Before Natalie made any moves to experiment with her illusions, she stalked toward Camille, who, eyes widening, backpedaled—probably because of the expression on Natalie's face.

  "Woah. Wait. What?"

  Natalie grabbed the mage's hips and pushed them into the wall, not so gently. Keeping her pihere, she leaned forward until her lips hovered an inch from Camille's. The girl quaked in pce, amusingly easy to make react. She panted hot air onto Natalie's mouth.

  "Don't worry," Natalie murmured. "Just wao kiss. Not mad at hh you were, or anything."

  Camille ughed, a breathy exhation. She didn't protest as Natalie finished closing the gap. They shared a long, lingering kiss that got more heated as it went. When Natalie broke off, she looked at the girl with half-lidded eyes, feeling warm, and also a bit smug.

  "You sure act fident," Natalie said. "But it's not hard to turn that around. It's all an act."

  Camille swallowed, eyes flickering across her faatalie was close enough to feel the pounding of her heart. Her tits were pressed up against the irl's, her keasiween her legs.

  "Not sure what you mean," Camille said breathily.

  "You're trembling."

  "Allegedly."

  Natalie ughed. She eased off the other woman. The feigned bravado retty cute.: the funny mix of fidend vulnerability that showed as soon as Natalie put a little pressure on.

  "Alright," Natalie said. "Let's do this. Illusion training. Where should I start? With who?"

  "Tess?"

  "Weren't you the one saying that was weird?"

  "Yeah. But aren't you two girlfriends now? I've seen you around."

  "It's just a casual thing. We're not girlfriends."

  Camille snorted. "A 'casual thing'. You have a lot of those, don't you?"

  "Not that many."

  "You're fug half our css."

  "Not even."

  "Your eeam. Plus me. And several others around campus."

  "I'm—" She paused. She'd been about to say, 'I'm not fug my eeam, or you', but that was more of a semantics argument. "Whatever. But Tess? You really think we should?"

  "Mm," Camille said. "Actually, I've got a better idea. Use me."

  "You?"

  "That way, we test some things." She grinned. "Like how accurate it is. Assuming you haven't been peeping on me." She fiddled with her uniform's nee, teasing it lower. "I've got a birthmark. Think magic will keep things accurate?"

  From memory, Tess's naked image had beey realistic to the real thing, so she assumed so. But this was a great way to firm it. "Huh. Okay, sure."

  Several weeks of traini she didn't need her hammer to form the spell. Plus, lewd uses of her abilities had always ore naturally than real ones. She threw in an [Empower] to help, which, again, she reized as a waste of al energy, but she was allowed some inefficies. She'd be making up the points with Camille.

  Light swirled and solidified in front of them, f a replica of Camille. With one differehe mage was nude, her body fully exposed, not an inch of fabriywhere. The image blinked down at herself, then jolted, her hands shooting up to cover her tits aween her legs. She blushed furiously.

  "Wait. Why is she doing that?" Camille asked. "Blushing like that?"

  The image stood there, red-faced, but didn't reply. Camille stepped forward and poked her on the shoulder. To both of their surprises, Camille-Two's—or, Natalie guessed, Cam for short—skin ied where Camille pressed, and Cam took a step ba protest. She gred at Camille, rubbing her shoulder, while awkwardly still trying to keep her body covered up.

  "I touch her?" Camille excimed. "You do that?"

  "Didn't know until just now." She'd had suspis that was where the ability was headed, though. "Leveled up. Came with a boost, I guess."

  Fortunately, Camille bought the expnation without question. Or rather, she was too focused on their new arrival. Cam. Herself.

  "Yeah, that's my birthmark, sure enough," Camille said, trag a finger across the lower left side of Cam's stomach. "So unless you really have been spying on me in the shower …"

  "Peeping is your thing, not mine," Natalie said dryly.

  "Then yeah, it predicts our bodies. Which is kinda crazy." She paused. "And, wait, if we touch her, then 't you …" she turo Natalie and blushed furiously, not finishing the sentence.

  Fuck her.

  For some reason, Natalie also blushed, though she didn't know why. Camille was already prepared to throw herself at Natalie, so why would the idea of fug a fake illusion be more flustering than the real thing?

  Camille quickly recovered, turning back to the illusory image. "She reacts, though. That's iing too. You aren't doing it, right? trolling her?"

  "Nope."

  Camille poked Cam on the shoulder a sed time, and the illusio her iurn. She ughed and spped the girl on the ass, who jumped areated further.

  "That's not how you see me, is it? All nervous and blushing? Why is she so fidgety?"

  "Definitely not," Natalie said. "But, I dunno, I'd figure it's the illusioing your personality. Maybe this is what you would do, in this situation. Appearing randomly, naked, in front of yourself and me."

  Camille humphed at that, but after sideration, said, "Holy, I guess I would be a bit out of it. Anyone would." She ughed and stepped forward, cradling Cam's cheeks in both hands. "e on, rex, girl. You're about to have so much fun." She pecked the illusion on the lips, surprising both—uh, herself? The e?—and Natalie. Camille even tugged ba her lower lip, squeezing the girl's ass as she did so. The illusion made her first noise: a groan of pleasure.

  Camille pulled away, grinnio-ear—obviously not put off at the fact she'd just groped herself. "That's really something. And—hey, are you hard because of that?"

  Natalie looked down to see that, yes, she had sprouted aion at the show Camille had put on. Natalie shrugged.

  "Guess I am."

  Camille ughed. "Well, she's uinea pig for the day. So, go check her out." Camille bit her lip, seemied. "I'm not so much a skank I'll let you fuck me our first time, but what's a little fun with illusions, right?"