Special sort of magic

"Johnny, don't you trust me?" Z stuck her lower lip out in a false pout. "Huuh." Argent chuckled at our banter, and especially at the sound of my exasperated sigh. "Alright missy, I'll play along.." Z hops in place with a titter of glee. But the sudden act of me booping her on the nose cuts short her little victory dance. "But if I grow fluff, or get a sudden urge for carrots." I gently poke her again, and muffle a light chuckle at the unintentional adorableness of this situation. "No sex for a week."

She puffs her cheeks out and grumbles out an agreement.

"Alright, for my next trick~" she kneels down and grasps my slowly hardening girth. "A little disappearing act~" Z gives both Argent and I a strange smile, and with a gesture of her hand, her top hat pops into her grip.

"Don't blink now~"

My knees nearly buckle under the intensity of the sensations I'm getting as the brim of her top hat touches my hips. It's so fucking hot, and tight. It feels so good, but at the same time so familiar.

Argent squeaks out in alarm "Z!!?" She couldn't even take a single step before she collapsed back into the couch. A rather large wet spot forming in her panties as she started to feverishly maul her breasts. Oh god is this familiar.