Jon grabbed the stone in his hand, brow furrowed in thought.
"We could just wish them away, to avoid any more, ahem, embarrassments?" Jon said, eyes not meeting Karyn's.
Karyn frowned. "What do you mean..." She trailed off, seeing the tent in his pants for a moment.
"Oh. Yeah. That. I am too-"
Jon gave her a look. "What!? It was to be expected."
The two looked at one another for a moment before chuckling awkwardly.
"Okay, okay. Wish them away or... wish them to be... simpler?" Jon swallowed, looking at the stone in his right hand and the gun in his left.
Karyn leaned back onto her arms, head thrown back, eyes at the ceiling. Good thing her arousal was subsiding. "Well, the effects of the gun will go away on their own, so..."
Jon looked at her, bobbing the Stone up and down in his hand. He caught it in mid-air, fist closing around it. "Simpler fetishes then," He said, looking at his friend in the eye.
The two nodded at once.
"I wish that, for the duration of an hour, Karyn and I will have but one aspect of the fetishes this Fetish Gun in my hand gave us."
