Coco Copulation Connection
You walk along the hallway, your pants starting to get uncomfortable as usual. “Damn hand-me-down suits," you mutter to yourself. Admittedly, you realize that it would’ve been better if you’d just asked Rarity to make you one before the party.
Rarity hired you only a few months ago to help around her dress shop. And since then, she’s been trying to drag you to these incredibly expensive parties. Not to say they were a pain, but you always felt out of place in these things.
Large carpets, old redwood walls, crystal fixtures, and a whole lot of other opulent things fill the hallway. You pass by a man wearing a red jacket, who gives you a curt bow before opening the door. This is the third such person you’d met on the way in and all three gave you the creeps. It feels a bit unsettling, having all of these silent people just doing small tasks for you.
The door reveals a massive hall filled with a bustle of rich people doing rich people-things. Moving inside, you hear the door click closed behind you, making you feel trapped.
Hearing someone calling out to you, you turn to see Rarity rushing in your direction. “Ah! So glad you could make it, darling," she greets you enthusiastically.
“No problem. Not sure why you called me here though, I don’t think I fit in," you say while you observe the grand room.
“Oh hush, you’ll fit in just fine!" she says with her usual cheery voice. She looks your suit up and down before straightening a few things in a motherly fashion. “You know, you could’ve told me you needed a suit," she says as she finishes the preening.
“I didn’t want to bother you. Besides, I can’t--" you start to excuse yourself.
“Oh please, I’m not so cruel as to make a friend pay for a suit! Honestly, where you get these ideas from..." she drifts off before looking around. You join her and start to search for places where you could tuck away without looking like you were hiding. “Please tell me you’ll try to mingle? I didn’t bring you here to gawk at the scenery you know," she says, poking a finger into your chest.
“I’ll try, but what’s the reason you brought me here? You’re the one these people want to talk to," you try to weasel your way out.
Normally you’d jump at the chance for free food and meeting new people, but these were rich people. Whenever you try talking to some of Rarity’s clients, they always sounded snobbish or dismissive to you. Granted you typically dress a lot more casual than Rarity does to meet them, but even still.
Rarity moves away after giving you a small rub on the shoulder and a reassuring smile. Taking a deep breath, you move into the crowd and wander towards the back of the room. Reaching the base of a large ornate window, you stand in front of it awkwardly.
You see some pretty famous people pass around the room as you watch in silence. It was almost enchanting, like being inside of a silent film or rare painting.
Looking around, you get this odd feeling, like something was out of place in the room. Suddenly, you see her, standing alone against the same wall as you a few dozen feet away. She’s nervously eyeing the crowd, not nearly as enchanted by it as you were.
Feeling as though she might be someone you can connect with, you start to move towards her. About ten feet or so away from the girl, a taller woman dashes out of the crowd. The woman hurries up to her just as you get within earshot. “I told you to mingle, what’re you doing?" she asks impatiently.
The shorter woman looks down sheepishly and her arms cover her stomach. Actually, watching her arms, you notice that her dress is a great deal simpler than the other woman’s.
“N-nothing. I-I’m not good at it, so I thought--" she starts to defend herself before getting cut off.
“Ugh, I can’t trust you with talking. Okay, listen, just don’t make me look bad, okay?" she says with fake cheer. The smaller girl nods at the order before flinching as the taller woman pats her on the head.
“Jeez, will you stop with the flinching? People might, like, see or something," she says with the same obnoxious accent. The woman scoffs before leaving the girl alone again and moving back to the crowd, smiling.
Feeling a bit bad at the fact that she now looks much more frightened, you move towards her. She spots you and looks to you with large eyes that fill up with fear.
“Hey, you were brought along too?" you ask, trying not to scare her off. As soon as you ask, she seems to fidget a bit before responding to you.
“N-no. I wanted to come along. To support Suri in selling outfits," she says, nervously glancing back to the party.
“It’s okay, I was forced along by a designer too, though mine was a bit nicer about it," you chuckle a bit.
The girl loosens up a bit at the joke before holding out a hand to you. “My name is Coco Pommel," she says a little more confidently but still nervous.
You introduce yourself as you shake her outstretched hand. As you do, you can’t help but notice how soft and small hers is compared to your own.
“So, what’re you actually here to do?" you ask as she pulls her hand back.
“Suri likes me here in case she needs me to run her errands for her," she says before sheepishly looking down. Moving to her side, you start watching the crowd a bit before leaning over to her.
“Hey, you ever play any crowd watching games?" you ask, trying to get her to loosen up again.
“No, I mostly try to avoid looking at the crowd," she answers with a glance up to you.
You place a hand on her shoulder and quickly point to a man in the crowd with a large collar. “You see that guy’s collar? Why is it that big?" you joke to her.
“I don’t know. It’s pretty big I guess," she responds tentatively. Looking down, you see that she’s even worse now that you were touching her.
Removing your hand you step in front of her, prompting her to look up at you again. “You know what we could use? Some drinks," you say as you gesture for her to follow you.
“I-I’m not sure if I’m allowed to drink, if Suri finds out--" she says while looking around nervously, presumably for the taller woman.
“Just don’t tell Suri. Come on, we can have a little bit of fun," you say with an attempt at charm.
She seems skittish about it at first but sighs and nods, following you at your side as you find some champagne. You hand her a glass and take one yourself, turning back to her as she stares at it with widened eyes. “You’ve had alcohol before right?" you ask as you look down at the expensive-looking drink.
“I have...once. A while ago, but I haven’t since then," she says without removing her eyes from the drink.
“Something happen?" you say, taking a drink of yours. You try to seem a bit classy and savor the taste, but end up drinking it quickly anyway out of habit.
“No, but when I drank, I got a little...chaotic," she says, finally looking away from her glass.
“Well don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t do anything rash," you say with a wink as you go for another drink.
As you turn around, she swallows her first one in a quick gulp before shaking her head. “I forgot how this stuff tasted..." she drifts off as she hands you the empty glass.
“Don’t like it? We can do something else," you offer her.
“No, I like it. I wouldn’t be drunk yet, w-would I?" she worryingly asks more to herself than you.
“I don’t think a glass of this stuff is going to get you drunk," you laugh as you hand her another one.
Neither of you know the drink, so you end up drinking a little more than either of you likely should’ve. A few glasses later, both of you wander away from the cart, your arm around her. Most of the people in the crowd don’t notice your obvious drunk walk, for they’re much too busy talking with each other at this point to care.
Eventually, you find yourself going to the back rooms and discover that there’s an empty section of the building. It had been cleared of any staff so that there are no disturbances to the party, so you naturally stay in one of the room to sober up. Scattered around the room were some pieces of furniture, seemingly left for repairs due to minor damages. At first, you question if it was feasible to bring them all the way down here for minor things like weakened springs, but then you realize that a wealthy place like this could probably afford to do so.
Coco looks like she’s blushing from the drink rather than her timidness at this point, which you take as a good sign. Seeing her taking a seat on a wooden bench in the room, you sit next to her as she proceeds to kick off her shoes in a rather carefree manner. “You know, I do feel a lot better now," she says with a surprising amount of clarity and relief.
“See? You just gotta lighten up," you say equally clear. With her being a great deal smaller than you, you figure that she likely has very little constitution to alcohol. You however, being one who’s noticeably bigger than her, are a little less drunk.
“I know, but I just have to stay on edge because of Suri," she says before hiccuping and glaring accusingly at the floorboards. “Suri..." she mumbles out with distaste before covering her mouth.
“Oh relax, it’s just us here. She’s not going to pop out and get you or something," you joke at her.
Coco laughs a bit and stands up again before moving to a bed that had been stowed away in one of the corners of the room.. She falls against it and you stand up, half-stumbling your way over to her until you do the same.
Her short hair bunches up around her neck as she sinks into the soft mattress that you’re both lying on. “Do you think I’m weak?" she asks suddenly.
You blink a few times, before shaking your head and rolling onto your back, staring whimsically at the ceiling. “Nah, you’re just a bit timid. You seem a lot more confident now," you say encouragingly.
She sits up and places her hands on her knees and you do the same. “But that’s just because I’m tipsy. I wish I could just go up to Suri and tell her off," she says, puffing out her chest. As she does, you can’t help but take note of how her simple dress reveals a small bit of cleavage.
With a sigh, her pushed-out chest sinks back in, and she slumps over. “Who am I kidding? I can’t do anything for myself," she says dejectedly admits to herself.
“Coco, how old are you?" you ask plainly.
“T-twenty-two. Why?" she responds, stumbling a bit from the sudden question.
“You’re young. Probably still learning things, just relax and try to take control of the things you can," you tell her before rubbing her shoulder. She looks down at your hand before ‘the path up your arm, to the comforting smile on your face.
“I guess you’re right," she says before turning away from you.
“Well, I’m not an inspirational speaker or anything. Did it work?" you ask.
“Yeah...can I ask you something, though?" she says, turning to face her.
“Sure, shoot," you say before getting a bit wobbly and lying back down on the bed.
“Do you think... no, it’s stupid, forget it,” she says before turning away. You weren’t oblivious, so you can only guess what she was about to ask you. Still, you don’t want to try and push her away when she clearly needs advice, nor do you want to make things worse for her with misleading advice.
“It’s alright, again, it’s just us in here it’s not like someone’s going to hear you other than me, right?" you say from the spot on the bed you’re lying on.
“O-okay... do you think I should quit my job?" she asks with noticeable hesitation. Your eyes open up and blink a few times as you recoil from the curveball of a question.
“What? Why are you asking me?" you say as you try to push yourself up again.
“Sorry, but you just seemed so smart about it and relaxed and I’m normally too scared to do anything so--" she rushes out quickly.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, just relax, alright?" you interrupt her.
Her chest heaves as she tries to breathe deeply in order to regain her composure, only to suddenly seize up, as tears start forming in her eyes. “I just don’t know if I should tough it out or go somewhere else, and I feel like my life is a mess that I can’t change..." she says, holding back tears.
Thinking fast, you try to find something to say that will help her out, but nothing comes to mind. Reacting to the sight of her sobbing next to you, you open up your arms and bring her into a hug. Initially, it’s awkward, and you can feel her tense up, clearly taken aback by your actions, but she eventually gives in, crying into your shoulder. You hold her for what feels like several minutes before she eventually pushes away. “T-thanks, I really needed that," she says with a smile under her red eyes.
“Don’t mention it. You just needed to vent. Hey, listen, it’s alright," you say, returning her smile.
She holds the smile, before slowly looking down, biting her lip in thought. After a few seconds, she closes her eyes and turns her face up, moving it rapidly towards yours. Her lips collide with yours and push you back as she presses against you. Holding you to her for a few seconds, she snaps away and wipes her mouth. “S-sorry, I don’t know why I did that, I mean, unless you liked it. I was trying to be spontaneous because you said you wanted me to but--" she bursts out.
“It’s fine. A little warning would have been nice, but still, you’re good," you assure her.
Relaxing back down, she lets out a sigh as she tries to calm herself down. “So...d-did you?" she asks again, dashing her eyes between you and the floor.
“‘Did I,’ what?" you return.
“Like it? It’s fine if you didn’t, I’d just like to know," she manages to say clearly.
“No, no, I liked it. I’m just not so sure about...you know," you say, hoping she understands.
“What do you mean?" she responds curiously. While you aren’t a white knight or anything, you know better than to take advantage of a drunk girl.
“Well, see, I don’t want to abuse your trust or anything," you say, being careful to avoid certain words.
“Oh no, I wouldn’t worry about that. I’m, well, not really drunk..." she sheepishly admits while twiddling her thumbs, looking away from you in embarrassment.
“Are you kidding? Your face was blushing as hard as--" you start to point out before being cut off.
“I only drank a little of what you gave me. I was scared of doing something stupid," she admits, starting to tear up again.
You sigh to yourself, the feeling of switching between knowing what’s going on and not is disorienting. “Well, if you’re okay with it, I wouldn’t mind giving that kiss another shot,” you say, hoping she doesn’t start to cry.
“A-alright..." she mutters as she places her hands in her lap and looks away.
You reach over and gently cup your hand underneath her chin, guiding her face back up to yours. She gazes up at you with those naturally big, beautiful eyes of hers, as her mouth opens a little in awe. Moving in, you feel her body follow your guidance until contact is made between your lips and hers. You feel her leaning in closer, wanting more, as your hand remains gently cradling her chin.
A few seconds later, you hear her hands start to fidget at her sides, prompting you to move away. “S-sorry, did I do something?" she asks quickly.
“No, I just noticed your hands and figured you might like to do something with them.”
She looks a bit scared before you take one of her hands and place it on the back of your neck. As you do, she seems to ease up and move closer to you to get a more comfortable grip. “You feel so warm..." she says, breathlessly.
You chuckle at the unusual comment before moving back in for another kiss, making her hand spread out across the back of your head. Her free hand moves behind you and starts to swirl around your back excitedly.
Taking a few seconds longer to savor the kiss, you pull away from her momentarily. Before she can ask what you’re doing, you proceed to lift your shirt up and over your head, tossing it off to the side carelessly. She looks down at your chest in silence before gulping and lowering the top of her dress. Watching as she does, her face turns beet-red compared to her otherwise pale complexion. Her chest isn’t that large, and it’s obvious that she feels embarrassed by this.
Watching her confidence waning, you proceed to make the first move, slowly, you reach towards her bare chest. Seeing you, she defensively raises her arms to cover herself, before looking up at you, the look of embarrassment on her face swiftly replaced with those of concern and confusion. “It’s alright. Can I touch them?" you ask slowly, trying not to startle the girl.
“S-sure," she responds before lowering her hands down and looking away. She watches your grip intensely, as you proceed to take one of her wrists and gently move it to her side. Despite being careful with your motions, you can’t help but feel how tense she still is.
“Just relax," you tell her. SHearing her take a deep, calming breath of relaxation, you notice her body relax, her eyes remaining focused on your hands as you reach towards her cream-colored bra. As your hands touch the bra, she flinches a bit but doesn’t move or otherwise stop you. Sliding your hands around the oddly firm fabric, she starts to breathe a little faster.
Moving underneath her bra, you feel the soft skin of her breasts as you begin massaging. Letting a small moan leave, she starts to take her bra off. You shift towards her on the bed, moving your other hand to her back as she lets her bra fall off. She grabs her bra and tosses it to the side as you start to grope both of her breasts.
After a few minutes, you guide her onto her back and kiss her. “Wait, c-can you move?" she asks with quick breaths.
“Of course," you respond and roll onto your back. She stands up and works off the rest of her dress, having now removed everything, with the sole exception of a pair of cream-colored panties. With the dress gone, she’s clearly more timid, as she nervously turns to face you. Holding her arm, she stands in silence for a few seconds as you take in the sight of her. “You look great," you say with a smile.
Taken aback by your words, she blushes and smiles at the compliment as she lets her arm go. “T-thank you," she says quickly before getting back in bed. She moves back to your side and you get on top of her, looming over her petite form.
You lower yourself down and give her a kiss as you run a hand down the side of her body until you reach her hips. Feeling the thin band of cloth, you push your hand under her as she lifts her ass slightly. Bringing it down onto your hand, you lightly squeeze her small rear and feel her body start to quiver. Keeping contact with her, you gingerly move your hand along the waistband of her panties as you make your way to her front. Hearing her moan, you put your hand down between her legs and rub over her slit, through her moistened panties.
Cooing into your kiss, she grips the sheets beside her as she starts to get excited. Her legs fidget and shift as her hands start to move across your back. Resting on your elbow, you push your hand under the back of her head, giving her neck some support.
Taking your hand off of her panties, you slide your hand underneath her panties, feeling Coco’s now-drenched pussy. Moving your fingers over the entirety of it, you gently glide your digits over her entrance before putting your index finger in. She shivers once you’re inside, pulling away from the kiss and biting her lower lip. Sliding around and going in and out, you watch as her cute face changes from pleasure.
Finally, you decide you can’t wait any longer and start to undo your jeans. Hopping off the bed, you take off your jeans and turn around as you take off your underwear. She gulps and gazes with awe at your member as you approaches her. When you actually reach the bed, she looks up to the ceiling for a second before speaking up. “W-wait, here," she says while handing you a condom from her purse which was laying next to a pillow by her head.
“Thanks, but why do you carry this around?" you inquire as you start to put it on.
“Suri likes me to hold a few of them for her in case she needs to ‘seal a deal’ at one of these social gatherings," Coco explains before letting her head fall back down and gaze to the side as she finishes sliding off her cream-colored panties. Having put on the condom, you place a hand on her thigh, making her look back up to you..
“Well, I think you’ve earned one for getting yelled at earlier," you say with a grin. She laughs a little as you move back up to her head and give her a brief kiss. You line up your shaft with her vagina, prodding and teasing with the tip while looking her in the eyes. She moans and starts to pant before rubbing your back and hugging you close.
Pushing inside of her was difficult with how tight she was, but the condom helps to ease your entrance. Each inch goes into her slowly, as you make the first thrust last as long as it can. Sweat begins forming on your head as it takes more and more concentration to not just bolt the rest of the way. Her body goes limp as you get most of your shaft in and before deciding that it might be better to pull out.
As you do, her pussy clenches around you, desperate to keep you from pulling out of her. The incredible pleasure her muscles provide makes your efforts to pull out of her far more difficult, but you know you won’t last long unless you can maintain some semblance of self-control. Pulling out a little faster, you start to join her in breathing quicker. “Looking at her, her eyes are glazed over, with her mouth hanging open slightly, lost in her own bliss.. “F-faster...please..." she quietly pleads.
It seems that the wave of pleasure takes away her inhibitions faster than you thought it would. You move in and kiss her, which she gratefully returns as you pick up the pace of your thrusting. You feel her small breasts squish against you, as her chest presses against yours.
The bed groans to both of your movements as the sound of your pounding becomes audible. Her hands ball into fists on your back as life returns to her body, the initial shock of pleasure leaving her. Letting yourself go a little faster, she makes a sudden gasp and then clenches against you as she shakes again. The feeling of her small body squeezing and shaking under you tells you everything, despite her silence; Coco just came.
As you figure this out, her pussy clenches even tighter against your length, slowing you down. She lolls her head back, rolling her shoulders with each breath as she struggles to keep up with you. Concerned, you begin slowing your pace, but feel a feeble hand squeeze your forearm as she speaks up. “K-keep going," she says blissfully as her petite body bounces with each heavy thrust.
Needing no further goading, you return to your earlier speed, though her moans, echoing throughout the room, drive you to pick up your pace. In addition, the sound of you slamming into her begins echoing in your head, though it remains barely noticeable compared to the sounds she’s making beneath you. With this new sound comes the pounding of your own heart, its rhythm being felt throughout your body, as your heartbeat pounds away in your ears. As you feel the pleasure in your loins building at a fever pitch, the sole smell in the air becomes that of Coco’s pussy.
As her back arches once more, you can tell that she’s getting close to reaching another orgasm. She tries to hide her moans by biting her lips, but it’s not completely effective. You give a few harder, faster thrusts, before you lift your head up. “I’m gonna--" you start to tell her, but she cuts you off.
“Finish inside me," she begs before covering her mouth, her boldness catching the both of you off guard as she holds her breath, preparing for her own orgasm.
Feeling her orgasm rocking her, you oblige her wish and push as deep as you can inside of her. Cum blasts against the inside of the condom as you finish and feel her shake from ecstasy. Worn out from the session, you collapse onto your elbows, struggling not to pin her beneath you as she blinks herself back from her trance-like state. “T-that was...was..." she tries to explain but can’t seem to think of a word.
Sliding out of her, you remove the condom and toss it into an adjacent trash can. “Glad you enjoyed it," you say as you catch your breath and roll over onto your back.
Both of you rest there momentarily, before she rolls onto her side, facing you. “Before we go, can you do me one last favor?" she asks.
“Of course, what is it?" respond curiously.
“C-can we just cuddle for a bit?" she asks with all the cuteness her timidity gave her.
“Sure thing," you say and roll over. Putting one arm up and using it as a pillow, you wrap the other around Coco’s waist. You hold her there for a few minutes in silence as she smiles quietly, basking in the intimate contact under the crook of your neck.
After a while, she gets up and starts to dress herself, as you do the same.
“We should meet again. I might even be able to get you a job at the place I work at," you offer her.
“No, I couldn’t ask that from you. You’ve already helped me so much I--" she starts to turn you down before you raise a hand.
“No, I mean that the girl I work for is looking for someone who knows how to do dress work and things, and you seem to fit the bill," you tell her.
She smiles a bit before looking around and rummaging through her purse for something. “Oh no, I only have a pen. I must’ve forgotten my notepad at home..." she says sadly before something comes to her. She moves towards you and both of you sit down on the bed, as and she looks over at you. “I’d really like to talk with you more, but you really don’t have to offer me a job," she says while rolling the pen in her fingers.
“I told you, it’s alright. Just have a little more faith in yourself, I do," you say while placing a hand on her thigh.
“Maybe..." she says with an embarrassed smile.
“So, how can I contact you?" you ask her.
“Well, I don’t have any notepads, but I might have something..." she drifts off.
Ten minutes later, you walk outside of the building as the crowd exits and you wave goodbye to Coco with a smile. Rarity is looking around the crowd when she spots you and hurries toward you. “Where have you been? I didn’t see you the whole evening aside from when I had to fix that suit of yours," she asks.
“I was busy talking to somebody," you say, poorly hiding your grin.
“Oh my, did you really find a girl at this party? Lucky you, darling!" she says with a friendly pat on your back.
“Yeah, she’s an assistant to this other designer, but she’s thinking of quitting," you say, sobering up a bit.
“Oh? So it was business as well?" she asks as both of you make the way to her car.
“Sort of, yeah. See, I sort of told her I’d suggest her to you," you get out awkwardly.
“You did, did you? You know I can’t just go about hiring strangers," she tells you condescendingly.
“True, but Coco is--" you start to defend before getting cut off.
“Wait, Coco? As in Coco Pommel?" she asks with a surprised look.
“Yeah, do you know her?" you reply, equally shocked.
“I do. Poor girl, she looked like she wanted to leave her job but was too scared to leave her job," Rarity tells you as you both reach the car. You start to put away the dresses Rarity had brought on a small cart for previews. She unlocks the door and puts away the light things as you move the larger boxes.
“So, would you be interested in hiring her?" you ask her again.
“Well of course, but why would you be so concerned with--" she starts but freezes. Spinning on her heels, she looks at you with a very suspicious look on her face as she moves back towards you. Looking you up and down, she stops at your eyes and holds you in a stare for a few seconds. “Say, you wouldn’t be planning on... doing anything... in my workplace, would you?” Rarity asks.
“Besides working?" you joke.
“Yes," she responds seriously.
“No? What do you mean?" you ask her back.
“So you’re saying that if I hire Coco, the both of you won’t be tempted to...do things there?" she asks vaguely.
“No. Wait, what do you mean by ‘do things’?" you ask her.
“Oh please, do I need to spell it out for you? Don’t have sex in my boutique!" she hisses.
“What?! Why would we do that?" you ask her as you back away.
“Things get hot and heavy in this line of work, with all of the dressing, undressing, and all of the attractive models...” Rarity drifts off.
“Rarity?" you ask confusedly.
Rarity shakes her head before poking you and giving you a focused glare. “Promise you won’t sleep around at the shop?" she asks you.
“What makes you think we would?" you start to raise your voice.
Both of you look off to your right as you notice a rich looking couple noticing your squabble. You both wave and smile until they leave and Rarity returns to demanding your promise. “I’m serious, my sister lives there; you can’t go about having sex everywhere when I’m not in," Rarity continues.
“We aren’t going to do that!" you tell her, trying not to yell.
“Promise? I don’t want to walk in on you two in the throes of violent--" she starts to drift off again before you cut her off.
“No, I promise we won’t have sex," you swear to her.
“Ridiculous, you’re trying to tell me you’ll never have sex? Staying pent up like that is bad for your--” she starts up again.
“Rarity, listen: We won’t have sex in the shop. We won’t have sex when Sweetie Belle is around. We won’t have sex in front of customers. We won’t have sex around the orders of the aforementioned customers…” you list off, contemplating the inclusion of several more conditions, until you notice a smirk growing on Rarity’s face. “I don’t want to do anything that would hinder her employment with you, and I understand what would do that. Good?” you ask.
“Good. Then I’ll be sure to contact her when you give me her number," Rarity tells you as she hands you the cart and moves to the driver’s seat.
“Thanks Rarity, be right back," you tell her and wave as you walk the cart to the lobby. There was probably someone who was paid to do this here, but you wanted to do something before you left.
As you put the cart away, you look around to make sure no one was near you. Satisfied in your solitude, you reach into your inner jacket pocket and pull out Coco’s note. “Thanks for the help and the fun, hope to see you soon!” followed by her number. “P.S. Sorry this was all I had on hand, but I hope you’ll not think I’m being too daring or--” and the note abruptly cuts off as you had told her to hurry.
With a large grin on your face, you remind yourself to visit these parties more often. Then, you turn to leave out of the cart room and head off towards Rarity’s car to go home, stuffing Coco’s panties back into your inner jacket pocket as you walked.
