Are... Are These Magic, too?

by overlord-flinx

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Sparkle (EqG), Slice of Life, Equestria Girls, Porn, Comedy, Sex, Sunset Shimmer
Length: 5198

When talking the important topics with a magical universe traveler, sooner or later the real questions have to come up. Like if your chest is somehow magical.

The dust from the battle of the Friendship Games has long settled and life at Canterlot High had returned to its relative normal. Though now they had a permanent Twilight Sparkle to keep them company (not the same Twilight they knew and loved, but who really cares?). And while most everyone enjoys her quirky, awkward company, Sunset Shimmer is in the minority of people that avoids her. In that she is the only one who avoids her.

Why?

You would too if someone kept trying to see if your boobs were magic.

For the sake of rules and laws and whatever, we'll say they're 18.

Two-shot.

Suggested by Tatsurou.

Published 2016-01-15 22:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2023-12-16 15:22:17 UTC

Breasts are Magic(?)

"Equestria."

"What?"

"That's where you said you're from, right?"

If you're going by the widely accepted length of time, there is twenty-four hours in a day. To that same effect, there are three-hundred sixty-five days in a year; or three-hundred sixty-six some years. The average school year lasts from one-hundred seventy days to one-hundred eighty days. And a normal school day lasts for roughly six to seven hours.

Putting that together, the average student that spends a normal amount of time at school spends roughly eighteen hours out of the school. Now if you take into consideration that the average school student needs to have nine hours of sleep, they're left with about nine hours of free time at home or wherever they wish.

But none of this really matters.

What does matter is that out of all the time in a student's year, they spend about one-thousand, two-hundred sixty hours in a school. That sounds like a lot, but a lot of that flies by in classes and passing periods. But, for Sunset Shimmer, she spends each of those agonizing one-thousand, two-hundred sixty hours hiding or running for her life. From one class to the next, from one "safe" to whichever one she could duck into for cover. Each hour of school was an agonizing chore... More than it used to be, at least.

It hadn't always been that way for her. She never liked school, but what student did? Yet, she put up with it just like anyone else. That is until the Friendship Games ended.

"Oh! Yeah. Not really used to people asking that. Sorry."

"No, I'm sorry for asking so suddenly."

"Anyway, yeah. I'm from Equestria. It's -uh- a magic kingdom populated by ponies that talk... And as strange as that sounds to you, the idea of a world where creatures without fur walk around on two legs wearing stitched together fabrics all the time was strange to me at first."

Many changes came with the end of this year's Friendship Games. Actually, it was just one change: A new student. A new student isn't exactly a "change" as much as a "thing that happened", but there was still a new student walking the halls. A student that shared the face, name, hair, voice, speech patterns, pet dog, skin tone, fashion sense, and pretty much every other aspect that makes a person unique with someone they all knew fondly: Twilight Sparkle.

The entire student body and faculty had to get used to seeing this Twilight Sparkle as a different Twilight Sparkle as than the Twilight Sparkle that saved their school twice. After some time, everyone started to pick up on the subtle differences that made "Sci-Twi" (a name they lovingly gave her due to the glasses she always wore) different than Twilight Sparkle.

Twilight was adorably awkward.

Sci-Twi was awkwardly adorable.

It's a very subtle difference; almost invisible to the naked eye some would say. But, more over, there was a greater key difference between the princess and the pauper.

Sci-Twi was very curious.

"So... Magic is... Just a THING where you come from. Everyone can just do it whenever?"

"Not exactly. See, there are Earth Ponies, Pegasi, and Unicorns. I mean, there are a LOT more species and races I could get into, but lets focus on those three. Out of them, unicorns are the only ones that can actually use magic the way you'd think."

"Were you an unicorn?"

Like princess Twilight promised her once before, Sunset Shimmer made a vow to help "Sci-Twi" learn about friendship. However, she wasn't as interested in learning about friendship as Sunset Shimmer was. At every turn and avenue down the road to learning friendship, Twilight focused more on her teacher than the lesson. Not to say she didn't learn anything about friendship, that is. If any lesson stuck with her, it was that wearing a Crystal Prep uniform to Canterlot High every day wasn't the smartest way to make good impressions. But, some would say that only made the confusion between "Sci-Twi" and Princess Twilight Sparkle grow when she started wearing the same clothes her alternate self would wear.

Still... It was some kind of improvement.

"I was actually. And -I mean- it's not really me to brag, but... I was pretty good at it."

"It's unbelievable..."

"It was hard for me to believe too. Going from a pony with a horn and magic, to a normal everyday girl in a matter of seconds."

"...Did it hurt?"

But Twilight still never had much interest in friendship; not compared to her deep fascination with magic. With Equestria. With Sunset Shimmer. At first, Sunset humored her intrigue. She could relate to wanting to understand magic in this world. But unlike Sunset herself, Twilight was a complete outsider looking in. It was cute.

Cute at first. Then the questions started escalating more and more.

"It did, yeah. I was a prized student in magic. They said I could have been one of the greatest with some more training. So, it did cut pretty deep when I didn't have--"

"No-no-no! I mean... Did it hurt when you turned into a human?"

"OH! Wow... I really went on a different--whatever. Yeah, I guess it did. It all happened so suddenly if I'm going to be completely honest. One second I walk through the portal, the next I'm face down on the ground with hands, feet, and clothes for some reason. I hear Twilight -PRINCESS Twilight- woke up sitting in this world when she first came through the portal. That's probably why she said she felt sore."

"You didn't?"

"Actually, no. I didn't understand why she felt sore when she came through and I didn't at first. Then I put it together... She landed on her butt, while I landed on my chest... Which -turns out- is a bit more fluffy and comfortable compared to how they were back in Equestria."

"Really? How?"

"Um... Maybe I can tell you about that some other time. A bit personal, you know?"

Sunset Shimmer never did get back to Twilight on an answer to that. Ever since, she subtly avoided her during school and cloistered herself among her friends after school to deter Twilight from popping the question again.

Which brings us round again. A student that spends each hour running and hiding during the entire school day from another student. No one ever questions why Sunset Shimmer ever does it; but she must have her reasons. Those reasons being the reason why she was on the lam today. Still trying to avoid Twilight "The Sci" Sparkle and her now strange fascination with Sunset's breasts.

Truth be told, Sunset herself was slightly impressed with her own bust. Back on Equestria, the way breasts worked and were placed on the body did not leave much time to admire them or find them attractive. And yet, here in a world filled with humans, she found that breasts were almost idolized. Make-up used to draw the eyes to them, clothes that made them more pronounced, even underwear to make them 'bigger'. On Equestria, that would all seem wildly stupid.

But here?

Here she came to find out that she had what some people would call "a nice rack". She didn't understand what that meant at first and still doesn't, but she can see her chest is a bit larger than most of her friends'. She could even remember a time when she heard Lyra Heartstrings groaning to herself about how she would "kill to have tits like that". The fixation of humans to their breasts was somewhat confusing...

But Sunset never complained about any of the attention. It was a different feeling to being in Equestria entirely. What were breasts for there? Feeding. That and that alone.

What were they used for here? Drawing attention and a lot of other things Sunset found out about after a night with Pinkie Pie and the internet. Oh, and feeding... But that wasn't nearly as important.

To be honest, Sunset did not want to talk to Twilight about her breasts for that very reason. It just felt very strange to her. To be in a world where the size of your breasts is among the first things people gauge about you? She still could never understand that and had no intention of talking about that with a friend she only just started to get to know. When the final bell of school rang, she would be out of the building and off to one of her other friends' places to stay out of Twilight's clutches... And to sleep somewhere for the night.

The final bell of the day sounded through the halls and every student clambered out of the classrooms to finally head home. Finally, she would be safe for another day. Now she only had to wait for the halls to clear out a bit more before she made her move. If there was a crowd, there was a chance Twilight was hiding among them like an assassin ready to strike. An empty hall made for a clearer range of sight to avoid her would-be attacker.

A moment passed with her squatting behind a locker for cover before the halls of Canterlot High were all but vacated. Sunset listened to hear if anyone else was still lurking in the halls but heard not a footstep. Relieved, she got out from her cover and started her quest out of the school. A part of Sunset missed the company of the other students on her way out, but that feeling was easily trumped by her want to stay out of Twilight's range of questioning.

As the thought came to her, she felt a sudden chill. A chill that melted in the matter of an instant as a tingling warmth wafted over her. Sunset took a single stumbling step forward as she felt a light push press against her back. But that wasn't all she felt. Around her sides and against her chest was the feeling of two hands grasping down onto her breasts. Sunset wordlessly glanced down at the pair of hands holding onto her breasts now and noted them to be a familiar purple. She had no idea how she did it, but she managed it.

"Twilight...?" She didn't even need to ask.

Dainty purple fingers fixated on her chest? Who else? As if answering, the hands gripped around Sunset's breasts buckled down a bit. Sunset flinched, a single breath escaped her lips as her entire frame went stiff. "Sorry," Twilight managed an actual word, "The curiosity is just too much."

Sunset released a shuddering gasp as Twilight's hands tugged and shifted at the shirt Sunset wore over her chest; making for the fabric to rub against the bare breast beneath. "Why didn't I just grab a dirty bra from the laundry room instead of this?" Sunset cursed herself for deciding that just this once she would skip on her bra. No one would notice if she just doubled up on her shirts as well, right? That choice was now folding in on her hard as the fabric rubbed up against her sensitive chest.

Twilight's eyes narrowed a bit, intrigued. She suddenly gave Sunset a light squeeze to either side of her breasts, invoking another dull groan from her as she winced. "H-Hey. You know what? Maybe I'll just tell you after all, yeah? This seems a bit excessi--" Sunset's words were sharply cut to an unfiltered yelp of pleasure as one of Twilight's fingers slid over the top of Sunset's breast.

"...What was that?" Twilight's interest was suddenly very piqued.

Shoot.

"Oh, you know," Sunset stammered, looking around the halls for someone to pop up, "Boobs, right? Touch'em and they... Yeah." Maybe she bought it.

"No..." She did not buy it. "No, I'm absolutely sure that I've touched my chest at least once and I didn't squeak like that."

"Well, it sounds like you have a new experiment to run tonight! So how about you let me go and he--" Sunset's attempt to dissuade Twilight devolved into yet another sharp, lingering yelp as Twilight thumbed across the top of Sunset's exposed breast.

Twilight's thumbs pressed squarely down against the soft yellow skin of her friendship-teacher, which she noted brought forth escalating labored breaths from Sunset Shimmer. As she noticed the pitch raising and setting the more or less she pressed into Sunset's chest, Twilight's eyes widened as a new theory came to mind. "Sunset... Are..."

Gradually Sunset could feel Twilight's hands curve around her chest and start to graze their palms against her bare skin, forcing Sunset to tighten her legs together and bite squarely on her bottom lip. Warmth washed over her in sparks and tingles from every corner of her body. It had been so long since the Friendship Games, so long since "Sci-Twi" was stripped of her overwhelming magic. And yet, the tingling pleasure filling Sunset from Twilight's touch told her one thing: magic was still in Twilight.

"...Are these magic, too?" Twilight's hands involuntarily started to fondle up against Sunset's breasts, sliding her fingers under the cover of Sunset's shirt to fully explore this new venue.

The feeling was overwhelming to her. The magic dormant under her own human form reacted against the very magic hidden in Twilight herself. Two pieces running up against one another, trying to connect with Sunset as a conduit. The sensation filled her from the tips of her toes to her nose; a deep burning that only increased the more Twilight explored these reactive breasts. All Sunset could do was endure, try to focus on something out and not pay attention to the huffing sounds she whimpered out; or the now undeluded moans escaping her lips. It would take all of her will to endure.

All that will did, however, shatter when she felt it. She felt it, and that was it. Twilight's fingers, fondling Sunset's heavy breasts in exploration pressed the two buttons at the peaks of each mound. The pressed into them, rubbing against the little perked nubs; and Sunset lost it. Her eyes went wide and she clenched her teeth squarely, her entire body filled with a sudden burst of electricity. Sunset couldn't muster a word for quite a moment as her breathe caught. Her legs quivered and grew slick with a sudden release between them; one born entirely from another woman touching her breasts. As the waves of pleasure crashed through her one right after the other, Sunset made a faint sound between her moans.

"Twilight..." she groaned out the single name before her form went limp into Twilight's hands still tucked into Sunset's shirt.

Twilight carefully propped Sunset Shimmer against a row of lockers, letting her catch her breath. She examined her own hands for a second, tilting her head one way and raising a brow at how curious the reaction she got was. Then, it clicked in her. With a proud, ignorant smile, "Sci-Twi" looked at the labored Sunset Shimmer. "They are magic! This requires further study!"

And This Requires Further Study(?)

"Weird."

"What's that?"

"Usually I see Sunset about now. I haven't seen her since she ducked into a bathroom after third period."

If you asked a student 'what's the worst situation you can find yourself in?', excusing all the absolute nightmare scenarios they'd think up after years of watching scary top ten lists, you would have a high chance of getting things connected to their school lives. After all, spending seven hours in a school and a handful of hours doing work related to school over your limited free time will no doubt leave an impression. Their social circles are set there, most of their young years are spent locked inside, and memories are built within their halls for better and for worse.

Some of the responses you may get would be along the lines of 'coming to school in my underpants' or 'getting trapped inside over night'. All sensible and sane responses. Who wants to be trapped even longer in a place they already don't like? And could you imagine having to recover the social backlash of being seen in your tighty-whities? It's impossible to even consider.

And yet...

"You know, you're absolutely right! Strange, isn't it? I've seen her dive and shuffle through the school more and more these days. Why do you suppose that is?"

"Got me. That girl's a friggin' mystery sometimes. Like how she's always looking super happy whenever she catches up on the way home."

"I always thought she was just happy to see us..."

"No doubt she's happy to see you! I wasn't implying she wasn't or anything. I just meant-uh-she just seems reeally happy to see us sometimes."

Trapped in the school after hours? Check. Sunset Shimmer's well crafted escape plans always had room for some level of error. Crowds were useful to blend into, but they also muffled the senses and could easily let someone sneak up on you in the throng. Especially when everyone in this school looks impossibly different from their multi-color hair, their Technicolor skin, and particular ways of dressing. Arguably, and the side Sunset always chose to air on, it was better to wait out the crowds and move when you could watch your every direction. While you were an easy target to spot, that also meant whoever spotted you didn't have anyone to blend in with as well; making it that much easier to escape them into a bathroom, or a classroom.

But therein lies the fatal flaw. When you wait out everyone to leave, it leads to nobody being there to save you when you do get caught. And an empty school has many nooks and crannies to abscond off to. Every place you used as a safe-ground when people were milling about now became a vacant hideaway. And in this case: the science lab off the main hall.

Sunset was far too dazed after her magic induced climax to offer much of a resistance to "Sci-Twi" when she propped her through the halls. If she'd give the girl anything, she was remarkably strong for someone built like a bookish nerd. Granted, Twilight was labored after getting them both to the lab, but there were points for effort. All the more effort for lofting the bliss-addled Sunset on top of one of the work tables. So much of Sunset wanted to swat or snip at the overly curious girl as she fiddled around the table, but that much was still slipped from her grasp as the rigors of pleasure were still ebbing at the back of her mind.

So much so, that when Twilight managed to fashion a few binds from the straps the classes before used for dissection, Sunset merely mewled a tired groan when she felt them loop over her ankles and around her wrists. Either there was only so much Twilight could manage together or she had particular interests—both impossibly likely at this point—but while Sunset felt both ankles being looped against different corners of the table, her wrists were firmly bound as one and looped just over her head. The brief grazes of Twilight's fingers against Sunset's flesh elected brief shudders of repressed sighs, the magic already dancing from the first 'awakening'.

Being in the school in just your underpants? At least Sunset hoped she would keep a little modesty. "Now... Sorry, Sunset Shimmer, but curious minds have to know," Twilight offered an apology, but neither of them believed it. This was a long time in the tube, and the wait only made it more exciting for "Sci-Twi"... And maybe Sunset as well. But that may have just been the swimming mind talking.

"True 'nough. S'pose that's just the way she is. Far ways better than how she was before, right?"

"Oh, honestly, completely. If she'd rather replace aggressive and domineering with quirky and nervous, far be it for me to complain. Nevertheless, I am sure she's in capable hands right now."

"Yeah... Maybe she met up with Twilight and went over to stay at her house tonight. That would be nice."

Low, rolling moans poured forth uninhibited from the wobbling jaw of Twilight's prey. If one blessing came from the school being vacated at this point, it was that Sunset felt no reason any longer to stop herself from just letting herself go. Magic-electricity popped and sizzled as lithe lilac fingers traced over the now entirely exposed chest of the 'subject'. No modest permitted.

Exploratory digits tapped at the pillow mounds that graced Sunset's form, rolling careful caresses from the tips of her fingers to the soothing backsides of her palms against them. Each motion was electrifying, causing brief spasms from Sunset that her bindings prohibited her from fully indulging. Twilight looked over the subject before her while fingers rolled across her exposed, supple skin—gradually seeing dollops of sweat accumulating on Sunset's core—with vested interest in this experiment. It was fantastic data she was gaining. The magic was vague in its brief twinkles as her fingers traced over Sunset's skin—most especially her very appealing bust.

Appealing? Well... Yes, she supposed Sunset did have a very nice body. She really couldn't have asked for a better subject. "Your body is... something amazing, Sunset..." Breathless, Twilight couldn't really tell if she was speaking about the magic of the aesthetic. Breathless? That was strange, but it wasn't unwelcome. The churning in her own chest felt nice—if foreign—to her. Even when she felt it stir lower, Twilight wasn't finding herself complaining. Strange things occurred during experimentation. And with magic at play, perhaps she needed to broaden her scope of understanding.

"It seems that the magic within you is reacting to outside elements in such a way akin to electrons seeking to join one another..." Twilight mused openly, though she was almost completely certain Sunset was not in a mind to listen or respond. The once bully was flushed as red as the streaks in her hair, yips of unabashed pleasure flowing free from her lips as Twilight twirling her fingers across the swollen edges of her peaks. The half-dollar sized tops pricked and shuddered with baited anticipation that the cruel scientist denied them time and again, always slipping away with the cool slip of "Sci-Twi's" nail scaling against the heated skin of Sunset's tits. "Perhaps... I still have some magic in mean, and your deeper reservoir of magic is pulling against it far more, resulting in your more advanced reactions."

Twilight could have been speaking French or Advanced-Griffon-Tongue in that moment for how jumbled Sunset could hear the words. Time and again amidst Twilight's thoughtful musings on the matter, Sunset was brought to soil herself while her knees feebly tried to knock to quell her rippling orgasms. Never once would the bindings allow for it, but her quaking pussy cared little as it decorated the surrounding counter top with its pleased release. Before long, Sunset writhed in barely resisted pleasure against a pool of her own drooled over cum, electing subtle plaps and wet slaps of her back into it when Twilight's hands slipped against just the right stretched of her sweat laden skin. Sunset was a mess, and Twilight looked over her with curious interest and a subtly growing yearning.

The bookish woman sucked on her lower lip as subtle fog nudged at the corners of her glasses. It was rather heated in here; budding Summer and all that, of course. Not to mention that the AC was turned off after hours, naturally. And just how sexy Sunset Shimmer looked bound to the table, lips agape and tits bouncing freely, obviously... Those magical mounds filled with the object of her desires. They were so close yet...

"Huh... Based off my extensive testing," Very extensive, "It seems that the largest concentration of magic is coalescing in your mammary region..." Lilac digits swam against the hot mound, electing subtle ripples into the simmering skin that made her subject mewl, "...And as magic is emanating from my touch against you—subtle as it is—it stands to reason that... more invasive studies are in order to... To..." Words failed Twilight as her tongue dried in her mouth, the heat tugging and lapping against her own tender skin as she watched over Sunset's bound body.

It was warm, and doing so would help confirm a hypothesis. That solitary thought was the rock Twilight anchored herself too as heated tingles pulled and pried her towards less-than-academic thoughts. The simple blouse she wore rose and fell off her with much more ease than Sunset's own jacket before, but the yearning inside her found even the brief second too much. They had to delve deeper into this experiment to quench their curiosity. And Twilight had an insatiable curiosity right now. To know about magic, of course. But also...

Half lidded eyes could still make out the shifting presentation Twilight had on offer. While her bust was not nearly as momentous as her test subject's, Twilight's breasts had their own charm with the way they perked up. Stripped down to nothing at all, Sunset was momentarily taken by the slight, athletic shape "Sci-Twi" had been keeping under wraps. "T-Twi...? What are...?" A hushing finger brushed against Sunset's lips, sparking that familiar tug of magic at her still quivering lips. This would take expert attention, and Twilight would suffer no distractions as she indulged in these further notes of research.

Slightly nervous shuffling brought Twilight to straddle atop Sunset, the cool of the table stirring awake a few of her senses lost in the haze of the situation. Clarity briefly took her and she thought about what she was doing. She was straddling her newest friend, chest fully exposed, in a vacant room on school property. This was all beyond the pale of insanity. Then her eyes drifted to the subject of who she was straddling. Full eyes met Twilight's own, and glistening golden skin nearly snatched the air entirely from Twilight's lungs as she uttered a wobbly sigh. "O-Oh... Wow..." Twilight could barely manage the words before she peeled herself low and set herself up on Sunset.

A chorus of warbling coos filled the room as purple flesh mingled with the golden hue beneath it; mounds meshing and sinking into one another as peaks collided. Another harsh squirm fought through Sunset as lightning filled her entire body and her eyes went cross as she slipped them shut from the pure bliss. "Oh, fuck, Twilight!" Sunset would never have cursed freely like that, but damned if her senses weren't with her right now.

Twilight's own body nearly tossed itself back as pinpricks slid all down her back as the same whirling sensation she subjected Sunset to was doubling over into her. And while Sunset was graced with the gradual descent into the mounting pleasure, Twilight found herself plunged to its absolute depths as magic nipped at her nipples and suckled on her flesh. Her breathing hitched and her jaw clenched, unable to fight the wave of pleasure that crashed through her and erupted forth a clattering orgasm. Beside herself, Twilight rolled herself further into Sunset, letting their joined mounds pile into one another and share in their bliss.

For a while, they joined in groans and mirthful sighs that trickled into laughs at just how mad this truly was. And how little both were gradually coming to care. They breathed each other in, relishing the heated, magic infused air they took from one another until something within one was bound to snap. "I think your experiment needs an oral test..." Sunset offered; if she was to be further pulled into this test, she would quench her own curiosity: what does the doppelganger of a princess taste like? Sunset had been humiliated and bested by Princess Twilight Sparkle some time ago, but that still left her with certain questions and tastes... At least one was going to be appeased.

Even if they were tit-to-tit, sharing in heated breathes, and their legs were drenched in the other's warm nectar, the implication caused "Sci-Twi" to blush from behind her barely holding firm glasses. "Wh-I... I suppose a more direct contact of interior--"

"Twilight?"

"Y-yes?"

"Shut up and kiss me," Sunset couldn't help but imagine the princess would have had words at that command, but "Sci-Twi" was far more obedient it seemed. Good to know.

No doubt that if Sunset Shimmer was not so firmly bound to her 'examination' table she would've led the embrace, but Twilight was left to only tingle at the thought of being seized like that. Perhaps next time... The glasses tumbled completely from her nose as she clasped her lips tight into Sunset's own, lavishing the supple embrace with feathered gasps and pats intermingled with her shuddering groans. For her part, Sunset lapped quick flourishes of her tongue at the edges of Twilight's lips each time she flittered in, relishing in the taste and the deeper pulses of magic that came with it.

Lip contact certainly brought far more magic forth than anything else before. However, neither one paid a mind to it as Twilight rutted her small frame into Sunset more with each passing second, urging to push herself deeper and meld their heated bodies more. Each lap brought forth another cry of pleasure from them both, only to have it stifled by their lips meeting. Soft, cooing trills fell from Twilight's lips as she submitted her neck to Sunset unconsciously, letting the woman suckle at it and leaving darkened welts she would kiss at. The pleasure and pain set Twilight's eyes to flutter as she sucked on her teeth. "I can't take it much more, Sunset..."

Sunset could only smirk and chuckle at the implications that the one who bound and molested her a moment before was now the one mewling and begging for release. It was actually adorable...

"...Hm? Oh! Speak of the devil! I just got a text!"

"Who's it from?"

"Let's see here... 'Was running late, gonna shack up with Twilight for the weekend, see you Monday'."

"And there ya' go. Glad they're gettin' along."

"Always good news. Though... It is a tad strange..."

"What's that?"

"Well, clearly that was Sunset. But she texted from Twilight's phone..."

The text alert clued Sunset in that her message made it and she flipped the phone down on the counter. Glancing back, she admired the state her 'captor' was in now that she was freed of those nagging binds. Twilight Sparkle, new addition to the merry band of miscreants and magical misfits, was face down, hips held high as she lapped up the sweet nectar Sunset had accumulated on the table surface.

"Maybe a little curiosity isn't so bad..." And there were plenty more curiosities to solve. And they'd figure those mysteries together.

Author's Note

This one goes out to JohnConnor55 for handing me two bucks to cap this one off. You can also have me write something by going to my ko-fi. Do it. Your dreams depend on it.