Author's Note

Fic Contains The Following:

Apple Bloom’s Uncontrollably Slutty Cousin Bonus

A Cherry On Top Bonus

Cherry Tapper Makes Apple Bloom Tap Out Bonus

Creampies, Sighs, And Muscled Thighs Bonus

Perineum Massage Up The Wazoo Bonus
(Exaggerated for Lewd Effect. Actual Results May Vary)

Apple Bloom's Powerful Thighs Bonus

Kodak (Well, Polaroid) Moment Bonus

Apple Bloom Strokes Her Decent-Sized Cock Bonus

Nesting Instinct Bonus

Intense Foreplay Bonus

Hippogriff Blowjob Bonus

Terramar Takes His First Cock Bonus

Cherry Puns Sprinkled Throughout Bonus

Gotta Stare At Her Flank For Science Bonus

Chapter 1

“Dear Terramar,

I'm sorry about running off, but we got called to a Friendship Problem out in Dodge Junction. Don't worry, I'll make it up to you, especially since it was your turn to choose!

We ran into Cherry Jubilee's family out here, and think the problem's with one of them. There're so many ponies, though, and it'll take time to meet them. We're working hard, and it's nice to meet distant family and all, but some of my cousins are a real handful.

Don't you waste our missed Together Time by staying in and studying. I know you've got that study group with Howl and Shear, which is fine, but you should get out of the dorms once in a while and spend some time in Ponyville without me ridin' herd on you. Just because your sister was a model Friendship student don't mean you have to be every bit like her. Don't you go being a boring ol' hippogriff, buster.

Okay, enough riling. I don't mean to be a tease, but it's been a real interesting day so far. Might tell you more if you're good when I get home!

Apple Bloom.”

Putting her pen down, she considered the sleeping pony curled up in her bed. Couldn't imagine she'd worn out Cherry that hard, given who'd done most of the riding, but whatever. It let her finish her letter. Folding it and slipping it into an envelope, she addressed it to Terramar at the Friendship School. She'd drop it at the front desk tomorrow, in time for the morning post. Applejack had said this problem could take a couple of days. Apple Bloom didn't want him to go that long without an explanation for why she hadn't shown up for their evening together.

A soft rustling drew her attention, and she turned in her chair as Cherry Tapper groggily lifted her head from a pillow. “Hey, gorgeous. You feelin' better?”

Cherry snorted, running her fingers through her tousled red mane. “Mmff. Kinda?” She flicked her ears side to side, her tail swishing beneath the covers. If there was ever a look that defined 'well-fucked', Cherry Tapper had it. She smacked her lips, rubbed her muzzle, and peered across the room, squinting against the light. “What's goin' on, cuz?” Her Dodge Junction accent rolled thicker than Apple Bloom's own twang.

Apple Bloom figured she deserved some of the hick stereotypes. She would take cider before other drinks offered, wore plaid shirts beneath her overalls, and could fix nearly anything mechanical on or off the farm. Did she really need to add this onto the list?

It was one hell of a line-crossing. She'd gone and fucked a cousin. Not like 'Uncle Apple Strudel's Son' or anything that close, but the Cherries were still kin, even if they were a branch or two over on the tree.

Her belly squirmed at the memory of Cherry Tapper riding her cock so enthusiastically. That golden rump had smacked down on her hips, echoing in the small hotel room, cherry-red tail whipping back and forth. It had been like watching a darker mirror of herself, only with blue eyes instead of orange.

All because somewhere out there, Applejack was still wandering around Dodge Junction with half of the Cherry clan, sorting out a Friendship Problem. She had told Apple Bloom to stay in the hotel and keep out of trouble. Sure, that had lasted maybe half an hour before trouble found her.

Cherry Tapper had whirled into the hotel lounge and dropped a crate of cherry cordial on the bar. In the middle of her business, she'd received a lewd proposition from a soused stallion that had made even Apple Bloom's ears curl. The response from Cherry was the immediate thump of her hoof into his groin. As he hit the floor, she'd snatched up his drink, but lost her grip and splashed Apple Bloom instead of her intended target.

Once the ruckus died down, and the two mares shooed out of the lounge, Cherry had caught Apple Bloom halfway up the staircase. One golden body pressed another against the wall, a hot thigh slid between suddenly-spread legs, and a murmured apology preceded a scorching kiss. Minutes later, both mares had stumbled through the door to Apple Bloom's room, Cherry ending up on top, and gleeful at the discovery she'd made of her cousin's sheath.

Now that Apple Bloom had tasted that forbidden fruit, the lingering twitch in her tummy had yet to fade away. Which was why she'd slipped out of bed while Cherry snoozed, and pulled a fountain pen and paper from her bags. Writing to Terramar helped settle her down, plus it took her mind off the fact she'd ended up going soft in the middle of Cherry's ride. Just slipped out with a sudden wet flop, right with a smack on her belly.

“Felt the need to reach out to someone,” she said, recapping her pen. “Now, you sure you're gonna be okay?”

“It was just stress,” Cherry insisted as she sat up, careless of her own nudity. “Didn't mean to make so much of a scene at the bar, but —” She shrugged. “Glad it was you I spilled that drink on, rather than that jackass.”

Apple Bloom's cheeks heated, and she swore at herself that she could still blush after what they'd done. “Still felt weird that you wanted to lick it off me, rather than lettin' me go wash.”

Another gentle snort, this one more of a chuckle. “Why waste good booze? Tastes all right on somepony's shoulder, if you got a little salt and lime to make it worthwhile. Good thing I nicked them from the bar while they were throwin' us out.” Cherry kicked the covers down as she groaned, stretching her arms and arching her back. “Mmm. You okay? It happens, gettin' lost in your own head.”

“Yup,” Apple Bloom agreed. “That's kinda what happened.” Her breath caught as Cherry stacked one golden hoof atop another, then sat up and braced her arms behind her, thrusting her full breasts forward. Aside from the mane style and cutie mark, it really was like looking in a shadowed mirror. “Kinda used to a bit more cuddlin' before somepony wants to ride me like a rodeo bull.”

Cherry Tapper's breathy laugh made her breasts jounce. “Honey, you were already skittish at havin' me all up in your business, cuddlin' weren't going to help.” She smirked. “I suppose I came on a bit strong, but I ain't ever seen such a sight on a mare like you. Hope you didn't mind.”

“Nope.” Apple Bloom fidgeted, looking down at herself. She wore only a pair of boxer briefs, the lump of her sheath front and centre. Cherry had traced her with a finger, cooing in pleasure, and then everything had flipped upside down like a rogue apple cart. There hadn't been time for gentle, there had only been time to hang on and hope. At least one of them had gotten off from it, right? “Cherry, I—”

Her cousin interrupted, shimmying her upper body enticingly. “It's okay. You already apologized enough. Y'ain't ruined a darn thing. You were still good, dear, makin' me cum like that, and you deserve a reward. So how about I help out with some of that ache you're probably feelin'?” She lifted one arm to crook a delicate finger at Apple Bloom, the same gesture she'd used halfway up the stairs hours earlier. “I use my mouth purtier than a mayor with cash in the bank and a chance at re-election, so why don'tcha shed those shorts and come on over here?”

First time lucky, second time, askin' for it. Apple Bloom groaned, batted her conscience back into the depths of her mind, then got up and hooked her thumbs in the waistband. As she slid it down her legs, the material pulled tight, stretching over her powerful thighs, and she tugged harder. Flicking her tail free, she finally shoved her underwear past her knees and onto the floor. “Where d'ya want me, hon?”

Amusement crinkled the lines at the edges of Cherry's eyes, the mare's gaze fixed on Apple Bloom's sheath. “Mmm. So many options.” She swept her own lush tail around as she rolled up onto all fours, stalking towards the foot of the bed. “Jes' sit those apple-bottom genes down here and lemme have a look at you, so's I can decide. Don't see too many pretty mares with cocks like yours.” She quirked an eyebrow as she patted the bedspread in front of her. “That a Ponyville-exclusive sorta thing, or are you a slice of somethin' special?”

Blushing, Apple Bloom sat, dangling her hooves off the bed's edge. “Bit of both? Got Cutie Pox early on, then did some potions stuff. And, well, Princess Twilight always says you cain't change things like manes, or sex. Turns out, though, if you had Cutie Pox and spill the wrong poti- Hhahhhh!”

Cherry Tapper ignored the rest of her answer, dipping her head down into Apple Bloom's lap, and French-kissing the tip of her sheath. “Mmm,” she hummed again, her throat vibrating against her cousin's thigh. Settling onto her side, she turned her head and took one testicle into her mouth for a soft, wet pull, making Apple Bloom gasp again.

“Poor thing,” the cherry-redhead cooed, peeking up at her with a grin. “Your expression says you don't get sucked too often.” She spread Apple Bloom's thighs, repeating the slow, careful suck on her other testicle, as she kneaded gently between thigh and groin. “I can feel yer tension. Mmhmm. Achin' for release, ain'tcha?”

Resisting the urge to thread her fingers through Cherry's mane, Apple Bloom rested her hand against the other mare's neck. “T'aint so bad,” she breathed, indulging in the twinge beneath her navel that her cousin's attentions stirred. Sure, she ached a tad, but it'd pass. Stroking the softness of Cherry's neck, she massaged the curve of her shoulder and mussed her warm coat with a thumb. “Keep lickin', cuz. Feels good.” It really did. Cherry's sweet tongue lavished attention on her, and Apple Bloom watched her. She liked a talented pony. “Feels real good,” she repeated, kneading deeper into her cousin's shoulder.

“I'm glad,” Cherry purred. She winked, then lowered her head again and nosed at Apple Bloom's sheath, fingers slipping lightly beneath her sac. “Cherries, these ain't,” she whispered, the hint of a laugh in her voice as she stroked them. Taking her time, she tilted her head to let her cousin see how her tongue swirled.

Apple Bloom grunted as the familiar pressure rose, and her cock slid out of its sheath, golden and twitching. Oh jeez, she was stiffer than usual. Maybe it'd be okay this time? She fought the urge to grab herself as her flat tip bumped Cherry Tapper on the nose. “Whoah, um, sorry?”

Giggling, her cousin planted a tender kiss on her cock. “S'alright. I want this, right here.” Her hand curled softly around it, stroking up and down. “What about you, you okay so far?”

“Yeah.” Apple Bloom lay back on one elbow, her other hand still playing with Cherry Tapper's mane. Her cousin's attention seemed to be less on her cock, and more on the join of her sheath, judging by the probing her fingers did. “You got somethin' in mind?”

“Interested, that's all.” Cherry's eyes twinkled as she snuffled along Apple Bloom's length. “Y'aint too big, which is kind of a blessin'. I'm known for my dainty little face, and you stretchin' me won't do my jaw no favours.” She fluttered her eyelashes as she breathed in, then let it out, lifting her head to kiss the tip. Her tongue swirled as her head lowered, her fingers fumbling beneath Apple Bloom's sheath. “Hmmm . . .”

The soft hum made Apple Bloom arch up into her cousin's mouth. “Ohhhh, yeah.” She swallowed the lump in her throat, her hips tilting as Cherry got up onto her hands and knees beside her on the bed. Spreading her thighs wider, Apple Bloom brushed a leg against Cherry's breasts, and she groped blindly, sliding her hand beneath one gorgeous tit to caress the underside. “This okay?”

Cherry glanced up at her, bobbing her head in acknowledgement and approval. “Mmmhmm.” Her tail swished, balancing her on all fours as she took a little more into her mouth. She sighed through her nose, rolling her eyes as Apple Bloom's fingernail scraped against a golden nipple. “Mmmmf.”

Soft slurps filled the room as she sucked the tip of Apple Bloom's cock, shuffling her knees on the bedspread, occasional breathy snorts breezing over her cousin's thighs. Cherry's tail rustled, swishing, then lashing, the heat between her thighs obvious as she fanned herself the more her head dipped downwards.

A particularly vigorous suck pulled Apple Bloom's hips off the bed, enough to make her lose her balance and fall on her back. She stared up at the ceiling, panting. Oh, there was something to be said for real good suction. Slipping her fingers through Cherry's red mane, her thumb fastened onto her cousin's ear, causing a pleased squeal to vibrate down her length. “Hahh! Oh, Cherry ...”

The smack of Cherry's lips as she lifted her head off was damn erotic by itself, but the soft whine from the pull on her ear burned more heat through Apple Bloom's veins. “Say my name again, cuz,” came Cherry's soft request, “Jes' like that.” A quick, hot lick swiped across Apple Bloom's tip, and she gasped as her cousin's fingers pressed lower, behind her sac.

“Cherry,” Apple Bloom murmured, her breath hitching as her cousin pressed a knuckle behind her balls, kneading the tender spot there. “Aw, yeah, hahh ... ” Her pelvic muscles quivered as Cherry found the right pressure point, and another soft surge rose through her. “Aaahnnn!” She pulled on her cousin's ear and the pleased moan she got in return made her twitch against Cherry's nose again.

“That's it, pretty.” Her cousin sounded pleased as she nuzzled Apple Bloom's cock. “Trust me, I know where it's nice and soft. This is gonna feel so good. Lie back, keep looking up, that's a good girl.” The wet suction engulfed Apple Bloom's tip again, Cherry taking her in her mouth again, and the kneading, pressing knuckle on her perineum made Apple Bloom roll her shoulders back, her back arching. Sweet cider, that mare knew some tricks!

“Ahhhnn... ahhhn... aaahnnn!” Her touch fumbled against Cherry's mane and neck as she shuddered, trying to grip, trying to hold on, hold back. She couldn't, though, and her cousin steadily coaxed her up to her peak, to the point where she'd spill over, give it all up, and, and and and —

Cherry slowly pulled her head back in a firm, stretching suck as she jilled the root of Apple Bloom's cock in a quick, hot little massage. She pressed harder, her mouth demanding, each suck matching each push of her fingertips. Her heavy breathing blew harshly in the quiet room, their mingled scents filling it.

The ceiling shot stars.

Apple Bloom came with a sudden yelp, the pulse almost painful from Cherry's coaxing. Heat flared from the pressure of those fingers on that tender spot, spiralling right up through her cock as she spurted, and the first load was near agony in its pleasure. “Haaahhh — haaaahhh, haaaaaahhh!”

She clutched at Cherry's ears, moaning as her hips thrust up, her cousin grunting as her face got abruptly fucked. The tight, wet heat thrummed oh, oh, so good, the spurts thickening as Apple Bloom clenched her flanks and let it all go.

Her cum filled Cherry's mouth with a gush, the little mare taking all she could in gulp after gulp. Apple Bloom screwed her eyes shut, tension singing in her back muscles, feeling each spurt lapped up and swirled. Her cousin's tongue flicked and swept, scooping each load as quickly as she came. Then she was all done, sucked clean, and the pressure eased.

Slumping, Apple Bloom breathed hard, the ache and bliss mingling as Cherry soothed her with some soft licks. Her perineum throbbed where her cousin kneaded, her sac hummed, and her tip still trickled cum. Cherry adoringly lapped it all up, tongue strokes tender and affectionate as she milked Apple Bloom softly. “Oh, geez. I think I saw my parents' apple-pear tree when I came.”

Cherry chuckled, pushing up on that throbbing spot again, coaxing another spurt onto her stuck-out tongue. Swallowing, she grinned at Apple Bloom's gasp and repeated the process as her cock continued to quiver and dribble cum, those fingers circling around and around. “Hmm, you ain't quite empty yet.” Her head lowered again to clean off her cousin. “Mmmf ...”

“Ahhh … ahhhh ...” Apple Bloom shuddered one last time, panting as her cock softened and her cousin eased up on the pressure. “What is that?”

“Little trick I know,” Cherry said, sitting up and slinging a leg over her cousin's thigh, straddling her. She braced her elbows on either side of Apple Bloom's chest, and rested a chin on cupped palms. “Feel better?” she asked, up close and suddenly personal.

“Mmf, yeah,” Stretching up on her own elbows, Apple Bloom met Cherry's mouth and kissed her lightly, swiping an errant streak of her own cum off her cousin's muzzle. Cherry twitched her ears, her mane tousled gloriously as it stuck up on one side. “Sorry, did I pull on your mane too hard back there?”

Cherry leaned in for a deeper kiss, her tongue slithering like a rattler makin' for the nearest bit of shade. Her full scent filled Apple Bloom's senses with thick, hot Earth Pony need. “Nn-nn,” she breathed, nuzzling in. “Y'needed that, from all accounts.” She inhaled in surprise as Apple Bloom's knee came up and nudged between her thighs. “Oh, hey now. I won't say no, but you need a minute, hon. You ain't ...”

“What?” Apple Bloom asked, stroking the nape of Cherry's neck, pressing up with her own knee as she felt how wet her cousin was. Oh, she'd hadn't had a pony ride her thigh for a long while, and it seemed like something she ought to rectify. “What am I ain't, Cherry?”

Cherry tried to sit back up, but Apple Bloom gripped her by the neck, and so she groaned, eyes rolling back. She subsided, settling for nuzzling one of Apple Bloom's nipples as consolation. “Come on, cuz,” she whispered. “Take the afterglow, relax for a second. Ain't no need to pay me back right away, yeah? So I'm wet. Means I'm havin' fun, that's all. Ain't no rush.” She wiggled, twitching her hips to the side to relieve some of the pressure from Apple Bloom's muscled thigh. “You got a problem with cuddlin', or something?”

“I, huh?” Apple Bloom blinked. No, she didn't. She cuddled Terramar on the regular when they were together. Then again, Terramar hadn't ever given her a blowjob. That particular thought made her blush. “No.”

“Good.” The mare grinned and slipped her arms around her cousin's neck, nuzzling her. “Jes' lie here, okay? Breathe. You probably got to go back home tomorrow, so let's just have a moment.” She blinked soft, blue eyes. “Please?”

Apple Bloom sighed and nuzzled back. Thigh-riding would have to wait. “Yeah, all right. Sorry. First time sleepin' with one of my cousins like this. Not real sure what I'm doing.”

“You've done lovely so far,” Cherry murmured. Her mouth found Apple Bloom's ear and she exploratively nibbled along the rim. “So, who were you writing to?” she whispered, teeth grazing the tip.

“Good friend,” Apple Bloom said, turning her head and sighing as Cherry teased her ear. “Yeaaaahh, more of that, please?” She waited for the giggle and the obedient lick, then continued, “He's like, Queen Novo's nephew, one of the hippogriffs. Or seaponies, depending on the day.” Stealthily, she slid her thigh between Cherry's legs once again.

Propping herself up on her forearms, Cherry Tapper lifted her head. “Really? We got those now?” Her hips wiggled some more. “Oooh, right there, babe.” She made a pleased noise in her throat.

Apple Bloom nodded, gazing up at the pretty mirror image of herself. “Yup. Had 'em for about five years. My sister taught his older sis, now she's teachin' him.” She traced her fingers in half-circles around Cherry's dock, pressing up with her leg and coaxing a low moan out of her cousin.

“Ain't never seen a griffon, let alone a hippogriff,” Cherry said, her hips swaying with the attention, even as her hands kneaded Apple Bloom's breasts and she dipped down for another suck on them. “Mmm. What're they like?”

'They've got wings, and hooves, and beaks, and claws.” Apple Bloom considered that, idly squeezing the back of Cherry's thigh, spreading her as she enjoyed the attention paid to her own breasts. “And when they're seaponies, they get fins instead. Switchin' from one to the other don't bother them none.”

Cherry's eyes gleamed. “Lookit you. Travelin' Equestria for 'Friendship Problems', meetin' all sorts of fancy creatures. Kinda hot, cuz.” She leaned down again, her mouth finding Apple Bloom's other ear. “So did you tell him you're gettin' ground like some pepper on this trip?”

“He don't need to know that,” Apple Bloom gasped, her vision fogging as Cherry gnawed on her ear. She squeezed her cousin's cutie marks, holding on as their hips churned together, slick sensations rolling through her. “Had to run out on him to get here with my sister. If he heard I'd spent the day gettin' bounced in bed instead...”

Cherry Tapper's laugh vibrated her whole head. “He'd get a mite jealous, yeah? Story like that could keep a boy's imagination occupied through his boring school days, especially if you mention how I rode you like the stallion he wishes he could be.”

Apple Bloom nipped at her cousin's neck, offended on Terramar's behalf. “Oh, c'mon now. He's got more to his pony half than a lotta full-blooded stallions.” Cuddling that boy was a soft treat and she loved pulling him into her lap and burying her nose in all his feathers. He was so slim and fine, and he fit so well sitting on her. Course, that meant he knew about her cock, what with his rump practically on her sheath and all, but he never seemed threatened by it. She liked him for that.

“Yeah?” Cherry kissed Apple Bloom's cheeks, working her way back to her lips and puffing a breath against her, taking her mouth with a soft, pleased murmur. When she released the kiss, she smiled. “Is that where your head went while I was ridin' you?”

“What? No, no, nothin' like that.” Apple Bloom whuffed. “I ain't dating him, or ridin' him.”

“He could be ridin' you,” Cherry suggested. Her smile deepened into something gleeful. “Instead of me bouncin', how about him?” Her hips dipped, rolling up and down Apple Bloom's thigh. “Soft and feathery, huh? Bet that feels real good coverin' you. C'mon, don't you tell me he ain't thought about whirlin' you over and pressin' himself against you, all nice and hot-like.”

Apple Bloom whimpered, wide-eyed as her cousin wriggled on her, that cherry-red tail flicking delicately. What if it were sea-foam green? Would Terramar want her? Could she play with him like Cherry did to her? Would that ever be a thing, with her splayed out beneath him, his unsheathed cock bumping and brushing hers, hot and slick together? A sudden, soft surge had her panting and then, ohhh ...

Cherry cooed as she twisted her hips aside, grinning as Apple Bloom's cock appeared again from her sheath. “Ohohoho, that's woken you up, hasn't it?” She squeezed one thigh against the throbbing length. “Girl, you recovered fast. What were you thinkin' about?”

“Him,” Apple Bloom admitted, arching and breathing harder as Cherry ground on her. “Mmm. Terramar, haaaah, doin' what you're doing. Mmmf.”

“His cock nuzzling you, right where it feels good?” her cousin asked, pressing some of her weight down onto Apple Bloom. “Maybe his mouth where mine's been?”

She nodded, shuddering at the images Cherry put in her mind.

“Mmm. Then maybe it's worth askin' him if he's got an itch you can scratch.” Cherry glanced down. “Speakin' of which. You want one more for the road, cuz? It's okay if you don't, but I don't like wasting good, hard cocks that could be inside me.”

“Yeah?” Apple Bloom asked. The ache in her belly throbbed as Cherry's moist pussy stroked back and forth. “You offerin' a nice fit for me, cuz?”

“Mmhmm. C'mere.” Cherry squeezed with her knees, sliding her body to the side and turning them both over to put Apple Bloom on top of her. Her thighs spread open, her hips wiggled, and Cherry ground up against Apple Bloom's emerged cock. “Let's see if a little closer contact helps this time, hmm?” She bucked, grinning up at her and reaching for Apple Bloom's cock, adjusting things to press it against her own glistening pussy.. “That's it, hon, put it in me again. Think good thoughts, too.”

Rearing up, Apple Bloom braced her arms on either side of her cousin. She groaned low and hard, helpless as her hips eased forward. “Ahhn .. ahhh ... ahh ...” She squeezed her eyes shut and sighed in relief as her belly bumped Cherry's furry mound. Oh, oats and apples, that snug fit felt good. Maybe this time she could last through it.

“Uhhnnhhh!” Cherry breathed back, cupping Apple Bloom's neck and gazing up into her eyes. “Oh, yeah, jes' like this,” she murmured, lifting her head, and parting her lips.

Her mouth brushed Apple Bloom's, Cherry sweetly slipping her a tongue that spoke of shot glass bottoms and double-knotted cherry stems. Wiggling beneath her cousin, she cinched her legs around Apple Bloom's wide hips, pulling her in nice and tight. “Come on, honey,” she teased, smiling. “Don't lose yer rhythm before you even get started.”

“Mmmmff! Oh!” Panting, Apple Bloom dropped onto her elbows, her cock now sheathed to the hilt in Cherry's hot pussy. “Wanna let me try and find it first?” she begged, the soft, wet sounds of Cherry's pussy making her lose her damn mind. Oh, geez, those thighs. She couldn't move, couldn't thrust, all wrapped up in those luscious legs. Each squeeze in her cousin's grip bottomed her out inside that sweet cunt, those hooves digging into her rump with each slow, deliberate flex.

“This is more fun.” Cherry Tapper cooed, her fingers brushing Apple Bloom's ear, tugging on it. “What's the matter, hon, not strong enough to get out of my clutches?” She kissed Apple Bloom's cheek and nudged beneath her jaw, nibbling. “I mean, it's okay, if y'aint. Jes' lie still and lemme milk you dry so's you can start nice and fresh with that boy when you get home.”

Her thighs squeezed once more and Apple Bloom groaned as she sank that final inch again. She could try and pull free, but oh, ohhhh, sweet spires, Cherry felt too good. Leaning on her elbows, with her legs stretched out behind her, she was trapped. Her own thighs could match the strength in the ones wrapped around her hips, but she had no chance of getting up on her knees, no leverage to take control back. Squirming only made her cousin cinch down tighter and giggle as she toyed with Apple Bloom's breasts.

Finally, after one more futile attempt to pull back, Apple Bloom surrendered with a quiet moan, breathing harder. As she went limp, Cherry hauled her head down, and pressed Apple Bloom's face into the side of her neck, holding her close and trailing a delicate fingernail down her spine.

“That's it,” Cherry Tapper murmured, nuzzling her ear and licking it, “give it up, girl. Ahh, ahh, mmmm ... oh, fuck, that's good.” She flexed her inner muscles, rippling them along Apple Bloom's cock, and pulling another moan from her. “Your boy'd love this, I'd bet, seein' you all wrapped up.”

She kept up a hot whisper in Apple Bloom's ear, riding her from beneath, hissing all sorts of filthy things: how thick she was, how good she felt, how hard she'd cum. Cherry's muzzle pressed against Apple Bloom's neck as she forced her cousin's head down, Apple Bloom trapped and panting harder. The roil of those talented hips quickened, the creak of the bed getting louder.

With her face pressed so firmly against Cherry's neck and shoulder, Apple Bloom knew nothing but the heady scent of that golden coat, the bouncing of the mattress beneath her, and the snug, slick squeeze of Cherry's pussy. Her cousin's breath puffed in her ears, the soft whines turning to moans, the headboard thumping harder against the wall as Cherry picked up the pace.

“Hahh! Ahh! Ahhh! Fuck me, cuz!” she yipped, even though she was doing all the riding, “mmmf, gimmie that cock!”

The friction of their bodies sounded counterpoint to the squeaking bed joints, their coats lathered and glistening. Apple Bloom's breasts pressed against Cherry's, sweaty and slick as she panted harshly against her cousin's shoulder. She had no air to speak, to moan, or to beg, only muffled gasps and soaking Cherry's neck with the heat of her breath. Sweat dripped down her face, the 'v' of her lower back drenched from those thighs clasped around her hips.

Cherry Tapper suddenly cried out and arched in orgasm, grinding up against Apple Bloom's pelvis. The fluttering clench of her climax, the swirl of sweat-slick belly fur against the grain of her own, it was all far too much. Apple Bloom groaned helplessly as she tensed up. “Hahh, ahhn! Ahhn! Cher — Cherryyyy — ” Her hips jerked in Cherry's grip as she blew her load, pulsing deep inside her cousin's snatch. “Aaahh, mmff! Mfff!”

“Yeah ... yeah ... yeeeeaaaaah,” Cherry crooned, pulling her closer with her legs, “gimme, hon, gimmie ...” She 'oohed' and 'aahhed', rolling her hips as she got filled. “Mmmm, I can feel it gushin',” she murmured, kissing Apple Bloom under her ear, vigorously ruffling her mane with her fingernails. “Such a good girl. Oh, just like that.”

Apple Bloom whined and shuddered, whuffling hotly against Cherry's neck. The scrape of nails on her nape raced down her spine, crashing into the surge of her climax that raced up from her groin. Her ears burned from the soft praise lavished on her, her hips thrusting blindly as she came more, her cousin's slick cunt milking every last drop out of her.

Finally, spent and breathless, Apple Bloom went limp on top of Cherry Tapper, and let her stroke her mane. “Y'do that ... to all your cousins ... you take to bed?” she asked, lifting her head and squinting. Even the dim lamplight made the room bright after having her head buried so long in darkness.

“Nah,” Cherry murmured, “just the ones I corrupt.” She kissed Apple Bloom some more, nuzzling her. “Plus I really wanted a cherry creampie, hon, and you needed that fence jumped. Ain't taboo enough to bang a cousin unless you bust a nut in one.” Sighing, she slowly unwound her legs from Apple Bloom's hips. “Daaang, that felt good.”

Groaning, Apple Bloom lifted herself off and collapsed to one side, grunting as her cock retreated into its sheath. Her head spun, her body throbbed, and she had the urge to curl up for a nap. Cherry's attentions had pulled her hair ribbon loose, too, and it tickled her shoulder. Blushing, she yanked the whole thing free, intending to retie it later. She stretched, and her lower back popped. “Ooof.”

“Bet that felt good, too,” Cherry Tapper noted, grinning. She lightly stroked her glistening pussy and she dipped a couple of fingers in, spreading her pink lips open to show how much Apple Bloom had cum inside her. “Hmm. You do reload quickly.”

Apple Bloom didn't answer, busily refilling her lungs with air. Musky and heavy, sure, but also cool air. Oh, sweet apple strudel, her cousin was something, riding her into submission from both the top and bottom, one after the other.

Cherry giggled as she lay back against the pillows, putting her free arm behind her head. “You'll be okay. A little trouble never hurt anypony.” Her other hand stayed between her legs. “Mmmm,” she purred, rocking her wrist slowly in time with the rolls of her hips.

Stretching out, Apple Bloom rested her head on a folded arm, and gazed up at the insatiable mare. “I've ... been in plenty ... trouble before,” she panted, nosing at the inside of her elbow. She admired Cherry's spread thighs. “This, hahh, don't seem ... like that.”

“Look, I know trouble. I'm the black cherry of my clan,” Cherry Tapper said. Her fingers circled her clit, and she obviously took more comfort than arousal from it. “And sweetness, you're darned lucky I caught you first, because you got no self-preservation instincts. We got some working mares lurking down there who'd suss you out for an easy mark, then take most of your bits, or rat you out to your older sister once they realized you couldn't afford them. Me? I'm kin, and I'm free.”

“I wasn't lookin' for anything,” Apple Bloom protested. “I was mindin' my business, staying out of trouble.”

Cherry smirked. “Still, you found it, or it found you.” She slipped her arm out from behind her head, folding it over her eyes as she quivered. “Mmm. Point is, this is the safe kind of trouble. Your family's runnin' around out there with mine, doin' whatever, and you're in here with me, havin' a nice ol' time.” Lifting her arm, she peeked down at Apple Bloom. “As for me, I got to experience a mare with a marvellous cock, which might not happen ever again. I also got to keep my kin safe in my rat's nest of a hometown, and maybe got her to consider pickin' up what's been in front of her the whole time.” She slipped two knuckles deep in her slick pussy, then eased them out again, glistening with Apple Bloom's cum and her own cream.

Apple Bloom leaned forward, her eyes hooded. Oh, she shouldn't, but ... she caught Cherry's hand at the wrist and lowered her head, her tongue leisurely cleaning off her cousin's fingers. “Mmmf.” Peeking up at Cherry, she drew slow, deliberate licks between her knuckles. “That all you got, cuz?” she purred back.

In response, Cherry Tapper spread her legs open nice and wide, grinning. “Make it good, hon. Time's runnin' short,” she murmured, and Apple Bloom moved in, settling between those golden thighs and bending to the task of cleaning her cousin up.

By all the pears in Ponyville, she'd gone and kinked herself something fierce, hadn't she?

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“Did you solve the Friendship Problem?”

Apple Bloom shrugged, her head half-propped up on her cupped hand. If she didn't fix herself shortly, her cheek would slide right down her wrist.. She didn't feel like fixing it. “Applejack got it. I stayed at the hotel.”

Across the tutoring room at her own desk, Sweetie Belle frowned. “Really? You let your sister do everything, and never left the hotel?”

“Yup,” Apple Bloom agreed. “Rough place, Dodge Junction. Even with cousins around, it ain't a spot to wander.”

“I heard Applejack telling Rainbow Dash you helped guide her and the others to the pony that ran away when they tried to help him,” Scootaloo said. “How'd you do that from the hotel?”

“I was on the roof.” Mostly because Cherry Jubilee had turned half of Dodge Junction's bedrooms upside down searching for her niece. Cherry Tapper had a sixth sense about trouble and when her aunt had stormed the hotel, she'd made for higher ground with Apple Bloom in tow. From the roof, they'd spotted Applejack and the others hunting Cherry Soda, and shouted directions to bring the two sides back together.

“Why were you on the roof?”

“Highest building in town other than the clock tower.” Plus, the family's relief at them solving the Friendship Problem had taken any suspicion off her and Cherry Tapper. Apple Bloom shrugged again, and then her chin slipped off her cupped palm and she managed to pull herself upright. “Seemed like a good idea.”

Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle exchanged a glance. The three of them had grown in their role as Friendship Tutors and had finally received office space at the school. One afternoon a week, they helped students understand lessons and encouraged them, pony and non-pony alike. Today, though, two of the Friendship Tutors looked askance at their third. The pre-exam rush had just abated and Apple Bloom had slumped over the minute the last of their changelings flitted out the door.

“The trip back must've really worn you out,” Scootaloo said. “It's been three days and you still look wiped.”

“I'm fine,” Apple Bloom muttered.

“You don't look fine,” Sweetie pointed out, standing up to smooth out her violet skirt. She arched delicately, stretching her arms above her head to loosen up, her pale coral blouse lifting to show off her tummy. “We do know when you're not telling us something, too.”

Scootaloo nodded, leaning in. “Yeah, usually you're full of details about stuff you do with Applejack. Short answers? Something happened.”

“You're okay, yeah?” asked Sweetie. She sat back down, ears flicking forward. “What went on?”

Apple Bloom flushed and pushed herself upright. “Nothin'.” She took in their disbelief, and sighed. “Nothing serious, okay? One of my cousins thinks I should make a play for Terramar, but I ain't sure that's a smart idea.”

No way was she mentioning what she'd done with Cherry Tapper. Three days back, and she'd only now begun returning to normal. Apple Bloom was no virgin, but she'd never been debauched so thoroughly as in that hotel bed. Cherry's rough, incestuous lovemaking had woken something inside her, and she'd fought to put her feelings into some kind of context, especially about Terramar.

She needed more time. Like lots of her adventures, the moment happened, then it took days of dealing with it, finding a place in her brain that could accept the memories. Kind of like cutie marks. Once a pony got theirs, they could spend the first few days repeating their successful task over and over, reliving the event. Eventually, they'd settle down and look for the deeper purpose in their mark.

Nothing said she had to act on her feelings so soon, right? She could make sure of Terramar's own feelings, too. No point in fawning over him if he already had his heart set on another hippogriff. He saw her as a friend, after all. Would he jump the species line like she'd jumped branches of her family tree?

“Want us to help you make a list?” Sweetie Belle offered. “Pros and Cons, like we did for him back on Mount Aris.” Scootaloo's eyes lit up, and she grinned, rummaging in her desk drawers.

Apple Bloom narrowed her eyes. “You wanna use logic to figure out if I should ask out a hippogriff? And you want us to write this down where he could walk in at any moment and see it? This ain't the old Crusader clubhouse, you know.”

“Pfft. We'll destroy it when we're done.” Scootaloo waved off her protests. “Besides, we wouldn't have to do this if you'd mare up and decide.”

”Pro,” Sweetie started off, leaving her desk to join Scootaloo. “You're his favourite of the three of us.”

Scootaloo nodded. “Definite plus.” She wrote it down.

Apple Bloom stared at them both. “How do you even —”

Sweetie Belle's pitying look spoke volumes. “Who else has weekly get-togethers with him? I certainly don't see him as often as you do.”

“Scootaloo spent all her weekends with Gallus before he graduated,” Apple Bloom pointed out. Holy Hannah, she'd give a crate of Zap Apple Jam to make them stop. “Did we ever say she was his favourite?”

“Gallus was dating Yona at the time, and I was his wingpony.” Scootaloo snorted. “Meanwhile, we've seen how the two of you act together. Terramar's really comfortable with you. Like, if you buried your face any deeper in his feathers, you'd be preening him.”

It was Sweetie's turn to prop her chin on her hand as she leaned on Scootaloo's desk. “You were also the one who got us out of that problem with his family. He hasn't forgotten that.”

Apple Bloom threw up her hands and flopped back in her seat, surrendering. “Okay, fine. Let's do this, then. Pro. What's next?”

“Con,” Sweetie continued, leaning over the desk and scribbling. “He's a hippogriff, and you're a pony.”

Oh, brother. “Yeah, I noticed that one. Think he has, too?” Applejack had always warned her that sarcasm was a dangerous defence, but she couldn't help it. “And why's that a Con? We were already talkin' about a yak datin' a griffon.”

“Culture, for one,” Scootaloo said. Her wings rustled. “He can fly, and you can't. It makes a difference. He also lived in the ocean for most of his life. You're an Earth pony.”

Yeah, he wouldn't stay out of the sky and the sea for her. She was a part of the land of Equestria. Apple Bloom sighed. “Right.” Something else to worry over.

“Next pro.” Sweetie Belle thought. “He's helping change Equestria? I mean, some hippogriffs like being hippogriffs. His dad sure does, but Terramar and Silverstream are moving past that. They like hanging out with yaks, changelings, and dragons. They aren't afraid of different things.”

“Like us.” Scootaloo nodded, scribbling.

Apple Bloom caught a memory of the rapt expression on Cherry Tapper's face as she listened to her describing hippogriffs. So many small-town ponies would never see a hippogriff, or a yak. “We've done some stuff, haven't we? Way more than a lot of ponies.”

Scootaloo twirled a finger. “Whee. Destiny.” All three Crusaders rolled their eyes. Ponies' destinies often came down to choice and challenge, and they'd chosen every time not to back down from the challenges ahead. They still hadn't the chance to save all of Equestria, but they were also sure that would happen one day, and had contingency plans for it. “Also, Con: He lives on Mount Aris. You live in Ponyville. Hooray for long distance relationships?”

Oh, Nellie. She pictured Applejack's face if her sister thought she would leave the family farm and go live in the Harmonizing Heights with Terramar. “Think they've got good apple-growing land there?” Apple Bloom suggested weakly.

“Nothing stopping him from coming to live on a farm, right?” Sweetie Belle said. “I mean, you've got a good watering hole.”

“That'd be like plunking him in a tiny fishbowl after the freedom of the ocean,” Scootaloo countered. “Ponyville's got lots of streams and lakes, but seaponies need, y'know, the sea.”

“He's still here for a while, so we'd have time to talk about it.” Apple Bloom gestured. “Leave it as a con for now. What's next?”

Silence filled the small office, as both Sweetie and Scootaloo looked at each other.

“Go on, say it,” Apple Bloom muttered. “Or maybe I should.” She looked down at herself, at the loose, fawn-coloured sweater with slits in the wrists for her fingers. The hem hit her at mid-thigh, covering the black leggings she wore, and it also hid the outline of her sheath. “Con: Biology.”

Sweetie Belle & Scootaloo both knew about her cock. They'd been there when her potion mixture went wrong during that long-ago Twilight Time. Same with Princess Twilight. And they'd all kept her secret, like the greatest set of friends ever.

“Not ... necessarily?” Sweetie Belle squinted, pursing her lips. “I mean, he already knows, right? And he's not a scaredy-griff about it.”

“Not yet,” Apple Bloom groused. “He ain't been nose to tip with it.”

Sweetie Belle stifled a giggle. “You're assuming. Maybe he'll like it, because it's attached to you. Are you worried about what he's got?”

Apple Bloom opened her mouth to answer, but hesitated. Sure, she'd imagined what he'd feel like against her, but what about inside her? She hadn't taken much up there before, and maybe hippogriffs had something fancy to them that nopony knew. A curve here, perhaps, or a swell there that would batter her rump until she gave in and took it all. Oh, lordy, she'd need plenty of lube, wouldn't she? Her cheeks heated. “I — hhnngg. I wasn't until now, thank you!”

Sweetie tilted her head at Scootaloo. “Neutral,” she suggested. “And add Pro: Chemistry. Mmmaybe physics, too.” The two of them burst into giggles.

“I think you've stopped takin' this seriously.” Folding her arms, Apple Bloom scowled. “Don't know why I thought I should.” Still, despite her grumpiness, she appreciated her friends sticking by her. They calmed her after the turmoil of getting topped so hard by Cherry Tapper.

A knock on the door distracted everyone and Sweetie Belle scurried back to her desk, Scootaloo tucking their list away. Apple Bloom straightened her sweater, tugging down on it and wiggling her hips.

“If this were a movie, that'd be Terramar out there,” Scootaloo whispered, then raised her voice. “Come in!”

Terramar's head popped around the side of the door. “Hey, everyone.” He glanced around and waved. “Uh, can I borrow Apple Bloom for a second?”

“If you bring her back in good condition, sure,” Sweetie Belle murmured, earning a glower and hiss from Apple Bloom.

Slipping out from behind her desk, Apple Bloom self-consciously pulled on her hem again, feeling the press of her sheath against her leggings. She had never reacted to his presence before, and she wasn't about to start. “Yeah, I got a couple minutes.”

Scootaloo was too distracted checking for hidden movie cameras to make any smart remarks, and luckily, no other students waited outside. Apple Bloom had the respect of this year's crop, but still, her friendships had to take a back seat to Tutoring, at least during working hours. Being seen in-school with Terramar meant they had to keep things professional.

But oh, from her thoughts right to a school hallway. Just seeing him made a world of difference in raising her mood. The boy was such a surfer dude. Board shorts, loud shirt with slits for his wings, and a braided belt. You could turn the seapony back into a hippogriff, but good luck keeping the seapony down.

She closed the office door and leaned back against it. “Hey, you. You won't believe how sorry I am about havin' to skip out on us. I'm gonna make it up to you, I promise.”

Terramar nodded, an odd expression on his face. Even his beak quirked weirdly, which she'd never seen. “Uh, yeah, sure, but first I, uh ... here.” He slid an envelope from his pocket. “I got a letter from you yesterday, posted from Dodge Junction.”

Apple Bloom swore to herself, embarrassed. “I, uh, never got around to sendin' it. Applejack and I got done and caught the train home before I could even find me a stamp.” In fact, she'd forgotten the letter completely in all the excitement. She must have left it right on the nightstand in the hotel room. “Did the Cherries send it on or something?”

“You could say that,” he admitted. He handed it to her. “Whoever she is, she threw in something extra.”

She lifted the flap, peeked in, and swallowed her heart back down into her chest. The photograph inside was very familiar: a nude, golden body, all arched, with her thighs spread wide to show off the bare slit that lay between them. One arm cradled a generous pair of breasts, the other braced behind a hip. A red ponytail dangled down the side of a slender neck. Cutie marks were barely visible, but a hint of cherry red was visible.

Apple Bloom raised her eyes to meet Terramar's, the sudden hollow in her breastbone trying to snatch her voice. “It ain't me,” she got out. “You know that.”

“I know.” His gaze dropped below her waist, and she fought a squirm at the knowledge he could think of her in that way. “I suppose she's a Cherry?”

“Sure is. Spittin' image of me, ain't she?” Apple Bloom closed her eyes and snorted. Damn her cousin for pushing like this. Cherry Tapper was a wanton little hellion, but what was her play here? No way she'd fool Terramar into thinking she was her. “We ... talked about me. And about you and me. I'd said I had to run out on our night together and she thought it was a shame.”

“So she sent this?” His voice cracked and despite herself, Apple Bloom smiled. Flustering a hippogriff meant they got all ruffled and cute. She'd always resisted teasing Terramar too badly, because guilt would eventually get the better of her, but it looked like her cousin had no shame in that regard. “Why would she do that?”

She turned the instant photograph over, in case Cherry had written a message on the back. “Did she say anythin' extra on my letter? Because there's nothing here.” He handed her the letter and she quickly scanned it. Nope, nothing she hadn't already said. “Maybe it's an apology, for the Map callin' me away?” she suggested. “I mean, that there Cherry has a one-track mind. It's how she survives down in Dodge Junction, from what I saw.” She glanced at it again and sighed. “It gets her through the dusty days when she ain't on the farm.”

Glancing up again, she caught a look in Terramar's eyes, and couldn't read it. Could he understand that loneliness, where somepony sated their boredom with yet another roll in the hay? Was he appalled? Concerned? Interested? Would he guess that Apple Bloom had been boredom relief herself, and this photo was a consequence of it? “You want it back? It's okay if you do. She's pretty, if a little hard around her edges.”

“First pony I've ever seen looking like that,” he said tightly, not reaching for it. “I mean, you swam with me at Mount Aris last summer, all of you, but you didn't —” Breaking off, Terramar closed his beak with a soft clack, and held out his hand for the envelope. “It, well, doesn't do much for me, I think.”

Apple Bloom's heart dropped, as did her ears. “Why's that?” Maybe Terramar wasn't a pony sort of guy, after all. Her little list looked like it was headed for the trash bin. Perhaps she'd set the pieces on fire, too, to make sure.

He took the envelope back, and tucked it into his shorts pocket, rather than his shirt. “I appreciate her apology, but she'd ... well, she wouldn't care who I was, would she? If we met, she'd just, uh, dive right in, and it wouldn't matter, right?” Terramar curled his talons into a fist and leaned on the wall beside her.

“Well.” Apple Bloom switched her tail, trying to pull some of the tightness out of her croup as she gazed down at him. She had a couple of inches on him. “I'm sure she'd care who you were. Cherry ain't ever seen the likes of you where she lives. And she's good at making it matter, if that's what you want.”

Terramar's eyes cleared and he nodded in understanding. “She had you, didn't she?”

Apple Bloom glanced over her shoulder to make sure the door was still closed, then over his shoulder to check the hallway. “Can't talk about it here. It ain't proper. But she thinks it'd be better if we had each other,” she said. “Girl can't wrap her head around bein' platonic, I suppose.”

His head tilted to one side, birdlike in the movement, followed by a soft snort so equine, Apple Bloom got giddy at the disconnect. “We've been really good friends, haven't we?” he asked.

“Yup.” She nodded.

“You and the other Crusaders cared about me from the first moment we met.” Terramar stared up at her. “You made me feel like I mattered, too.”

Apple Bloom heard the words, and figured she understood their meaning, but she had to be clear. “So, you still wanna be friends, Terramar?”

He nodded. “Of course I do.”

“Mmm.” Drawing in a breath, and daring to hope she was right about the answer to her next question, she leaned closer. “How about —”

“YAK BEG PARDON!”

“GAH!” Terramar flapped backwards, stumbling as Apple Bloom screeched and ricocheted off the wall. Both of them turned hard glares on the yak standing next to them. “Yandle!”

He lifted his tiny hat off his head a tad, then replaced it. “Sorry, but yak need Friendship help before class starts! Yak not need to listen in on friendly banter!” He lumbered past Apple Bloom and used his horn to lift the door handle. His bulk moved delicately into the office and a hind leg kicked the door shut behind him, the breeze ruffling both manes and feathers.

Terramar blinked. “He's had a bath. Usually you can smell him coming before he sneaks up like that.”

The door opened again and Yandle leaned out. “Egghead Pony Teacher teach yak stealthy bathing technique. Also, yak think Tutor Pony and Hippogriff should get room and smash properly.” The door closed again.

Grabbing his upper arm, Apple Bloom hustled Terramar down the hallway until they were both far away enough from the door. There was a good chance that Sweetie and Scootaloo had had their ears pressed to it before Yandle had so rudely interrupted. “As I was sayin' ...” She paused to try and gather up the mood again. “We should stay friends, yeah, but how about maybe tryin' some benefits to being friends? I'd like that, if we could.”

Terramar widened his eyes. “Uh, yeah, maybe? You really sure?”

“Yup.” She leaned down towards him, lowering her voice. “I mean, that's if you're okay puttin' up with a mare like me, what with everythin' I got? And there ain't nogriff else in your life that I'd be interferin' with.”

“No, nogriff else, not in my life.” He considered her. “Honestly? I — I think I'd like what you've got more than what your Cherry friend has.” His gaze flicked downward again and this time, she wriggled. “I'll tell you what. If you can take a better picture than her, I'll toss this one out.”

Apple Bloom blinked at him. “Hot dang, you're serious, ain't ya?” Okay, new butterflies in the stomach, now.

He patted his pocket. “I knew this wasn't you, easily. She didn't have the best part of your body.”

“But, you ain't seen that, either,” she said, frowning and putting her hands on her hips. “How can you tell?”

Terramar smiled. “Don't need to see it to know how it makes you feel when I'm sitting on it. Ever wonder why I always let you do it?”

Apple Bloom made a soft noise in her throat as she processed that.

Then the bell rang overhead, making them both jump.

“Shoot, class!” He flapped his wings, lifting up into the air, and turning for the staircase. “You promised to make last week up to me, remember? We can talk more then!” With a hippogriff screech, he soared off, dodging the sudden appearance of a pair of dragons as they pursued him. Howl and Shear were usually attached to his flank like a pair of scaly shadows, but he'd apparently given them the slip before coming to find her. Now they'd tracked him down.

“Hey, no flyin' down the halls!” Apple Bloom yelled after them, to no avail. They had already vanished around the corner. Students never listened to their tutors, anyways, since the CMC weren’t real professors.

Well, shoot. Looked like she'd get a chance to discuss her pros and cons with him, after all.

Now, where would she get herself a camera?

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