Property of the Queen

You find yourself clawing air back into your lungs and your way back to awareness. Your vision is zooming in and out rapidly with your pounding heart but you notice an absence of Alicorn mares around the head of the bed.

”Oh, he’s awake.“ Comes a familiar voice from your right.

”I told you he was okay.“ Comes an identical voice from your left.

There they are.

Groggily, you look in the direction of the last voice and your vision is filled by a familiar pair of enormous breasts with a light peach skin tone and dark red, erect nipples. And a noticeable sheen on the left boob, as if it was recently licked clean. You look further up the bed to see Aphrodise resting her cheek on her hand.

”Hello sleepy head.“ She jokingly greets, as if she wasn’t part of the reason you blacked out.

”How long was I out?“ You rasp.

”Only about two minutes. We took quite a lot out of you.“

You don’t doubt that. That was perhaps the most intense, and messiest, orgasm you’ve ever had.

”I hope you don’t plan on keeping Sebastian all to yourself this morning.“ Says the other voice, the other Aphrodise, from your right. ”And I do believe that having so much fun on an empty stomach was a bad idea.“

Fun? You feel like you almost gave yourself a heart attack after holding back your orgasm for so long.

”It would have happened anyway.“ Left side, and most likely from the near future, Aphrodise says. ”But so would this.“

With that, she moves over and stands on all fours above you. Her left breast winds up smothering your face with the familiar nub of her nipple tickling your lips.

”Breakfast time, Sebastian. Bon Appetit.“

You don’t have the energy or will to resist so you just gladly let her nipple into your mouth and begin suckling on her breast. The first taste of Aphrodise’s milk hits your tastebuds like a breath of life and you suck it down with even greater fervour.

”Gently now sweetie. You’ll get a stomachache if you go too quickly.“ Aphrodise says as she starts stroking her hand through your hair. The next several minutes pass as you suckle blissfully from her bosom and your eyelids start to droop as your hunger gradually abates. But all too soon, Aphrodise takes her breast from you. She smiles kindly down at you before you feel another magic field surround you and you’re levitated over to the other Aphrodise, the one from the present who shared her bed with you.

”You’re not going to neglect me, are you?“ Aphrodise of the present asks as she settles you into her lap. She puts her arm around your shoulders and cuddles you into her right breast. ”Once you finish, we can have a nice hot bath together. Because I have to say Sebastian,“ her smile grows cheekily, ”you stink.“

And you can’t disagree with that. You don’t sweat this much during 40 plus degree summers.

”Okay.“ Is all you can quietly murmur before you latch onto her nipple, thankfully clean of cum and likely the result of another tongue bath, and begin suckling again. You let yourself sink and relax into her embrace as you gulp down the remainder of your liquid breakfast.

Breakfast from the bosom of an Amazonian pony Queen. It’s better than any bowl of Weet-Bix.

You hear the muffled rushing of the shower head in the bathroom turn on. One of the Aphrodises must have got the bath running ahead of time. The mattress shifts and depresses as Aphrodise of the future crawls over to you and sits down next to her past self. One of the Aphrodises starts running her fingers through your hair while you nurse, the action making the minutes pass all the slower to you.

Eventually the Aphrodise holding you gently pushes on your shoulder and you take the hint to release her nipple.

”Well I’m sure that was a pleasant experience for all parties involved,“ she says, ”but we should all wash up before we run behind schedule.“

You nod drowsily before another magic field surrounds you and you’re bodily removed from Aphrodise’s embrace. You find yourself nestled deep between the breasts of Aphrodise of the future with her arms wrapped snugly around your torso.

”What are we waiting for then?“ She asks no one in particular before she rolls on her back off the bed, with you still locked in her embrace, and deftly lands on her hooves on the floor. You’re reminded of just how deceptively strong this mare is as she walks with a leisurely pace to the bathroom.

Aphrodise of the present minces past you and opens the bathroom door, stepping inside and welcoming Future Aphrodise’s passage like a doorman.

”Why thank you Aphrodise.“ The one holding you in her cleavage says as she enters.

”You’re most welcome, Aphrodise.“ Says the other slyly before a loud slap echoes through the bathroom and you feel the impact through your contact with Aphrodise. Present Aphrodise just gave Future a hearty slap on the ass. And since Future didn’t stumble or yelp, she allowed it to happen even with her foreknowledge.

”Oh, if I had my hands free.“ Future says over her shoulder as she steps into the steaming hot tub and finally releases you from her grip. She takes a seat on the half submerged bench with you still in her lap and, like yesterday, raises an orb of water out of the bath. You close your eyes as the torrent hits from above and keep them closed as the soaking is repeated.

A sponge starts making the rounds on your chest. Aphrodise of the present is kneeling in front of you when you open your eyes and rubbing a soap laden sponge across your upper torso while Aphrodise of the future rubs shampoo into your hair. The sponge makes its journey further south, neither Aphrodise being picky about where she invades. In short order, your front half is coated in suds and Aphrodise of the present takes her seat to the right of you and Future.

”Time for the other side.“ Present Aphrodise announces, brandishing her sponge.

”I quite agree.“ Future Aphrodise grins as she levitates you off her lap. Rather than turn away from Aphrodise of the present to have your rear side washed though, Future rotates you towards her past self and sends you hurtling into her arms to the surprise of both parties.

”Hello there.“ You greet your safety net from her shoulder as she puts her arms around your back.

”What are you playing at?“ Present Aphrodise asks Future, deadpan.

”Just sharing the work. Now hold him still.“ Says Future Aphrodise as the sponge starts work on your lower back.

”I wanted to wash his flanks.“ Present Aphrodise pouts.

”Tell you what. If you let me wash this cute little rump now, I’ll let you wash it twice later." Future Aphrodise pats your asscheeks to stake her claim.

”I’ll hold you to that.“

Aphrodise of the future just snickers pervertedly and continues washing your backside. Up and down across your back, thighs and legs, and she always finds a reason to return to your ass to scrub and grope it.

”She’s still grinning, isn’t she?“ You ask the Aphrodise holding you.

”Like a hyena.“

Presently, Aphrodise of the future announces the completion of her task.

”All done.“ She declares in a sing-song voice. ”Time to rinse.“

To which, Aphrodise of the present just raises two masses of water from the bath and dumps them over you and her future self.

”Oh wasn’t that charming.“ Future deadpans through her soaked drapes.

”Sit down Sebastian. We’re not done yet.“ Present just ignores her future self as she squirts conditioner into your hair. The conditioning proceeds uneventfully as Future Aphrodise plops her ass back on the bench and folds her arms under her bust. When the time for rinsing comes, Aphrodise of the present has a proposal for you.

”Do you want to see something cool?“ She sounds like she’s trying to outdo her future self. As much sense as that makes.

When you nod, she raises another orb of water and twirls her finger in a circle. The mass of water twists until a whirlpool is spinning inside the sphere.

”That’s...pretty cool.“ You admit. It can’t compare to watching her turn mundane liquids into liquor but watching the effect of the whirlpool hanging in the air is still amazing.

”Thank you. Now stay still just a second longer.“ And Aphrodise of the present lowers the twisting mass of water over your scalp.

It feels like...having the top of your head submerged in a whirlpool. The spiralling current is strong enough to feel and wash out the conditioner in your hair but not enough to twist your head.

”There we are. All sparkly clean.“ Aphrodise announces when she removes the orb from your head and lets it drop back into the bath. She runs her fingers through your smooth, wet hair. ”Now doesn’t that feel so much better?“

It does. Although it’s probably time to visit a barber. Then again if your hair grows at such a fast rate because of Aphrodise’s milk then maybe you could let it grow out for a bit more. Otherwise you’d be getting it cut every other day. The Aphrodises have other ideas though.

”In a couple of days we might be able to give you a braid.“ Aphrodise of the future remarks as she holds your hair in her hands, like she’s getting ready to do just that.

”Actually I was thinking of some nice pigtails.“ Aphrodise of the present says before you can protest the first suggestion. She even lifts your hair up to either side of your scalp in imitation of the feminine hairstyle.

”You still want to put me in that dress, don’t you?“ You ask, deadpan.

Each Aphrodise responds in unison with a cheery, ”Yep!“ before breaking out into giggles like schoolgirls.

”Never say never.“ Says Aphrodise of the future. ”You might surprise yourself.“

”Well while we’re in the bath,“ Aphrodise of the present says as she levitates the sponges back into her and Future’s hands, ”could you lend us a hand Sebastian?“

Like you would pass up another chance to soap up the soft parts of one Aphrodise, let alone two. ”Of course I would.“ You agree as you squirt a generous dollop of soap into your hands.

The two Aphrodises stand up with their butts toward you. They look over their shoulders at you with an almost hungry look.

And your traitorous, or patriotic, penis has seen fit to stand to attention again. You just try to ignore it as you stand up and wade towards the waiting asses. Considering just how wide the hips are of each mare (somewhere around double the width of your shoulders) you can only attend to one pair of beautifully soft buttocks at a time. You look up into Future Aphrodise’s eye and instead move over to Aphrodise of the present. Future pouts despite, or because of, her foreknowledge that she would be second and moves over in front of Present who begins squirting some shampoo into her own hands.

Present’s bottom is as wonderfully pliant as it was yesterday. You move your soapy hands in opposite rotations up and down the posterior masses, daring to press your palms into the rose cutie marks and watch as the skin springs back into place when you remove them. You even give each gluteus a smack and watch the jiggle spread out from the point of contact. The target of your attentions, currently running her own hands through Future’s tail, levitates her sponge into your vision and you obediently grab it out of the air.

”Could you go a little bit lower please?“ The owner of the butt you’re unabashedly groping asks not at all subtly as she widens her stance.

She doesn’t mean she wants you to wash her...?

You push the vulgarities out of your mind as you think the sentence over again. She really wants you to wash her...labia. Yeah. She does.

You don’t notice how Present looks down at her crotch in concern at your hesitation or how Future gets her attention with a poke into her boob and a quick wink. Your attention is instead divided by the new development of how your erection is getting tauter and your balls are topping themselves up.

Gingerly, hesitantly, you slide the sponge in your hand under her butt and between her thighs. You make note of the warmth down there as you try to exert a satisfying level of pressure on the sponge while keeping your fingers from contacting her nethers. The sponge from the other Aphrodise bops you in the face as you withdraw from between Present’s thighs and you take the chance to switch targets. The alicorns switch positions, Present in front and Future between you, and the sponge drops from your hand as you turn your attentions to the booty of the future.

She titters in her uniquely Aphrodisey way as you squeeze as much soap out of the fresh sponge into your hands and begin spreading the lather, just as she spreads product into the tail of her past self. You press your hands deep into the soft tissue and move the cheeks around as you spread the suds. Aphrodise flexes her buttocks under your hands teasingly and you’re reminded of your straining boner and nuts. And then she spreads her legs too. Here we go again.

”Don’t be afraid Sebastian. This pussycat doesn’t bite.“ Aphrodise of the future says over her shoulder with a knowing wink.

Emboldened at her encouragement, and easy vulgarity, you press the sponge against her lower lips. Back and forth, as thoroughly as you dare to be. You withdraw the sponge after several repetitions and Aphrodise thankfully takes the hint to turn around and drop to her knees, followed by her past self. Even kneeling the Aphrodises are a tiny margin taller than you on your feet. You drop to your own knees with the sponge in your hand and begin the lathering of Future Aphrodise’s tits when she arches her back and pushes them out. You vaguely notice Aphrodise of the present move behind Future and begin rubbing shampoo through her mane before the boobs in front of you absorb all your attention.

This time around you attend to one breast at a time. Reaching behind you to grab the bottle of soap from the bench, you pump a liberal dollop onto the beginning of each breast before dropping the soap back into the bath and begin die massage der brust.

Aphrodise’s breast is amazingly soft. You resist the urge to squeeze it like a sponge to find out just how soft though. Your fingertips feel electrified with the intimate contact as you rub and massage the soap into her skin as thoroughly and yet as gently as you dare. You tease her nipple and areola with your soapy fingers, gently running it through your grip as if you’re milking a cow.

That comparison brings back the memory of the brown and white cow print vest, and the speedo inside it, that you discovered in the wardrobe yesterday. And the memory of the thought you entertained, of milking Aphrodise by hand like a farmer and their dairy cow, makes your erection twitch underwater. It can’t be ready and raring to go again already, can it? You confirm that, yes it can, when you shift your knees and feel your balls sway heavily and with primal need.

Aphrodise decides to flounce her other breast out more with a movement of her shoulders and you take the hint to switch targets. The next breast is every bit as pillowy soft as its twin. You repeat your ministrations, right down to the gentle milking motion on her nipple.

”I could fall asleep on a chest like this.“ You muse idly before you realise it.

”I have no doubt that you will.“ Aphrodise remarks conspiratorially. ”Now how about we see to the needs of my younger sister?“

”We were born on the same day.“ Present Aphrodise rebukes as she walks around Future on her knees and thrusts her own chest out at you.

”I’ve still got twelve hours on you.“ Future Aphrodise jeers as she begins shampooing Present’s mane.

Present just pouts and you take the opportunity to move in, grabbing the bottle of soap out of the water and squirting across both her breasts. You begin massaging the soap into her right breast, the electrifying feeling in your fingertips returning as you sink them into her skin.

”You can go deeper sweetie. I’m not made of glass.“

You can definitely attest to that. ”I’m just not comfortable with being rough with a woman.“ You say quietly.

But you still push your hands deeper into her breast and finish with the same milking motion you gave Future Aphrodise before moving to Present’s right breast. Press and massage, rinse and repeat. And try to ignore your boner’s cries for attention.

You finish by squeezing her nipple between your fingers and announce ”Done.“ Your dick begs to differ.

”Alright, rinsing time!“ Future cheerily announces as she lights up her horn. The stream from the shower head restarts and washes Present’s mane flat over her eyes. Future, having backed against the bath wall and away from the stream, just giggles at her past self.

Aphrodise of the present just pulls the hair out of her left eye and glowers at Future over her shoulder.

”And you can start with that sour look.“ Aphrodise of the future smirks as she stands up fully and steps into the shower stream.

Aphrodise of the present increases the flow with another spell from her own horn and stands up to join Future under the widened stream. ”I’m going to get you for all that.“ She promises.

”Oh, you’ll lighten up by tonight.“ Future Aphrodise says dismissively as she runs her fingers through her soaking mane. ”Just focus on having your fun then.“

You slink your way back to the bench and watch as the two mares wrestle for coverage under the shower, breasts meeting and squashing against each other in the struggle. Your eyes drift away from the bickering pair and fall onto the flagpole jutting out of your pelvis. Your penis is undeniably, indisputably longer than it was before you met Aphrodise by a significant margin. Prior to two days ago you didn’t have much of a reason to be proud of it but now you feel like you’re hung like a horse.

Or at least you would if you didn’t think Aphrodise’s one-and-a-half foot dildo might represent an average size for male ponies. That was something you never want to experience again. Even if it might have got you hot under the collar if you were an audience instead of a participant.

”Oh dear, is that our doing?“ One of the Aphrodises asks innocently.

Your eyes dart up just long enough to see both alicorns smirking behind their fingertips and follow their gaze back down to your furious erection.

”Well Sebastian, it seems we have established a few more effects my milk can have.“ Aphrodise of the present titters.

”Seems we have.“ You agree, cupping your similarly expanded balls.

Aphrodise of the future wades over to you and takes a seat to your right. ”I think you’ve got one more round left in you for this morning.“ She runs a finger from the base of your erection to the cherry up top. You involuntarily flex at the surprise contact. ”How about we try something a little different this time though?“

”How different?“ You ask cautiously. This goes against your better judgement but you’re not going to say no to another orgasm. And you’re definitely not going to say no to Aphrodise.

”Something like this.“ She says as she lies on her side and presents her butt, and thighs, to you.

”You’re hogging him again.“ Aphrodise of the present complains as she takes her seat on the bench on your left.

”Well did we ever agree that I wouldn’t?“ Future retorts, slapping her thigh and sending jiggles through it. She opens her legs just enough to demonstrate how squishy her thighs are with her fingers pressed into her skin.

”Come on Seb. They might not be as soft as my bosoms but we can still have some fun with these bad girls.“

She’s not so gently suggesting she give you a thighjob. Intercural might not be in your top three but it’s up there.

”Sure.“ You say hesitantly. ”That sounds like it could be fun.“ You have to admit that this mare, even when she’s lying prone and offering you some kinky fun, is never not, at least a little bit, intimidating.

”You’d better hurry then.“ She teases and rubs her legs together. ”It’s claim or be claimed now.“

So you do the claiming, getting to your knees and planting your hands on her hip and knee. You place your dick on her invitingly, velvety soft right inner thigh before Aphrodise clamps her legs together. Well she was right about the softness. Not at cleavage or buttock level but close. Very close indeed.

You start thrusting. The remaining water doesn’t do much in the way of lubrication so you’re just rubbing against your foreskin while you hump uncomfortably. Aphrodise, the one giving you some action, gives a small ”Hmmm“ before you feel something smooth and slick surround the contact between her thighs and your dick and your pistoning movements become much more comfortable and smooth.

”What the hell?“ You ask no one in particular as a sweet, sugary scent wafts up to your nose. It smells like salted caramel. ”Is that scented lube?“ You ask pointedly.

”Oh it’s not just scented,“ Aphrodise cheekily responds as she levitates a small bottle into view from outside of the bath, ”it’s edible too.“

Any response you would have had to that is cut off when another large pair of hands grip your hips and you feel another layer of skin make contact with your ass.

”As much as I like watching this cute little butt, I am not fond of being ignored.“ Aphrodise of the present declares from above you. Her boobs melt over your shoulders as she leans forward over you and your head is engulfed in her cleavage from the chin down. ”And I hope you weren’t expecting me to be content with just sitting back and watching the show this time.“

”So glad you could join us.“ Says Aphrodise of the future from down on the bench. ”Just don’t be too rough with Sebastian this time.“

”I make no promises.“ Present states simply as she starts humping. You can’t hope to keep up with her and it doesn’t seem like she’s going to let you try. She’s in control now, banging your hips against the thighs of Future with a wet ”Plap“, and giving you no quarter to slow down.

You’re slamming against these thick, cushiony thighs uncontrollably as the smell of salted caramel keeps rising from your dick. Is it making your mouth water? You might never look at a block of caramel chocolate the same way again after this.

”Oh, God.“ You groan as your balls start boiling in anticipation. ”’m gonna cum.“

”Remember rule number three, Sebastian.“ Aphrodise of the present says in a tone that brooks no argument. Her voice rumbles through not just your ears but through your neck and skull via your contact with her chest.

”Sure.“ Is all you can manage. You’re once again putting all your focus into delaying your imminent orgasm. And once again it’s an uphill battle.

You squeeze your eyes closed and put all your mental energies towards holding your cum. The slapping of your groin against Aphrodise’s thighs, the feel of Aphrodise’s hands and hips against your rear, the warmth and heaviness of her breasts around your neck and her stomach against your back combined with the torturous pleasure of your dick rapidly vanishing and returning between those thighs. The cumming is inevitable. If only you can stave it off against all these pleasurable foes.

A snap explodes next to your ear and you finally, explosively and gratefully erupt. The salty smell of cum enters your nostrils as you slump over the thick pair of thighs still trapping your penis. The hands on your hips are removed as you pant deeply and a hand starts stroking the back of your head.

”Did you really need to snap your fingers in his ear?“ One Aphrodise asks from behind you.

”Well I told you to be gentle with him.“ The other, running her fingers through your hair, retorts from above you.

You’re just to tired to care. You just lift yourself off Aphrodise’s thighs, pulling your still hard penis out from between them, and slump back against the wall of the bath. Aphrodise of the future pushes herself back upright and spreads her legs. A silvery, grey web of semen stretches between each thigh.

”Oh, what a mess.“ Future remarks as she scoops some cum up on her finger. She licks the glob up and rolls her eyes up in pleasure. ”Do you want some?“ She asks Aphrodise of the present, sitting on your opposite side.

”You expect me to lick up second hand ejaculate off your thighs?“

”You haven’t said no.“ Future Aphrodise retorts, her smug and cheeky grin contrasting Present’s unamused scowl. ”Think of it as another IOU.“ Future suggests as she spreads her knees wider.

Present Aphrodise makes a grumbly sound in her throat but rises off the bench and moves over in front of he future self. ”I’d better collect on that later then.“ She says as she kneels between Future’s knees.

”Yes. You had better.“ Future agrees as Present starts licking and sucking the goopy splatters off her inner thighs. Future starts murmuring in pleasure as Present gets more aggressive with her tongue.

You continue watching the two mares for a moment as Future Aphrodise lets her head back and her smile widens in pleasure. Well of course she’s enjoying herself. If anyone would know where she’s the most ticklish, she would.

You swipe a sponge out of the water as it floats past and start scrubbing under your arms again. The thighjob might have been short and sweet but it was still enough to get you sweating again. You move down between your legs and wipe the last traces of cum off your penis before slipping off the bench and wading under the shower head.

”Oh wow! I was waiting for this!“ One of the Aphrodises, most likely Future, yelps in surprise.

You quickly look back at the pair to see Present Aphrodise attacking Future’s vagina directly with her tongue. Future Aphrodise is flushed and panting like a dog as she’s licked out while her knees are over Present’s shoulders and is having her ass groped in conjunction with her oral assault. Future notices you through the haze of pleasure and her horn lights up for a second before the shower head rumbles to life again and drenches you.

You tilt your head back and let the stream wash your fringe out of your eyes before raising your arms to wash the soap out from your pits. Cleaned once again, you exit the shower stream and observe the scene on the other side of the bath.

Present Aphrodise’s tail is off to the side, bound in a glistening, green magic field. Several smaller fields are attacking her exposed sex and butthole while Future Aphrodise is manipulating her fingers on her right hand in a manner that seems connected to the magical probes around Present’s rear. She’s making pinching motions with her thumb and index finger while her remaining three digits make a tickling and probing motion.

Your eyes dart between Present’s butt and Future’s hand to confirm that, yes, she is fingerbanging her past self while she gets licked out by her. On any other day that sight would be mesmerising, but you’re so tapped out by your orgasms that you just find the image mildly interesting rather than arousing. You just trudge back over to the bench and retake your seat next to the two shagging mares.

”So you’ve had some practice doing this have you?“ You ask Aphrodise of the future as she pants and moans.

”Doing what...exactly?“ She asks back. Her eyes are lidded and her face is a vivid red with arousal.

You look up and down the pair of mares, joined at one pair of lips to another, and decide to be more general in your question. ”I mean the whole act of looping time and being your own partner is something you’ve got some experience in.“

”I suppose...it is.“ She says as she turns to face you. ”Why? What’s got you...so worried...sweetie?“

”Well, messing with time like this isn’t in any way dangerous is it?“ Not that you’d have any first hand experience with the matter, but twenty-odd years of being a sci-fi geek has impressed on you the general notion that screwing with the natural flow of time and causation inevitably leads to disaster.

”Only if...you let it be.“ Aphrodise gasps as her counterpart takes the moment to push her face deeper into her cooch. Future’s moans reach a crescendo in pitch as her climax finally reaches her.

”Sebastian,“ She moans as her breaths get even shorter and faster, ”kiss me.“

You quickly and obediently get onto your knees and put your arms around Aphrodise’s neck. You feel the heat on her breath before you press you lips against hers and she wraps her left arm around your back under your shoulders. Aphrodise’s tongue barges right through your conjoined lips and invades your mouth again. Your tongue is pinned down under hers as she writhes the muscle around, still moaning through her nose. With what leverage she allows you, you examine the texture on the bottom and sides of her tongue with your own. Aphrodise forces your tongue to the roof of your mouth and proceeds to probe along the underside of it with the tip of her own tongue.

The force of the suction on your lips suddenly spikes and Aphrodise’s orgasm rolls through her throat as she shudders before she goes limp in your embrace. Your lips part at last as Aphrodise breaks the kiss, a strand of saliva stretching between your lips.

”You are getting better at that.“ She says. The blush across her cheeks is still present and her breathing is still ragged but she is still enjoying her lingering orgasmsic high.

Aphrodise of the Present extracts her face from Future’s crotch with a suctioning sound. Her mouth is glistening with Future’s cooch juices. ”Glad you enjoyed that.“ She says as she retakes her seat. She levitates a facecloth into her hand and mops up the mess around her chin.

”Well you can’t say that you didn’t.“ Future Aphrodise replys with a conspirational wink. ”And you’ll get to enjoy it all over again tonight.“ You release your embrace around Future’s neck but she pulls you closer to her with her arm.

”One more before I take my leave.“ And with that, she plants her lips back on yours. You snake your right arm back around her shoulders and lean into the kiss. It’s short, sweet and over before you know it. But when your lips part again Aphrodise is looking into your eyes with a goofy smile. She looks genuinely happy being in such close proximity with you.

”I’m glad I was able to catch you before anypony else, Sebastian.“

And with those parting words, Aphrodise of the Future vanishes before your eyes leaving you alone with her still pouting counterpart of the present.