Little Sister Cozy Glow by PervAnon


                                            >"Anon, I have a big test tomorrow."

                                            "And?

                                            >"And? And I need my study seat, dummy!"

                                            "Sis, you know I'm always more than happy to help, but I had track practice half the day, and then mom wanted me to do yard work the rest of it."

                                            >"So? You're just gonna be sitting there being quiet. I don't need your legs."

                                            >Anon sighs, but finds himself in his little sister's room at her desk while she sits in his lap.

                                            >Her skirt conceals the fact that her frilly panties are pulled to the side and his dick is pulled up through his undone fly and firmly planted to the root in her tight cunny.

                                            >She does a little wiggle once in a while and hums, eyes never leaving her work as she jots down handy notes in neat, compact script upon the inside label of a water bottle.

                                            >when she finishes by carefully gluing the cheat sheet back around the bottle, she gives a satisfied smile and places her hands on the desk, ready to reward herself for a job well done.

                                            >Anon, who had just been about to nod of, jolts awake as his little sister starts bouncing on his cock, the fluids that had accumulated within her tight confines squirting out noisily as Anon grabs hold of her hips and keeps her steady.

                                            >She comes in less than a minute, and he follows quickly after.

                                            >They both pant for a while, her leaned back against him as sweat beads up on her forehead and has the front of her dress clinging to her small mounds.

                                            >Then she sits up and declares, "We're taking a shower now, then heading to bed."

                                            "Sure thing, Cozy."

                                            >"You're going to be the big spoon."

                                            "Of course."

                                            >"... But I'll give you a foot rub before we fall asleep since they're probably tired from track and stuff."

                                            "You're the best, sis."

                                            >"Of course I am. now hurry up and carry me to the bathroom. I hate being sweaty."

                                            "I gotcha."

                                            >"But stay inside me while we walk! I don't want to drip any of your stuff on my carpet. It stains."

                                            "Such a slave driver."

                                            >"I'll clean you off with my mouth if you do a good job."


                                            >Anon is preparing for a big race, and as much as he's been told he should just do his best and have fun, he knows there's more on the line.

                                            >There will be college scouts watching, and winning first here might just land him a big scholarship after graduation.

                                            >His future is potentially riding on this, and that's making him nervous.

                                            >He's in the bathroom, dressed in his running clothes, but wasting time staring at his reflection in the mirror, palms on the sink counter.

                                            >His parents are downstairs ready to give him a ride to the start of the race.

                                            >If they don't leave in the next fifteen minutes, they'll be late, and yet Anon can't bring himself to head on down as he takes deep, shuddering breathes.

                                            >He's trained so hard, but will it be enough?

                                            >He needs to get into a good college, and his family doesn't have enough money to pay his way in.

                                            >If he fucks this up, it'll be either lifelong debt for a chance at a good job, or flipping patties the rest of his life.

                                            >God, what the fuck is-

                                            "Seriously, Anon, you're still in here?" Cozy Glow demands as she swings the door open hard enough to thud off the wall.

                                            >She stands there in the doorway, hands on her hips, pink skirt billowed out dramatically as she pouts at him.

                                            >He blinks.

                                            "Ah, sorry, I was just thinking about the race, and... well, I'm pretty nervous."

                                            >She rolls her eyes and steps in, shutting the door behind her.

                                            >"You don't say. Still worrying about the scholarship, huh? You're the fastest guy on the track team, so stop being a drama king."

                                            >He frowns.

                                            "I could still trip, or cramp up, it's not like victory is in the bag.

                                            >She snorts.

                                            >"With how tense you are, you probably will mess up."

                                            "Gee, thanks for the confidence boost."

                                            >"You should be thankful, but not for that," she says as she grabs his wrist and maneuvers him onto the toilet seat.

                                            "What's that supposed to- hey!"

                                            >"You need to relax, big brother, and I'm going to help you do it."


                                            "What are you doing?!" Anon questions as the girl reaches into his pants to fish out his limp cock.

                                            >She stares up at him with a dry expression and quirked brow.

                                            >"Golly, I wonder. It's not like I'm on my knees and have your dick on my hand," she says snarkily. "I'm helping you relax, idiot."

                                            "But mom and dad are downstairs!"

                                            >"Then you better not make too much noise," she states simply, then engulfs half of his rapidly swelling member before he can respond.

                                            >the words turns into a hiss on his lips as she quickly begins bobbing her head, his hands coming to rest on her curls as her tongue works the underside of his shaft expertly.

                                            >He swells to his full length in seconds, his glans swabbing her tonsils as she continues to fellate half his cock.

                                            >But half is not enough anymore, and he signals this fact to his little sister by applying pressure to the back of her head.

                                            >She opens her eyes and glares up at him as if saying, 'What happened to the whole Mom and Mad are downstairs thing?'

                                            >To which he answers with an embarrassed smile and shrug.

                                            >She rolls her eyes, but lunges forward anyway, taking him into her gullet, far too skilled to choke.

                                            >He moans, then bites his lip to stifle himself as she keeps him firmly planted in her throat and starts humming for a few seconds, tongue flicking out to wet his scrotum as she performs what she knows is his favorite technique.

                                            >The vibrations from her vocal cords ripple through his diamond-hard cock flesh and have him biting his lip so hard that it starts to bleed.

                                            >Luckily she has to breath sometime, and pulls back, returning to a rhythmic bobbing, the perfect seal of her lips now traversing the entirety of his slick length.

                                            >A small, soft hand comes up and starts massaging his balls, showing a surprising amount of care from the normally very domineering mistress in the guise of an angel.

                                            >Anon is no match for such tender, attentive treatment from his beautiful sister, and quickly finds himself at his limit.


                                            >The throbbing of his dick in her mouth is all the warning he's able to give, not trusting his voice to remain quiet if he tries to speak, before he digs his fingers into silky blue hair and holds her to his groin.

                                            >Her cute button nose is buried in his neatly trimmed pubes, and he can feel the frustrated puffs of hot air as she's no doubt glaring up at him for the rough treatment, but he can't see it as he leans his head back, eyes closed, and unloads down her esophagus.

                                            >Not one to be caught on the back foot however, Cozy quickly starts swallowing, the muscles of her throat aiding to milk the cum out of his dick just as her hand does the same by gently squeezing his testicles as they pull up and empty their contents into her stomach.

                                            >It lasts for several seconds before his body relaxes and he slumps back against the seat, letting Cozy pull back and cough a little.

                                            >"Golly, warn a girl next time, won't you," she grumbles. "You better not have ruined my hair."

                                            "Sorry," he breathes. "That was just... amazing. Thank you."

                                            >"Well, you can pay me back my winning that race and getting into a good college," she says simply, standing and wiping her dress off, then using a piece of toilet paper to do the same to her mouth.

                                            >There's only a bit of saliva, same as Anon's softened member.

                                            >Cozy is too skilled to miss a drop.

                                            "I will," Anon says with a smile that's half loving and half post-orgasmic bliss.

                                            >"Good," she says. "Then you can get a good job, buy us a beautiful house, and treat me like your princess for the rest of our lives."

                                            >Anon blinks.

                                            "Um, what?"

                                            >"Did I stutter?" she asks, tapping her foot impatiently, hands back on her hips. "Now hurry up and get your butt downstairs and in the car. You're going to be late."

                                            "Ah, right."

                                            >Anon stands and puts his member away before heading out the door, his sister a step behind him.

                                            >As they descend the stairs, he hears a small burp from the girl, and he can't help but chuckle.

                                            >She really is the best, isn't she?


                                            >Anon is not in a good mood, and that is because his precious little sister isn't in one.

                                            >Her ballet class will be doing a rendition of Swan Lake for their next big show, and Cozy Glow impossibly, inconceivably isn't the lead.

                                            >It's outrageous Cozy proclaims, and Anon is in full agreement.

                                            >Sure she maybe might be only the second best dancer by a slim margin next to Scootaloo, but how does their instructor expect that tomboy to pull off a convincing Princess Odette?

                                            >Cozy Glow is both an excellent dancer AND cute as a button.

                                            >Plus she's the only one in their class without a flat as paper chest, sporting impressive A cup breasts that are the envy of her peers.

                                            >Yes, undoubtedly a great mistake has been made, and Anon is now walking with his sister to her ballet school to help correct it.

                                            He's not sure how he's going to do that, but Cozy assures him that his presence is necessary, so he's happy to be there for her.

                                            >As they enter the school, they pass by a studio room full of new students clumsily going through exercises, many gripping onto the barre for dear life as the assistant to the teacher overseers them with an encouraging smile.

                                            >Thorax, Anon thinks was his name.

                                            >Regardless, he barely pays them any mind as they head towards the instructor's office.

                                            >None of them are even remotely as beautiful and talented as his younger sister, after all, and are hardly worth the distraction.

                                            >They reach the door and Cozy quickly begins rapping her knuckles against the wood.

                                            >Several seconds later, and it swings open to reveal a tall, svelte woman with pale white skin that contrasts with her black business blazer and pencil skirt, long, straight green hair, and predatory emerald eyes currently glaring down at Cozy Glow with unabashed hostility.

                                            >"Of course it would be you interrupting me when I specifically told that oaf Thorax that I didn't want to be disturbed."

                                            >The woman's voice is tight as she absently tugs her wrinkled skirt down and smooths it out.


                                            >Cozy simply beams up at the older woman, hands clasped behind her back.

                                            >"Hiya, Miss Chrysalis, I hope I wasn't interrupting anything important, but I really need to talk to you."

                                            >The woman raises a brow.

                                            >"This wouldn't happen to be about the upcoming performance of Swan Lake, would it? Perhaps about the fact that Scootaloo will be playing the twin parts of Odette and Odile while you will not."

                                            >A scowl flashes across Cozy's face before quickly being replaced by a beauteous smile once more.

                                            >"Golly, Miss Chrysalis, how'd you know?" she answers, pouting cutely. "I'm just really worried for Scootaloo is all."

                                            >"I'm sure," Chrysalis says dryly. "She's the best dancer in your class by far. She's more than capable of giving an adequate, if not spectacular performance. And who's this, by the way?"

                                            >Anon sees his sister's hands clench tightly at that, but she keeps her frustration from her this time as Anon holds out his own hand.

                                            "Uh, hello, I'm Cozy Glow's older brother, Anonymous."

                                            >She doesn't take the hand as she asks, "And why are you here?"

                                            >"My parents couldn't give me a ride, so he walked me here," Cozy explains. "May we come in?"

                                            >Chrysalis rolls her eyes.

                                            >"I don't suppose you'll be leaving until you waste more of my time trying to convince me to replace Scootaloo with you. Come in so we can get this over with quickly."

                                            >She turns her back and walks to the the large ebony desk to sit while the siblings follow after her, Anon shutting the door behind him.

                                            >"So you're worried for Scootaloo, hm?" Chrysalis begins, hands steepled over her desk. "Do explain. I'd love to hear what you've come up with."

                                            >"Golly, it's just the role of Odette and Odile is such a demanding one, and you know how undisciplined Scootaloo is at the best of times. Natural talent can only go so far in learning all the routines in the coming months."

                                            >"I've already had a long discussion with the girl, and she knows half-hearted dedication will not be tolerated for the role."


                                            >"Oh? And how do you plan on helping her deal with the pressure?" Cozy asks with exaggerated curiosity, finger on her lower lip. "I guess you wouldn't know this on account of only being her instructor, but Scootaloo never talks about ballet when we're at school. As a matter of fact, I think she's embarrassed about it."

                                            >"Preposterous. Scootaloo loves ballet and is gifted at it. She should be proud to play the lead in Swan Lake."

                                            >"And yet, she hasn't even told her personal idol, Rainbow Dash about it," Cozy says casually as she slowly walks around the desk, eyes on the ceiling in thought. "Why, it was up to me to tell Dash. I even convinced her that it'd be a really nice surprise if she showed up and watched her number one fan on opening day. I'm sure Scootaloo will appreciate having someone she knows and looks up to cheering her on while she performs."

                                            >Anon winces at his sister's deviousness, somewhat glad not to be on the receiving end for once as the instructor clenches her jaw.

                                            >"I see..." she says lowly, eyes tracking the girl as she comes to stop next to her. "So is that your plan, then? Sabotage the show by ensuring a bout of stage fright from its lead?"

                                            >"Golly, that'd only be the case if Scootaloo was still the lead, though. If I were to play the part, you could expect nothing more than pure professionalism and dedication from me. By the way, what were you doing before we showed up? You seemed kind of flustered."

                                            >"That is none of your business- Hey!"

                                            >Just then Cozy burst into movement, opening one of the drawers of the desk and reaching in to grab something before dancing from the older woman's grasping hand.

                                            >"Whelp! Give that back this instant!" Chrysalis hisses, leaping from her seat and rushing after the girl.

                                            >Anon reflexively puts himself protectively between the pair as Cozy skips to his side, glaring at the flushed, and clearly pissed ballet instructor.


                                            >"Golly! Is this what I was interrupting?" Cozy asks with astonishment as she held up a medium sized, still glistening black dildo at the base between her index finger and thumb. "I guess you've been pretty lonely what with your lover off doing basic training. How is Pharynx, anyway? Does he write mommy dearest often?"

                                            >Chrysalis is now shaking in rage, teeth bared as she grits out, "I have no idea what you are implying, Glow, but I suggest you return my property and leave my office or else I'll-"

                                            >"Or else you'll what?" Cozy interrupts with a flat look. "Expel me? Golly, If you did that, though, I'd have to tell everyone what you do with your oldest son right here in this office."

                                            >"No one would believe-"

                                            >"The accusations would be enough to ruin you, and you know it," Cozy cuts off as she suddenly enters her innocent child routine, eyes big and shining as she clasps her hands together under her chin, ignoring the dildo in her grip. "Golly, I saw Miss Chrysalis and Mister Pharnyx wrestling in her office. It was really strange 'cause they weren't wearing any clothes, and she kept screaming, 'fuck your mommy!' and stuff about filling her room."

                                            >The act drops as she smiles condescendingly. "Parents aren't going to trust their children with a degenerate pervert like you. Really, if you didn't want to get caught, maybe you and Pharynx shouldn't have kept such a strict schedule of him coming in here and screwing you every day. If anything, maybe you wouldn't find the need to masturbate at those times like clockwork if you mixed it up a little more."

                                            >Anon can only dart his eyes between the enraged woman and his sister nervously.

                                            >He really hopes Chrysalis doesn't keep a loaded gun in her desk alongside her sex toy.

                                            >Chrysalis takes a deep breath, straightens her back, and looks coolly down her nose at her adversary.

                                            >"I suppose you do have a point there, little one, though you have made one miscalculation in your plan."


                                            >"Is that so?"

                                            >"Chrysalis smiles arrogantly.

                                            >"Indeed. You see, child, I come from a very old, very rich family, so-"

                                            >"You don't need this school," Cozy finishes as she examines the nails of her empty hand. "It's only a way to pass the time, and you can simply live comfortably on your family's wealth for the rest of your life."

                                            >Chrysalis scowls.

                                            >"If you are aware of that, then what's the point of all this?"

                                            >"Besides the fact that you wouldn't be running a ballet school if you didn't enjoy it, probably don't want to deal with moving somewhere and building a new identity, or that your eldest son's reputation is also on the line? Sure, I guess I could see you sacrificing all of that just to spite me, I'd be tempted to do the same in your position, but I'm not here to simply blackmail you. I'm also offering something."

                                            >"And that is?" Chrysalis asks with the barest hint of intrigue.

                                            >"A proper dick instead of this pathetic toy," she answers easily, lobbing the dildo up to the older woman who barely manages to catch it before it smacks her face.

                                            >Anon blinks a few times, until now perfectly content to merely listen to the barbed back and forth of the two ladies, before suddenly realizing he's no longer just a bystander in their contest of wit.

                                            "Ah, Sis, I'm sure I'm just being an idiot, but it kind of sounded like you just offered to have me... make love to your ballet instructor," he says carefully, getting Cozy to scoff.

                                            >"Of course I'm not suggesting that. You'll be screwing her brains out, not making love. That's only between us."

                                            >Chrysalis huffs a laugh, a smile on her lips as she points between the two siblings.

                                            >"Wait, are you really black mailing me over the fact that I have relations with my own son... while you're fucking your own brother? Are you serious right now?"

                                            >"Yes," Cozy answers simply. "And believe me, I'm making a generous offer right now. My brother is very well trained partner. Much better than that jarhead brute son of yours."


                                            >"I highly doubt that," Chrysalis says with a sniff and crossed arms. "And what's keeping me from outing the pair of you?"

                                            >"Nothing, really," Cozy answers. "That's the point, though. It's a sign of trust. Despite your poor casting choices, I do respect you, Miss Chrysalis, and I want to resolve this little... mistake nice and neatly. We can both benefit from this exchange."

                                            >She holds a hand to her chest.

                                            >"I'll be cast as the lead, and you-"

                                            >She brings a hand to Anon's groin, causing the young man to jolt.

                                            >"Get to enjoy the company of my brother and relieve an itch I'm sure you're growing desperate to scratch. Everybody wins."

                                            >"And if I say no?" Chrysalis questions.

                                            >"Mutually assured destruction," Cozy answers with a shrug. "But what's the point? It would be completely illogical."

                                            >"... How do you expect me to make a decision, when I don't even know what I'm getting?" Chrysalis finally asks, eyes moving to the sweating Anon. "Pharynx is quite the impressive specimen, you know. I won't settle for a subpar substitute."

                                            >Cozy, still keeping a steady gave on the older woman, gives his package one last squeeze of his traitorously swelling package before letting go and snapping her fingers.

                                            >"Anon, show the woman what she's buying."

                                            "W-what?"

                                            >"The pants, take them off."

                                            "Don't I get a say in this?"

                                            >"No" both ladies say at once, getting Anon's shoulders to fall.

                                            >The things he does for his sister.

                                            >With a sigh, he unbuttons his jeans and lowers the zipper, then, after a moment to steel his nerves, pulls both his pants and boxers down, letting his hardened member spring free.

                                            >As much as he wishes he was wholly annoyed with his sister, he can't deny that Chrysalis is hot, and perhaps he's more excited by the situation than he should be.

                                            >The pale skinned woman's eyes widen at the sight of his proudly standing soldier for just a moment before she schools her features.

                                            >"Hmm, at least he's above average, I suppose," she drawls, stepping closer.


                                            >With his pants midway around his thighs, he nearly trips as he takes an unconscious step back, only to be steadied by Cozy's hand on is bottom just as Chrysalis reaches out and palms the underside of his dick.

                                            >"Warm, with a good hardness," the woman seems to say to herself. "Nice vein distribution, no lateral bend, with a subtle upwards curve. He'll be... sufficient."

                                            >Cozy smiles smugly.

                                            >"He'll be more than that. He's mine, after all, and I'll only have the best. Really, you should be grateful I'm being so generous as to share."

                                            >Chrysalis rolls her eyes and steps back, resting her rump and hands on her desk after placing her toy down.

                                            >"I doubt you have the worldly experience to make such a statement, but it doesn't matter. We've wasted enough time with banter. My idiot son, Thorax, will be expecting me back soon to take charge of the first years, so come boy, impress me."

                                            >She leans back a little further and spreads her legs, her pencil skirt riding up as she does to expose a black pair of panties and pronounced cameltoe.

                                            >Cozy gives a shove forward and whispers, "Go get her, bro."

                                            >Anon stumbles forward awkwardly and comes to stand between her thighs.

                                            >He gulps, his eyes darting from between her piercing emerald ones and her nethers.

                                            "R-right, so, should we do some foreplay, maybe undress, and-"

                                            >"Normally, I would expect you to be on your knees servicing me for several minutes before I even considered rewarding you, but seeing as how time is short, and I'm still wet from when you interrupted earlier, I'll allow a change in etiquette just this once."

                                            >With that, she reached down and pulled her panties aside, revealing her glistening pussy lips to him.

                                            >He's a little stunned, not just by how fast everything is moving, but also just by how different Chrysalis looks down there than what he's used to.

                                            >This is the pussy of a mature woman who's already had a two children that he knows of as opposed to the pristine, smooth slit of his precious sister.


                                            >If he's honest, it's kind of off-putting, but he doesn't have time to reconsider before he feels a small body press into his back.

                                            >"Come on, Anon, what are you waiting for?" Cozy asks she reaches her arms around him, one hand running over his abs through his shirt while the other grabs hold of his cock by the base. "You aren't going to embarrass me in front of my instructor, are you?"

                                            "Sorry, it's jus- urk!"

                                            >His words are interrupted as she leans harder into him, pushing him forward a step so that his glans comes into contact with the warm folds of the woman under him.

                                            >Her soft hand is exciting him as much as the prospect of sex, and she takes advantage of this by rubbing his pre-dribbling tip up and down the woman's labia, earning a small moan from her as she becomes slick from both his and her own lubricant.

                                            >"She insulted me by giving Scootaloo the lead," Cozy is whispering harshly as she aligns his head with her tunnel. "She needs to be punished."

                                            >Chrysalis quirks a brow at the small girl.

                                            >"You're really insane, aren't you?"

                                            >That earns a scowl from Anon, and he reaches forward to grab hold of the woman's hips.

                                            >"Don't insult my sister," he growls, suddenly thrusting forward in tandem with Cozy's push against his back, sending him balls deep in one brutal motion.

                                            >Those bright green eyes fly open as Chrysalis is suddenly penetrated to her core, and before she can adjust, he's already pulling back for another thrust.

                                            >"Yes!" Cozy huffs excitedly, hugging Anon tightly as he begins to hammer away at her instructor. "Screw her brains out! Destroy her dried out pussy! Make the ugly crone forget all about that stupid son of hers. Show her you're the best!"

                                            >"Fuck!" Chrysalis nearly screams, biting her lip. "Slow down!"

                                            >"No!" Cozy hisses. "Faster! Ruin her for any other man! Then never again unless she begs! Own her!"

                                            >Her words have an effect on the young man, tightening his grip on the slim hips of Chrysalis and raising them up to adjust his angle.


                                            >Now jackhammering into her, Chrysalis can't hold back the moan, head lolling back and her kitten heels skittering across the floor in an attempt to find purchase.

                                            >She somehow manages to regain some control over her senses and attempts to reach down and press a hand against Anon's stomach.

                                            >"I s-said s-slow down!" she yelps out, earning an annoyed grunt from Anon and an angry growl from his sister.

                                            >Cozy grabs hold of the woman's wrist and steps around her brother, dragging the impeding palm away and pulling it with her as she moves to her instructor's side.

                                            >"Stop it!" she all but hisses in the older woman's face, glaring with narrowed eyes into the wide ones of Chrysalis. "And take your pounding like a good dog! Anon is your master now, and you're going to please him!"

                                            >"Little psycho-oooh fuck~!"

                                            >Anon is digging his nails into her now as he starts yanking her back into his thrusts, Chrysalis running the fingers of one hand through her hair as she's flat on her back, her other hand now gripping Cozy's.

                                            "I-I'm gonna cum!" Anon grits out, sweat pouring down his face and soaking his shirt. "W-where-?"

                                            >"Inside!" Chrysalis howls, lifting her head up to look down at him. "Give it to me! Fucking fill me up!"

                                            >Anon is about to comply, seeing as how the woman's legs have just come up to lock around his hips and hold him flush against her pelvis as his cock began to throb in her snug confines, but Cozy suddenly yanks her hand free and rushes towards him.

                                            >"No!" Cozy screeches, grabbing hold of her instructor's leg and yanking on it with all her might. "Pull out! That's mine! It's only for me!"

                                            >With surprising strength, the small girl manages to break the leg lock as Anon felt his seed begin to boil through his shaft, and he pulls out just in time to spray a thick rope of pearly white cum up the front of Chrysalis' black uniform.


                                            >The rest is quickly swallowed down by his little sister who spins him around and seals her lips around his glans just in time to catch the next pulse, completely uncaring of the other woman's juices on his member.

                                            >She hums in satisfaction as her mouth is filled with the flavor of her brother's prodigious load, making sure to get it all as she sucks every drop from his urethra even after he's stopped cumming.

                                            >When she's done, she pulls off of him with a pop and looks over at the fuck-drunk Chrysalis who's staring at them with bleary eyes, having just finished off with her fingers what had been her third orgasm.

                                            >"That's hot," she states simply.

                                            >Cozy smirks.

                                            >"I told you he's the best. He's got plenty of speed and stamina from being a track star."

                                            >Her eyes land on the streak of white contrasting with the woman's thoroughly rumpled clothes and her expression sobers.

                                            >"Don't you ever try to take my brother's seed again, or else."

                                            >Anon actually shivers at how cold his sister's voice is with that warning, but doesn't comment as he's too busy trying to catch his breath and remain standing on jello legs.

                                            >"My apologies," is the blasé response. "You didn't mention it in the initial negotiations, though."

                                            >"Well, I'm mentioning it now," she snaps back, hugging Anon's side possessively. "I'm the only one who gets Anon's cum."

                                            >"Noted."

                                            >"So, I take it I'm the lead now?" Cozy says after a moment.

                                            >Chrysalis appears as if to think it over.

                                            >"It's not entirely uncommon for the roles of Odette and Odile to be split between two. I'm sure that we can find matching wigs for both you and Scootaloo."

                                            >"That wasn't the deal!"

                                            >"Well, I had entered said deal with the impression that I'd be enjoying a nice creampie," Chrysalis retorts haughtily. "So it seems we'll both be left unsatisfied."


                                            >Cozy growls under her breath.

                                            >"What do you want?"

                                            >"Your brother will be coming by the same time five times a week until opening night to satisfy me."

                                            >"Two times! He still needs to satisfy me too, you know."

                                            >"Four. Final offer."

                                            "Um, don't I get a-"

                                            >"No!" both ladies snap.

                                            >"Three with four visits every other week. That's MY final offer."

                                            >Chrysalis thinks it over, then nods.

                                            >Acceptable, but he better be prepared to put in the work. I was pent up this time and had been in the middle masturbating already. I still expect a minimum of three orgasms per session from here on out."

                                            >"Don't you worry, he'll more than deliver," Cozy says smugly. "He's the best, after all."

                                            "Um, am I a man whore, now?"

                                            >"No, you're the best big brother ever... Thanks for doing this for me, Anon."

                                            "You know I'd go to the moon for you, sis."

                                            >"I think I'm going to be sick. Will you two get out of my office, and tell Thorax to bring me a change of clothes on the way out."

                                            >"Sure thing, Miss Chrysalis! See you Monday for rehearsal!"

                                            >Thus the pair of siblings made their way home, ignoring the confused looks of the ballet students and crimson face of Thorax as they delivered his mother's message on the way out.