Hanging his head, Thunderlane loped down the bustling street. The day he’d arrived in Manehattan had been a very mixed bag - one that left him in a questioning haze. He managed to get laid for the first time in years, meeting a sultry little minx, named Stunner, he’d ended up spending the night with; ordinarily speaking, this wouldn’t have been a bad thing in the slightest, but there was a problem - Stunner had been a femcolt.

Truth be told, the sex he’d had with Stunner was phenominal. They’d gone at one another late into the night, doing it in all manner of wild positions both in his hotel room and the bathroom, yet their fun had eventually come to an end. After showering and going to bed, fully expectant on finding the sinful little stallion beside himself in the morning, he’d awoken to discover his guest had disappeared.

As he nearly stumbled into a parked taxi carriage, he shook his head to clear his thoughts. He’d never really considered himself gay, but he couldn’t deny what he’d done the evening prior. Not only had he fucked a stallion, he’d loved every sinful minute of it - to make matters worse, merely thinking about the hookup was enough to cause his stallionhood to slip from its sheath. Lifting his gaze and glancing over at a pair of street signs, realizing he was close to his destination, he hung a left turn and continued on his stroll.

With any luck, he wouldn’t be in too much hot water for not showing up on time - then again, his little brother tended to have a pretty laid back approach to almost everything. As he thought about his sibling, how much the little colt had grown over the years, a smile graced his lips. If Hoity Toity let him, he’d take Rumble out for lunch so they could catch up and chat.

Peering down the street, seeing his destination, he increased his pace. Yeah, a visit with his little brother would be just the thing to help clear his head and brighten his day. Though they exchanged letters once or twice a month, it felt like it had been forever since he’d actually seen his sibling. Musing on if his brother had managed to find a marefriend in the big city, he suppressed a giggle and cantered to a halt at the boutique’s door.

As he saw himself inside, a bell on the door softly jingling above him, his eyes crept across the shop’s interior. The place was well lit and extremely tidy, with mannequins displaying outfits and racks of fancy-looking garments, yet he didn’t see anypony inside. Curious and a bit perplexed, noting the vacant checkout counter, he cleared his throat.

“Hello?” he called out, remaining motionless and listening for any signs of life.

Moments before he spoke a second time, he heard something odd. A faint noise drifted from the very back of the boutique, creeping past an empty doorway leading to what he presumed was an employee only area. Hoping not to make a scene, yet concerned that something may be wrong, he cautiously navigated past the displays and closer to the source of the strange sound.

The second he poked his head into the back, he went rigid. With her forehooves resting on a drafting table, adorned in a corset and jewelry, an arctic blue mare was getting railed out by a well-built, slate grey earth pony. Stunned by the discovery, unsure of how to react, he stared at the pair and made a startling discovery; he hadn’t stumbled on a mare and stallion in the throes of passion - no, he’d happened upon two stallions.

Their lips locked, hotly making out, the duo went at one another like a pair of lovers. Thunder recognized the larger of the two, having seen pictures of Hoity, but he hadn’t the foggiest clue who the lithe femcolt was. Watching the large earth pony’s impressive endowment sliding in and out of the unicorn’s backside, reminiscing on how he’d been doing something very similar the day before, he was unable to stop his growing excitement.

“Would you like to join us?” Hoity smoothly inquired, rearing back and causing his guest to start. “I assure you, her mouth is exquisitely well trained.”

“I…I should - Um -” Thunder sputtered, his cheeks going a brilliant crimson.

In one of the rarer moments in his life, he didn’t know what to do. Standing as a silent spectator to the pair didn’t feel right, nor did spontaneously flinging himself into a very homoerotic situation, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enticed. Shifting in place, nearly forcing himself to take a step back, he bashfully rubbed the back of his neck.

“I…I should…” he gulped, only then aware that the unicorn was eyeing his steadily growing erection, “I should go.”

Slowing to a very relaxed pace, yet continuing to rut the slender femcolt, Hoity reached up and lowered his shades. “I’d rather you not - after all, Rumble has been looking forward to seeing you.”

“You’re Thunderlane?” the marish stallion gasped, bringing his focus to the pegasus’ face. “Oh wow, you really are handsome.”

“Forgive her,” Hoity sighed, giving her backside a playful smack, “she’s a bit excitable. Dearest, introduce yourself.”

Rocking forward with every thrust, his meager stallionhood leaking precum beneath him, the unicorn held a hand to his chest. “I’m - Nnnph - I’m Sassy Saddles.”

Thunder would have offered to shake a hoof, had the femcolt not been getting rutted, but he held his ground. “So - um - is Rumble around?”

“Oh I’m sure he is,” the couture snickered, giving a particularly hard thrust that caused his lover to whorishly groan.

Peeking out from behind the curtained doorway leading upstairs, Rumble swallowed hard. He’d been watching since his brother entered the shop, and the first phases of the trap had been set. Before Thunder had gotten up that morning, he’d slipped out of the hotel room and scampered back to the boutique as fast as he could - not because he necessarily wanted to leave, but because there were preparations to be made. Subconsciously pawing at the collar around his neck, his thoughts began to race.

Hoity Toity, the very stallion who’d shown him the joys of being a crossdressing, effeminate femcolt, had decided it was time to move on. The designer was a stud of renown, but his passion was training svelte little bottoms on how to properly seduce and bag a lover. With his next protege scheduled to arrive in less than three months, and since Rumble’s fondness for his brother had done nothing but flourish, he’d made a shocking suggestion - instead of continuing their lives as siblings, perhaps the pegasi could move forward as mates.

Rumble was initially taken off guard by the proposal, initially rejecting it, yet he grew increasingly fond of the idea. Thunder was kindhearted, attractive, had made a name for himself, and was an absolute titan of a stallion; there weren’t many ponies who held such a dizzying array of amazing qualities, but could he really transition the stud from brother to Daddy? It wasn’t until his sibling had written to him, mentioning wanting to visit, did he finally decide he was going to do it - he was going to seduce the big lug.

The first step of his scheme was getting frisky with Thunder, having disguised himself as a mare to break his sibling’s heterosexuality. Being dicked down by his brother was simultaneously one of the easiest and most enjoyable things he’d ever done, rivaling or exceeding the bliss Hoity afforded on a regular basis, yet that was only the beginning. Now that the mohawked stud was in the stop, the most difficult portion of the plan had yet to unfurl.

As soon as he’d gotten back to the boutique, knowing his brother would be coming by sooner rather than later, he’d gotten himself ready. A thorough shower had come first, cleaning himself both inside and out, but that’s when things got tricky. Unsure of exactly where his sibling’s preferences lie, he’d had to guess on what accouterments to wear - fortunately for him, he had an excellent tutor.

Under Hoity’s direction, he’d selected a leather choker and leggings, all in a vibrant pink, as well as some lipstick, mascara, and a touch of blush. By the time he was done up, even without anything to conceal his relatively diminutive package, he could easily pass for a mare. Lingering just out of site, dolled up and as ready as he’d ever be, he steeled his resolve and stepped past the curtain.

“I’m right here,” he sighed, his sultry voice drawing the buff pegasus’ eyes over to himself, “Daddy.”

Thunder’s jaw nearly hit the floor, his stallionhood reflexively twitched, and his heart leapt into his throat, as he stared over at the drop-dead gorgeous pony. It took him a second to fully comprehend what he was looking at, recognizing the voice and the figure, but a part of him refused to believe his eyes. Somehow, in spite of spending years around the little stallion, it took him a second to realize he was looking at his very own brother.

“Rumble?!” he croaked.

Giggling, the femcolt coyly held a hoof over his muzzle and drew nearer. “Surprised to see me, Daddy?”

“I…I…” his voice trailed off, looking between his sibling and the couture. “Wait wait wait, you’re Stunner?”

“Something the matter?” Hoity inquired, still lazily pounding Sassy’s ass. “Perhaps you’d like a seat to gather your thoughts.”

The designer and his horned protege shared a knowing look, before the unicorn’s horn went alight. In the blink of an eye, Sassy levitated and moved a chair behind the stunned stallion, setting him off balance and causing him to fall back into the cushioned seat. The entire affair was like a chess match, though Thunder was at a disadvantage; being outnumbered three to one, with the trio having conspired against him, he never stood a chance.

Right on cue, Rumble sauntered over, swaying his hips back and forth, and stopped before his brother. “You look surprised…”

“Darn right I’m surprised,” Thunder blurted, gazing down at his sibling.

Had he not known better, he could have sworn he was looking at an adorable little mare. The rough and tumble brother he’d grown up with was all but gone, replaced by a curvy, graceful, and frighteningly attractive pony - heck, Rumble even sounded more feminine. Unsure of what to say or do, feeling like a fly trapped in a web, he watched the little pegasus reach out and delicately caress his stallionhood.

“Surprised you bred a femcolt last night, or surprised that you bred me?” Rumble giggled, his mouth starting to water.

“B…both,” Thunder stammered, “everything!”

“Ahem -” Hoity coughed, drawing everypony’s attention, “perhaps I can explain. You see, Thunder, you’ve been confused; you don’t have a little brother - no, not by any means, you have a sister. She’s always had certain predilections; I simply refined and elevated to their natural, beautiful state ~ isn’t that right, Rumble?”

“Mmmhmm,” the femcolt hummed, licking his chops.

Staring at the imposing stallionhood, fondly recalling how it had felt inside of him, he inched between the Wonderbolt’s thighs, reared onto his hind legs, and kissed the tip of his brother’s length. Stars above, he could still taste the stud’s seed, smell the heady musk, and practically feel the cum lingering deep in his bowels. Hoity was a fine top, one of the best around, but Thunder - Thunder was something special.

Thunder shuddered, the warm embrace of the young pegasus’ mouth sending a wave of pleasure through him. “F…fuck.”

“As I was saying, fair Rumble’s time with me is at an end - as such, I feel like you’re the best candidate to tend to her needs,” Hoity continued, the unicorn beneath him bucking back against him.

“N…needs?” the Wonderbolt parroted, somewhat reluctantly tearing his eyes off the impromptu blowjob he was receiving.

The couture nodded over at his guest, leaning in and pressing his chest against Sassy’s back. “Little Rumble has gone on and on about how much she cares about you, how much she longs to devote her body to you, and she pines to tend to your every stallionly need. I’m aware that you may not have given much consideration to femcolts before, few stallions do, but I can assure you that they’re superior to a mare in every conceivable way.”

Feeling the pair of warm, pouting lips creeping down his shaft, sensing the head of his cock slip into the snug confines of the colt’s throat, Thunder stifled a blissful whimper. He’d been with a few mares in his day, including a number of one-night stands after shows, but there hadn’t been a single one who had the oral skills Rumble had. Staring into his brother’s - no, sister’s eyes, watching her pull back and smear lipstick over his shaft, something clicked.

There was no possible way Rumble would be forced to do anything, let alone something as taboo as fooling around with his own family, which meant one thing - Rumble genuinely wanted to please him. Maybe his sibling had hidden his fantasies from him, or perhaps he’d simply been ignorant - in either case, the truth was laid bare. He really didn’t have a younger brother, he’d had a little sister beside him all along. Reaching down, he gently caressed the young pony’s cheek.

“Is that true?” he breathed, his voice no fainter than a whisper. “Do you really want to be with me like this?”

Rumble hadn’t anticipated the heartfelt question, presuming the beefy stallion would cave to his baser urges to claim him, so he paused. Pulling away, clearing his gullet of the downright godly cock, he softly cleared his throat. It was funny - he hadn’t hesitated to suck his sibling off, yet the prospect of confessing his feelings brought butterflies to his stomach. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he slowly exhaled and locked eyes with his brother.

“It is,” he quietly replied. “I…I’ve always thought you were attractive, but it wasn’t until I met Hoity that I learned to fully appreciate it - appreciate you. I…I just,” the voice hitched in his throat, as he averted his gaze. “I just don’t ever want to lose you. I love you, Thunder.”

The spontaneous admission was as surprising to him as anypony else, plucking at his heartstrings. Though he’d thought fondly of his brother for years, it was only then that he truly understood what he had - what he risked losing one day. The sex with Thunder was amazing, and he felt sure it would only get better with time, but he wanted to make sure the big lug was happy - truly happy and well cared for for the rest of his days.

Thunder’s heart skipped a beat, hearing the confession. While he still wasn’t sure how to feel about being duped into screwing a femcolt, he couldn’t stand to see Rumble in such a forlorn state. Extending his wings and gently pushing his sister away, he eased himself to the floor, squared his shoulders, and pulled the little pegasus into a hug.

“Rumble,” he sighed, sweetly patting the small pony’s back, “if this is what you want, what will make you happy, I’ll do everything I can for you.” Stepping back only slightly, he bashfully smiled. “I can’t really say I know much about this kind of thing, but I’ll - Ooomph!”

He wasn’t able to finish, tackled to the floor by a blur of pink and grey. It took him a moment to realize he was on his back, and another second more to comprehend Rumble had tackled him, but it was too late. Grabbing his cheeks, turning his face forward, the svelte femcolt dipped his head and locked lips with him. His wings flicked out in excitement, and his thoughts raced, before he closed his eyes, accepted his fate, and passionately kissed her.

Practically swooning, Rumble pressed his tongue past his brother’s thick, soft lips. His time with Hoity had been absolutely amazing, showing him a side of himself he’d suppressed for far, far too long, yet it had lacked an element he hadn’t known he’d needed - passion. His emotional connection with Thunder, the kiss, and the acceptance of who he was worked in concert, bringing him a joy like he’d never known.

“Daddy,” he sighed, pulling away and burying his face in the stud’s powerful neck, “you don’t know what this means to me.”

“I think I do,” Thunder chuckled, keenly aware of the rigid, diminutive colthood pressed against his belly. “I just didn’t -”

“Aaaaaaahn,” a slatternly cry cut through the air, bringing the sibling’s attention to the side.

Her legs quaking and threatening to give out, Sassy climaxed from the designer’s rutting. A weak dribble of cream dripped and sputtered from her slender length, painting the floor, as she bit her lower lip. Unbeknownst to one another, watching the lithe unicorn peak, Thunder and Rumble silently pined to reenact the scene themselves.

“My apologies,” Hoity tutted, slowing only marginally, “she’s a bit of a romantic. Please, if you two would like to consummate your newly confessed feelings for one another, by all means, feel free to join us.”

Hearing the proposition, the siblings looked to one another. There were a million places they could have gone, dozens of things they could have done, but something about that magical moment resonated with them. In less than a day, the pair had had a number of revelations, and they were led to a single, ineffable conclusion - they belonged together.

Driven by the roaring inferno of his passion, Rumble was the first to act. He couldn’t care less that they were in a studio, nor was he concerned that he and his brother weren’t alone; his only concern was that he give himself to his lover, right then and there. Hopping up and onto a low-sitting drafting table, he rolled onto his back and shuffled to the very edge of the wooden surface.

“Daddy,” he pleaded, drawing his forehooves down his hind legs, “I need you…”

Thunder had seen all manner of things in his day, from groupies flinging panties at him to some extremely wild shows at bars, but the sight of his sister struck him like a gong. The memories of how staggering the sex with her was mingled with his love for her, transcending his lust into something all the more powerful. He didn’t want to claim her - he needed to claim her.

Scrambling to his hooves, he all but flung himself upon her. His forehooves slammed to either side of her willowy chest, the broad tip of his cock kissed her winking, slickened hole, and his breath steamed the air, as he braced his hind legs and got into position - unfortunately for them both, it wasn’t meant to be. The light yet unmistakable sound of a clearing throat caught his ear, and he begrudgingly glanced over at his host.

Still lazily fucking the whimpering unicorn, Hoity lifted a hoof. “Slowly,” he instructed. “There is a time and a place for asserting one’s self, but you should both savor it. Let her appreciate how wonderful you are, while you cherish how fabulous and submissive she is.”

“I…I really wouldn’t mind if you take it slow -” Rumble added, blushing beneath the titan, “at least at first…”

“Oh I think I can do that,” Thunder rumbled, angling his hips and playfully grinding his length over her small package.

Rumble stared down his chest at the behemoth, seeing the tip come nearly to the bottom of his rib-cage. He absolutely adored getting plowed in any position, but there was something undeniably chanting of being on his back, leads spread for a stallion. Something about being able to look up at his lover, watching their chest heave above him, made him tingle all over.

As he reached out with his lower legs, resting his fetlocks on his brother’s robust hips, he smiled. “Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead,” the Wonderbolt replied, grinning.

“You don’t - um -” Rumble faltered, fidgeting in place. “You don’t mind if I call you Daddy ~ do you?”

The colossal pegasus grinned from ear to ear, bringing his snout to within a hair’s breadth of the femcolt’s face. “Of course I don’t, Babe.”

Unable to think of a reply, Rumble’s eyes widened ever so slightly. Even though he’d been under Hoity, figuratively and occasionally literally speaking, for months, he’d yet to earn a moniker - sure, the couture referred to him in the female sense, but he didn’t have a pet name. Staring into his Daddy’s eyes, feeling a magical connection forming, he slowly nodded.

“In that case, Babe,” Thunder purred, rolling his hips back and bringing his cock-head to his sister’s winking hole, “let’s get started…”

With but the slightest bit of force, he popped into the femcolt’s warm, snug confines. Just as incredible as the night before, he hummed in satisfaction. Related or not, Rumble had the best ass he’d ever had the joy of experiencing. Bracing his hind legs, forcing himself not to dive in at full force, he did as Hoity instructed and gradually delved deeper and deeper.

Pushing himself up slightly, he lowered his head. His eyes drank in the femcolt’s alluring features, from the flushing face to slender waist, until they settled on his intrusion. Watching his length slip into his comparably diminutive lover, his dark shaft contrasted against the stuffed light-grey hole, chipped away at his self-control - still, he kept his unhurried pace. He’d be willing to wait until he was fully hilted before dialing up the intensity, if only to let his sister warm up a bit.

Staring down at his flat little belly, Rumble watched the imprint of his brother’s stallionhood creep into his abdomen. The indescribable sensation of being filled by something so big was accented by being able to see the thing buried in him, heightening his arousal to an unfathomable level. Flexing his legs, drawing the stud deeper, his eagerness reached a fevered pitch. As much as he appreciated Thunder taking his time, he wanted nothing more than to be pinned down and roughly fucked raw.

“Sweet Celestia -” he groaned, his colthood drooling pre-cum over the clearly visible bulge in his stomach, “you’re so big.”

“And you almost have all of it,” Thunder cooed, grinding his girthy medial ring against her hole. “Just gotta…”

As he spoke, his hips steadily pressed harder. It was painfully obvious that Rumble had plenty of experience taking dick, but the small pony hadn’t likely dealt with many stallions his size; even compared to Hoity, who seemed pretty well-hung himself, he was on the larger side. With a determined grunt, growing impatient to begin, he gave a fierce thrust and hilted himself.

The second he fully sheathed his length, Rumble howled out. For a fleeting moment, Thunder thought he’d hurt her, but then realization settled over him. Her pucker spasming fitfully, quivering and writhing beneath him, the femcolt painted herself with jizz. Somehow, in spite of having just begun, he’d managed to quite literally fuck the cum out of her; it was quite possibly the hottest thing he’d ever seen, and it dealt a crippling blow to his restraint.

Fighting through his rapture, Rumble looked into Thunder’s eyes, drew a breath, and clenched his ass. He could have just laid there, as many bottoms would have, but he was better than that; though he may be the one getting plowed, he wasn’t one to take an inactive roll. With a deep, throaty moan, gyrating his hips all the while, he winked up at the towering stud.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” he silently mouthed, given an unspoken voice to his desires.

The titan pulled back and plunged into a second time, then a third and a fourth, until he was being plowed in earnest. The overwhelming sensations were everything he could have ever wished for from a lover, but the view of his new Daddy’s adonic features, powerful chest, and smug grin were what sank the nail in his coffin. In that moment, softly mewling and milking the shaft pistoning into him, he knew he’d found a lover of renown.

Seeing his sister’s tiny, softening prick oozing cum, finding the sight far hotter than it had any right to be, Thunder shifted his focus to her face. “You’re so - Unf - fucking hot.”

“I…I’m - Oh buck!” she croaked, arching her back. “I’m all yours, Daddy!”

Be Be darned if Thunder could explain why, but he’d never been more turned on in his entire life. Some mystical combination of the taboo, embracing a side of himself he didn’t know he had, and discovering several kinks he’d never considered before nearly drove him into a frenzy. Dipping his hips and altering his thrusts, he directly accosted her sensitive p-spot. If he was going to become her Daddy, he’d need to properly assert himself.

Propping himself on one foreleg, he reached to his hip, grabbed Rumble’s fetlock, and wrenched her hind leg to the side of her head - quickly following suit with her other lower limb. While there was nothing wrong with good ‘ol missionary, nothing quite beat a mating press to show somepony who’s boss. With the femcolt pinned beneath him, totally immobilized, he dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers.

There were a thousand and one things Rumble would have said, sinful promises to confess to his Daddy, yet all he could do was moan into the stud’s - his stud’s mouth. Thunder was a mountain of a stallion, far larger and more heavily built than most, and he absolutely loved the position he’d been forced into. With the colossus’ tongue jammed into his muzzle, he constricted his pucker with every backstroke.

He’d always been small compared to others his age, but Thunder utterly dwarfed him in every conceivable way. His brother was a paragon of masculinity, being remarkably robust and well-built for a pegasus, and every part of him deserved to be worshiped. With the stud’s breath hot on his face, practically smelling the giant’s lust, his passion soared. This was where he belonged, being subjugated by somepony exponentially superior than himself, and his refractory period all but disappeared because of it.

Slipping his head to the femcolt’s ear, Thunder’s domineering side crept to the fore. “You like that?” he murmured, taking a moment to flex his stallionhood. “I bet you’ve always wanted me to bend you over and breed that fat little ass of yours…”

“D…Daddy!” Rumble brayed, burying his face in the stallion’s shoulder. “Breed me, Daddy - breed me, please!”

Thunder had every intention of giving her what she wanted, but he wasn’t about to offer it freely. Despite what Hoity had done with her, he was going to claim her as his own, make her the perfect little mare to serve him morning, noon, and night. They already shared a roof, their parents had moved nearly three years prior, and they could easily share a bed - all in all, it was a match made in heaven.

The thought of coming home to her after a long day, finding her in the kitchen, all dolled up and wearing an apron, pushed him past the threshold. It didn’t matter if she wasn’t a mare, not as long as she was willing to keep him happy while being an adorable piece of eye candy. Subconsciously pulling out the stops, nearly plowing her through the table, he set his jaw and fought against his inevitable release.

Barely able to think, lost to his bliss, the sensation of Thunder’s flaring, throbbing cock shook Rumble from his thoughts. His old life felt like a distant memory, he finally found the perfect stud to look after him, and he took genuine joy from who he’d become - nevertheless, there was one thing he had to do. Forcing himself to focus, he threw his head back and gave voice to her thanks.

“I love you,” he howled, teetering on the brink of yet another climax. “I love you so much, Daddy.”

The admission did Thunder in, erasing his composure and casting him into a fathomless sea of ecstasy. As pint after seething pint of rich, virile essence coursed through his wildly pulsing shaft, painting his nubile lover’s depths, he bit down on the femcolt’s collar and cemented his position as her breeding stud. His balls churned, emptying into his braying sister, while he was overcome with rapture.

Rumble had experienced many orgasms in his life, yet the climax which wracked him was different - an order of magnitude more powerful and profound than those before. If he had to choose one word to describe the event, he’d call it cathartic. Like the final piece of a puzzle slipping into place, finding his niche in the world, he was made complete. Though every ounce of cum had been fucked out of his svelte body, the ecstasy which washed over him robbed him of his consciousness.

The last thing he remembered was blurrily looking up to Thunder’s handsome face, the pressure mounting in his abdomen, and the thought of a bright future for him. He couldn’t speak for his brother, but he had everything in his power to be the perfect mate. In everything but sex alone, he swore to himself that he’d be the perfect little housewife for his stud. With a weary, overjoyed smile on his face, he slipped into the warmth of oblivion and blacked out.

Sweat coated Thunder’s body, his chest heaved, and his coat steamed the air around him, as he gazed down at the slumbering femcolt. As impossible as it may have seemed, even though Rumble had been all along, the sex had been even better than the night before. Seeing the contented, exhausted look on her slumbering face, keenly aware that her cum-swollen belly’s gravid appearance, he smirked.

He’d only just discovered how much she truly cared for him, and he already had a number of ideas to do once they got home. If he played his cards right, with a bit of help from Hoity, there was a very real chance that nopony would even recognize her as his sibling. So long as he could cook up a relatively plausible backstory, he wouldn’t be coming back from Manehattan with his brother - no, he’d be coming back with his marefriend. With a sunny outlook ahead of them, somehow knowing things would work out for the best, he leaned in and kissed her cheek…

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