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Chapter 12

Compared to the facilities they had established for the mountain lodge outbreak, the mobile and temporary facilities at Silver Mountain were almost a town unto themselves. They had taken over an abandoned strip mall on the edge of town and completely filled the parking lot and empty field behind it. Along with the CDC staff now in residence, the governor had mobilized the National Guard for securing the quarantine around the town and campus of Silver Mountain Spring. The surrounding towns were full of reporters from around the world, waiting on the next bit of info to be released about the situation.

Dr Will Graham and Dr Helen Madsen were seated in what used to be a dry cleaners. They had established this as their operations center. Some temporary partition walls had been erected in the empty space to create offices. The two researchers were in what passed for Dr Graham's office.

“You know, I joked about ending up in a situation like this when I first joined the CDC." Helen reached for her cup of coffee. “Well, not the horse-bits part, but being in an outbreak situation right out of a movie."

“Good, then I can blame this all on you poking Murphy all those years ago." Will sighed before sipping his own coffee.

“Has Major Thomas had any more reports of people trying to break the quarantine?"

“A few, which is to be expected. Though apparently just seeing a guardsman with a M-4 is enough to convince them to turn around."

Helen slowly lowered her coffee. “They wouldn't actually shoot them, would they?"

“God, I don't even want to think about that possibility." He quickly drained the remaining coffee in the paper cup. “So, let's go over the report we're sending to DC." He tapped on his laptop and brought up the brief they had been working on.

Helen moved her chair to better see the screen. “This is surprisingly light, even for a brief. They aren't going to be happy about it."

“They are welcome to come here and see what they can find out. We still can't find any evidence of what is transmitting the…"

“Infection?"

“I don't even like to call it that, the subjects aren't sick, many of them are, if anything, healthier than average."

“And certainly fertile. I can't believe none of the girls have gotten pregnant."

That one family doctor, Dr Clemens I think was his name, He's of the opinion that the hormones are out of balance in the affected women, in essence working as a temporary form of birth control."

Helen nodded her head. “Interesting theory."

“Given everything we have seen, especially since coming here, I'd say it's as valid as anything." Will tossed his empty cup into the trash can.

“It must have something to do with hormones though, that's why pre-pubescent or post menopausal women are unaffected, or at least not showing any signs."

“I'm leaning that way too, but we don't have any hard evidence to support it yet."

Helen scanned over the text on the screen. “And what are we reporting about the affected males?"

He shrugged. “We already have a pretty good idea from Mr. Jennings."

“And it is checking out with other men who have been intimate with the infected. Are we going to mention the increased size of reproductive organs as well as sperm and fluid production?"

“Of course, I'm going to be as thorough as I can be. It's up to them to deal with the embarrassment." Will smirked slightly.

“Good. Oh, by the way, I got back the ultrasounds from patient zero and his prostate has shown enlargement as well, but does not seem to be suffering any ill effects from it."

“Can't say I'm too surprised, he filled the entire sample jar and then some." Will chuckled.

“I think we can leave that out of the brief." Helen smirked. “Think we're going to lose our jobs over this fiasco when it's all said and done?"

“We've handled the situation, as insane as it is, by the book. The spread had nothing to do with governmental incompetence and everything to do with horny college students."

“That doesn't mean blame won't be assessed. Especially with political pressure. There's a few women from very connected families in that small university.

“Yes, the most connected of which is the leader of their little equestrian club, Summer Hooper."

“This is going to be such a mess, if only we could have contained it before they went public with this."

“Don't worry, I'm sure we'll get blamed for that too."

***

Audrey sat on the edge of Chelsea's bed. She looked down at her hooves. She knew what was happening to them, but in the end the transformation was a lot to take in. Her hooves flicked back and forth when she tried to wiggle her toes.

Chelsea placed a hand on her back “Do you want some help standing up? The first couple of steps are weird and shaky." her fingers stroked the fur that covered Audrey's back now.

“Maybe, but let me try on my own first."

Audrey shifted to stand up and took a deep breath. The increase in her height was instantly noticeable, and a little disorienting. Chelsea got up as well, ready to offer any assistance she could. Audrey slowly lifted her right hoof and took a small step. Between her altered center of gravity and new foot structure she did stumble, but was caught by Chelsea.

“It helps if you don't overthink it."

“I don't think I can do anything but that." Audrey smirked as she straightened back up.

She did take Chelsea's advice and tried to just walk without calculating each step. Audrey was shaky making it from the bed to the door, but was gaining confidence. She paused and looked back at the mirror. Audrey's body had changed so much since that fateful day. Her lower body was a complete match to Chelsea, apart from the Gray and white dappled coat and matching gray genitals. But whereas her roommate turned lover's chestnut fur feathered to a stop around her waist, Audrey's fur had continued to grow. Her back was now completely covered in gray fur and less skin was showing on her front by the hour it seemed. Her hair had also gone through a change, The dark brown hair growing far more rapidly than it ever had, and taking on a distinctive mane-like appearance as it grew out down the back of her neck.

“It's only a matter of time until I start growing a muzzle like Mack and company, isn't it?" Audrey said before ducking under the door frame and walking into the living room.

“I guess it could happen, but who knows for sure how we will end up?"

“It seems like some of us are more equine than others. I don't know if it's random, how close we were to the pulse, or how much we've…indulged."

“I'm pretty sure I've indulged as much as you." Chelsea wrapped her arms around Audrey. “And I plan to keep on indulging."

Audrey had to laugh at that.

“Seriously though, I know we have to stop this from spreading, but I don't regret what we have now, if that makes sense."

“It does, at least to me." Audrey pulled Chelsea into a real embrace and kissed her softly. “I love you…"

“Mmm, I love you too." Chelsea whispered before pressing in for another kiss.

Like clockwork, their bodies responded to one another and their cocks began to push out of their sheathes as they held and kissed each other. Audrey slowly backed her partner to the couch, and Chelsea pulled her down on top of her. Audrey shifted her body and without a word her partner guided the throbbing shaft right into her needy pussy. Audrey let out a long low moan as she slipped in deeply. It has always felt wonderful, but now it somehow felt even better, like they were made for each other. She shifted slightly to sandwich Chelsea's dark gray cock between their breasts then started to thrust.

Audrey's hooves dug into the old couch as she slammed into her partner with near abandon. Chelsea was in the total bliss of having her pussy filled and cock stroked simultaneously. Her nails dug into Audrey's back as she practically quivered from the stimulation. Audrey basked in the strength of her powerful legs, not caring in the slightest if the old couch didn't survive, or their neighbors overheard the pounding she was giving.

Chelsea's pussy clamped down hard as she started to climax. Her cock quickly followed, coating both of their faces with her seed. Audrey didn't have time to whip her face before her own cock erupted deep inside her partner. She let out a loud cry as her balls were emptied. Audrey was left panting for air in her own world of bliss until Chelsea started to whip her face clean with a towel they kept by the couch. Experience had taught them to do so.

“God," Chelsea sighed, “I will never get tired of that." She smiled softly.

“Mmm, me neither."

“We can switch positions in a bit, but for now, just hold me."

Audrey pulled herself tight against her lover as they caught their breath. They were just enjoying the afterglow when Chelsea felt two somethings poking her belly.

“Hey what's that?"

“Hmm?" Audrey pushed up slightly.

“Something was poking my gut, I can still feel it."

With a groan, Audrey sat up. Just below her hips she saw a pair of bumps sticking out.

“What the hell are these things?" She said as she ran her hands over the bumps. “They feel hard."

“No kidding." Chelsea said as she rubbed her stomach.

“I have a feeling things are going to get worse if we don't get that ritual figured out soon."

***

Tara was sitting on the couch in her living room next to Ryan. She was dressed in just a bathrobe. Clothing had become increasingly uncomfortable as her fur continued to grow in. In fact, the robe was really just for her brother's benefit. Rich was sitting on an old recliner as they watched the news together. Their small community was currently the top story everywhere in the world.

“They actually have the National Guard out there patrolling." Ryan shook his head.

“Can you really blame them?" Rich asked. “As much as this is a blessing of sorts for Tara, they don't want any more women getting…"

“Infected?" Tara filled in the blank. “I mean, it is contagious, you're not hurting my feelings."

“It's not just the girls you know." Ryan squeezed her hand gently, “I may not have a tail, but I've been affected too."

“Please Ryan," Rich covered his face with his hand, “I accept you and my sister doing it, but I don't want to discuss it further, ok?"

Tara giggled and pulled up closer against her boyfriend. As they turned their attention back to the TV, they saw the reporter suddenly react to something.

“I…hold on a minute! We've got a new development here!"

The camera swung away from the temporary chain link fence and back down the road. Several charter buses were letting out a mass of people. They were holding signs and banners. It took a moment for the camera to zoom in and focus on the growing mob of people.

“It, it appears that a large group of what I can only call protesters have arrived here at the checkpoint. It looks like the Security forces are heading up to meet them."

Tara let out a long sigh. She almost wished this was a surprise but she already knew far too well how people can be when the status quo gets disrupted. Ryan was shaking his head as he read the signs and heard the chanting of the protesters. He wrapped his arm tightly around his girlfriend, afraid of what it meant. Tara's phone dinged and she glanced at the screen and saw it was from Abby.

OMG!

Are you watching the

news?

Yeah, I saw it.

I can't believe this is

happening!

I can

We were obviously

going to have

protesters.

But

What are they even

protesting?

Us existing?

Yeah

Sucks doesn't it?

***

“I can't believe this shit! We're going to be stuck here for fucking Christmas!" Jase said as he slammed his hand of cards down on the table to fold.

“Dude, chill out. It sucks for everyone." Jacob sighed as he tossed a chip into the pot.

“But why does it have to suck for me?" He pointed to his chest with his thumb. “I don't have a fucking horsetail."

“Just shut up." Thomas sighed as he matched the raise.

“Why do I have to shut up? Just because the former girls on campus had to grow tails and dicks I have to stay locked up in here for god only knows how long!"

Jacob lowered his cards and stared at Jase “What the hell do you mean by former girls?"

“What do you think? You can't be a chick with a dick." he smirked, “I'm not some closeted gay boy like you who's into that shit."

“You fucker!" Jacob jumped out of his chair and would have charged Jase if Thomas hadn't grabbed a hold of him.

“Let me go!" He growled as he glared at the smirking Jase.

“What's the matter? Upset you can't go suck your boyfriend's horse dick?"

“Shut your mouth before I let him fuck you up!" Thomas snapped. “Get the hell out of my room!"

“Fine, I'd rather play cards with real men anyway."

Jacob stopped struggling, but remained held back by his friend until the door slammed shut.

“Mother fucker…" He grumbled under his breath.

“It's not worth getting in trouble over, especially not now." Thomas sighed as he let go of his shirt.

Jacob took a few deep breaths to help calm down. “I'm sorry for losing it there."

“I don't really blame you. He's an idiot, but I thought Jase could handle playing some poker." Thomas looked at the cards and sighed.

He shook his head. “Are you alright? With that real man crack and all?"

“I don't think he even knows I'm gay." Thomas rolled his eyes.

Jacob smiled slightly. “That sounds about right."

“But I know he's not the only straight guy on campus who is upset about what's happened to the women here."

“What about the other guys?"

“I mean, it sucks being in quarantine, but what's really unfair is only the girls got the horse cocks." He smirked.

“Never would have pegged you as a size queen." Jacob smirked.

“Pegged? Interesting choice of words there." Thomas smiled widely.

Jacob's eyes went wide before he started to laugh.

“Good to hear you laughing again."

“It sucks being away from Zoe, we had been planning to spend the break together, you know?"

“And now you're stuck in separate dorms, I get it. Lock-down isn't helping my lovelife either. How about we fire up the K-Box and we just forget about the quarantine for a while?"

“Sounds good to me."

***

Students living on campus lined up three times a day to get food from the cafeteria. The other places students could normally get food from like the cafe were closed for the time being. They lined up in two lines, one for men and the other for women and were kept at least six feet apart, a policy enforced by members of the CDC in containment suits. Daisy didn't really see the point in the segregation, any of the men that had been brave enough to stand by their women were already affected, and the rest of them would sooner die than come close. Or at least that was her impression.

Daisy was looking over the posted meal options as she waited for the line to move.

“They better not run out of the pasta option again. If I have to settle for a salad for a third time…" She grumbled to herself. And the woman behind her chuckled.

“Hey!" A voice called out from the men's line, “Hey, yes you."

Daisy looked over and saw a male student she didn't recognize. He was on the larger side and his greasy hair was in definite need of a good washing. He was smiling widely, but with his patchy beard it didn't come off as completely wholesome.

“Yes?" She asked with more than a little caution."Am I blocking the menu from you?"

“No, it's fine, I always just get a burger anyway. I was just curious about something."

Something about the look in his eyes was unsettling, but she was stuck across from him until the lines started to move again.

“What is it?"

“Do you have hooves or toes?"

Daisy blinked, not sure she had heard him correctly. “Excuse me?"

“I can see you're in sneakers, but I was wondering if you had hooves where your toes used to be or something. I've seen some girls already on hooves and it's so hot and sexy, like that one standing behind you"

Said woman glared. Her lower body had taken on a satyr-like appearance with black fur covering her legs all the way down to dark black hooves. She was maintaining her modesty with what could only be called a loincloth belted on around her waist.

It wasn't about my junk, but somehow it's not any less creepy. She thought, shaking her head.

“Anyway," he continued undaunted, “your tail matches your mane perfectly."

Daisy narrowed her eyes. “You mean my hair?"

“Oh come on, it's a mane all right, just look at it. I'd love to brush it out for you." he pantomimed a brushing motion.

A shiver ran down Daisy's back. “How about you learn to take care of your own mane first?" She then turned away from him.

Thankfully, the women's line started to move and she could put some more distance between the creep and her.

“God, what a creep." she said under her breath.

“He's not that bad, actually," the woman behind her said, “it's the horse-girls out there on the internet that really creep me the fuck out."

Daisy turned to face the woman behind her. “Are you serious?"

“Yeah, A bunch of them are slobbering twice as hard as that guy over the internet for us. You can look it up if you want, but wait until after you eat."

Daisy shook her head. “But…why?"

“Well, if you happen to be a lesbian or bi woman who really loves horses, I guess we're the perfect date."

“Wouldn't they end up just like us though?"

“Trust me, they look forward to it."

“At least I can take some solace in no matter how weird my life gets, the internet will always be weirder."

***

Dr Vasseur waited outside the conference room in the administration building. She wasn't alone as doctors Schmidt, Armatage, and Anderson were waiting alongside her.

“Well, time to face the music." Dr Vasseur said as the doors started to open.

“Good thing I wore my dancing shoes then." Dr Armatage smirked as he got to his feet.

The four professors walked into the conference room. None of the directors looked pleased, but Dean Harrison looked like he was barely containing his anger. They had hardly taken their seats before he laid into them.

“What possessed you to keep this entire situation a secret from the administration? Do you have any idea how it reflects on the school? We had to find out when the students pulled that publicity stunt. Do you know what this has done to our reputation? Not to mention we now have the federal government breathing down our necks over this entire fiasco!"

Dr Vasseur met his gaze with a calm and collected expression. “Frankly, what was and is happening to the student's is none of the administration's business. We were merely protecting the privacy of our students."

“Half the student body was transforming into horses! That's not a secret you could keep!"

“That's funny, because I heard the reason you are so upset was that you couldn't hide the situation from the outside world." Dr Anderson replied without missing a beat.

The dean shifted his glare to Dr Anderson. “I wanted to keep the controversy to a minimum to protect-"

“Bullshit!" Dr Armatage glared back at the dean. “You would have locked up all the girls and carted them off as quickly as you could under the cover of darkness. And the feds would have done their part to cover this up as well. Now you all have to deal with this out in the open so those women can still have lives ahead of them instead of conveniently disappearing."

Dean Harrison lowered his voice, but his expression visibly darkened. “You think you four are safe because of tenure? Breaking the rules and regulations of the university are still grounds for dismissal regardless of your status."

“I'm sorry, it's been a while since I read through the rule book." Dr Schmidt leaned forward in his chair. “Could you point out where it says that faculty must report instances of ancient fertility magic manifesting in the student body to the administration?"

Dean Harrison's mouth moved but no sounds came out.

Dr. Vasseur took advantage of his temporary mutisim. “Our first duty is to the students of the university, not its so-called reputation. I stand by my decision to maintain the confidence of the students until they choose to make their situation known. Regardless of any decisions you make I will continue to help in putting a stop to the transformations and spread of this Blessing of Epona. The only thing that will change is whether I work out of my current office or my own home."

“Unlike my colleague, I will make it very well known that the college prioritized sweeping this under the rug for its reputation over helping these young women. And also the firing of a tenured LGBT professor." Dr Armatage smiled ever so slightly as he ended his threat.

“My, now that could harm a university's reputation, couldn't it?" Dr Anderson was practically smirking.

Dean Harrison slammed his hands down on the hardwood table. “Do you think you can blackmail me?"

“It's not blackmail," Dr Schmidt countered, “we'll just simply share the reasoning behind our termination, along with our reasoning for maintaining the privacy of our students. And since the media is literally just hanging around looking for more to report on…"

Dr Vasseur could hear the dean grinding his teeth while the rest of the directors whispered between each other.

Dean Harrison took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He glanced around the room before speaking once more. “We will suspend any further action until the quarantine is lifted and the CDC and whoever else leaves the campus. However, don't think for one second we're done. Now, get out."

“Thank you for your time, Dean." Dr. Vasseur replied as she pushed back her chair and stood up. The four friends walked out of the conference room with their heads held high.

“Asshole." Dr. Anderson said softly after closing the door.

“I think that's a prerequisite to be in the administration of any university." Dr. Schmidt chuckled.

“He's not done with us yet," Dr Armatage motioned to the door with his head, “but at least we can continue to work to put an end to this situation before the CDC decides to cart us all off to the desert or wherever."

***

Summer rested her head in her hands and her ears folded back. The video call with her parents was going even worse than she thought it would.

“Dad, that's the exact reason I called Uncle Joe, I knew you would overreact."

“Overreact?" Keith Hooper leaned forward towards the camera. “My only child has caught some kind of horse virus and she's stuck in the middle of a quarantine. How else do you expect me to react?"

“You should have called us," Marina Hooper said as she pulled her husband back into his seat, “we would have brought you home, or maybe up to the cabin in the mountains, where you could be safe."

“The only thing that would have done is spread this around even more. Not to mention when things did break, they would come looking for me."

Keith shook his head. “I'm sure we could have-"

“Dad, please. I know you're mad at Uncle Joe right now, but he was right. If we didn't make it public we'd all disappear. At least I'm still here, right?"

“But, you're in the center of all of this." Keith's shoulders slumped.

“Of course I am, you raised me that way. The other girls needed someone to pull them together and give them hope, and all the leadership and service work you put me through over the years just kicked in." Summer's parents were silent after that. “Look, dad, mom, I know you love me and just want to protect me above all else, but I have to do this, I have to finish what I started with the rest of the women here on campus." Her mother said nothing and her father just gave a slight nod. “It's getting late and we all need some sleep. I'll be in contact with you moving forward with everything, I promise. And dad?"

He let out a short sigh before responding. “Yes?"

“Don't be mad at Uncle Joe."

Keith rubbed his forehead and grumbled. “No promises, but I will try to be civil."

“I guess I'll have to take that. Good night, I love you."

“I love you too." Her father said softly

Marina leaned in towards the camera “Stay safe, dear, love you."

Summer ended the video call and closed her laptop. She then leaned back on the couch and let out a long and loud sigh.

“God, that sucked…" She mumbled to herself.

As much as Summer wanted to go to sleep, she was too stressed out after coming clean to her parents about what was going on. She needed to unwind a bit before she climbed into bed with Aiden and Julie. They didn't want Summer to be quarantined alone, and Summer did have the larger apartment so they had moved in for the time being.

Summer scratched at her side. She was also uncomfortable from wearing her pajamas for the call. The coat of fur covering her body had started to grow more rapidly, and it just felt uncomfortable to wear most clothing over it, if it even still fit in the first place. This had led to her apartment becoming a clothing optional space. Julie didn't seem to mind joining in, even if she wasn't growing a coat of fur. Aiden was about fifty-fifty, but was getting used to walking around in the buff with the women.

She pulled off her top first and scratched at her sides before smoothing the dun yellow fur back into place. Her mind went back to earlier when Aiden had brushed all of her fur while she laid down on the couch and she smiled as she pushed down her sleep pants and left them pooled at her feet., or rather hooves. Luckily for her downstairs neighbor, her parents had paid to have the floor soundproofed before she moved in. Summer still made an effort to walk quietly to the fridge to get a bottle of water.

Her ears flicked and turned toward the bedroom when she heard Aiden snore for a bit before he rolled over onto his side. She let out a sigh before twisting open the cap.

They are already asleep, I don't blame them, lord knows I need some sleep too. But I need to release some stress or I'll toss and turn beside them for who knows how long. She glanced down at her tan sheath and hefty balls. I guess I can just take care of it myself real quick and then go to bed.

Summer brought her water back with her to the couch, placing it down on a coaster. She then sat down on the coach, spreading her legs wide and leaning back all the way. Summer closed her eyes and just relaxed for a moment before she lowered her hand down between her legs. After a few gentle touches against her sheath, the head of her cock started to emerge. She opened her eyes and looked down. It still was amazing watching her tan shaft extend out from its snugly home out into the world. Summer's fingers continued to coax her shaft to its full size.

Summer pulled her shaft up against her now mostly furry body. The sensation of her fur against her shaft sent tingles all the way down her spine to her tail. She stifled a moan, not wanting to disturb her sleeping friends. Summer looked down at the flat head of her cock and smiled slightly.

Well, there's one way to stop me from making too much noise….

Summer pressed her lips up against the head of her shaft and started to lick. As she licked and suckled as much as she could fit into her mouth, her hands slowly stroked her shaft. Her sounds of pleasure were muffled sufficiently as she enjoyed herself. Slowly as she worked her tongue over the shaft she found she could fit a little more into her mouth. She attributed at first to all the practice she was having going down on Julie. With that justification in her mind she bobbed her head slightly on her cock.

As she did so, the front of her face started to push out. Her lips shifted further down her shaft with every bob of her head. Summer wasn't fitting more of her cock into her mouth, she was getting more mouth to fill. But she was too lost in her blissful self-sucking to realize it. Her nose grew larger and shifted with her upper jaw, the now wide nostrils making it far easier to breathe around the huge cock in her mouth. The rest of her skull started to reshape with her new muzzle. Her eyes grew much larger, but since they were shut tightly Summer didn't notice the change. Soft dun yellow fur with much finer hairs creeped up her neck and along her face.

Summer felt her balls contract and her entire body tensed as she hit the sweet release. She gulped down her cum, not wanting to make a mess on the couch, though unavoidably, some still trickled out of her mouth. It wasn't until she stared to pull off of her shaft that she realized something was very different. Her eyes snapped open and she gasped.

Summer was disoriented from the muzzle hanging off her face. She placed her hands gently on the sides, as if to confirm what she already knew was true.

“Holy…" she paused, as it felt strange using her new mouth and larger tongue to talk. “Holy shit…" Mack, Kaylee, and Dannie weren't kidding…but they made it seem like a bit of a bump, not…not this.

She stood up slowly on her hooves and turned slowly. Her reflection quickly came into view. Even with knowing what was coming she still gasped. There was almost nothing left of her old face, other than her hair and eye color. Other than a few small patches of skin on her upper chest and arms she was now covered completely in fur. She looked like some kind of humanoid horse.

Looks like I'm going to have to call mom and dad tomorrow. But speaking of surprises, do I wake up Aiden and Julie now or let them find out in the morning? She pondered looking towards the bedroom door.

The choice was removed from her when she saw the door start to open.

“Summer? Are you still up?" a drowsy Julie asked as she yawned. “Why don't you…" she trailed off as she got a good look at her friend. “Oh my god! Summer?"

“Yeah, it's still me, I think."

“Aiden! Get up! It's an emergency!" she shouted back into the bedroom before she rushed over to Summer.

“It's not an emergency…" Summer said as Julie placed her hands gently on the sides of her muzzle.

Aiden stepped through the door while he finished pulling on a pair of shorts. “What is…" he blinked when he saw Summer. “Oh, oh yeah."

“I shouldn't be too surprised," Summer shrugged, “the same thing was happening to the trio."

“Yes but they said they were just starting to grow a muzzle this…" Julie said as she softly stroked the muzzle.

“I think it's kind of cute." Aiden said immediately. “Don't give me that look, he said to Julie as he walked over. “If I didn't find horses cute, do you think I'd still be here?"

Summer had to laugh at that. “Thanks, I think."

“Well, maybe he's right, looking at you now it kind of just fits with the rest of your changes." Julie leaned in and kissed Simmer gently on her nose.

“It's late, let's just head to bed and worry about what to do next in the morning." Aiden reached up and placed a hand on her shoulder. “It's not like we have anything else to do while locked down."

Summer nodded. “Yeah, I can deal with this tomorrow, right now I just want to fall asleep between the two of you, if that's alright."

“Of course it is." Julie smiled and took her by the hand.

“Just don't push me out of bed in the morning with your morning wood, again." Aiden smirked.

“We'll just have to see." Summer smirked back.

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