You can’t have jam without peanut butter, you cannot have milk without cookies, and you cannot have Bitter Glasse without her teammate and best friend, Little Cocon. So here she is.

\*\*Body type\*\* Little Cocon does live up to her name, barely making it over a solid five feet. This is actually quite odd for an uma her age, as five and a half feet, or somewhere around those measurements is far more acceptable and normal. Her teammate, Bitter Glasse, often towers over her with that extra five or so inches, making the duo that composes Team Zenith look all the more interesting.

The name of the game is opposites here, almost as if Riko Kashimoto was recruiting a duo of completely different umas. Bitter Glasse is tall, fairly stacked in the chest department, cheery and friendly to a fault. Little Cocon however, is short, flat as a board, pale as a ghost and incredibly snarky, rude and condescending with her words. This isn’t to say she’s a bad person, more so the desire to win, run and race turns her into a hot blooded fool. She is a veritable knight of the crusades, and her body is her armour, her tongue is her sword. Pity those who find themselves on the receiving end of her athletic prowess and spitting words. 

\*\*Preferred role and position\*\*   
These reviews are in no way, shape or form hidden or out of the eyes of the public. In fact, they’re completely available to view for anyone, as they are for the most part, educational. ~~Somehow.~~ So Little Cocon was fully aware that not only was her teammate reviewed some time ago, but she had seemingly been passed over. It wasn’t for a lack of effort or trying, but her trainer, while strict, was also hesitant to allow any outside contact once the publication of the Bitter Glasse review had been made known. So poor Little Cocon had been passed over, and prevented from getting her chance at the same time. How unfortunate. 

Yet fate has a way of interweaving a web of interesting happenstances, and today just so happened to fall along those lines. Little Cocon found herself the perfect chance to extract a review for herself, and without any shame, she took it, dragging both parties into a closet nearby. 

“So Glasse managed to snag herself a seven and a half? Figures, she was always half measuring for things. Can’t commit her whole body and mind to something. Not like me.” And inside the dingy and cramped confines of a supply closet, an impromptu and sudden sex review was performed. 

Despite appearances, Little Cocon is as forward and aggressive as she is small and non-threatening. Clothes were quickly removed, the Uma taking a while to do so herself as the various bucklers, belts and loops made her outfit a pain to remove. Exposing her soft, pale body to the dim light of the closet, both parties soon were tangled and intertwined in a passionate, yet sudden, burst of lovemaking. 

Something worth noting for anyone else attempting a crusade on the body of Cocon was her desire to pull hair…and choke. Not hard and not enough to cut off breathing, but she did enjoy holding power over her opponent and making sure their movements were as exact and precise as she required them to be. 

The closest was soon evicted of its guests, and Little Cocon made sure she was mostly presentable, brushing her shoulders and adjusting her hair back to how it should be. No final words, no farewell. Just a glance, and then she was off.

   
\*\*Overall Verdict\*\* 6/10 There isn’t much to say here, considering the Umamusume didn’t give much substance to go off of. Her brash attitude, forward nature and rough tendencies do make her a fair bit more unruly than her teammate, and she has no bedside manner. Still, the abilities she posses and the strength of her small frame are worthy of praise, so a solid six is more than fair judgment.

Sex Review: Little Cocon