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Silver Rose spotted Sunny Flare and the other Shadowbolts seated at one of the tables during lunch.

Deciding to go for it, she carried her food over to the table. “Hey, girls! Mind if I join you for lunch?”

Sunny Flare took one look at her and seemed to shrink, but then she stopped herself and resumed her posture.

“Sure, I don’t see why not,” Sour Sweet said, and scooted to the side. “But don’t try anything.”

“Of course not, Sour Sweet.”

Silver sat down next to Lemon Zest and Sour Sweet and examined her meal. Today’s lunch was spaghetti and meatballs, along with apple juice and a banana. Deciding to start on the spaghetti, Silver took her fork and wound the noodles around it after tucking a napkin around her neck.

“So how have things been?” she asked the Shadowbolts as she chewed on her food. “Are you girls preparing well for the Friendship Games?”

“Things are going great!” Indigo flexed an arm. “I think we’re going to win this year.”

“And that’ll be another win for Crystal Prep!” Lemon Zest turned up the volume on her headphones and began shaking her head. “Go, Shadowbolts!”

“Yes, quite,” Sugarcoat agreed, turning the page of her Daring Do novel while putting her mouth over the straw of her apple juice. “Although, I hear Canterlot High is going to be some stiff competition this year. Can’t let our guards down, now can we?”

“Y-Yeah…” Sunny nodded. “We’ll have to try our hardest.”

“Meh, I think we’re going to be fine,” Indigo said smugly.

“Dude,” Lemon Zest said, pulling out a magazine from her bag. “Are you guys excited for the new Daring Do game?”

“Quite,” Sugarcoat said with a smile. “I hear they’ll let you play as Cat Scratch this time around. I’m rather looking forward to it, even if I do have to delete Noncharted 5 from my Neighstation to make room for it.”

Silver hadn’t heard of this Daring Do game, but she did wonder if her mother had done motion capture for this. She hadn’t said anything about a Daring Do game. Silver only knew the one from Manslayer’s Doctrine.

“Sounds cool.” Silver twirled another cluster of spaghetti on her fork. “Sunny, how are you faring? Are you feeling better?”

“I… I think so,” Sunny said with a somewhat forced smile.

“She’s been back to training,” Sugarcoat said for her friend. “So at least that’s something. Thank you for clearing up this mess, Silver Rose, even if you were the one that caused it.”

“We still don’t have a twelfth member on the team.” Indigo pointed out with a flick of her finger. “And I don’t think Cinch has made a decision yet.”

“I don’t suppose you want to participate, Silver Rose?” Sugarcoat asked her.

“Can’t say I do.” Silver shook her head and put more spaghetti in her mouth. “I don’t really like standing out in front of crowds. Stage fright, you see. I do hope you find someone good enough to represent the school though.”

“Dude, how can you have stage fright when your mom is freaking Ebony Wings?” Lemon Zest exclaimed. “She’s like, the best actress ever!”

“I-I don’t know, Lemon Zest…” Silver blushed and rubbed her head. “I wonder that myself…”

“I heard Cinch’s already decided on who she wants on the team,” Sour Sweet said, peeling apart her banana. “It better be someone who can keep up with me or I’m going to rip my eyes out.”

“Well, at least you girls sound confident enough.” Silver slurped up the last of her main dish. “Can’t wait to see you come up on top.”

Silver peeled back the skin on her banana and cut off a bit with her knife, skewered it with her fork and lifted it up to her mouth. It wasn’t bad, but she immediately knew that banana was not one of her favorite fruits.

“Gee, you eat bananas funny, Silver Rose.” Lemon Zest commented.

“What, am I not supposed to eat them with a fork and knife?”

“Nah, Silver. You just eat them like this!” Lemon Zest picked up her own banana and peeled it, then stuck the whole thing into her mouth and down her throat, moaning with satisfaction all the while.

The rest of the table stared at Lemon, who had her eyes shut, the banana still in her mouth.

“Lemon Zest,” Sugarcoat said sternly over the top of her book. “That’s inappropriate.”

“Wha’?” Lemon said through a mouthful of banana. Then suddenly both her hands went for her neck and she began choking, the banana likely lodged in her throat.

“See? No one eats it like that!” Indigo quickly got up and wrapped her arms around Lemon Zest’s abdomen, squeezing hard.

After a few attempts, the banana shot out of Lemon Zest’s mouth like a rocket and flew off into the distance, nailing Principal Cinch on the nose as it passed.

“Oh!” The woman fell back a step, then readjusted her spectacles and rubbed her nose. “Who in the world did that?” Then her eyes focused on Lemon Zest and Indigo, the former still holding her neck, recovering from the ordeal.

“Oh great…” Sugarcoat slapped a hand to her forehead as the principal began making her way over.

“Lemon Zest, Indigo Zap, my office now!” Cinch barked as she got closer.

“Aw…” But they complied, getting up and following her away.

Silver just sat at her seat, cutting away at her banana as she watched the two Shadowbolts walk off.

“I like my way better,” she decided.

Silver Rose had a little chat with Sunny Flare after school, learning a little more about her in the process. She found out Sunny had a younger brother, who was still in middle school, and that Sunny liked the actor, Fast Bender. Silver had met him before, but she didn’t tell Sunny that, because Silver Rose didn’t meet him. Moonglade did. After parting ways with her, she walked to the front of Crystal Prep, where her black car was waiting.

“Good afternoon, princess,” Silver Platter greeted from the driver’s seat. “Did you have a good day at school?”

“Oh, Silver Platter,” she said surprisingly. “I had fun. Is Aunt Ivory not available today?”

“She mentioned needing time to ‘prepare’. For what, I don’t know.”

Silver remembered her mother and aunt were discussing something yesterday. Whatever it was they were planning, Silver still had a bad feeling about it.

When she got home, Silver went back up to her room to get changed into her pheromone testing attire, just in case they were ready to train her again. After that, she went to the study, doing as much homework as she was able to, first starting with chemistry again. When she got to her math homework, she texted Home Run again, hoping to receive some help from him. Before she could get an answer, there was a knock at the door.

Silver turned to see one of the maids standing there. “Young princess, your mother requests your presence in the courtyard.”

“Thank you. I will be down shortly.”

When the maid left, Silver sighed and took a few deep breaths, hoping she was ready for what was to come. Getting up, she swiftly scurried down the stairs and out into the courtyard, where the fountain gurgled away happily.

The bottles of pheromones were there on their little table, but there was no sign of either Silver’s mother or her aunt.

“Hmm?” She looked around, thinking maybe they were hiding, but she still couldn’t see them. “Strange. Maybe they went to get some lemonade.”

“No lemonade this time, sweetie,” a voice said from the left, behind one of the potted plants. A figure shrouded in a black robe detached itself from the shadows and walked out in front of the table. At the same time, another, slightly taller cloaked figure strode out from the other wing of the manor and went to stand next to the first one.

“You’ve come, my daughter,” the taller one said in a double, overlaid voice. It sounded like her mother.

“Umm, what’s with the outfits?” Silver asked. They were really giving her a bad feeling now.

“Your mother and I,” the first figure, presumably her aunt, said in an oddly familiar voice. “Are going to show you how it’s done.”

“Umm… okay.” Silver looked around the courtyard. “So… what should I do?”

“Just stand and watch.”

As one, both Silver’s mother and aunt flung their robes aside. Silver’s jaw dropped in disbelief.

On the right, where her mother had been, was Home Run. Though not quite. The clothes, the striped shirt and the white one with the baseball emblem were right on point, as were the jeans and shoes. The only thing that was off was the height and the face, which was not quite the right shape, and not to mention the shapely chest. But from the hairstyle right down to the color, it definitely looked like Home Run, except more… feminine.

Even more outrageously, on the left where she thought her aunt was, stood Moonglade. Though, like Home Run, it was not a perfect copy. For one thing, the clothes didn’t quite fit. It looked as though her aunt had raided her wardrobe, as the skirt and shirt were far too short, revealing a small stretch of firm stomach and giving Silver a glimpse of her underwear as she walked past. But otherwise, she was the spitting image of Moonglade, even her skin and eye color.

“Uh… what?” Silver managed.

“We,” Not-Moonglade said. “Are going to demonstrate how a seduction should be done.”

“Uh, okay, Aunt Ivory. Er, Moonglade,” she corrected herself. It felt weird to refer to herself in third person.

“Now, watch and learn.”

Not-Home Run went to sit at one of the chairs by the fountain, looking very nonchalant. Not-Moonglade winked at Silver and went over to uncork the lust bottle.

The smell instantly hit Silver, but she maintained enough strength to remain standing this time, though her face became flushed and her breathing heavier. It tasted so good.

Not-Moonglade sauntered up to Not-Home Run, her hips swinging and frequently flashing her panties.

Note to self, Silver thought to herself. Get a longer skirt. At least for Aunt Ivory.

Even so, she kept her eyes focused on the scene ahead as Not-Moonglade walked up behind Not-Home Run and wrapped her arms around him (her?) before bending down to nibble his ear.

Oh. Approach from behind without him knowing. Got it. Silver continued to observe.

As Silver continued to watch Not-Moonglade try to seemingly eat Not-Home Run’s ear, she felt her fangs easing out into view, hungry for the taste of lust. The warmth had spread from her face by now, finding its way down her body and lingering between her legs. Silver did her best to resist the urge to deal with it, at least for now. She needed to pay attention to learn how to earn love from Home Run.

“Watch and learn, sweetie,” Not-Moonglade said, placing her hands on Not-Home Run’s shoulders and massaging them gently.

“Mmm…” Not-Home Run moaned in a passable recreation of the real Home Run’s voice. Silver found it unsettling just how close to the real Home Run she sounded. Almost as if it was the real deal.

“Hey there, Home Run,” Not-Moonglade purred, every word dripping with flirtatious intent.

“I’m not sure I like this…” Silver Rose said to herself. It was like watching herself and Home Run on TV, only it was much more realistic. And aged up.

Not-Home Run continued to sit there and enjoy the massage, crossing his legs and leaning back into it. Still holding onto one shoulder, Not-Moonglade swung herself around and into Not-Home Run’s lap, where she made quite a show of grinding her hips into Not-Home Run’s own waist.

“Uh…” Silver said slowly, taking more sniffs of the lust vial. She made no move to retract her fangs just yet. “I really don’t know about this…” This really didn’t look like second date material, at least to her limited knowledge, but at this point, she was too afraid to ask and the smell of lust was clouding her judgment.

Not-Home Run ran his fingers down Not-Moonglade’s back lingering there just long enough to extricate an appreciative hum from her.

Not-Moonglade then swooped in for a kiss, which Not-Home Run enthusiastically returned, their lips locking together. Silver watched them in shock, remembering that whatever they looked like, it was still her mother and aunt kissing. The young changeling felt uncomfortable with it, but didn’t avert her eyes. She felt her breathing become heavier and slower, but at the same time, the lust seemed to begin to die down, being replaced by something else.

When they finally broke apart, both participants gasped for air, then smiled. Not-Moonglade and Not-Home Run looked into each other's’ eyes hungrily and kissed again, this time letting their hands explore each other’s bodies. Not-Home Run’s hands snaked down to his partner’s thighs, squeezing them gently while their lips remained locked.

Silver Rose watched, feeling the lust’s power slowly drain away like soap bubbles in an unplugged bath. Something else was rising though, and it made her want to clamp her mouth shut.

“Are you sure this is what I should be doing?” Silver asked with a finger raised. There was no reply. “O… kay…”

Not-Moonglade brought her arms together, emphasizing her bust while Not-Home Run continued to toy with his partner’s legs, bringing up one finger up her already too short skirt and around the leg hole of Not-Moonglade’s underwear.

They broke their lips apart for a second, only to join back in another kiss, while Not-Moonglade began to remove her red coat, flipping it off her shoulders slowly.

Silver continued to watch their lips change positions, the warmth between her legs slowly fading and her fangs inching back into her gums. She stood there awkwardly, unsure of everything as Not-Home Run threw his striped shirt to the floor before returning to Not-Moonglade’s legs, his hands moving closer and closer towards the hotspot between her legs.

Not-Moonglade moaned into Not-Home Run’s mouth as she removed her tie, then unbuttoned the first three buttons of her short shirt.

“Oh, you’re so hot, Moonglade…” Not-Home Run said as they split their lips, only to move back in for yet another kiss.

Silver Rose didn’t really think much about it, but now that she looked a little closer, she noticed a bulge in her mother’s jeans. Did she wear something special under there? They didn’t plan to go that far, did they? And this is the second date? Wait, and aren’t they supposed to be outdoors too? They wouldn’t do this in public, would they?

The girl didn’t know what to think anymore.

Not-Moonglade reached for Not-Home Run’s white shirt, softly lifting it off his head and tossing it where his striped shirt was.

Looking on, Silver felt partially disturbed to see Not-Home Run wearing a bra. It was like Home Run had suddenly decided to turn half-female or something; it was a picture she wasn’t going to forget anytime soon.

“Mmm, you’ve still got it…” Not-Moonglade moaned as Not-Home Run ran a finger up the middle of her white panties, then back down again.

“Of course I do. Did you think I’d lose my skill over time?” Not-Home Run smirked.

Pulling Not-Home Run’s head closer, Not-Moonglade brought her lips to his again, one hand going for his chest, massaging one of his breasts.

That just sounded weird and it looked weird. Home Run didn’t have those. The real one didn’t.

Silver Rose raised a hand awkwardly, wanting to say something. “Umm… Are you still t-teaching me w-what to do here…?”

Of course, there wasn’t any answer. Silver was now convinced they had forgotten all about her.

With one hand, Not-Home Run grasped the shoulder of Not-Moonglade’s white shirt and in one swift motion, she tore it right off Not-Moonglade’s body, throwing its remains beside them, now gazing at her marvelous find.

Man, that was my shirt… Silver folded her arms. The smell of lust was almost blocked off now, with Silver radiating so much disgust that she couldn’t even feel good. This wasn’t just a pair of lovers doing as they pleased. It was her mother and aunt.

And then Not-Moonglade threw herself against Not-Home Run, knocking the chair backwards and down to the ground, still kissing him. Then with her hands, she undid Not-Home Run’s jeans and swiped them off. Under his pants, Not-Home Run had a strange black object tied fastened his crotch, kind of resembling a cucumber; Silver had never seen such a strange thing before, but she could guess what it was meant to symbolize.

I don’t know how much more of this I can stand… Silver thought, squirming in her seat.

“Is that for me?” Not-Moonglade licked her lips as she examined the black object, smoothly grabbing ahold of it and running her hand up and down its length. “What’s the occasion?”

“You know, I can’t remember...” Not-Home Run leaned his head up to kiss her again.

“Well, I can think of a few-” Not-Moonglade’s head suddenly snapped up and looked around, setting her eyes on one of the many doors that surrounded the courtyard. “Your butler is here, and I think he wants something, Your Highness.”

“My lady,” Silver Platter’s voice could be heard. “May I come out?”

A flash of irritation crossed Not-Home Run’s face, but it was quickly replaced with a look of resignation.

“Looks like this’ll have to wait then,” she said, sliding Not-Moonglade off her and shouting, “Yes, come on out.”

“Sorry, mistress, but you have a phone call from your agent.” Silver Platter emerged from the door, walking over while keeping his eyes averted. “He suggests it is important.”

Not bothering to get up, Not-Home Run took the phone from her butler and cleared her throat before continuing in her Ebony Wings voice. “Hello? Yes? Oh, you would like me to star in a new film? Of course, which one? Roll of the Ricks? A support role, huh? Well, I don’t mind. I’ll take it. Yes, thank you. Goodbye.” Then she clicked the phone off, giving it back to Silver Platter. “That would be all, Silver Platter.”

“Of course, mistress.” The butler bowed and left, disappearing back through the door to the mansion.

“Acting in yet another movie?” Not-Moonglade smirked and came back atop Not-Home Run. “How many movies can you film at once, sister?”

“As many as I want.” She reached up and pulled Not-Moonglade back down against her. “Now, where were we?”

Not-Moonglade grimaced and pointed at Silver Rose’s empty chair, which was still spinning from where its occupant had taken off.

“I think we scared her away.”

“Scared who away?” Not-Home Run toyed with Not-Moonglade’s blonde hair.

“Uh, your daughter?” Not-Moonglade played her fingers across Not-Home Run’s abdomen. “We were teaching her the art of seduction, remember?”

“We were?” Not-Home Run smiled and removed Not-Moonglade’s glasses, putting it aside, then running her hands over her face. “I guess I’ve forgotten. Well, what do you suppose we do now, then?”

“This is not an episode of Gamer’s Throne, sister. If your daughter isn’t here, there’s no point in continuing,” Not-Moonglade got off the floor and picked up her glasses.

“No no no, it isn’t over yet, sister dearest.” Not-Home Run grabbed her hand and yanked her back down. “The only difference now is that we don’t need these pathetic disguises.”

With a flash of green fire, Not-Home Run’s head disappeared, the flames eating away at the dye on her face and lengthening her hair to waist length. A pair of acid green eyes replaced her previously yellow ones, and two sharp fangs shot out from her gums.

“Much better,” Chrysalis said in her changeling layered voice. “Now, about your disguise… As queen, I ask of you to continue.”

“Oh, very well, sister.” Not-Moonglade put her glasses down, then with a burst of fire matching her sister’s, Moonglade’s features disappeared and gave way to one with long purple hair and charcoal skin, with eyes to match Chrysalis’.

“You look so much better like that,” Chrysalis said smoothly, giving her sister a kiss on the lips. “Did I tell you you’ve gotten much better at this?”

“No, you haven’t.” Psithyra moaned as Chrysalis squeezed one of her breasts playfully. She closed her eyes as Chrysalis slipped a hand under her bra.

“And I like your purple hair. It’s a nice color.” The older changeling leaned in and planted kisses along her sister’s neck.

“Agreed,” Psithyra replied. Then she pushed off her sister again. “But alright, I think we’ve been at this long enough. Now, I’m going to go for a bath, then I’m going to see to my niece. You better do the same.”

“Really? Already? I was hoping to go for another round.” When Psithyra didn’t say anything and continued to glare at her, Chrysalis relented. “Oh, very well then, Thyra. We can pick this up another time.”

“Mmmph. Oh, and take that off,” the younger changeling said, pointing to the sex toy that was still fastened to Chrysalis’ crotch. “You’ll take someone’s eye out.”