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As Ivory Wings predicted, neither Ebony Wings nor Chrysalis showed up for dinner. Her tall chair stood empty at the end of the table, a vacuum sucking away all the cheer and relaxation that dinner usually brought, though Silver Rose decided that that was likely better than getting yelled at again, or worse, getting stabbed. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen her mother so furious.

“Ooh, fried chicken!” Sonata Dusk eyed her plate. “Looks yummy!”

“So, uh, how does this work? Mother’s not here to tell us it’s okay to eat…” Silver glanced at the empty throne.

“We’ve eaten without her before.” Ivory waved a hand dismissively. “Just pretend she’s not home and eat.”

“Oh. Okay then.”

Silver started on her vegetables, which was an assortment of peas, carrots and creamed corn. There was nothing but the sound of cutlery scraping against plates for a while, with Silver Platter scurrying around the table refilling drinks. Ivory beckoned to the butler and whispered into his ear, the manservant nodding with understanding. He quickly turned on his heel and marched back into the kitchen.

With the silence that clouded around the dining room, Silver had easily finished her dinner in no time, scraping up the last bits of mashed potato before placing her cutlery neatly on the plate.

“You may leave when you are finished.” Ivory wiped a piece of chicken from her mouth. “No sense hanging around. I’ll have to go talk to your mother anyway, so scurry along. Enjoy your evening, girls.”

Doing just that, Silver Rose left the dining room after giving her aunt a hug, splitting from the sirens as they went to their room and she to hers.

Flopping down on her bed beside Mishter Schiffs, Silver contemplated how she had behaved when her mother had been yelling at them in the games room. Over the phone, she had even dared to argue back to her mother, saying some very daring things that would likely get her killed if she wasn’t her mother’s daughter. But when her mother was before her, screaming her head off, Silver found she had been absolutely terrified. Even that movie she had seen with Home Run was nothing compared to what her mother could’ve done earlier.

Though, with her mother currently not being close by, Silver felt the anger begin to replace her fear. Her mother wasn’t always right and now that she had time to think, her mother was rarely right. Yet, she blamed everyone else in the house. Even the sirens couldn’t escape punishment, even if they hadn’t done anything wrong.

Silver felt sorry for the three girls and her aunt. They weren’t to blame. And Aunt Ivory had gotten hurt by her mother today. Even if she had just shrugged off the injuries, Silver still felt responsible.

“Perhaps I should go apologize to mother…” she sighed and wrapped one arm around Mishter Schniffs. “It was all my fault. You think so?”

“Though I would like to agree with you…” her soft toy nudged its head against her cheek. “This all really stemmed out from the point where you asked your aunt to leave you be, so that you could have a real date, whether it was just this once or more.”

“I would try to go over and apologize, but…” Silver’s cheeks turned pinkish. “Aunt Ivory said she was going to make it up with mother.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Well… Aunt Ivory was implying that some stuff was going to go down… Some questionable stuff that I won’t enjoy.” Silver remembered her aunt and mother in the courtyard again. At least the thought took her mind off their most recent events and made her think of Home Run again. “Though, you’re right. I should apologize. Maybe later, after they’re done.”

She was tempted to text him to tell him all her problems with her mother, but then she realized there would be too much sensitive information for him to know, even if he was indeed her boyfriend now. Moonglade’s boyfriend.

“Oh, Home Run…” Silver stared at her ceiling, a seemingly common thing now. “To think I would get in trouble to be with you? What’s come over me…”

Chrysalis had been lying in her room, dressed in her silk night robe after taking a good long shower to calm herself down. She had left all the lights off, enjoying the darkness and the silence. She had gotten the opportunity to think and perhaps destroying part of the games room wasn’t such a nice thing to do. Now she was going to have to repair it and she was still likely going to get her sister to pay for it.

Her dinner was resting on her table, untouched. She didn’t feel like having to do something as troublesome as eating right now.

Chrysalis knew her daughter had been getting bolder lately, since she was able to leave the house. She had pardoned her when she had talked back to her over the phone yesterday, but when Chrysalis had seen her today, she wanted to laugh. The girl was radiating so much fear, she knew that she still had her under her control, at least when she was around.

One week. She had only left for one week and her daughter had done so many things that would’ve made Chrysalis rake someone’s eyes out if she had been around.

First, she had told her aunt to hang back while she enjoyed a ‘real date’, then she had encountered a mugger. That would’ve been a joke if her aunt was around, but she hadn’t been.

“Oh, why have things fallen apart like that…” the changeling queen sighed into a hand.

“Nothing’s fallen apart, sister.” A voice came from the side, where the room was darkest.

“Come on, sister…” Chrysalis said without having to look. “I don’t know what is it with you and dark corners, but you can just come out.”

“You do that all the time too.” Psithyra stepped out from the shadows, clad in her night attire as well, consisting of her sleeveless top and shorts. “But that’s not why I’m here. How’re you feeling?”

“Dreadful…” Chrysalis spat. “To think there would be so much chaos in just one week.”

“I would sit here and debate with you how most of this is your fault, but it would just take too long, so how about we just move on to our next topic?”

My fault? Who does she think I am? Chrysalis groaned and sat herself up. “Well, what else is there to say?”

Psithyra stepped closer, leaning against Chrysalis’ bedpost. “First, I would like to apologize for my actions. For one, you are right, your majesty. I shouldn’t have left your daughter’s side. She sullied her hands with beating up that mugger because of my negligence.”

“Yes, she did.” Chrysalis checked her nails, having recently trimming them back down to normal length. She had burned up a lot of her love reserves when she had overdriven earlier. She blamed her family for that. “Her want for a real date? That’s just silly and you should’ve known that. We are not humans. There cannot be ‘real dates’ with us. We are not humans. We do not conform to human society.”

“Well, you’ve been doing alright, blending in as an actress and all.” Psithyra raised a hand. “So I guess conforming is possible.”

“Not my point, Thyra. She cannot interact with humans like other humans do! That was a mistake she shouldn’t have done.”

“Sister, what’s done is done, okay?” The purple haired changeling placed herself on the bed beside her sister. “We can’t turn back time. We’ve made our mistakes. Time to move on. What matters is that your daughter handled it well. Can’t you at least trust her a little?”

“This is still in her early days being able to go out.” Chrysalis folded her arms. “I will trust her after she has gained more experience in this field.”

Moonglade or Silver Rose, Chrysidea didn’t even have a year of hunting experience yet. To Chrysalis, a month was but a speck of dust, much less a year. When she felt like her daughter could handle going out on her own, then she would let her. Right now, she didn’t think she was ready.

“And after what she’s done, do you think I’m still going to trust her?” Chrysalis punched a fist into her bed, her eyes glowing green. “She’ll have to earn it all back now! Back from zero!”

“It was one mistake, sister,” Psithyra tried to reason. “I will make sure it won’t happen again.”

“And you! You made a mistake too! How can I trust your judgment?” Chrysalis pointed a menacing finger at her sister.

“Well, that’s why I’m here tonight. To make it up to you.”

“Oh?” Chrysalis drew her hand back. “And how do you plan on doing that?”

Chrysalis saw a smirk spread across her sister’s lips. She was planning something.

“Why, I know how to make you less mad, for one. I know how to take your mind off all this and let you destress.”

Slinking closer on the bed, Psithyra wrapped one arm around her sister’s neck and the other on her charcoal colored cheek.

“This is your plan?” Chrysalis put both hands on her sister’s hips. “I don’t mind it, but you think you can take my mind off punishing all of you?”

“Well, leave the others out of it then…” Psithyra leaned her head in and brushed her sister’s cheek with her lips. “Punish me instead. I’ll take it all for them.”

“You know how to drive a bargain, Thyra.” Chrysalis chewed on her sister’s ear as she slid her hands down to Psithyra’s rear. “Are you sure you can take all their punishment?”

Then Chrysalis began lightly kissing her sister on the lips, so gently that it felt like snow melting on one’s skin. She squeezed her sister’s backside, earning a moan from the purple haired changeling before shifting her lips to her sister’s neck, working her way down.

“If this is… all you got, I can take it…” Psithyra smiled contently and closed her eyes.

“Oh, you underestimate me, sweet sister.” Getting up on her knees, Chrysalis pushed her sister down on the bed and began kissing her lips again. “You’ll have to be punished thoroughly.”

She reached for her sister’s crotch and began massaging the spot with three of her fingers, at the same time, playing her other hand around Psithyra’s neck and left shoulder. The purple haired changeling moaned and reached up and undid her sister’s sash, letting her silk robes fall off.

“So,” Psithyra breathed heavily, gazing at her sister’s chest. “What punishment does my queen have in mind for her disobedient servant?”

“Plenty,” Chrysalis said, moving her fingers underneath Psithyra’s shorts and panties. “I wonder if you’ll be able to endure all of it.”

“I’m your sister and your Reaper.” Psithyra pulled Chrysalis down on top of her so that both their bodies were now touching. “It is my duty to do as you want.”

“Oh, you know me so well, Thyra, to know what I enjoy doing…” Chrysalis kissed her again, then shifted the straps off Psithyra’s left shoulder. “So well…”

After another ten minutes of making out, Chrysalis had already pulled Psithyra’s shirt and bra up, baring her breasts to the world, and her shorts and panties were now somewhere on the bed, lost within the folds. She had one hand between Psithyra’s legs, pushing a finger deep, while her other hand was busy caressing her sister’s breasts.

Chrysalis kept up her attacks, wanting to watch her sister fall beneath her power, but the younger changeling held strong, not faltering for a second.

“Mmm…” Chrysalis’ lips separated from Psithyra’s with an audible smooch, bringing up her finger than had been in her sister, giving it a lick, then swallowing the juice. “Tasty…”

“I told you… I can handle your punishment, your majesty…” Psithyra panted, a smile forming on her lips.

Chrysalis gazed deeply into her sister's eyes, inhaling the scent of love and lust that was wafting around them. “You think this is over? Far from it, sister. I can smell all the lust in the air now.”

“The majority of that lust is coming from you, sister dear…” Psithyra ran a finger along Chrysalis’ abdomen and up her chest, tickling the queen slightly.

“What can I say? You’re a fantastic way I can destress.” Chrysalis kissed her sister on the forehead, then got up, heading for her cabinet. “Thank you. Now, I’ll just have to find it…”

Psithyra rolled on her side to have a look. “What are you looking for?”

Chrysalis smirked to herself, her back to her sister as she opened a box inside her cabinet. Her fingers closed around the sex toy she had used when they were out in the courtyard that other day; she hadn’t got to use it yet, at least not on her sister. She licked her lips as she thought of the many things they were going to do tonight.

Strapping it around her waist and tightening it, Chrysalis turned around and waltzed back to her sister.

“Oh, that thing again.” Psithyra gulped, sitting back up, but then licked her lips in anticipation. “I think I deserve more punishment, hmm, Chryssie?”

Chrysalis held her sister’s face in her hands, rubbing her thumbs along Psithyra’s cheeks. After another drawn out kiss, the changeling queen pushed Psithyra back down, then spread her legs wide.

“My, my. You’ve kept it in such a good condition over the years…” Chrysalis swung her hips, doing the same to the strapon. She pressed its tip against Psithyra’s opening, smiling when her sister arched her back and closed her eyes. “I wonder how you’re going to like this one…”

Silver Rose was uneasy. Not only because her mother had failed to show up for dinner, but also about the unspecified punishment that was sure to be on the way after her mother’s ominous words in the first floor game room. She sat in the study with her homework spread out, but hadn’t made any headway with it at all. She dragged a pencil across her sheet of paper, leaving a long line on the pristine white surface.

She thought about taking out her phone to text Home Run, but even if she did, what would she tell him? She couldn’t give away her family’s secrets, not even to him.

“Oh, what am I going to do now?” she groaned. Having nothing better to do, she leaned back in her chair and inhaled deeply.

And almost choked on her own spit when her senses picked up a faint, but delectably sweet taste. Her study room door was open and she could smell something wafting in from outside, something really good.

Hmm? What could it be…?

Holding her head up, she sniffed again, and was rewarded with the same sweet flavor. It made her mouth start watering, even though she had only eaten an hour ago. And then Silver noticed her body getting warm and her breathing getting heavier.

Mmm… is that what I think it is? But where is it coming from…?

Right now, Silver’s mind had been overloaded from her homework and her mother, so she couldn’t think as clearly as she wanted to. Getting up, she made her way outside the study, following the scent.

Sure enough, the aroma grew stronger once she left the room. Now that it was more potent, she could identify it.

Love, mixed with an undercurrent of a more subtle lust. Familial love. Something she was very familiar with. The added lust was nice too, which began to make Silver’s hands shake and her breathing heavier.

But where is it coming from? Silver’s mind immediately jumped to the pheromone bottles that her mother had. They were kept in a locked cabinet in the loft, on the secret fourth floor. Perhaps she had decided to crack it open? Even if they were able to smell it without reacting, it was still a nice scent.

After following the aroma down the halls, Silver deduced that it wasn’t coming from the fourth floor, but from the third.

Ascending the marble stairway to the third floor, Silver followed her nose all the way down the corridor and past the balcony to a door she knew very well from her younger years. Her mother’s room.

“Did she bring some of the pheromones to her room?” Silver followed the smell with her eyes closed, wanting to get a better sniff. “No fair…”

Her mother had banned her from getting any of the pheromones from the fourth floor, letting her know of the dire consequences for doing so too. And without the recipe, mixing up her own bottles would be nigh impossible.

Creeping along the hall, she continued to take more sniffs at the smell, smelling more of the lust than love now that she was closer. It began to make the spot between her legs warmer, but she managed to stay on her feet, more used to it now than the first few times.

Finally arriving at her mother’s door, Silver’s legs were trembling from the smell. Deciding that enough was enough, she pinched her nose and raised her free hand to knock. Before her hand could touch the door, her sensitive ears began to pick up something coming from inside her mother’s room, realizing she had actually been hearing it from about halfway down the hall; she didn’t think much of it until now.

There were faint slapping sounds, as if someone were running across a wet floor wearing flip flops. And then a little louder than that was the voice of her aunt, emitting something like a gasp every time one of the flip flop sounds were heard.

What on earth is going on in there?

Silver stood behind the door, unmoving, clutching her hands to her chest. Whatever the sounds were, they were somehow breaking down her defenses holding her lust back. Silver Rose stepped away from the door, breathing heavily. Her fangs slid down and into view, which Silver had learned was never a good sign. She was losing control.

“Is this punishment enough for you?” She heard heard her mother ask.

“Mmghh…” Silver heard Ivory’s voice. “I can… take more… aahh!”

Are they doing what I think they’re doing? Silver thought, unable to stop the torrent of lewd images that flooded her mind. She soon found a hand going under her skirt, touching a spot on her panties which was now wet. I didn’t think they’d still be at it… I’ve given them a few hours…”

Wrestling with whatever semblance of control she had left, Silver, keeping her nose pinched, marched swiftly away from her mother’s room and down to the first floor, and then outside into the cool of the night. Out and into the garden, where all manner of flora (mostly poisonous varieties) grew. She took her hand off her nose, relieved to smell nothing but the plants and flowers all around her.

Taking the time to breathe the fresh air, Silver managed to retract her fangs and cool her temperature, though she couldn’t do anything about her panties and the itchiness under it.

“Just perfect…” she mumbled to herself. “They’re up there doing who knows what, and I can’t even go near them without… losing it. Perfect. I hope whatever Aunt Ivory has planned works, because having mother stewing in her own anger just tastes bad.”

Unable to go up to her room because of the smell, Silver decided to amuse herself by watering the garden. Picking up the watering can, she began to drizzle the clear liquid onto a patch of belladonna.

This should take me a good hour.

Silver hoped her aunt and mother would be done by then, or she would have to resort to sleeping outside. Or at least, in a guest room.