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“Nnng, I’m almost… I’m close!” Psithyra moaned as Queen Chrysalis began to pound really hard and fast against her with the strapon.

The younger changeling’s face was still coated in her sister’s juices from licking at her exposed pussy earlier, especially around her mouth. Chrysalis also had plenty of juice on hers for doing the same, but right now, she was smiling and having too much fun running her strapon in and out of her sister.

“Nnng-ah!”

And then Psithyra arched her back and stiffened, riding out the waves of her orgasm with a screech. So powerful was her climax that her feet burst into green flames, talons crowning each toe by the time she collapsed back on the bed.

“That was nice, my little sister.” Chrysalis pulled out of Psithyra and tossed the wet strapon aside and leaned down, pushing her hair aside and kissing her on the lips.

Psithyra didn’t know how many times the maids had to keep changing their bedsheets in the last week; she almost felt sorry for them for having them to keep washing their mess.

“It was…” Psithyra breathed heavily, now looking up at the bed’s canopy. “Too good this time. Now I’ll have to cut my nails before going back to Ivory Wings… to pick up your daughter… And what a waste of love as well.”

“It’s not wasted if you enjoy it,” Chrysalis said fairly. I suppose we’d better get cleaned up. My daughter will be expecting you, and I need to be back in costume before heading off for work.”

“Haaah…” Psithyra lay there, feeling her sister’s hand slip into hers. “You’re really something else, my queen. It’s really a shame you’re not married anymore. Your husband would really enjoy your company like this, I’m sure.”

“Yes, I can assure you, he enjoyed me…” Chrysalis batted her eyelashes and sat by her sister’s side for the time being. “And about your expended love, I’m sure my daughter will have more to share when she gets back home today. Hmm… maybe I should buy her a strapon to use on that Sunny Flare…”

“Please don’t,” Psithyra said bluntly. “We don’t even know what her tastes are yet. If you insist that Silver Rose pursue this girl, it would be better to wait until we find out more about her before buying them sex toys.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure my daughter would’ve screwed her today, so perhaps Silver would already know some things about what Sunny Flare likes.” Chrysalis brushed her long teal hair with one hand, then looked down at her sister’s naked body with a smirk. “How do you think she did it? Maybe with her hands this time?”

“I should hope not…” said Psithyra with a frown. “There’s only so many times you can do another person in a school like that and not get caught. Wouldn’t surprise me if they have cameras installed.”

“Please, I’m sure my daughter is smart enough to have sex away from the cameras.” Chrysalis waved her hand dismissively.

“She shouldn’t even be having sex…” Psithyra grumbled.

“Oh hush, she’s old enough to know how it works.”

“Yes, but it doesn’t mean she should be doing it every chance she gets…” Psithyra let go of her sister’s hand and pushed herself up to a sitting position, brushing her messy purple hair out of her face.

“Well, if that’s how the relationship turns out, I don’t have any qualms with it.”

“You were the one who okayed this in the first place,” Psithyra said pointedly. “Don’t you think she’s already got her hands full with that Home Run character?”

“Shh,” Chrysalis said, tying back her long teal hair. “Let’s not play the blame game here. After all, it’s not like you objected to it either.”

“I did!” Psithyra glowered at her. “I strongly advised against it!”

“Well, try harder next time.”

“Are you for real?” Then Psithyra shook her head and got up, waltzing over to her sister’s bathroom. “You know what, nevermind. I need to get ready to pick up your daughter. ‘Try harder next time’,” she mumbled to herself, imitating her sister’s voice.

“I heard that.”

“She’s still in school. She’s still young. She shouldn’t even be having such…”

“Fun?” Chrysalis suggested innocently.

Psithyra picked up her sister’s cutters and sat down. “Such relationships, Chryssie. It’s not healthy for her.”

“Of course it’s healthy. Eating food is healthy. Are you trying to say it’s unhealthy to eat?”

Psithyra sighed in defeat. “You’re impossible sometimes, sister. You know that?”

“It’s because you know I’m right…” Chrysalis slinked into the bathroom behind her, leaning closeby against the edge of the sink’s tabletop.

The younger changeling snipped off her first talon and groaned. “What I meant was… It’s not healthy for a girl her age to be having sex all the time, Chryssie. Especially not for that Sunny Flare.”

“Well, I didn’t say she has to do it all the time.” Chrysalis walked beside her sister, putting her hands on her bare shoulders and massaging them.

“Well, if she can keep it to a minimum, that’ll be preferable.” The next toe talon dropped to the floor. “If someone does find out, expulsion will be leaving it lightly. It could very well appear all over the news, seeing as she’s your daughter, the daughter of the world acclaimed actress, Ebony Wings.”

“She’ll do fine. She’s not going to get caught.” Ebony leaned down and kissed her sister on the top of her head. “The more she does it, the more love she’ll be bringing home. Even you wouldn’t say no to more love, right?”

Psithyra sighed and cut off the next talon. “I wouldn’t say no to love, but there are safer ways of getting it.”

“Just leave it to Silver. She’ll figure all this out. She’s already had one relationship to try things out on.”

“Yeah, and that’s where we are now. She’s got two relationships. Don’t you think we’re taking this a little too lightly?” Psithyra looked up at her sister.

“Well, it’s not like she’s been having sex with that Home Run.” One of Chrysalis’ hands ventured over to Psithyra’s neck, gently caressing it. “Though, the love she brings home from that boy is quite tasty.”

“And that’s how her relationships should be. Slow and steady. This thing with Sunny Flare advanced too quickly.”

“Why don’t you just go pick her up? Then we’ll see what’s happened today and we’ll see how to move from there. How does that sound, Thyra?”

Psithyra finished the talons on one foot and shook her head with a small laugh. “You really are impossible, you know that?”

“Oh, I know, but like I said, it’s because you know I’m right.” Then Chrysalis leaned down and met her sister’s lips in a tender kiss.

“Oh, you may be impossible, but that doesn’t stop me from loving you any less,” Psithyra said after their lips separated.

“I know. And hey, don’t you have a niece to get ready to pick up? Speed it up, will you?” Chrysalis bent down and slapped Psithyra’s butt.

“Hey!”

“Okay, class, that’s all I have for you today,” Mr. Dee Wit, Silver Rose’s calculus teacher said, tapping his pen against the projector screen. “Remember, I want to see an improvement, or I’ll be putting more questions like that on your exam.”

The class groaned, and Silver was one of them who groaned louder than the others.

She thought she was finally getting it, but according to Mr. Wit, she still had much to learn. Home Run had been kind enough to help her out on some formulas at night when she had the time to text him, and true, with his help and Silver’s math tutor, she’d been getting better, but she was afraid it might still not be enough to ace the class.

“Not too happy about that, huh?” Sound Wave asked her as he turned on his headphones.

“Is anyone?” Silver panned a hand around the class.

“You have a point there.” Sound Wave zipped up his backpack. “Well, I’ll be seeing you, Silver Rose. Have a good study day ahead.”

“Ugh, that’s all there is to it… Studying…” Silver pouted and kept her things. Perhaps she should arrange a study date this weekend with Home Run, so he could teach her everything he knew on calculus.

Silver left class, first getting her textbooks from her locker, then a quick stop to the bathroom to relieve herself; she’d been holding it in since computer class. She hadn’t gone then, because Mr. Blue Screen had insisted on showing them a whole list of coding and they had to memorize it for the exam.

When she was sitting down on one of the many shiny toilet bowls, the young changeling’s ears suddenly began picking up a quiet sound. After concentrating a bit longer, it started sounding like whimpers, coming from one of the other cubicles in the restroom.

Silver didn’t know who it was just yet, but after a quick sniff, she found the smell and taste of sadness filling the bathroom, like a cloud over the whole restroom.

After cleaning herself up, Silver left the stall and raised her nose into the air. There was definitely a familiar aroma about it.

Someone I know… I do know a lot of people though...

Stalking around the bathroom, she finally discovered a stall that was locked. The crying sounds seemed to be coming from within.

“Hello?” Silver called. “Is everything alright in there?”

There was a series of sniffings, before someone answered. “S-Silver…? Is that y-y-y-you…?”

“Canvas?” Silver peered through the crack between the door and the wall of the cubicle, something that had bugged her at first. How could you possibly do your business in peace when there was a crack for people to look through?

And there she was. The pink haired artist was sitting on top of the toilet bowl seat, wiping at her eyes and nose.

“Canvas, what’s wrong?” Silver asked, stepping away from the door and looking around for anyone else in the bathroom. Thankfully, it was deserted, with most of the students having hurried home to study.

“I-It’s n-nothing…” the artist said from inside, still sniffling.

“Come on, that doesn’t sound like nothing.”

“Well… It’s… I di-di-didn’t want you to kn-know, Silver… I’m not as t-tough as I se-seem… I usually, um, come here at the end of the d-day if s-something happens.”

“What happened, Canvas?” Silver put her hand on the cubicle door, like it could help calm her friend down. “You can tell me.”

There was another sniffle on the other side. “W-Well… It’s just C-Crystal Lul-Lullaby and Cold Fo-Forecast. They… They ripped up one of my ske-ske-sketches…”

Then there was another wave of whimpering.

“This isn’t the first time this has happened, is it?” Silver said quietly. She had known that Canvas was the target of people who thought her to be strange, but she usually seemed to brush it off. She didn’t know Canvas actually took it all to heart and came here to let it out.

“N-No, it isn’t,” Canvas whispered.

“And it’s usually these two?” Silver inquired suspiciously.

“Usually Crystal…”

“That doesn’t seem like a very nice thing to do,” Silver said, more to state the obvious to herself than to make a point to Canvas.

The artist didn’t say anything on the other side. Silver peeked through the crack again and saw she was shaking her head.

Seeing Canvas Splash, her first friend, in such a state brought an unusual feeling to Silver. It was like there was a fire smoldering in her chest, and it wouldn’t go out. Rather, it seemed to grow more heated the more she stood there, watching Canvas cry in the cubicle. Her fingers drew into hooks, and she felt the tips begin to warm up.

With a certain amount of effort, Silver forced her fingers to uncurl and cool down. She had a strong desire to find Crystal Lullaby and introduce her to her friend, Mister Fist, but odds were that she had already left for home. Besides, she thought glumly, getting into a fight wasn’t good for her or her family’s reputation. Still, she wished there was some way to help Canvas out.

“Canvas,” Silver said eventually. “May I come in?”

“Uh-umm…” the girl inside sniffed. “S-Sure… Let me get th-the door.”

There was a click as Canvas pulled back the metal slide that kept her door closed and the door soon opened inward. The artist’s cheeks were stained with her tears and some of her makeup, which was trailing long pink lines down her face.

Overflowing with sympathy, Silver went into the stall and enclosed Canvas in a smothering hug, one that Canvas almost recoiled from at first but then sank into.

“It’s going to get better, Canvas. I promise.”

“Th-thanks, Silver…” The girl sobbed against Silver’s shoulder. “Thanks for al-always standing up for m-me.”

“Oh, Canvas. That’s what friends do, right? I only wish I could have done more…”

It took a little while longer for Canvas to stop crying, but eventually, Silver’s hug was enough to calm the artist down and she wiped the last of her tears from her eyes.

“Thanks, Silver. I think I’ll be okay now.” Canvas plucked off some of the toilet paper and dabbed her cheeks, wiping off her smeared makeup. “I’m sorry I’ve never told you how much it all affected me.”

“How you feel is important to me, Canvas,” Silver said earnestly. “We’re friends. I’m sure I can do something to make Crystal Lullaby and Cold Forecast leave you alone.”

“I look forward to that…” Canvas nodded and tossed the used paper into the toilet bowl. “I’m glad you’re my friend, Silver. You’re nothing like the others.”

No, I’m worse. Much worse.

But outwardly, Silver gave her friend an encouraging smile and patted her on the shoulder.

“Well, I’ve got to get home soon or my mother will have a fit. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright, Canvas?”

“Alrighty. I’ll see you tomorrow, Silver.” Canvas made a small smile and waved.

After a quick sniff to make sure her friend was really okay, Silver Rose left the restroom and headed out of school, where she saw her aunt was already waiting, as usual.

The sun seemed to be a little brighter than usual, but Silver guessed it was because summer was almost upon them. Exams were all that stood between them and a hot and fun break.

“Hey, sweetie,” Ivory Wings said as soon as her niece opened the car door. “Sorry I was a little late. I had to deal with some things your mother brought upon me. How was school?”

“Oh, I was running a little late too. I had to cheer up a friend of mine.”

“This friend doesn’t happen to be Sunny Flare, is it?” Ivory looked at her through the rearview mirror. “And I don’t smell anything on you. Today didn’t have another… roll in the hay session, right?”

“Huh? Uh, no, if I think you’re saying what I think you’re saying.”

“Oh. Well, good.”

Silver slumped back in her seat as they began the drive back home. She thought of how distraught Canvas had been, and her thoughts darkened as she envisioned what she might do to Crystal Lullaby and Cold Forecast the next day.

“Aunt Ivory,” Silver said slowly. “How much trouble do you think I would be in if I got into a fight at school?”

The older changeling almost jammed down on the brakes when she heard that. “What are you saying, sweetie? Why do you want to get in a fight?”

“Well, maybe not a fight,” Silver Rose backpedaled. “Say I just punched someone or something. Would mother be angry about it?”

“I certainly will be. What’s this about?”

It didn’t take long for Silver to relay her friend Canvas Splash’s predicament to her aunt. Ivory Wings nodded slowly throughout the whole telling, but at the end, the ghost of a smile lingered on her face.

“So. You want to put a little fear into this Crystal Lullaby and this Cold Forecast,” Ivory said, licking her lips. “I believe I can help you with that, but if I do, you’ll get no sleep tonight.”

“I’m fine with that, Aunt Ivory. As long as they stop hurting my friend.” Silver recalled all the sadness in the restroom. She had no idea all this time that Canvas was dealing with all this on her own, but no more. Now that she knew how much they hurt her, Silver wasn’t just going to sit back and let it continue.

“I assume they keep all the students’ particulars at school?” Ivory asked as she drove on.

“I guess. I mean, all this school business is still quite new to me. I’m guessing Principal Cinch will have them in her room or something.” Silver shrugged. “Why?”

“Because I believe I have the beginnings of a plan in which we can deliver a bit of our own little brand of justice, and help your artist friend at the same time. Interested?”

She told Silver the plan. She was interested.

“Woah… how devious,” Silver giggled. Now it was abundantly clear why she was the queen’s foremost tactician. “And you think we can pull if off tonight?”

“I don’t see why we can’t. We just need to check with your mother and, um, persuade her to let you leave tonight.” Ivory gassed the pedal as soon as the traffic light turned green. “And you need to make sure you finish all your homework and studying before we leave, okay?”

“Oh, I already got my homework done at school,” Silver said brightly. “And studying won’t take too long.”

“Good!” Ivory smirked. “Then we make our move after dinner. Eat quickly; there’s a lot to do.”

As soon as they arrived home, Silver Rose watched her aunt park the car and the strode off into the house, heading for Ebony Wings’ room. Silver herself scurried off to the study to get a head start on her revision. The sirens waved at her as she passed them in the second floor living room, leading Silver to wonder whether CHS had exams too. The sirens certainly didn’t seem that concerned about them if there were any.

A good hour into her studying, there was a knock on the study door. Silver turned, and saw her mother dressed in her jeans and t-shirt, a sure sign she was heading out.

“I’ll be leaving soon, dear.” Ebony combed at her long black hair with her hands. “How’s your studying coming along?”

“Oh, that?” Silver smiled nervously. “It’s coming along great. Did… did Aunt Ivory tell you about her plan?”

Ebony smirked. “Why, yes she did. And I told her that she is free to use whatever resources I have here at the manor to carry it out. I understand you’re involved too?”

“Yes, mother.”

“Just make sure you don’t go off on your own. I don’t want anything happening to you, okay?”

“Yes, mother.”

“Good. Now, I’m going to the Canterlot studio for a filming session. I probably won’t be back until late, but if your aunt’s plan is to be believed, you’ll be out a lot later. So good luck, and have fun.”

Ebony Wings then left the study with a cheery wave, almost bumping into Ivory Wings, who was approaching with several containers of some white substance.

“Sister,” she nodded as Ebony passed.

Once the actress was gone, Ivory walked into the study and placed the armful of containers on the desk.

“Right. I hope you’re done with your studying, because we have a lot of work to do, all before the sun rises tomorrow morning,” Ivory said, tapping a finger to her temple. “First, I need you to wash off your current persona and put these dyes on.”

“Oh, um, okay, Aunt Ivory.” Silver got up and brought the jars with her to the bathroom and swapped out her Silver Rose persona for the colors her aunt had given her.

The new persona consisted of chalk-white skin, alabaster hair, and even snow white contact lenses. The only element that wasn’t white was the eyeshadow, which she applied liberally around her eyes to make them appear larger than usual. When she got out of the shower, Ivory Wings was there waiting for her.

“Ah, good. You look the part. Now for the outfit. I think this will serve nicely.” She held out a long white dress. “Now, claws out.”

“Huh? But I just… applied the… dye…” She raised her hands and willed them to heat up. “Oh and Aunt Ivory? What are we calling this persona?”

“We can call it whatever you want to call it,” Ivory said coolly. “But you’re right. Leave the claws until after dinner. Then we can take care of repainting what gets burned off.”

“Okay, Aunt Ivory.” The young changeling thought about a name for a while. “How about Ghost Hollow?”

“Whatever you want, sweetie.” Ivory patted her niece on the head. “Now, why don’t we head down for an early dinner? The sun’s setting and we have a lot to do before it rises again.”

After having the earliest dinner she had ever eaten in her life, the newly made Ghost Hollow followed her aunt back to her bathroom, where she made her hands burst into green flames, reappearing with claws, the hands of a monster.

“And I’ll get that for you.” Ivory applied the white dye back on the girl’s hands and talons. “Oh, and dip them in this,” Ivory Wings held up a jar of red liquid.

“Th-that’s not… blood, is it?” Ghost looked at the jar hesitantly.

“It looks very realistic, doesn’t it?” Ivory Wings tittered. “It’s just a prop I borrowed from your mother. Fake blood.”

“Okay.” And she dipped her claws in them, coming back out stained with the fake blood. Now she really looked like she had just skewered someone.

“Last step before we head out,” Ivory said. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a black beanie, one that matched her already dark clothing. She swapped the hat for her glasses and she got into the car, with Ghost following suit. “Fangs out, and off we go!”

“Are you sure this is okay, Aunt Ivory?” Ghost did as she was told, feeling her fangs inch past her gums. “We’re not exactly at Halloween yet. What if someone sees me?”

“The windows are tinted. And as for people seeing you, that won’t happen until we need it to.”

“Okay, Aunt Ivory.”

“Now, first stop, Crystal Prep Academy.”