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{Isabella}
Isabella moaned around a mouthful of sausage, her tail swishing happily as she sat beside Kimiko at their breakfast table.
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[Ahhhh, gotta hand it to her, auntie can cook! Nothing’s better,] She thought, deliberately ignoring how the way she was eating the sausage made her mother’s eyes darken with desire. [Well, maybe ONE thing...]
The front door opened, and Isabella’s ears perked up as Melisa walked in.
"Mel!" Isabella bounced in her seat. "Perfect timing! Want to come help me plan the showcase? I’ve got some ideas that’ll blow your mind... among other things~"
But Melisa just shook her head, looking apologetic.
"Can’t today, Izzy. Zephyra wants me at the palace. Something about analyzing that healing spell I made."
Isabella’s tail stopped mid-swish.
[The spell that brought Mom back...]
"Oh," Isabella tried to keep her voice light. "Guess I’ll have to blow something else then."
Melisa rolled her eyes fondly.
"I’m sure you’ll manage. Try not to traumatize any merchants while I’m gone!"
As Melisa left, Kimiko reached over and ran her fingers through Isabella’s pink hair.
"Aww, is my baby girl sad that her girlfriend’s too busy to play?"
But Isabella couldn’t maintain her usual playful demeanor. That spell... she’d used it on her own mother. If there were side effects...
Kimiko seemed to sense her daughter’s mood shift.
"Hey," she said softly, turning Isabella’s face toward her. "What’s wrong?"
"It’s just..." Isabella bit her lip. "It’s nothing. I’m just wondering if..."
[What if I did something terrible to you?]
"... If you’re alright," Isabella finished.
Kimiko’s expression softened. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she pulled Isabella into her lap.
"Does this feel like something’s wrong with me?" she purred.
Isabella’s ears twitched.
"M-Mom..."
"Because I feel better than ever," Kimiko continued, one hand sliding up to grope Isabella’s perky tits through her thin nightshirt. "Strong enough to remind my little fox who she belongs to~"
[Fuck,] Isabella thought as her mother’s other hand wrapped around her throat. [She really knows how to distract me...]
"But what if-"
Kimiko silenced her with a deep kiss, her tongue claiming Isabella’s mouth just the way she liked.
"No more worrying," Kimiko ordered when they finally broke apart. "The only thing you need to think about right now is how you’re going to take Mommy’s fat cock like a good girl."
Isabella’s tail wagged as Kimiko lifted her up onto the breakfast table.
[Well,] she thought as her mother pushed her nightshirt up, [at least SOME things definitely haven’t changed...]
Maybe Melisa would find something concerning about the spell. Maybe there were side effects they didn’t know about. But right now, Isabella couldn’t bring herself to care.
After all, some problems were best solved with a good, hard fuck.
---
{Melisa}
Melisa sat in Zephyra’s study, surrounded by magical texts and glowing crystals.
The Court Sorceress’s purple eyes hadn’t left Melisa’s face for the past ten minutes as she explained her "creative process," which was starting to make Melisa’s tail twitch nervously.
[Maybe I shouldn’t have compared it to debugging code,] Melisa thought as Zephyra’s elegant eyebrow climbed higher. [These medieval fantasy types probably don’t appreciate software development metaphors.]
"So let me understand this correctly," Zephyra said, her voice carefully neutral. "You took several existing spells, broke them down into their component parts, and... what was the phrase you used? ’Smashed them together to see what stuck’?"
"Well, when you say it like that, it sounds bad," Melisa protested. "I prefer to think of it as... magical innovation!"
Zephyra pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Miss Blackflame, spell creation is an intricate art that takes years of study to master. It’s not something you just... improvise."
"But it worked!" Melisa’s tail swished defensively. "The king’s alive, Kimiko’s alive - I’d call that a success!"
"And yet," Zephyra leaned forward, "neither you nor I know exactly HOW it worked, do we?"
[She’s got me there,] Melisa admitted to herself.
"Look," Zephyra’s voice softened slightly. "I need you to be completely honest with me. What exactly went into this spell? What types of magic did you combine?"
Melisa fidgeted with her tail.
[Fuck it. If I can’t trust the Court Sorceress, who can I trust? Besides my ever-growing harem, obviously.]
"Promise you won’t freak out?"
Zephyra’s eyes narrowed.
"That is not a promising start to this explanation."
"Right, so," Melisa took a deep breath. "You know how Life Magic can heal things? Well, I was looking through some... restricted texts..."
"Miss Blackflame."
"...and I found this really interesting Blood Magic curse-"
"Blood Magic?" Zephyra’s voice could have frozen hellfire. "You used Blood Magic. In a healing spell. That you cast on the KING."
"In my defense," Melisa held up her hands, "the Blood Magic part was basically just for targeting! Like, you know how Blood curses can affect specific parts of the body? I just... reversed it! Made it heal those parts instead of harm them!"
Zephyra stared at her for a long moment.
"You reversed... a Blood curse."
"Yeah! See, the original curse was meant to deteriorate health from the inside out, right? So I thought, what if I could make it work backwards? Use the same targeting mechanism but with healing energy instead of harmful energy!"
"That’s not how Blood Magic works," Zephyra said faintly. "That’s not how ANY of this works."
"But it did work!" Melisa insisted. "I mean, yeah, maybe there are some weird side effects we don’t know about yet, but the basic principle is sound! It’s like when you’re debugging code and you find a bug that actually makes the program better-"
"Please," Zephyra held up a hand, "stop comparing forbidden magic to whatever ’coding’ is."
She stood and began pacing, her elegant robes swishing with each turn.
"This is... unprecedented. Combining Life and Blood Magic is theoretical at best, catastrophically dangerous at worst. And you just... did it. Because you thought it might work."
"When you say it like that..."
"Like what? Like it’s completely insane?" Zephyra stopped pacing to fix Melisa with an intense stare. "Because it is! You could have killed the king! Or worse!"
"Worse than killing him?"
"This is Blood Magic, Miss Blackflame. There are always things worse than death."
[Well, that’s ominous as fuck,] Melisa thought.
Zephyra returned to her desk, pulling out fresh parchment.
"I need time to analyze this properly. Come back tomorrow - and bring ALL your notes about the spell’s creation. Every detail, no matter how small."
Melisa nodded, standing to leave.
"And Miss Blackflame?"
"Yes?"
"Perhaps... refrain from any more magical experimentation until we understand what you’ve done? The last thing we need is you accidentally creating a spell that turns people inside out or something equally horrifying."
"That’s ridiculous," Melisa scoffed. "Though now that you mention it..."
"Out!" Zephyra pointed to the door. "Before you get any more dangerous ideas!"
As Melisa hurried out, she couldn’t help but wonder what other impossible things she might be capable of.
[Maybe Isabella’s right,] she mused. [I should probably start keeping better records of my magical experiments. Just in case I accidentally create something else world-changing.]
Though honestly? Given her track record, that seemed pretty likely anyway.
---
Melisa’s tail dragged behind her as she made her way home, her ears still ringing with Zephyra’s words about Blood Magic and "unprecedented danger" and "things worse than death."
[At least she didn’t outright ban me from the palace,] Melisa thought, trying to find a silver lining. [Though maybe being banned would be better than more lectures about ’proper magical theory.’]
The smell of something delicious hit her nose as she entered the house, and she followed it to find Margaret in the kitchen, humming softly as she washed dishes. Without a word, Melisa wrapped her arms around her mother’s waist from behind, pressing her face between Margaret’s shoulder blades.
Her hands ended up half-wrapped around her massive tits but, well, neither Melisa nor Margaret minded.
"Long day?" Margaret asked, not stopping her cleaning but leaning back slightly into the embrace.
Melisa made a pathetic whining sound that made Margaret chuckle.
"Want some dinner, sweetheart?"
"Yeeeees," Melisa mumbled into her mother’s back, sounding absolutely pitiful.
Margaret set down the plate she was washing and turned in Melisa’s arms, pressing a kiss to her daughter’s lips.
"It’ll be ready in about twenty minutes. Why don’t you go get changed while I finish up here?"
"Do I smell that bad?"
"I did not say that."
"I’ll take a shower."
[Twenty minutes is enough time for a quick cry into my pillow,] Melisa thought, nodding glumly.
She trudged up the stairs to her room, already imagining face-planting into her bed - only to freeze in the doorway, her tail suddenly very much not drooping anymore.
In her room was her roommate, Raven, lying in bed, on her stomach. She was reading something, wearing only a black thong she absolutely had to have borrowed from Isabella.
[Holy. Fucking. SHIT.]
"Well?" Raven asked, not quite smirking but definitely heading in that direction. "Are you going to come in? Or just stand there catching flies with your mouth?"
Melisa’s brain briefly short-circuited as she tried to process the sight before her.
[Okay, focus,] she told herself. [You’ve seen her naked before. You’ve HAD her naked before. This isn’t... oh fuck, has she always had abs like that?]
"I... uh..." Melisa swallowed hard. "Raven?"
"That is my name," Raven confirmed, definitely smirking now. "Though I have to say, I prefer how you screamed it last time."
[Last time...] The memory of Raven writhing beneath her made Melisa’s knees weak.
She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her.
[Dinner can wait.]
"Not that I’m complaining," Melisa said, her eyes trailing over Raven’s body, "but what brought this on?"
Raven sat up, the movement doing interesting things to her breasts that made Melisa’s mouth water.
"Heard you got called to the palace," Raven said, reaching out to hook her fingers in Melisa’s belt loops. "Figured you might need some... stress relief. Plus, I..." Her voice became softer, the way it usually was, "I missed you."
"It was just a couple of days."
"So?" Raven’s brow twitched and she smirked again.
[God, when did she get so smooth?] Melisa wondered as Raven pulled her closer.
"That’s... very thoughtful of you," Melisa managed, her breath catching as Raven’s fingers slipped under her shirt.
"Mm, I’m a very thoughtful person," Raven purred, pressing a kiss to Melisa’s stomach. Her hand roamed lower. One perfect index finger slid up Melisa’s pussy over her panties. "Now, are you going to tell me what’s got you so wound up? Or should I just start unwinding you anyway?"
Melisa’s tail curled with pleasure as Raven’s lips traced lower.
[Fuck, how am I supposed to think when she’s doing THAT?]
"It’s just..." Melisa gasped as Raven nipped at her hip. "Zephyra thinks I’m being reckless with magic and- oh FUCK!"
"Less talking about the Court Sorceress," Raven mumbled against Melisa’s skin, "more moaning my name."
[Well,] Melisa thought as Raven pulled her down onto the bed, [who am I to argue with that kind of logic?]
And so, Melisa quickly dove in, her tongue quickly embracing Raven’s as it likes to do.