Expert mediation.

Tiffany shoots her load at Kathrine’s face. Her futa jizz flies a little high and it splashes onto Kathrine’s glasses with a dash landing on her forehead. Kathy straightens her posture and stumbles back.

“Wh-what was that?” Kathrine takes off her glasses. “Was that… a dick…in your hand? …Did you just…bukkake me? …What the fuck…”

Still scowling Kathrine looks at her goopy glasses and at the two sisters. Her movements have become lethargic. It's taking her effort just to focus. Tiffany and Emelia stare back at her and begin to worry. Kathy starts to reach for her forehead.

“Kathy! Lick your glasses!” Tiffany suddenly shouts.

“Huh?”

“Hurry Kathy! You have to lick your glasses!” Emelia joins in.

“Why should I…” Kathrine says dully then shifts focus to the cum on her glasses.

“Hurry up Kathy! Do it! Do it before it drips!!”

“Kathy lick it! Hurry up and do it now! Lick your glasses!!”

“Um…”

“Lick it Kathy, lick it!!!”

“Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it!!!”

Feeling overwhelmed Kathrine brings her glasses to her mouth and slides her tongue on the lens. She pauses. Her mouth hanging open she exhales with satisfaction. Kathy resumes licking her glasses breathing slowly and heavily until she has wiped them clean.

“Oohhh…that’s good,” says Kathrine lazily.

Tiffany stands up triumphantly. “Kathrine Driver, you are now completely under my control! You will still behave like you normally do every day, but you will also obey any order I give you! And you’ll keep this a secret from anyone who doesn’t already know.”

“Of course, I’ll do whatever you say,” Kathy says. She properly cleans her glasses. “I’m…kinda confused about what just happened.”

“Oh, right.” Tiffany responds. “I have magical jizz that lets me take control of anyone! Also I’m a futanari which explains why I even have jizz.”

“Ah, yes. I’ve heard that word before,” Kathrine puts her glasses back on. “Emelia used to never shut up about them. Makes sense in a way. So given what we now know should it be concerning how she clearly knew that futanari were “so damn amazing”?”

Emelia crosses her arms and glares at Kathrine. “Please. I didn’t need to have sex with my little sister to know it to be true! It’s empirical! Though some testing didn’t hurt…”

Kathrine has her hands placed on her hips and she raises an eyebrow.

Tiffany claps her hands. “Okay, I think we should get down to business! Em, go stand next to Kathy.”

“Good. Let’s try to clear the air. There are a lot of bad emotions that we need to get rid of. Um, now Em. I want you to look at Kathy and tell her what you think about her. How you feel about her. Be honest.”

“I really hate you. You do nothing but try to make my life miserable. You only signed up for this program just so you could personally ruin my career. I hate you. And, I pity you. It’s depressing that you can keep a grudge going for so long,” Emelia pauses. “It's sad…we used to be good friends if you can even remember…and now everything sucks.”

“That’s good! That’s very good,” says Tiffany. “Now you do the same Kathy.”

“I really hate you too! And yeah, it really sucks. Best friends 4ever! Not!! Also, we both wanted to go to the same school and have the same major since it seems you're the one who needs to be reminded. We did everything together…,” Kathrine says pensively before switching her tone back. “Anyway, I hate you for getting off without a scratch when you were the one who started all this!!”

“That’s a fucking lie!”

“Whoa, what happened?” Asks Tiffany.

“Long story short, Emelia stole someone’s boyfriend, and then I'm the one who gets dragged through the mud.”

“I. Did not. Steal him. And he came on to you.”

“He came on to you first!”

“He wasn’t even with Jessica at that time. It's fine!”

“No! He totally was! Do you see this?!” Kathrine turns to Tiffany. “She’s not so innocent!”

“Oh, thanks for throwing me under the bus like always!” Says Emelia. “Aren’t “best friends” supposed to have your back—”

“Yeah, and you were supposed to have my back! What the fuck happened there! Oh, right. You turned back-stabbing bitch—”

“You turned back-stabbing bitch!”

Emelia and Kathrine jump straight into incoherently shouting over each other. Tiffany tries to keep track of and put in order the events that led to this, but she soon discovers it is impossible task. Fearing that they’ll draw the attention of everyone in a five-mile radius Tiffany quickly leaps to shut them up.

“Shut the fuck up! Stop fighting already!” Emelia and Kathrine turn towards Tiff and restrain themselves from making any further noise.

“What the fuck are you two even on about?! ‘This assface was with this bitch but no, claims are valid or that's just trash’. Who cares?! That shit's old! Why are you still listening to those toxic cunts?!” Tiffany berates. “You're missing the point here. You used to be best friends. For so long! I remember Kathy used to come over every day. You two would hang out in Em's room for hours on end. Seeing stupid drama tear your friendship apart is so tragic. You can't hate each other forever because of this. You don't. You—”

Tiffany stops as a thought crosses her mind. Then she smiles.