Go have sex in the kitchen

Another door slam startles your collection of world-renowned chefs as you and Philia barge in. Gawd do you just love slamming doors. It makes you feel powerful and in charge, so you've installed double doors to any rooms that you yourself could ever think of going in. That is to say: all of them.

Sophie: "Alright folks, you're all getting two day vacation as of this moment. Here's your royal decree for a spot on the next plane to Iiawah. Be back at..."

You check your phone for the time.

Sophie: "11:05, two days from now."

You hand the head chef a document hastily written with black, strangely odored ink. He looks at it, and then back up at you and Philia.

Head Chef: "What will Your Highness eat in ze meanwhile?"

Sophie: "(Oh mostly Philia here).

Head Chef: "Excusez-moi?"

Sophie: "Eh, YOU DIDN'T HEAR ME SAY THAT."

You lift your phone up and a flash of light blinds the kitchen staff momentarily. This is a memory erasing app that you have on your phone. Of course, nobody in your staff is aware that you have such a thing at your disposal, because your science department was conveniently memory-erased after installing it.

As per your previous command, none of the kitchen staff can remember your comments about eating out Philia. The staff vacates quickly, leaving you and the other Queen alone.

Philia: "Isn't it cheating for our little game to change their memories like that?"

Sophie: "YOU DIDN'T SEE ME USE A MEMORY WIPE."

Another flash, and your words become true to her. You and Philia proceed to taint just about every surface in the kitchen with hair and lovejuices. You also decide to show off the results of your genetic alterations to Philia: rolling up a large cast iron pan into a useless metal burrito with your bare hands. Well not useless of course, it still doubles as an excellent dildo.

The two of you decide that the freezer counts as a separate room, and the counter ticks over to five. Here your nipples are stiff enough to gouge holes into the stainless steel walls as Philia rocks you needily against the wall. Your breath is visible as a frosty puff of vapor, constantly billowing out in rhythm with your open-mouthed gasps.

Philia is shocked when the freezer door suddenly closes behind you, locking you in. You wave her off by folding the entire door in half.

Philia: "Holy balls, your augmentations most be pretty potent stuff!"

You strike a pose, flexing your tiny but extremely powerful biceps.

Sophie: "Heh, yeah. Would you want some as well?"

Philia: "Me? Well eh, you know how I feel- feel about the, you know, the purified bloodline and all, we-"

Sophie: "Oh but you've seen what this hot bod can do, right? You've felt me all around and inside of yourself. Doesn't it just get your juices flowing to see me so overpowered? Do you think you might be a better ruler with thrice as much brain power? Or the stamina to keep working for weeks at a time?"

Philia: "I... I don't know. Sophie, I'm torn!"

Sophie: "Tell you what, I'll take you to my lab, and we'll see what kind of modifications we can offer. Maybe they've even got something new that even I don't have! Wouldn't that be cool? And afterwards we could (fuck there as well)."

Your nose pressed lovingly against hers is the most convincing argument she's yet heard.

Philia: "I guess I could stand to take a look..."

As promised, you introduce Philia to your science department, namely the branch acquinted with genetic modifications, which coincidentally are of great interest to you.

Sophie: "'Sup my nekos. What's the newest juice in the gene news?"

Scientist 1: "Ah, Your Highness! Pleasure seeing you today, are... hold up, isn't that Queen Philia of Mckasa? I thought we were in the middle of a bitter trade war?"

Sophie: "Yeah we got that sorted out. Philia here's a big softie just like me, turns out. So anyways, she's lookin' to get some more oomph into her bloodline, you feelin'?"

Scientist 1: "I certainly am feelin', Your Highness. But this is important news! The trade war has greatly impeded out progress, and we can finally acquire several new types of genomes from the Mckasian Empire. Uh, if that suits you of course, Queen Philia."

Philia: "I'm alright with it."

Scientist 1: "Great!"

The geneticist turns to a colleague.

Scientist 1: "I need you to make a call to our Mckasian associates and ask them to send their unique material over."

Scientist 2: "Righty-o."

He turns back to you and Philia.

Scientist 1: "We'll likely have new tricks up our sleeve in half an hour or so."

Philia: "That's great, but I gotta say, I'm not, eh exactly on par with the process? Like I don't know what you can do with me, and even if I really want a modification."

Scientist 1: "Well then, the first thing about genetic modification is that it's best to start with matters where you consider yourself to be lacking."

Philia: "Aha."

Scientist 1: "What are the... the bottlenecks of your everyday life? What would you like to do better?"