"W-what I did?" Ashley stammered out, her body withering under the oppressive gaze of her immense sister and her friends. Ashley didn't understand what was going on; why there had been a report, much less why she had been named. She didn't understand why her sister's words had been said with such anger, why her eyes were focused on her with such apparent contempt. She hadn't done anything wrong! "I d-don't know w-what you're t-talking about!"

"Are...are you actually going to play ignorant?" Melody whispered in disbelief, her eyes widening. "Are you really going to sit there and tell me...tell us that you weren't involved with that Beta boy yesterday?"

Beta boy? Was...was she talking about little Jack? Ashley began to calm down, then, began to collect herself. That couldn't be right. Something must have gone wrong somewhere, a wire must have been crossed.

"Mellie, no, I...I mean yeah I was with a Beta for a bit yesterday but...I mean, I didn't do anything to him, or anything," she explained, composing herself.

"You didn't do anything?" Melody asked, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. "You're absolutely certain of that?"

"I am, Mellie. There must be some sort of misunderstanding or something. You know I wouldn't-"

"Wouldn't what?" Claire snapped, drawing Ashley's attention to the gigantic soccer star and her intense glare. "Throw a Beta in your shoe and then just...walk off with him? Or is that a misunderstanding?"

Ashley was taken aback by that. That was...sure, she had put the little guy in her shoe, but that....no, she was sure of it now. There was definitely a misunderstanding somewhere along the line. Someone must have seen her put the cute little thing in, or maybe taking him out, and gotten the wrong idea. That had to be it, really, what else could it be?

"No, hey, that...I mean yeah, I did do that, but I wasn't mean to him or anything! I didn't do it to hurt him, I wouldn't do that. You guys know that!"

"So why did you?" Jenna monotoned quietly from her right.

"It was just...just for fun, you know?" Ashley explained, an admittedly nervous smile on her face.

"Fun," Melody repeated, her solemn tone accompanied by a bodily tremble that shook Ashley's platform and prompted her to hold on tightly to the soft flesh she sat on. "How was this...fun for him, exactly?"

"Well I mean, I've seen the lil' guy around for a while now, when I was in that area, talked to him some. I catch him staring at my feet when I wear sandals, even if he doesn't have to. So I just thought it would be fun, y'know? For both of us."

And it would be a decent excuse to get to know him better, she thought. He was a cutie.

"And what," Claire breathed, "did he think about all that?"

"Oh, he loved it, just like I knew he would," Ashley intimated with a blushing smile. "I asked him if he enjoyed it, after I took him out. He could barely stutter out a "yes", it was so cute!"

Another tremble from her sister rocked the wide palm she was resting on, and for just a moment she thought the same motion had struck Claire What was their problem? In any case...

"So see," Ashley started, "it was really nothing. Do we need to talk to Mom to get this whole thing straightened out or something? It was just some harmless fun, see? No reason to get bent out of shape about it!"

"Harmless?" Claire suddenly hissed, that snarl returning. "You think what you did was harmless? He has fucking bruises, Ashley!"

It was Ashley's turn to shudder, then, as she processed that with her mouth hanging agape. Bruises? She had hurt him? But he hadn't said anything...she certainly hadn't intended to do that to him!

"That was...that was an accident," Ashley responded softly. "That wasn't supposed to happen. It shouldn't have..."

"What shouldn't have happened, Ashley, is that he shouldn't have been in your fucking shoe in the first place. You shouldn't have put him in a position to be hurt like that." Claire's scolding was stern, powerful. Ashley couldn't help but narrow her eyes. Was Claire of all people criticizing her on this? Seriously? "What were you thinking, Ashley? To believe you could just throw the guy in your shoe, go for a walk without-"

"Oh, please!" Ashley exclaimed with an angry shout, actually managing to cut the larger girl off with the surprise caused by her outburst. Melody or Jenna sitting there chastising her for something she had done accidentally, that would have been one thing, but she wasn't going to sit there and take it from the person who kept a...a fucking boytoy. "You don't...you don't get to talk to me like that! You don't!"

"Oh?" Claire asked caustically.

"Th-that's right! Not with...with what you do to that one guy! To..." Ashley paused, what was his name again? "...to Sean!"

That earned an arched eyebrow from the black-haired girl, and a strained silence filled the room as Claire's brown eyes focused on her.

"Tell me, then, Ashley, what I do to Sean," she eventually replied derisively. "Tell me what you think I do, I'm really curious."

"You," Ashley started with a gulp, "you put him in your shoes. You go walking, running with him in one. You've even taken him to practice with you, I know you have. I've heard about it." A small smile appeared on Claire's lips as Ashley spoke, but she remained silent, and that was all the smaller girl needed to continue. "Y-you've put him in your shirt, in...in other places. And," Ashley paused, another involuntary gulp overcoming her, "you swallowed him, once." Ashley's breathing had gotten a bit heavy with her outburst, her cheeks flushed, and a silence once more took the room.

"My, my," Claire eventually mused, that smile still on her face, "looks like I need to have a conversation with someone about privacy." A soft chuckle escaped her, and Ashley found herself being jarred from a sudden shift by Melody. A brief look at her sister's face gave the impression that it was an uncomfortable one, her amber eyes shifting away. Jenna, meanwhile, was still affixing her with that same uncomfortable gaze.

"You are right, of course," Claire continued calmly. "I have done those things with him. But if you think that makes me a hypocrite, you're sorely mistaken. There's one big difference between my actions and yours, Ash. Something I have that you don't, and that's the reason I have no problem at all with..."talking to you like that". It's why we're having this talk. Do you want to take a guess at what that difference is, Ashley?"

Ashley couldn't help but hmph. That was a dumb, easy question. Just one look down at the soft, fleshy palm that she sat on, a look at her massive sibling peering down on her, judging her. A look over at the also titanic Claire, the gargantuan Jenna. All three of them looming over her, like the loomed over everything else. The answer was obvious.

"I guess because you're an Omega, and I'm not," she answered flatly. Claire's smile vanished, her eyes softening for a moment before narrowing.

"Ashley," Melody stated softly "that's not-"

"Don't bother, Melody," Jenna interjected sternly. "If that's what she wants to think, let her. It's just one more lesson to teach before the day is done."

..Lesson?

Ashley once more looked to Jenna, and within a second of studying her friend's face, she wished she hadn't. She recognized the face she wore now. Those predatory eyes, that anticipatory smirk. Both directed squarely at her. Another first for the day.

"Let's get started, Melody," the strawberry-blonde suggested, her gaze not breaking.

"Get...started?" Ashley asked, confused, turning to face her sister once again, finding comfort in her gentle eyes.

"You got very lucky, Ashley," Melody explained softly, sadly, "on several fronts. The least of which is that you're two years too young for this report to really effect you. Just two more years, little sister, and this would have been a Class C offense. You would have been taken from us for a month, Ashley, and given to an Omega somewhere out of town. Kept in a little terrarium with nothing to do but exercise and read. Occasionally taken outside for community service."

A nervous gulp halted Melody for a moment as Ashley processed that. She would have been taken....jailed for what she did? But...why? She didn't understand what she had done wrong, it had just been...she had just had fun with the little guy, she hadn't even meant to hurt him!

"And once a week," Melody continued, "you would have been disciplined. For anywhere from 20 minutes to two hours, you would have been at the mercy of your warden, subject to any disciplinary action labeled as appropriate for Class C or below."

"And the thing is, Ashley, I...we don't think you should get to escape from that. Not entirely. Because there are so many things you need to understand, Ashley, about what you did. About what you could have done. About what could have been done to you."

"Mellie?" Ashley found herself muttering. What...what was this? Why had that coldness returned? Why was her body tightening up again?

"We're going to do a session, Ashley. Right here, right now. Thirty minutes, Class C restrictions."

Ashley's throat was dry, her body steadily trembling. This...Melody had to be joking, right? Her big sister couldn't be saying this, planning this. Melody didn't...

"You're going to spend ten minutes with me," Melody stated,"...then Claire." Ashley looked at Claire once more. Her face had become terrifyingly unreadable. "...And then Jenna." A violent shudder struck Ashley then, as she turned to face Jenna, a feeling of terror overcoming her as she again looked into those hungry eyes.

Suddenly, she found that she was ascending. Melody was lifting her hand, along with its passenger. Ashley continued to lock eyes with Jenna like a deer caught in the headlights, but eventually managed to break it off. As she turned to look at her big sister once more, though, her face was impacted with two soft, pillowy objects.

Melody's lips. Pink, full, infinitely soft and speckled with trace amounts of saliva. They pressed lightly into the side of her face, lingering for just a second before being removed.

"I love you, Ashley," Melody stated sincerely. "You're one of the most precious people in the world to me...and to Claire, and to Jenna. Even if you hate me...hate us after this, I'm still going to love you. I always will. And it's because I love you...because we love you, that we're doing this. Because we never want you to make this mistake again, for your own sake."

And then Ashley was being lowered once more in awful, dreadful silence. She was frozen, with no idea what to do, what to say, as she simply continued to look up at her towering sibling's face as it continued to move farther and farther away. As Melody leaned over momentarily, to place her palm on the carpeted floor before using her thumb to casually and effortlessly slide her smaller sister from it's soft, comforting surface and onto the floor, in front of her right foot and separated from it by only a few feet. Ashley regained her footing, but stood stock still as she observed Melody's face and torso disappear beyond her towering knees. Claire and Jenna could still be seen, however, both observing her with their same expressions. Ashley wanted to run, to try to make a break for somewhere they couldn't get her, at least until her mother returned home, but her body wouldn't listen. All she could do was stare.

"Start," Claire stated suddenly, without emotion.

Melody's boulder-sized toes curled inward then, beneath the taut black cotton of the sock. Momentarily mesmerized, Ashley simply looked forward, tilting her head in curiosity at the motion. She had no time to react as the massive foot suddenly slid forward, as the toes unfurled as such to strike her in the stomach and send her onto her back. Her eyes went wide as the white, infinitely high ceiling above was suddenly and steadily replaced with a much lower one, a ceiling of black cotton.

The bottom of her sister's foot.

"Mellie..." Ashley croaked dryly, her voice returning as that ceiling began to lower in what seemed like slow-motion. "Mellie, please don't," she pleaded, her voice quiet and scratchy. "Mell-"

Ashley's words were interrupted, her voice forced into silence as the sole of her big sister's foot landed atop her, smothering her, sandwiching her between meaty sole and beige carpet.