Author's Note: Hey-ho, it's the author again! Wow, I picked a really bad time to start writing this fic. Not only have I just finished moving into a new apartment, my first year of university's starting soon, and I'll probably be busy with classes. I've also been a bit blocked, lately.

So, yeah, updates might be a little slower from now on. However, I assure you that I will still try to get new chapters out to you guys as soon as possible. Please be patient!

In the meantime, I'm Captain Dodge – thank you, and have a nice day!

Even after Lincoln left the police station with his father, his scent still lingered. Lincoln's sisters (now joined by their mother) continued to howl and pound on the bars of their cell, intent on finding him. No matter what the guards threatened them with, they would not relent – at least for long.

It was a long night at the police station that night.

But morning came, and the pheromone's effects began to wear off. No longer overwhelmed by their lust, the Loud girls suddenly started to feel the aches, bruises, and sprains they had sustained the day and night prior, as well as the exhaustion from being awake and very active all night. Unable to think about anything else, each of them found a spot to lie down and try to sleep their injuries off.

And strangely enough, each of them (barring their mother) had the same strange dream. Details varied from sister to sister, but the main premise was that they were having sex with Lincoln, and everyone was watching them.

It was horrifying, almost nightmarish… and yet, for some strange reason, none of them wanted to wake up.

When they did wake up, the pain hadn't gone away. The first thing that they realized as they looked around was that they were naked, and they scrambled to cover themselves with whatever they could find. Once they were as decent as possible, they looked around… and noticed that they were in a cell, guarded by menacing policemen in gas masks.

Confusion turned to panic. With one mind, the sisters ran up to the bars and started shaking them, shouting and begging to know where they were, and why they were there. The guards responded by pulling out their stun guns and firing them up. One look at the electrical arcs flashing between the electrodes was enough to make the sisters recoil, almost instinctually.

They huddled together, frightened. What was happening to them? Were they still dreaming? The pain felt real enough. But if it was real, where did it come from? The entire situation jarred them. It felt so real, but it seemed so unreal…

Then the memories of the dream started to come back to them.

But as they all put two and two together, they slowly realized that it wasn't a dream.

And they all realized what they had done.

(…)

"Come on! Fuck me, Lincoln! Fuck me hard!"

"Someone! Please hel – MMPH!?"

"Less talking, more licking, bro!"

(…)

Reactions were mixed. Lori looked down to the floor and whispered, "No." She repeated it over and over, slowly increasing in volume, until she was kneeling down, clutching her head, and screaming it.

Lola paced back and forth, trying to deny that it had ever happened – that it was all a dream, that she was still dreaming right now. After all, she told herself, she was a princess – incapable of doing any wrong, least of all something like that.

Lisa sat on the bench in the cell, not saying a word. She closed her eyes, and silently broke down, tears streaming down her normally stoic face.

But the others simply found a place to sit or lie down, and stayed there in a stupor.

Mrs. Loud attempted to console them as best she could, but even she found herself at a loss for words. She remembered the night before perfectly – how she had lost control, and attempted to victimize her already-victimized son. Although the police had thankfully stopped her from following through with her intentions, she knew that she was just as guilty as her daughters – and that there was little comfort she could provide as a result.

As the day wore on into night, Lola started to become angry. She stopped pacing and muttering to herself and ran up to the bars. As she was the only one doing this, the guards didn't move.

"HEY! Hey, you!" Lola shouted to one of the guards. "Let me out of here! I-I swear, I-I-I haven't done anything wrong!"

The guard did not respond. Mrs. Loud looked wearily at her young daughter. "L-Lola…" she said, "stop, please…"

Lola started to shake the bars again. "Do you know who I am? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! I am LOLA LOUD! All time Royal Woods pageantry circuit champion?! YOU LET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW BEFORE I DESTROY YOU!"

The guard unholstered his stun gun and said in a low voice, "Miss, please step away from the bars."

Now fearing for her safety, Mrs. Loud ran up to Lola and restrained her, trying to calm her down. But Lola squirmed out of her mother's arms, ran back up to the bars, and shook them harder.

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!" she screamed. "YOU CAN'T – YOU – IT'S NOT – I – RRRAAAAAGGGHHH!" Losing all sense of coherency, Lola started pounding, tugging, and gnawing on the bars.

"HEY!" The guard fired up his stun gun and stepped up to her. "I told you to KNOCK THAT OFF!"

He thrusted the stun gun into the cell, and zapped poor Lola.

Lola screamed and convulsed as the current blazed through her body. As the guard pulled back, she fell backwards, writhing and twisting in agony. As she sobbed on the cold, hard floor, Mrs. Loud crawled over on her hands and knees and cradled her. She turned to her other daughters and started to ask for help… but they were still sitting or lying where they were, staring into oblivion.

Because the memories just wouldn't stop coming.

(…)

"Hey! Get back here!"

"S… Someone… Anyone… PLEASE – AH!?"

"Gotcha! Now come here…!"

"Ack –! No…! Let me go…!"

(…)

Lori cried even harder. As Lola lay whimpering on the floor, Mrs. Loud turned her head upwards to face the guard.

"Please," she said, "just tell me… What's going to happen to us?"

The guard lifted his mask just enough so it wouldn't muffle his words. "You and your daughters are to be held here until the case is brought to trial, where they will be called to testify as needed," he said. "As none of your daughters are over the age of 18, they will be tried in a juvenile court. If the court finds your daughters guilty, they will be moved to a juvenile detention center."

"No!" Mrs. Loud cried.

The guard held up his hand. "But, if they are found not guilty, then they will return here."

"What? Why?"

"Detective Flanagan's orders. Supposedly, it's for the safety of your son."

Lori's head shot up. "Lincoln…" She ran up to the bars and grasped them tightly, looking the guard straight in the eyes. "Please, officer," she said, "please… We need to see him… We need to –"

The other guard unholstered his stun gun again. Lori yelped and scurried back.

The first guard spoke up again. "You are all to remain in this cell until further notice." And that was the end of it.

And so, time passed. The days went by. Most of the girls had little else to do except sit and continue to be overwhelmed by everything that was happening to them. Lola resorted to begging, attempting to bargain with the officers.

"Please… Please… Let me out… I'll do anything… It's not my fault…"

The officers ignored her.

Eventually, Lola gave up, and joined her sisters in sitting and staring blankly, deeply depressed. She had to accept that what happened was real, and she was just as much a participant as they were.

By the time the trial came, the pain hadn't gone away. The girls were told that Lincoln had been brought in to testify and to present evidence, but that he was not in court today – much to their dismay, although they strangely could not decide why. They told themselves that they wanted to apologize to him, but for whatever reason, that simply didn't sound true to them.

The trial was already stacked heavily in their favor. Lisa strengthened their case further by presenting her pheromone theory, which was corroborated by Detective Flanagan. The defense argued, weakly, that the theory was still unfounded. To settle the matter once and for all, the prosecutor, Miles Gavin, devised a little experiment.

To everyone's surprise (not least of all her own), Leni was called to the stand. "Ms. Leni Loud," Mr. Gavin asked her, "please forgive me for saying this, but… I am to understand that you are… not very smart?"

Leni's sisters gasped, offended, but Leni nodded. She was used to comments like that, although she didn't know why he had brought it up. "Yes…?"

"But you do remember and realize what you did?"

Leni hung her head. "Yes…"

"And you also realize that what you did was wrong?"

Leni started to tear up. "Y… Yes…"

"Ms. Loud…" Mr. Gavin's face turned dead serious.

"Do you regret what you did that day?"

(…)

"C'mon, Lincoln, shake those hips!"

"No… Please, don't…!"

"Come on, do it already!"

"No… Ah…!"

"Ahhn…! Come on, Linc, give it to me!"

(…)

Leni completely broke down. Burying her face in her hands, she started sobbing uncontrollably, only managing to choke out "Yes…!" in-between sobs.

At the defense's table, Mr. van Zandt noticed the sympathetic stares the display was getting from the jury, and he stood up. "Objection, Your Honor!" he said. "This… This is getting us nowhere!"

"Pardon me," Mr. Gavin replied, "but I'm not finished yet. Your Honor, if you would allow me to finish…?"

The judge nodded, and banged the gavel. "Objection overruled. Please continue, Mr. Gavin."

Mr. Gavin then procured a raincoat, which he put on, a vial of clear liquid, and a pipette.

"Ms. Leni Loud, when you look at me, do you feel any… attraction of any kind?" he asked.

Leni cocked her head. He wasn't ugly, but he wasn't particularly attractive, either. Also, the raincoat wasn't very fashionable, she thought. "Um… no?" she said.

Mr. Gavin held up the vial. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I have here a sample of androstenone, the alleged pheromone that caused the ra – the incident, as well as the same pheromone that Lincoln Loud was allegedly exposed to. And this…" He held up the pipette. "…is a reagent that tests for the presence of androstenone, the formula for which was kindly provided by Ms. Lisa Loud – tested and verified by EROS Industries to be accurate. As you can see…" He took the pipette and dropped a droplet into the liquid, which turned pink and started bubbling. Then, without warning, he dumped the contents of the vial on himself.

He turned back to Leni. "Now then, Ms. Loud, how do you feel?"

Leni went wide-eyed. "No… not this again… no…"

"Please, Ms. Loud. Look at me, and tell me how you feel."

As fresh tears formed in Leni's eyes, a powerful odor flooded her nostrils. She began to feel strange… the same kind of strange she felt on that day.

"Well, Ms. Loud?"

"I… I feel…" Leni blushed. "I feel… hot."

The prosecutor nodded. "Mm… and?"

Leni rubbed her thighs together. "A… And… itchy."

"'Itchy'? Interesting…" Mr. Gavin stepped closer. Part of Leni wanted to say no, to tell him not to come closer; but a big part of her, growing bigger, did want him to come closer. "Now, tell me, Ms. Loud…"

He came so close, Leni could barely restrain herself.

"Do you feel attracted to me now?"

Leni salivated. "I… I…" She fought to keep control, but it was no use. A crazed grin spread across her face.

"Yes!"

Quick as a flash, Leni leaped off the witness stand and rushed towards Mr. Gavin like a wild animal. Although he had been expecting this, Mr. Gavin was still startled at how quickly she was moving, and stumbled backwards. Leni managed to grab hold of him, but just as she was about to rip his clothes off, the bailiff grabbed her and pried her hands off him.

As Leni was forced out of the courtroom, struggling all the while, Mr. Gavin carefully removed the raincoat and dropped it in a pre-prepared barrel labelled "Biohazard", which his assistant then wheeled out of the room. Recomposing himself, he turned to the jurors. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," he said, "you have seen that this pheromone is real, and you have seen the effects it has had on not only the Loud girls, but also – indirectly – their brother. As you have seen not only from Ms. Leni Loud, but also Mrs. Samantha Shropshire, who claimed to be of sound mind, the pheromone induces aggressive sexual behavior in otherwise perfectly normal females. Therefore, I ask you – who is to blame for this disaster? The Louds, who had no control over their actions? Or EROS Industries, which made the conscious decision to simply dump potentially dangerous chemicals down the drain, and thus enabled this insanity? The prosecution rests."

(…)

The Loud sisters were found not guilty due to temporary insanity, although that did nothing to ease their guilty consciences. They were placed back into their detention cell and forced to wait another month before they could be released.

Time passed. Tensions went high. Wracked with guilt and cooped up in a large cell made cramped by twelve people, the girls began to bicker over the smallest things, from accidentally stepping on someone's foot to simply getting too close. Sometimes, these quarrels ended up breaking out into fistfights, which Mrs. Loud and the guards were forced to break up. But in all of these arguments, no-one ever dared to address the elephant in the room… not even when the girls ended up having to leave for a special visit, for one reason or another.

Although the fighting stopped soon after that visit.

When the girls returned, the pain hadn't gone away. As the remaining month neared its end, they all had plenty of time to think about what they had done.

(…)

"Touch me here, Linc!"

"Me too…"

"OW! Ow, that hurts! STOP!"

"Rub it… I said RUB IT!"

"Harder, Lincoln…"

(…)

Time passed. The days went by. The day came.

And when the girls were told they could go home… the pain still hadn't gone away.

(…)

Mr. Loud came to pick them up in "Vanzilla", and the reunited Louds drove home in silence. The girls found the drive shorter than they would have liked, for two reasons. The first was that they didn't want to leave the van – after spending so long in a cramped cell, they had become accustomed to small, enclosed spaces.

But the second and main reason was that they all, to a woman, dreaded seeing their brother. They didn't think their hearts could take it. They were his sisters. Lincoln had loved them, relied on them, trusted them more than anyone else in the world… and they had betrayed that trust in the worst way possible.

And now they had to face him again.

It was a cloudy day, overcast. The dull sky seemed to suck all the color out of the Loud house as they pulled into its driveway. The girls looked at their house with glazed eyes. Finally seeing it again gave them no joy.

Mr. Loud parked "Vanzilla", and he and Mrs. Loud stepped outside, opening the door for their daughters.

"Alright, everyone…" Mr. Loud said, "Come on."

None of the girls moved.

Mr. Loud's voice hardened. "Move."

Reluctantly, the girls stood up and began to get out of the van, one by one. Lori, the first out on her side, looked up at Lincoln's window.

It had been boarded up from the inside.

Once everyone was out, Mr. Loud sighed. "Family meeting. Living room. Now."

Everyone followed him inside, and everyone slumped down wearily – Mr. Loud in the armchair, and Mrs. Loud and the girls on or near the sofa.

And for the longest time… they sat there silently.

Nobody knew what to say – and even if they did, they still didn't want to say anything. What was there to say in a situation like this?

After several uncomfortable moments of silence, Lana tentatively broke the ice. "So… where are the pets…?" she asked.

"They're outside," Mr. Loud answered curtly.

"Why?"

"Because we need to talk."

Lana piped down, afraid of rousing her father's anger, so Mrs. Loud spoke up. "Then let's talk already, dear."

Mr. Loud sighed, rubbing his temples. This was not going to be easy. He took a deep breath.

"Girls…" he said, "…what you did to Lincoln… is unforgivable."

The girls' hearts sank into their stomachs. They knew it was true, but hearing it from their own father just made it worse.

"And Rita… You almost did it to him, too… I'm sure you know that," Mr. Loud added.

Mrs. Loud nodded, slumping even further into her seat.

"W… Wh… What are you gonna do to us…?" Lori asked.

Mr. Loud was silent for a long time. Then, finally, he said, "…Nothing."

The girls' heads shot up – they hadn't been expecting that. "W-What?" they all said in unison.

"I know you girls were held in a detention cell for a month-and-a-half, and I know you were acquitted of any wrongdoing in court. I know weren't in your right minds, and I know you must be feeling a lot of regret. So, I'd say that everything you've gone through is punishment enough."

The girls just stared at him, silently. Inwardly, they were disappointed – they wanted to be punished for what they did to Lincoln. Just as they were about to protest this, Mr. Loud raised his hand, silencing them again.

"But I'm sure you don'tknow… what you did to Lily."

"L-Lily?" The girls all shot out of their seats.

Mrs. Loud was just as shocked. "Lily?! Oh my God, what happened to her?!"

"Oh, nothing…" Mr. Loud looked at each one of his daughters. "…except you girls left her alone, in an unlocked house, for hours, with the door open, because you were so busy chasing after Lincoln."

The girls had never thought of that. They sat back down shakily, their legs unable to support them, feeling guiltier than ever.

"You girls are lucky nothing happened to her, and that she was smart enough not to wander off, or else you'd be in real trouble." They all shuddered at that. What "trouble" could be more "real" than… all of this?

Mr. Loud sighed again, and there was another lull. Finally, Mrs. Loud spoke up again. "Honey…" she said, "…where were you?"

Mr. Loud looked at her. "Hm…?"

"Where were you… when we needed you?"

"Wha –?! Lincoln needed me, Rita! He needed his father!" Mr. Loud snapped.

"I know, but…!" Mrs. Loud shook her head angrily. "You didn't even pay us a visit at all this past month! Not at the police station, not at the trial, not even…" She hesitated. "Not even… at the hospital…"

Mr. Loud sat up straight. "The hospital?! You… you had to go to the hospital?"

Mrs. Loud nodded. "You see, about two weeks ago, the girls started complaining of persistent stomach cramps. Some of them said they were feeling sick. The guards wouldn't let them go until some of them started throwing up. So, we went to the hospital, and they took a look at Lucy, Lola, Lana, and Lisa, and they said they were bleeding on… on the inside…"

(…)

"Wait! Stop! Y-You can't –! AH!"

"Ah… Ooh… Lincoln… it's so big…"

"Stop… Don't…!"

(…)

Lucy, Lola, Lana, and Lisa all hung their heads in shame, clutching their stomachs.

Mrs. Loud continued. "Then they looked at the others, and…" She turned to her elder daughters. "Do you want to tell him, or do you want me to?"

Lynn, Luan, Luna, and Leni all turned to Lori, the leader. Lori shut her eyes tightly, sighed heavily, and decided to bite the bullet.

"No, Mom," Lori said, "We have to be the ones to tell him."

"Tell me… what?" Mr. Loud asked, afraid of what he was going to hear.

(…)

"No…! Stop…! Lori! I-I can't hold it anymore!"

"Ooh… I want it, Lincoln!"

"We can't!"

"I want it! I want it! I want it SO BAD! GIVE IT TO ME!"

"No… Ah… AHHHH…!"

(…)

Lori took a deep breath, and gestured to herself and her four younger sisters, all sitting in a group.

"We're… pregnant. All of us."

All the color drained from Mr. Loud's face. Under any other circumstances, even if the father were some stranger, he would have been happy for and supportive of his daughters. But this…

"B-B-Bu-But –" he sputtered. "But… But… But Lincoln is only eleven years old!"

"I guess he inherited it from both of us," Mrs. Loud said, with a sad smile. "It's like I always say – our fertility is both a blessing and a curse."

Mr. Loud sank into his chair. She was right – they had more than enough children to prove that. "Why…" he whispered. "Why… Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

"We didn't know what to do, so… we waited until we were back home with you to make a decision," Lori explained. She and her pregnant sisters looked at their father. "So… what are we going to do, Dad?"

Mr. Loud didn't answer right away. Leaning forward, he buried his face in his hands, desperately searching for the right answer. Making the wrong choice was not an option. "I… I just… I just don't know what to say..." he moaned.

Luan hung her head. "This… is not funny."

After several agonizing minutes, Mr. Loud made his decision. It went completely against his beliefs, but if he didn't do it now, he would be remiss.

He stood up. "Well…" He sighed. He really didn't like it, but it had to be done. "Well… you're all getting abortions. End of story." He pointed at the five of them. "And I don't want to hear any complaints, understand?"

They all nodded quickly, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Good." Mr. Loud stood there, still uncertain as to whether or not he had done the right thing.

Leni looked up at her father tearfully. "Dad…" she whimpered, "we're so sorry –"

Mr. Loud held up his hand, silencing her. "Save it." Seeing Leni on the verge of tears, he sighed and tried to clarify. "I'm not the one you should be apologizing to…"

Everyone understood exactly who he was talking about. The girls stood up.

"W… Where is he?" Lori asked.

"Upstairs. In his room."

(…)

Lincoln had heard them enter the house. He knew it was all of them, just like his father said. He could hear their voices through the thin floorboards.

And now… he could hear their footsteps.

A loud, thunderous rumbling sound, growing louder, coming closer. Lincoln knew it was his sisters.

He knew that they were coming for him.

The other Louds stopped at the end of the hallway, just outside his door. None of the girls moved a muscle, or made a sound.

"Lincoln?" Mr. Loud called.

There was no answer.

"Lincoln, your sisters are here. They have something very important that they want to tell you."

Still no answer.

Leni pointed to a pile of refuse just outside his door. "Um… what is that?" she asked.

"Hmm? Oh, that's Lincoln's trash," Mr. Loud explained. "He leaves it outside, since, ah… he doesn't leave his room, anymore. Not since Ronnie…" He trailed off.

"Not since what?" Lori said.

Mr. Loud shook his head. "…Never mind."

"But… how does he eat?" Lana asked.

"Or drink?" Lisa added.

"Simple – I bring him food and drinks."

"What about, you know… using the bathroom?" Lola asked.

"He, ah…" Mr. Loud blushed. "He, ah… 'borrows' from Lily."

"But, then… what about baths? Or showers?" Leni asked.

"He doesn't do those, anymore. Says they remind him of the fountain. He uses moist towelettes now." Mr. Loud pointed at the refuse pile, and the girls saw that there were many used towelettes and their ripped packets. "He's down to 20 packets a day, now."

The girls looked at each other. They had done this to him. They had to make it right.

Lori stepped forward. "Please, Dad," she said, "we… we need to see him."

Mr. Loud nodded, understanding that they at least had to try. He turned, and knocked on Lincoln's door again. "Lincoln?" he called. "Your sisters want to see you."

Lincoln stayed huddled up on his bed. He didn't want to see them.

"Lincoln, it's okay," his father reassured him. "I promise, they won't hurt you."

Lincoln didn't move. He wasn't falling for that. Not again.

Mr. Loud turned back to Lori, and shrugged. Lori gingerly stepped forward, and he stepped aside. She slowly walked up to Lincoln's door, and turned to her sisters. They were all staring at her, silently urging her on. She sighed heavily. Sometimes being the relied-upon eldest sibling was a real challenge.

Lori leaned in close, trying to listen in. She could faintly hear Lincoln taking short, rapid breaths. She gently grasped the doorknob.

"…Lincoln…?"

Lincoln heard her voice, saw the doorknob turning… and he knew they were coming to get him.

He shut his eyes, covered his ears, and screamed.

Mrs. Loud and her daughters jumped, startled. Lori, standing right by the door, was even more taken aback. She looked at them, lost, and they looked at her, expecting her to have the answer. As Lincoln's screams turned to sobs, Lori turned back to the door and knocked as tenderly as she could.

"Lincoln… we just want to talk –"

"NO!" Lincoln wailed. "NOOO! Nonononononononononononono…"

Lori panted. She was starting to become emotional. "Lincoln… we're so sorry –"

"GO AWAY!"

Lori's eyes began to well up. "But… But Lincoln –"

"PLEASE!" He tucked his head and legs into a ball. "Nononononononononononono…"

Defeated, Lori turned back to the others. Now she was sobbing, too. "M… Mom… Dad…" she choked, "I… I don't know what to do…"

Mr. Loud looked at his other daughters, and saw that most of them were starting to break down, too. He sighed – he was afraid this would happen. "Alright," he said, "everyone downstairs. Lincoln needs some time alone. Besides… it's dinner time."

Everyone reluctantly left Lincoln in his room, crying to himself, and headed downstairs. Once again, they sat in silence while Mr. Loud prepared dinner, eating it quietly while he took a plate and a glass of milk upstairs to Lincoln. After he returned, they continued to eat in silence until Lynn couldn't take it anymore.

"Dad," she said, "we can't just ignore this. What are we going to do?"

Mr. Loud sighed yet again. "Okay, girls, clearly, Lincoln isn't ready to see you again just yet. So, here's what we're going to do for now – we're going to leave him alone. From now on, no-one interacts with him except for me." He turned to his wife. "That extends to you too, Rita."

"What?" Luna said. "But… But Dad! He needs our help! He needs us!"

"What he needs right now is some space. Let him keep to himself for a little while, get himself together."

"But – "

"No 'but's." Noticing his daughters' downcast looks, he added, "It's only temporary, girls. Just until he heals from this."

(…)

"Aah… Haah…"

"Hah… Hah… Oh, God, that was good…"

"My turn!"

"No, mine!"

"Please… No more…"

(…)

"Dad."

For once, Lucy's voice did not make everyone jump. She poked idly at her food with her fork.

"I don't think Lincoln will EVER heal from this."