A Perfectly Normal Meal

Despite their abrupt fuckfest that had lasted from the lunch break right into their first afternoon class, the school day hadn’t yet ended by the time that Shirou returned to class. Indeed, he slid open the door to his classroom and walked in right past Taiga who was right in the middle of teaching, drawing and writing on a blackboard at the front of the room.

She was very enthusiastic too. As she worked her way across the board, her tight little tushie was swaying this way and that like a cat wiggling its backside back and forth, almost like she was swishing an invisible tail around. It was adorable honestly, and as he moved between the rows of seats and took his own he could see the way that pretty much everyone in class was fixated right on Taiga, paying her their full attention. She was such a good teacher, that no matter the subject matter, everyone was paying attention.

He glided right past Hinako in her seat, the only current member of class who wasn’t currently concentrating on Taiga, and sat in his seat, taking out his notebooks from the bag he’d left next to his chair, and quickly jotted down everything Taiga was writing out. The class passed swiftly and smoothly, as smooth as the curvature of Taiga’s backside, and there weren’t any incidents with Hinako or anyone else to distract him from just focusing on his learning. English was just one of the most popular languages around the world, and large numbers of countries taught it as a second language to their students. Being fluent in it would help him save people in the future.

Or at least it would have been before he got these earrings. Now whether he could speak English, or Spanish, or Mandarin or anything else, didn’t matter. Now all he needed to be able to do was speak one single language, and the entire world would listen and bend to his will. But even then, there was no point leaving a job half done.

As Taiga basically danced across the front of the room, spinning around as she turned between facing the board to write more on it, and turning back to question the class and lecture to them about what they needed to know. She never called on him throughout the entire lecture, though he had no clue if that was due to the power of normality acting on her and preventing it, or she simply chose not to address him. One of the inconveniences of the power he supposed.

Still, even when she was not paying him any attention at all, Taiga still managed to be an entertaining teacher if nothing else. There was so much posing and showing off that it was amazing how she could even fit in teaching despite it all. Did she have some ability that she never needed to breath at all, and could just talk endlessly while also doing what had to be taxing on her stamina.

She turned around to face the class just as the final bell of the day rang and everyone waited for her to finally allow them all to leave and get to their club activities. She stood for a moment, hands on her hips, arms thrust out to the side, and chest thrust out forwards. “That’s it for today everyone!”

And with that the spell was broken and everyone slowly began to file out of the room, picking up their things and heading out. Shirou was in no real rush to leave, so he stayed sitting in his seat for a while. He saw Hinako disappear out the door, and appreciated the view he got of her swaying buttocks, thinly veiled behind her skirt. But his gaze was drawn away by the sight of a flash of white.

A page of paper fluttered to the ground in front of him, apparently dislodged from one of the other students notebooks, and something on it caught his attention. The girl who had lost it rapidly stooped down to pick it up, but Shirou got there first, and the moment that his fingers clamped down at it she looked at him and the page in his hand, and apparently thought that was perfectly normal. She put away the rest of her stuff and was gone a moment later, while he looked over the page of paper he had just acquired.

Covering it were a set of doodles, all of which were rather risque, bordering on erotic. No, on second thought there was nothing bordering about it, this was stuff you’d probably see in a Hentai doujin. The art was pretty good too, he should see about talking to that girl in the future. If he had her watch his rutting with Saber and the other women in the future, then their collaboration could make her quite the princely sum, while his portion could be given to whoever needed the assistance. Sure he could feed charities just with words, but being able to donate actual money he had worked hard to earn would be all the more… satisfying?

Something about that train of thought felt strange to him, but he was pulled away from his self assessment by the sudden overwhelming realisation of just what he was looking at clenched in his hands. It was Hentai yes. But it was Hentai of someone he knew. That slender waist, those tits, contained within clothes that made them look smaller than they really were until you finally got a look at them fully exposed. And those taunt buttocks that were so frequently slid into tight fitting jeans that left nothing to the imagination. He knew all of them, had been exposed to all of them almost every day of his life as Shirou Emiya.

This was Taiga.

He looked up over the papers, to where she was scrubbing clean the blackboard, buttocks thrust out towards him and once again clamped tightly within a set of jeans. This art was a near perfect reproduction of her body. It was lacking a few of the specific details he knew about her from personal experience, but given that the one who drew it had never seen Taiga naked, that could be forgiven. For example, they didn’t know that Taiga had inverted nipples. He’d found that out by complete accident.

But the whole thing, looking at the page in front of him, an exceptionally detailed image of Taiga drawn out before him, her cunt plundered and leaking jism, her face twisted in ahegao. There was something about it that triggered an instinct in him. He had never before even considered Taiga in that way. She was his big sister in all but blood, and he cherished her as that. He had seen her naked before, but never had he ever thought of her in a sexual way, nor in a romantic way. Taiga was Taiga, and there was nothing more to her than that. Not in his eyes.

Or at least there hadn’t been until now. Because with how vivid and lifelike the drawing was, it was almost like he could see the drawing leaking off of the page and into real life. He could hear her moans, see the way her stomach rose and fell as she breathed, the gentle swell of her buttocks and breasts. His dick was already swelling by the time he tore his mind away from the fantasy and looked away from the page.

But the damage was done. Irreparable damage had been done to his bond with Fujimura Taiga, and his pristine image of her as his untouchable big sister had been brutalised. Because now the seed had been planted, and it was like he had been watching a magic trick by a stage magician, only the mirror had been shattered, revealing the rabbit hidden behind. For the first time in his life, Shirou Emiya felt attracted to the body of Taiga. And not just minorly attracted. He wanted her. He wanted to bend her over and fuck her. He wanted to rail her into the dirt and see if her O-face was the same as it was on the page.

Almost as if swept up in a trance, Shirou stood from where he was, and allowed the paper to drop from his hand. Taiga was currently standing on her tiptoes, stretching up to wipe away the last bits of chalk from the top of the board. He slid in right behind her, and almost immediately began to mould his body against the back of hers, his crotch pressing into her protruding ass and his bulge rubbing against her ass, while his one hand hugged around her front and pulled her back against him. His other hand reached up and grabbed the eraser from her hand and began to rub out the last of the chalk for her.

“Are you coming over tonight?” He asked her, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and lightly sniffing at her neck. His Normality power was scaled all the way up so that there was absolutely no way that she could consider anything he did anything but normal. He slightly rubbed himself side to side on her backside, feeling the way that it responded to him. Her buttocks were squishy, full of fat from the way that she just shovelled down the food he served up every day. It seemed that despite how much she worked out with her constant kendo practice, it was nothing compared to what she put back on stuffing herself full of his food.

“Mmmhmm.” She replied affirmatively as she allowed him to cling to her, nodding in his grasp and wriggling her butt back against him. “I’ve been missing your food, and Sakura said she would be coming by tonight too. I get meals from both of my favorite chefs!”

“You’ve only missed two days.” As had Sakura. That was probably a happy coincidence. He’d had the time to deal with Saber and the Tohsaka situation, at least partly, and now they would be able to come back to a house in some kind of order.

“Two many.” She joked. “But I’ve got a club to help with. I’ll be there at 5, and I expect food ready on the table!”

“Of course.” He said back with a chuckle. “Then I’ll head home and plan out tonight’s menu.” He let her go, though he pawed at one plump buttock as he left, making sure to give it a nice long grope. It wasn’t up to par with Rin/Ishtar, but it was great nonetheless. He was just leaving when a thought occurred, and he stopped to look back at Taiga. “Hey Fuji-nee. Can you walk Sakura over tonight? There has been stuff going on recently, and I don’t want her to walk alone.”

“Sure.” She replied with a wink and a raised thumb.

He got home quickly, and Saber met him at the door. “Welcome back Shirou. Did you have a good day?” She asked, falling into lockstep besides him as he headed right toward the kitchen to assess the current supply situation.

“I did. I encountered another Master at school.” He said like he was commenting on the weather, and Saber accepted it with a nod and an inquisitive stare for more information. He was fine, and it was quite normal for enemies in the war to swiftly find themselves seduced by his mere visage and come to seek to join his side. This meeting had obviously not ended in conflict, and so it was merely an advancement of their current strategy, and thus not something to worry about.

“Did you learn the identity of their servant? Or their class?” That was the more important information to be discovered. Removing the threat of an Assassin would be an incredible boon to their cause, but bringing to heel the Lancer class servant who had come so close to slaying their Archer ally would also do well in strengthening the bonds of their alliance.

“Neither I’m afraid. The servant did not appear, just the Master. I’m not even sure if they were even present. I did manage to fuck the Master though.” He replied, even as he was opening the fridge door and looking inside. He was going to be hosting both Taiga and Saber, and with their collective appetites as well as himself, Sakura, and perhaps even Rin as well if she decided to return, then he would need to be preparing a rather large banquet. He didn’t have enough meat to be able to make only a single dish to go around. He’d need to do something more Japanese style and make many smaller portions, maybe even go buffet style and allow people to serve themselves.

With that idea decided on, he began to withdraw all of the meat and a few eggs from his fridge, and moved over to the cupboard where he stored his frying pans. “She’s quite beautiful. And not human. My guess would be some kind of vampire, though I can’t tell you for certain.”

“Concerning, but if she is still understanding of the way of things despite that, then it does not overly matter what she is, only that she submits to you as is Normal and proper.” She commented on the entire situation, and leaned over the kitchen top to watch as Shirou began to wash and chop some vegetables and herbs, before turning to slice up some fish into appropriately sized portions. “I do have to question you though Master, on the events of this morning. You allowed Rin to believe you had slept with her, and taken her chastity, despite your only intercourse being Oral. Why?”

“Well I was actually intending to sleep with her last night. It just turned out that your libido when you are turned on is rather off the scale. You wore me out.” He said, and Saber did lightly blush at the commentary. She was never going to be embarrassed about being Shirou’s, but the rather insane libido she had unleashed after all of these years of chastity had been somewhat crass. “If Ishtar tries to make a move on me, I won’t reject her. So if Rin has a problem with that, then she can either be mad now, or she can be mad later. She’ll stew, get horny, and come back to be fucked.”

“Anyway, we’ll have a few more people over tonight. Taiga is pretty much my big sister, and Sakura is my underclassman. Neither have been over for the last few days, but they are both coming over tonight for dinner. Rin might as well if she is done being angry by now. So we need to be able to explain why you are here.”

“Simple enough. I am an acquaintance from Britain, who you have allowed to stay for a while due to me having business here in Fuyuki to attend to. There is no need for overly complex details.”

“Hmm. I suppose.” Shirou said, even as he used the side of a knife to push some more diced vegetables into the boiling pot. Then he was struck for a moment. “So Saber, are you from Britain then?”

She paused, looking her usual stoic self, but then her expression lightened and she walked back to the table, taking a seat on one of the cushions, and settling into a comfortable position before replying. “I am. Usually Shirou, I would not be so hasty to share my true identity with you. For all your gifts, being a skilled Magus is not one of them, and so it would be easy for an opponent to extract the knowledge of my identity from you, and thus acquire a significant advantage against me. However, with Archer on our side, and the knowledge that she is the powerful Goddess Ishtar, as well as your natural advantages in this war… I do believe that the threat to be sufficiently minimized.”

She tensed for a moment, and in a flash she was once again adorned in the long blue battle dress and armour that she had worn when first summoned, rather than the white blouse and blue skirt she had put together out of Taiga’s leftover clothes. “My True Name is King Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot, and all of Albion. And this blade that I wield, though cloaked in wind to hide it from the sight of others, is none other than the blade Excalibur.”

Now that reveal was enough to actually stun Shirou. It was not the news he had been expecting at all. Primarily because everything he knew said that King Arthur was a honourable and mostly chaste male, not an incredibly beautiful female with just the sexual appetites.He was so shocked that he actually cut himself with his knife as he was trimming the fat off of a pork rind, and he rushed to clean the wound in the sink before answering. “Wow Saber that is… incredible. You’re really King Arthur? That King Arthur? Perhaps the most famous Knight King of all time?”

“Indeed I am.” Saber said, with a small smile and just a hint of pride to her tone as she appreciated Shirou’s reverence. “I am the King of Knights.” She looked up and down the rectangular table that she was seated at, just sniffing the air and drinking in the scents of all of the food Shirou was cooking up in a practical storm. “Your dining table isn’t quite the Round Table, but it is definitely coasier.” She commented with a wry smile.

“I’ll take the compliment.” He said simply. Everything was on now, or could be left alone for a few minutes. None of the dishes he was planning required any more preparation. It was simply a matter of waiting at this stage. He was still scrubbing at his hand, though the flow of blood from his little cut had mostly dried up now, and so he was more just being thorough. But then he caught sight just as his Command Seals turned from Red to Gold for a moment. Ishtar.

Not a minute later did Shirou hear the chiming of his bells as someone crossed the boundary field onto the Emiya property, and a moment later Rin was sliding open the door to the room and striding in. Or it would be more accurate to say that Ishtar was by the way her eyes were red at present. “The great Ishtar returns! Rin was just being way to whiny about the fact that she missed her own deflowering to come back even though she really wanted to, so I snatched control of the body for a bit. And that just made her whine more. Shirou!!!” She moaned out even as she slunk down into one of the cushions at the table just like Saber. “Your Goddess requires distracting. I can’t deal with this prude in my head right now.”

“It’s not your head!” She squeaked out, her voice and mannerisms changing immediately as Rin snatched control for a moment, but apparently Ishtar was not so easy to overcome once her mind was set on something, because the Goddess was in charge again but a moment later.

“See! She doesn’t even thank me when I grant her a boon like this. Honestly I think I should just mount you, switch back and leave you to rut her until her mind breaks and I am left completely in control.”

“I wouldn’t do that.” He replied simply and matter of factly, carrying a small tea tray into the room and setting it down for the two women to each take a cup. “Rin is as important to me now as the both of you are.”

“Even if she will never let you terrorise her ass? Don’t you want this?” She asked, padding around in the spot like a cat about to settle down to sleep, and shook her buttocks at Shirou’s face, reaching back to spank herself on the backside lightly, but enough to set them jiggling. He did have to admit, whether it was Ishtar’s influence or Rin was just naturally that good, that was one fucking fine ass.

“If Shirou wishes for Anal, then I will provide immediately.” Saber said before taking a sip of tea, her eyes closed for the entire exchange. “Dragons may use their hordes as they wish after all.”

“Oh, is that what you think this is? A bit of a Dragon Horde?” Ishtar said, leaning over the table at her fellow servant and current competitor for Shirou’s attention and affection. “Dragons steal their hordes. Shirou doesn’t steal anything, except for maybe hearts. We are Shirou’s jewelry. Commissioned or purchased or otherwise acquired, but all of us shall be things of beauty, and all will be Shirou’s to display as he wishes. And I of course am the crowning jewel. After all, what else could be expected of a Goddess.”

Shirou couldn’t help himself. He giggled at the two servants, taking such sly jabs at each other, and underhanded words, even though they were mostly content to just sit around and be his Servants, waiting on his cooking like regular members of the family. They could almost be sisters if they actually looked anything alike.

The pair continued to bicker back and forth, and Shirou decided to mainly ignore them in place of getting on with any tasks needed for the dinner. Taiga had said something about Sakura cooking as well, so he decided to get on with a few general preparations for the kinds of meals he knew she genuinely liked to prepare. She’d have a much easier time of getting on with things if she didn’t need to worry about any of that.

It was about another 40 minutes later that Sakura and Taiga finally arrived. It turned out that Taiga had apparently done as he had asked and she and Sakura had headed over on her moped and they had made good time getting over from Homurahara once club activities ended. “We’re here Shirou!!” Taiga called out as she slid open the door to the room and was greeted by the side of Saber and Rin arguing over nothing while Shirou just watched from the sidelines.

Rin and Ishtar had spent the time switching back and forth, and though there had definitely been some awkward moments between Rin and Shirou whenever she took control and tried to address the current state of their relationship, but apparently she and Ishtar were similar enough in temperament that they could still clash with Saber about the servant’s own relationship with him. The things they clashed about differed. Ishtar was more concerned about which of the two of them was more loyal and more deserving of Shirou’s cock, while Rin was far more concerned about the fact that Shirou was apparently deep dicking Masters and Servants whatsoever.

Taiga still stopped almost dead at the sight of the two women sat in his house, acting like they belonged there, but she at least recognised Rin from school and so it was only a momentary blip before she moved into the room and got on with it, taking a place sat across from the Rin and Saber, and eagerly awaited the promise meals. Sakura was just behind her, but his adoring Kouhai seemed to take a while longer in the doorway.

“Sakura!” He called out to her. “I’ve got a stock going and diced vegetables, and the rice cooker is warmed up and ready to go.” That seemed to stir the purple haired girl from whatever trance had overtaken her when she saw the two other women sat at his table, and she began to move around the table to join him in the kitchenette, though she did keep glancing at Rin and Saber out of the side of her eye. But when she got to the opening to the kitchenette and saw him there with his apron on and knife in hand, she stopped again.

“Sakura?” He asked, slightly concerned at the way she was looking at him. She was sniffing, her nostrils flaring and the way that her cheeks were reddening as she observed him standing there was… strange. He had the Normality effect on her cranked up to as far as it would go, so there should be no way for her to find anything strange about him right now even if there was something to take note of, which there wasn’t. Right now she just seemed to have stopped dead at the sight of him. When her stupor didn’t end like the previous one, he set down the knife on the side and walked over to her, and planted a hand against her forehead, trying to test if she was running a fever.

“Senpai.” She muttered out as he laid his other hand on her shoulder. A shiver was running through her body, and he was growing more and more concerned by the second, especially with how strained her voice sounded as she said those words. This was not just some moment of weakness, something was going on here. “Please don’t.”

“Shh. It’ll all be okay.” He said. She wasn’t quite running a fever that he would call concerning, but she was definitely warmer than she should have been. “Taiga, why didn’t you say that Sakura was sick?” He called out, poking out his head to stare at her angrily.

“She is?” Taiga called as she turned to look at him. She was up on her feet in an instant and coming over to check on Sakura herself. “Oh Sakura you have a fever. Why didn’t you say anything, you shouldn’t be cooking you should be in bed. Shirou! Give the girl a room this instant!”

He was not in any way in the mood to refuse, and he was wrapping an arm around Sakura’s waist and began leading her away from the kitchen and out towards one of the many spare bedrooms. “No. Senpai please~~!” She mewled out even as she almost collapsed into his side, and he stooped to help her stay upright despite whatever affliction had come over her so quickly.

“I’ll bring you whatever you want, don’t you worry about it.”

“Actually Shirou, I think I should show her to one of the rooms. You stay here and get Sakura’s food ready.” Rin spoke up as she stood from the table and came to wrap her arms around Sakura from the other side, concern clear on her face. “Trust me.” He stared at her for several moments before relenting and allowing Rin to take Sakura from him. His kouhai seemed almost relieved as he handed her over, letting out a sigh as his hands left her body. It didn’t stop him standing and watching as she was led out of the room.

The moment the door closed behind them, he was back in the kitchen and plating up servings of all of the dishes he had been making into a variety of small bowls and plates, and setting each one on a small tray to be carried through to Sakura. Rin returned just as he was finishing up, and was gone just as quickly with the tray in her arms.

He tried to distract himself from his worry by plating up the rest of the food, preparing it buffet style to be picked at by each of the remaining dinner guests. “Sakura is asleep.” Rin called behind him as she returned. That was good. Hopefully some rest would help her.

Everything was swiftly transferred to the main table, and Shirou slotted himself down in between Saber and Rin. His left hand instinctively sought out Rin’s ass and began to paw, grope and knead the sensitive buttock flesh for comfort, his mind stewing on Sakura being so suddenly stricken with illness.

“Thanks for the meal!” Everyone called out at once, and swiftly they were all digging into the variety of meals that were now on display, the pinnacle of Shirou’s craft in the kitchen at work. Everyone seemed to be enjoying it a great deal if the parade of moans and compliments her received were anything to go by, Taiga being the most vocal, but Saber was sure to let him know how much she found his meals pleasing, and even Rin seemed to find them good enough to shove down her grudge with him and compliment him.

Shirou did try to enjoy himself. And that wasn’t just his normal try where he tried to like his food despite his inner critic pointing out all the minute details he had gotten wrong, or distracting him with ideas of how it could potentially be improved in the future. Now he was distracted by the way that Sakura was ill and resting in the other room. His hand was practically using Rin’s buttocks as a stress ball, squeezing and moulding it in his hands until Rin was practically moaning out from the pleasure of it rather than the food she was stuffing herself with.

“Shirou. Say ahh.” Taiga said, leaning over the table with something clasped in her chopsticks, and he instinctively obeyed and allowed her to deposit something in his mouth. Saber watched on curiously as he crunched down on something, a rush of juiciness and subtle flavour spreading through his mouth, before he chewed twice and swallowed it down. “There. Now stop being such a gloomy guts.” She said as she relaxed back into her seat. “Sakura is just a little sick, it’s nothing to worry about. A couple of days rest, and your cooking to keep her going, and she’ll be right as rain.”

He might have tried to say something else in response, but then he felt the tip of some chopsticks prod into his cheek, and he turned to see Saber there, a focused expression on her face as she offered him a karaage ball dripping in a red sauce. “Shirou. Hunger is the enemy. It must be fought at every opportunity.” She prodded him again, urging him to open his mouth. With the way she was almost pouting at him, and she was being so serious about it all, he couldn’t help but go along with her, opening his mouth and allowing her to drop the little treat inside, despite the huge red blush that he was sure emerged on his face. Saber was a beautiful girl, and he had never really done this sort of stuff with anyone but Taiga before.

“T-thank you Saber.” He stuttered out, while making a show of chewing and enjoying it, and Saber nodded firmly in response, clenching her hand into a fist and then pounding it down into her open palm as if she had just made an incredible discovery. So cute.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” Rin asked, her voice high pitched and almost whiny as she demanded an answer of Saber, leaning over the table a bit so she could point one hand right at her around Shirou’s body. “You can’t just go around feeding Shirou - All on your lonesome.” The transition between Rin and Ishtar was almost seamless, just the slightest of stutter steps in her speech and the change in eye colour letting him know something had happened, and he quickly glanced at Taiga to make sure she hadn’t noticed anything. She hadn’t. Good.

“Shirou~~” Ishtar playfully moaned at him, in her best tsundere impression ever. “Why is only Saber allowed to feed you. I’m your serv-friend too, you know!” And with that she snatched up another karaage from the buffet plate, dipped it in the same sauce, and practically thrust it up at him. Before he had a chance to bite it, Ishtar gave him a mischievous wink, and then the crimson eyes turned to blue once again.

He saw much more clearly the transition this time, with Rin’s face adopting an expression of **** embarrassment, face scrunching up a little and a blush coming to her cheeks, while her hand reaching out with the chopsticks shuddered, but did not withdraw. “G-go on then. Eat it already. I don’t have all day.” His instinct was to blush and stutter like he had with Saber, this sort of intimacy with a girl still unfamiliar, despite him being far more familiar with their naked bodies than he ever would have expected. But there was something about acting properly like a set of lovebirds like this that made it feel so much more serious and important, and he honestly didn’t know how to feel about it. Even so, seeing her blush made her look so cute that he didn’t want it to go away just yet.

“Thank you for the meal.” He said cheekily, staring her directly in the eyes, and then leaning forwards to engulf the offered fried meat in his mouth. His eyes never left hers the entire time he swallowed down the meat she was giving him, and he saw the blush on her face intensify. She was so cute. He really couldn’t tell which of his two adorable servants was the cuter one. Saber with her prim and proper attitude, but revealing she was so soft and wholesome and lovable underneath, or Rin who was the perfect, untouchable idol at school but was now showing a blushing, stuttering side of her he had never imagined.

“Shirou. Another!” Saber ordered from his other side, and he turned to see her having already prepared another morsel for his consumption. Was this really how it was going to go? Well he was more than willing to go along with it, despite how it made his cheeks burn crimson red. He laid down his chopsticks on the table, and with that newly freed hand he wrapped his arm around Saber’s waist, and pulled Saber in towards him so she was leaning against him. With his grip on her ass he did the same to Rin. And he held them there, while each of them began to compete over who could feed him the most. Taiga ended up almost **** on a piece of shrimp tempura thanks to how hard she started laughing at his blush.

Before he knew it, he was becoming engrossed just in the feel of the two women beside him, nuzzling into his sides as they fed him, and he took casual liberties with their bodies. Right here, in the middle of all of this, with his big sister across the table just egging them all on, this felt like a place he would be happy to spend the rest of his life. It could only be made better by the addition of Sakura, and Hinako, and Illya, and all the other Masters and Servants in the war. Just one big happy family.

And yet despite the fact he had two beautiful women shoving food in his face, three if he counted Ishtar, who made sure to also take her own turns between Rin’s offerings, Saber still somehow found the time to shovel food down her throat by the plateful. It seemed like just in the span of time it took Rin to offer him something and then he would swallow, Saber could shovel an entire bowl’s worth of rice down her gullet, or inhale a plateful of tempura or karaage. And that didn’t count Taiga who seemed to be in competition over who could finish their plate faster to ask for seconds and thirds of heaping bowls of rice and other dishes.

He eventually had to start refusing Saber’s advances to feed him more, as he was well beyond the point of being satisfied and was starting to feel a little overstuffed. Rin had already eaten her fill as well, and had stopped trying to feed him, just allowing him to continue to manhandle her plump buttocks and leaning into him, one of her hands on his chest as she leaned her head against his shoulder. For the last few minutes she had just been watching as Saber continued to devour literally everything leftover on the table, with Taiga trying her best to keep up, but even her incredible appetite was flagging at this point.

And then, with a groan of pleasure, Taiga set down her chopsticks, hugged her own stomach, and fell over backwards, lying splayed out across the floor. Saber took that as the final sign of consent for her to finish literally everything left. The table was picked clean in only a few minutes more.

With Taiga effectively in a food coma, Shirou stood, dragging Rin along with him by the buttock, and began to grab up all of the plates and dishes, and carry them through to the kitchen to wash up. After a moment Rin begrudgingly began to help. He was pulling her around with him anyway as he continued to use her plush ass as his stress ball, so she seemed to decide she had no reason not to help. They fell into a rhythm together, with him washing up each item in the sink, and passing it over to Rin for her to dry.

He was just passing her over a rice bowl when he felt a sharp sting to his buttock, and looking down he saw Rin was pinching his ass. “Stop feeling so down about Sakura will you. She’s fine.” Rin whispered to him. Or was it Rin? Looking at her right now, her left eye was the normal brilliant baby blue, but her right was the crimson red of Ishtar. That was strange. Something like this had never happened before, and he was left entirely bewildered which of the two women sharing the body right now he was talking to. “She isn’t sick at all. I could tell.” Rin? Stood up on her tiptoes and leaned right against him, bringing up her lips to his ear, and he could feel her hot breath running into his ear canal, tingling through him. He couldn’t help but feel his dick begin to swell within his trousers, and a light blush returned to his face.

“She wasn’t sick. She was horny~” She practically purred out into his ear, as if her lilting tones could slip right up and into his brain, flooding his mind like a thick, sticky honey. With how viscous his thoughts felt, it took him a moment to even realise what she had said to him, but the moment his mind caught up it was like a weight had lifted from his back. He was Atlas freed from his torment.

He laid down the bowl, and his hand on her ass was joined by another swiping around her waist, and in an instant he was physically lifting Rin up off of the ground and planting a rigorous kiss right onto her lips, mashing his against her own, fully intending to rip her breath away. He didn't really know why. It didn’t matter. He was just high on the news that Sakura was okay, and rewarding the person who had told him that news in the first way that came to mind.

When he released her and dropped her the few inches back to the ground, she swayed unsteadily on her feet, rocking back and forwards like a bowling pin that had been knocked by the ball and was now teetering on the edge of falling over or managing to stay standing. His hands planting down on her shoulders solved that problem for her. “Thank you.” He said, outpouring his sincerity into her mismatched eyes. Her only response was to giggle like a drunk bimbo cheerleader.

With his new clarity of mind, he abandoned the last of the washing up and strode back out into the main room, looking over at the table where Saber was kneeling, sipping on a small cup of tea like she hadn’t just devoured half her own weight in culinary delights, and Taiga had rolled over onto her front, her rear now raised towards him and wriggling from side to side pleasingly as she moaned out about something inconsequential.

He stood and watched that rear sway for a minute. It wasn’t the perfection of Rin’s, but it was still incredibly delightful just to see. Taiga had slid it into a pair of jeans that seemed to cling to her so tightly that he was surprised she hadn’t had to use some sort of lubricant just to slide them up her legs, and that meant that every jiggle of her fat, juicy ass was shining through them, tempting him, calling him onwards like a siren song. He had never realized Fujimura Taiga, the Tiger of Fuyuki, the woman least likely to get married in all of Western Japan, his big sis practically, had an ass like that until tonight.

He wanted to fuck that ass. He wanted to plow it into the ground and hear Taiga squeal like a stuck pig. He wanted to feel his hips mash against those bulging buttocks, and he wanted to see the faces Taiga made as she was railed into mind breaking oblivion.

Saber turned her head to regard him, nostrils flaring. Her eyes widened, and her hands went to her clothes, immediately beginning to disrobe before she saw her eyes were not on her, but on Taiga. A look of understanding overcame her at that moment, and her visage turned into one of pure smug superiority. She knew what was coming next, and she was going to enjoy it immensely.