Pursues the Diplomatic Option

Shirou walked at a leisurely pace as he left the church and headed back towards the company of his two servants. His mind was a whir with ideas and thoughts on how best he might exploit his power to bring the war to as quick an end as possible, with the least loss of life.

The problem wasn't that he didn't have ideas, more that he was spoiled for choice. The Normality Earrings allowed him to twist the human mind like a pretzel. Such power was easy to use and ****, but much harder to use responsibly. And if it was to prevent another catastrophe like the Fuyuki Fire ten years ago, then nothing was to be considered too far.

He could end the Grail War with a word, but then what would come of Saber, Ishtar, or any of the other servants? He could make the other Masters all decide to abandon their wishes and dreams, and give up on the grail, but it felt like a wasted opportunity to just send them all home. Thinking like that wasn't something he was particularly used to, but when life gives you lemons...

He looked ahead along the path, to the iron railed gate. Saber was nowhere to be seen, likely hidden from his view behind the walls. Ishtar was there though, and was quite the delicious sight. She had leaned back on the railings, her skimpy outfit covering even less on the backside than it did on the front. But it was her ass that drew his eyes. With her usual coat and unflattering school uniform removed, Shirou could see just how luscious Rin's rear end was, just how much junk was in her metaphorical trunk, and right now she was giving a grand show of it.

Ishtar had pushed up back against the railings until her buttocks had pressed through the gaps in the gate, squeezing through in between the bars. One single metal railing was now contained within her ass crack, holding her cheeks slightly apart, and by seeing just how deep it was buried between them, Shirou was given an excellent demonstration of just how padded Rin's backside was. He was almost sad she was wearing those thin, silken black panties of hers, or else that cold metal rod would be pressed right against her pussy lips and asshole.

She was so sexy. And adorable. As was Saber, and as was every other servant in this war thanks to his unintentional Normality. He'd been making too many of those, but now it seemed like they were all falling in his favour. Maybe he did owe himself something? Just one little change for his own benefit? Not purely for his own, never that, it would help others as well. But going with an option that had more personal benefits than was strictly necessary wasn't a bad thing if it got the same job done in the end right?

He spanked Ishtar right on her ass, sending it jiggling, and her jumping forwards in surprise while he opened the gate and stepped through. Not giving her a moment to recover he stepped over to Ishtar, wrapping his hand around her waist and pulling her flush against him, his hand taking one huge handful of her ass which he squeezed roughly, eliciting a cute squeak from the goddess.

Saber came up to them from the side, looking to find out what was going on, with her armour still currently banished leaving her only in her delightful royal blue dress. The moment she came into arms reach, Shirou's freehand seized her wrist and with a tug made the petite woman spin around and end up with her back pressed into his chest, at which point he immediately completed his reach around by seizing her covered breasts through her dress.

He had his two servants both pressed against him, their beautiful bodies his playthings. And as far as they were concerned, this was completely normal. Better to not shatter that illusion.

"Did you learn everything you needed Master?" Saber asked him seriously.

"That I did." He replied. "And with everything laid out for me, I think I've figured out what strategy we shall be using for this war." He continued to squeeze, grope and **** his servants as he spoke, looking from one to the other, studying their faces as each slowly developed a blush, his ministrations on their bodies still having an effect regardless of whether it was normal or not.

"Oh?" Saber questioned, standing straighter within his grasp, though otherwise making no movement to try to inhibit his physical inspection of her more than budding breasts. Ishtar on the other hand showed absolutely no interest in their future battle plans whatsoever, instead she squirmed against him, her damp crotch grinding into his hip, while his hand roughly rubbed her rump, her breath coming out hot and heavy, almost emerging as steam when it hit the cold night air. "Let us know of your strategy. I will tell you now that I would disapprove of many underhanded tactics, even if I acknowledge that there are circumstances where they might be necessary."

"Oh nothing like that." He assured her, giving her an extra hearty squeeze of her tit, right over where her heart lurked within her chest. "You see, its brilliance is its simplicity. It is completely normal for enemy Masters and Servants to be hugely attracted to me, and it is also normal that they get hornier and hornier when they see me until they eventually join my side. My strategy, is to exploit these facts ruthlessly."

Saber nodded along to his explanation, running the information over in her mind and finding no flaws in his argument thus far. "What we do, is we go out at night, and hunt down enemy Masters and Servants. With the two of you together, there should be no single Master-Servant pair who can handle us, so we simply talk, or fight if we must, until our enemies become too consumed with lust to continue. Then we win them over with promises of pleasure. If all goes well, we can win the war with not a single drop of blood spilled."

"A sound strategy Master. I see only a single flaw in it. If the enemy servants are not slain, then we cannot claim the Grail, and with it our wish." Saber's voice was firm and echoed with confidence, something that was lessened by the fact that she yowled like a lion in heat when he leaned down a little and nibble on her collar bone. Ishtar on his other side was all mewls and moans, his little pinky finger poking out from his handful of her ass, and descending down into her butt crack, lightly dancing over her asshole through the sheer black silk underwear she wore.

"Leave that to me. I have a plan, but I need you to trust me for now. Can you do that?"

Saber looked conflicted for a moment, but eventually her features smoothed and she nodded. "Excellent. Good Girl. Now to mark this, I was thinking that we could head home and you could strip down to something a little more like Ishtar he-"

"Master! Enemies!" Saber sprang from his grasp, her armour shimmering into place over the top of her dress, and her hands returning to their usual position of holding onto her invisible weapon. Ishtar took a few moments to comprehend what was going on, but the moment Saber's words clicked in her mind, the glaze over her eyes was gone, and she too was turning towards the thick mist that was rolling over the hillside. Her arm came up and her hand formed a finger gun, while she used her other to support it, a red sphere forming on the end of her fingers. At the same time, her large gold and blue weapons manifested off to her side, pulling back and a blue sphere manifesting and stretching out with in it, and arrow knocked and ready to be loosed.

She didn't move away however, her ass not being pulled free from his hand, nor did she even attempt to do so, just turning inside his grasp so that she was facing towards their incoming enemy.

Two shadows slowly materialised from the mist.