==Chapter 4, Ancient Greek Cuisine (Cons, Cannibalism)==

Important Characters:
Tamamo Cat: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Tamamo_Cat
Mata Hari: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Mata_Hari
Medusa: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Medusa
Emiya Alter: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/EMIYA_(Alter)
Stheno: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Stheno
Euryale: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Euryale

Tamamo Cat looked around the room, amazed at the mess. Pieces of Mata Hari were scattered everywhere. All four of her limbs as well as her head had been torn off and her hips lay half way across the room from the rest of her torso. Blood, viscera, and semen could be seen on every surface. Even the ceiling hadn't been left unstained. With a sigh Cat dropped her mop and bucket on the floor, pushed up the sleeves of her maid outfit, and got to work.

Minutes earlier Tamamo Cat had been walking the halls of Chaldea when she was flagged down by a fellow Servant. The servant was a glasses wearing young blond man, his shirt covered in blood. He had asked Cat if she would clean a room, saying that 'Hyde' had left it a real mess. Now Cat was more the 'Maid Cafe' kind of maid than the cleaning kind, but she didn't mind being helpful and agreed.

Tamamo Cat picked up one of Mata Hari's legs from the ground. As she looked at the limb she was struck by the though of how tasty it would look as the centerpiece of a meal. She imagined the limb a beautiful golden brown, the blood that covered it replaced with a thick brown glaze, the semen with melted pads of garlic butter. Her mouth watered as she imagined sinking her teeth into the delicious meal. She was broken out of her reverie by a foul taste in her mouth and the realization that she had indeed tried to sink her teeth into the leg. She rushed over to a sink and shoved her mouth under the running water, pulling a face as she tried to get the taste out of her mouth.

When she finished and returned to her task of gathering limbs she noticed that the leg had taken no damage from her bite. Curious she tried to drag her claw down the side, and it took a little effort to pierce the skin. Vaguely she remembered hearing that Da Vinci had applied magic to preserve and strengthen Mata Hari's body, though it seemed it hadn't been enough to stand up to Hyde. Her mind drifted back to the idea of cooking as she gathered pieces of Mata Hari. She had heard that Chaldea's Servants were supposed to share her body, so she didn't think the woman would mind if she did cook some of her as long as she shared. Taking one leg wouldn't be too much, that would leave plenty of Mata Hari to continue to be enjoyed as she had been this afternoon. Well, one leg and any of edible organs she thought, wiping away some drool as Mata Hari's liver landed in the bucked with a wet splat.

With renewed vigor Tamamo Cat finished gathering Mata Hari's bits. She cleaned the limbs, the head, and the two halves of the torso in the sink, scrubbing off all the grime. She then got to scrubbing the room, having to leave to grab a stepladder to reach all the stains. Once the room and Mata Hari's remains were sparking clean she left to grab a sewing kit and some stuffing material. She used a stiff rod to reconnect Mata Hari's spine and the two halves of her torso. She filled the empty cavity with stuffing and bags of sand to match the weight and then began the task of stitching the two halves back together. The seam was obvious, but neatly done. She didn't reattach the limbs or head, they could accommodate more people separate, and their lifeless flopping may have been what prompted their removal in the first place. She arranged Mata Hari's body in the center of the room, her arms framing her head and holding the original 'Free to Use!' sign, to which she added the words 'Except Hyde!'. Satisfied with a job well done she grabbed her prize of one leg and a bucket of viscera and left.

Before she could get cooking she needed to get the preservation spells dispelled. As they were the leg wouldn't cook up well, if it did at all.

Da Vinci answered the door to her lab nude, sweaty, and flustered. She didn't completely understand the mess of words that spilled from Tamamo Cat's mouth, but she understood what she wanted. She dispelled the magic quickly, hurriedly pushing Tamamo Cat back out the door and shutting it behind her. Cat eagerly bounded off toward the kitchen, recipes racing through her mind.

...

Medusa was taking a late night stroll through the halls, reflecting on her life here as a Servant of Chaldea. This place was truly a miracle, she had never thought she would have a chance to see her sisters again, but here they were, here they could once more live together as they had in life. Catering to her older sister's whims could get quite exhausting, she had even overheard her sister's behavior referred to as bullying, but she could never hold any resentment towards her sisters, not after all they had given up for her in life. When Athena had cursed her and exiled her to the Shapeless Isle they had come with her, forsaking the rest of the gods and their society. They had accompanied her out of love, not wanting her to be alone, even though they knew that Athena's curse would eventually turn her into a mindless monster. And turn her into a monster it had, scales had slowly grown to cover her skin, her body grew to a huge size, and even her mind became monstrous as she gradually lost all sense of self. Her sisters never abandoned her, not even when all trace of their little sister had disappeared. Even when she turned on them, tearing them limb from limb, gnashing them to bits with her teeth and consuming their flesh, even then they never abandoned her, never tried to leave, never tried to defend themselves against their little sister. No, she had nothing but love for her older sisters, and she knew they had nothing but love for her, even if the way they showed it might be considered abuse by an outsider.

A delicious smell interrupted Medusa's thoughts, and she realized that she had wandered near the kitchens. Curious who was cooking so late at night she decided to investigate. The first thing she noticed in the kitchen was the chef's outfit, or rather lack thereof. Tamamo Cat was cooking wearing nothing but an apron. Well, not quite just an apron, she had on a belled collar as well as a few other accessories, but her back was entirely bare and the treasure between her legs peeked out as she leaned over the counter. Cat had heard Medusa enter and turned to greet her unexpected visitor.

"Oh! Great timing! I've just about finished this dish, why don't you tell me how it tastes!" Cat said.

She bounded over the counter, flashing Medusa as she did so, then ran up and slipped her fork between Medusa's lips and depositing the morsel it held. Medusa was taken aback, but began to chew. The flavor was delicious, but it also filled her with a melancholic nostalgia, perhaps too sorrowful to even be called nostalgia, though there was some happiness too. Medusa was surprised to realize that tears were rolling down her face when she finished chewing the morsel and swallowed.

"Tasty?" Cat asked.

"Yes. It's delicious. What is that? It tasted a little like pork but I don't think it was." Medusa asked, choking back tears.

"It's a slice of Mata Hari's thigh meat, marinated in a mixture of balsamic vinegar, garlic, and black pepper for several hours then cooked rare." she replied.

Revulsion churned Medusa's stomach as she understood. It was human flesh and she already knew the taste from her life as a man-eating monster. Worse though was that she realized the taste was much closer to that of her sister's than to that of the would-be heroes that had tried to slay her. Even though they were goddesses and Mata Hari human the similarity was unmistakable.

Medusa breathed hard, trying to calm down. She had heard about Mata Hari and was pretty sure the woman would not mind her flesh being used in this manner, she had nothing to regret here, she just needed to relax and not let her past bog her down. She had done horrible, despicable things, both to strangers and to those she loved. All she could do now was try to use this second chance at life to atone. She stood there, and as thoughts of devouring her sisters, of atonement, and of Mata Hari swirled through her head an idea took form. It was an insane idea. She couldn't possibly go through with it could she? Would her sisters even accept or appreciate such a thing? The more she thought about it though the more she became sure that this was the only way she might start to lessen the guilt weighing on her heart.

She looked up and noticed that Tamamo Cat had returned to the kitchen. She took a deep breath, then approached her fellow Servant to make a request.

...

Emiya Alter was roused from his shallow rest by the quiet sound of his door sliding open. He projected Bakuya out of sight from his intruder, feeling the familiar grip of his pistol taking shape in his hand. He tightened his grip on his pistol as he heard the intruder quietly approach his bed. Not yet, he thought. The intruder would be watching for movement and probably already had their weapon drawn, attacking now would be risky. He would wait. Since he had been able to notice them in the first place his intruder was not an Assassin, nor particularly skilled at stealth. They're lack of experience would likely be an exploitable weakness. In the moment just before they planned to strike their guard would probably be at its lowest, and that is when he would launch his counter attack.

His intruder reached the bed and Emiya felt his sheet slowly pulled off. He felt the bed shift as the intruder crawled onto it. The intruder crept closer, but still Emiya's instincts told him it wasn't time. They were well within the reach of most weapons but still they didn't attack. Were they a wielder of daggers? Someone who injects poisons? Emiya racked his brain, trying to remember Chaldea's Servants and their weapons, trying to narrow down his plan of defense. He felt his intruder tug at his belt, slowly unbuckling it. Confusion began to creep into Emiya's thoughts, what could the intruder's goal here possibly be? He felt his pants slowly being tugged down, the intruder brushing against his skin. The intruder felt fuzzy. Who at Chaldea wore a fur coat or gloves, or had some other attribute that could explain that texture? The tension released from Emiya's body, chased out by exasperation. With a single fluid movement he swung his hand from behind his bed, pressed Bakuya against his intruder, and opened his eyes.

"What do you think you're doing Cat." he spat out.

Emiya could dimly see his intruder kneeling between his legs, her yellow eyes crossed as she stared down Bakuya's barrel pressed between them. Her mouth hung open inches away from his exposed penis, close enough that he could feel her breath. She was nearly naked, wearing only an apron.

"I need your help with something." Tamamo Cat responded, her tone of voice no different from normal.

"And why would that involve sneaking into my bed and sucking my dick?" Emiya asked, not moving the pistol.

"You're always such a sourpuss and you always ignore me when I try talk to you. I hear that this is a pleasant way to wake up and thought you'd probably help me if we started things off on the right paw." she replied.

"Well it didn't work. Now get out." Emiya said grinding his gun into her face.

She leaned forward, either too carefree or too unaware to take the threat seriously.

"You haven't even heard me out!" she said, pouting.

"Fine, tell me what it is so I can refuse and you can leave." Emiya growled through clenched teeth.

"I need help with a Dish. Medusa-" Cat started before being cut off by Emiya grabbing her shoulder and slamming her into the wall.

"I've told you I don't do that. That part of me has long been burned away. Get that non-rotten me to help you."

"He already refused! Pawlease! You're the only one left!"

Emiya ground his pistol into her forehead again, hard enough to draw a small trickle of blood.

"I said no. Now get out before I put a bullet through your brain and throw out your corpse." he growled.

Tamamo Cat wriggled out of his grasp, pounced on him pushing him to the bed, and took his dick into her mouth. Emiya grabbed her shoulder, roughly trying to push her off with one hand while keeping the gun ground between her eyes with the other.

"Stop that. A little bit of fun wouldn't get me to help you, and you couldn't get me off anyway. My nerves have long since been burned out. As a Servant they function just well enough to not be a liability, but pleasurable sensations of the flesh are beyond this body."

Tamamo Cat pouted, face furrowing as tried to come up with a response.

"How about you help me if I get you off then? I'll leave you alone if I really can't." she finally responded.

"Why don't I put a bullet through your brain and go back to sleep." Emiya growled.

"How about you do that if you win?" Cat countered.

Emiya's grip on Bakuya tightened. He knew Cat was insane, but she would really go this far to try to get his help? Really, he should have just put her down the moment he drew his gun on her. The only thing stopping him was that he knew most of the cooking Servants were quite popular here at Chaldea and he didn't want to unnecessarily draw any ire that could come back to bite him on the ass. He'd had just about enough of Tamamo Cat though, perhaps a poorly thought out gamble rather than outright murder would be enough to shield him from retribution. Or at least lessen it enough that dealing with any attackers would be less of a nuisance than dealing any further with Cat.

"Fine." he hissed through his clenched teeth. "I won't be holding back when you fail."

Tamamo Cat immediately pounced, taking Emiya's dick into her mouth and stimulating the base with her tongue. Emiya just laid back against the wall, leaning his head back and trying to figure out how long his patience would hold out before he would pull the trigger of the gun still pressed to Tamamo Cat's head.

Emiya could feel Cat working his shaft, but as he had expected he could merely tell that she was doing so. It hadn't taken him long to grow hard, but that was purely a physiological response. There was no feedback, no sensation of pleasure traveling up his spine. Out of boredom he tilted his head forward, examining the Servant he planned to kill. He examined her bare ass as at waved from side to side as she worked, her tail swishing even faster. He looked down and took in the sight of her breasts, the sizable mounds visible from both the top and the sides as the filled out her apron. He started to appraise her as a woman, rather than just as a nuisance. She was a good looking woman, even if her unique brand of insanity usually prevented anyone from seeing it. Even if he couldn't feel he could at least try to appreciate the view until his patience ran out.

As he admired Cat's womanly assets Emiya started down another train of thought. How long had it been since he had enjoyed the company of a woman? Had he ever? He tried to recall the few scant fragments of memory he had from his life, he knew there were women in them, several even, though he couldn't recall their names or faces. Had he shared a bed with any of them? He could not remember.

Emiya felt a small tickle at the base of his spine. He looked down, but Cat wasn't doing anything differently. He watched as she popped her head off his dick and then dragged her rough tongue up along its underside. Emiya felt it, in the way he had earlier where he was only aware of it, but he also felt the tickle again, slightly stronger. The foreign sensation grew in frequency and intensity until it became constant shivers, in rhythm with Cat's ministrations. He felt something new building, something larger. He tried to pull back, to stop the foreign sensation and stop whatever loomed, but Cat followed, her tongue and mouth never relenting. She wrapped her arms behind Emiya's hips, taking him deep into her mouth, broaching her throat. She held on tightly as she worked her tongue around his base and squeezed her throat around his the head of his dick. Emiya felt long forgotten and damaged nerves flood with signals as ecstasy wracked his body for what all he knew was the first time. His hips seized and thrust forward as he deposited his semen down Cat's neck. After a few seconds that paradoxically felt like both an eternity and an instant, Emiya collapsed spent on the bed. His gun arm fell limply to his side, for the first time since he had moved no longer pressed to Cat's head.

Tamamo Cat pulled back, Emiya's last residual spurt splashing across her tongue and lips. She sat up, her tongue collecting what had landed outside of her mouth. She swirled her tongue around her mouth, gathering every last bit as she considered the taste. Emiya could feel another twinge at the base of his spine as he watched her conspicuously swallow.

"Not bad fresh. Don't know if I'd say tasty, but maybe it would be good in the right dish." Cat said, muttering to no one in particular. "So, a deal's a deal. Right?" she said, yellow eyes meeting Emiya's.

"A deal's a deal." Emiya conceded as he wondered what he had gotten himself into.

...

Emiya Alter stood in the kitchen accompanied by Tamamo Cat and Medusa. The only stitch of clothing between the two of them was Cat's apron. He ran his hand over his hair as he looked at the women and tried to wrap his head around what they had planned.

"Let me make sure I understand. You want to be cooked alive and served to your older sisters." he said directed at Medusa.

"That's correct." she said with a nod.

"Now why am I here?" he asked to Cat.

"Just didn't seem like a one cat job." she said with a shrug.

Emiya sighed as he ran his hand over his head again.

"Now I see why that man refused to help. I've already told you before, I no longer possess these skills, I no longer remember that part of my life. And even if I did I'm certain that I never cooked a person, living or otherwise."

"No need to worry! I'm sure you'll do great!" Cat said with a wink.

Emiya sighed.

"Well, I warned you. I agreed to help and I'll keep my word."

Medusa breathed a sigh of relief and Cat did a little hop while pumping her fist in the air.

The trio spent the next several minutes hammering out the menu. This mostly consisted of Medusa listing Greek dishes her sisters enjoyed, Cat excitedly jumping on the idea, and Emiya exasperatedly pointing out that they didn't have the appropriate ingredients or tools for some of the more exotic dishes.

Eventually they finished and got to work. While Medusa was slated to be an ingredient it wasn't quite yet time for her to assume that role. Until then she worked alongside the other two, preparing the other ingredients so that Emiya and Cat would have everything ready to work with while she cooked.

Soon this preparation finished and Medusa laid down upon a large cutting board. She did her best to calm her breathing as her two chefs strapped down her arms and legs. She wanted to do this for her sisters, but it was still extremely nerve wracking to submit her self like this.

The plan was cut Medusa's arms and legs short, to cook her like a roast pig and to use the extra meat for additional dishes. Emiya projected a large cleaver, strong enough to cut through a Servant's limbs. The tool felt comfortable in his hand, but he also found the fact that it did unsettling. With practiced ease he brought it down half way between Medusa's right shoulder and elbow. Medusa let out an short involuntary scream as her arm was hewn from her body, and a longer one when Cat cauterized the wound with a blowtorch. Medusa was able to grit her teeth through the loss of her other arm, but lost her cool again at the even worse pain of losing her legs from halfway down her thigh. It took her a few seconds to regain her composure, her face flushing in embarrassment at the wailing she thought unbecoming of a Servant. She took a couple deep breaths, steeling herself for the next step.

Emiya plunged a short projected blade into her body just above her pubic bone. Medusa grit her teeth, enduring as he dragged the knife up to just below her breasts. Emiya and Cat started to pull out her insides, sorting them for later and cauterizing things when necessary to prevent Medusa's blood from flooding the rapidly emptying cavity. When the pair finished everything below Medusa's diaphragm had been removed, the empty space ready to be filled with a cornucopia's bounty.

The two cooks spent several minutes applying a glaze they had prepared according to Medusa's recipe, coating her evenly and dyeing her skin brown. Emiya bound her stumps to poles, making sure that what remained of her limbs would be positioned correctly after the oven's heat rendered them immobile. There was now just one thing left to do.

Emiya slid a tray beneath Medusa, picking her up and walking her to the oven. Medusa felt a wave of heat wash over her as Tamamo Cat bounded forward and opened it. Without a word Emiya slid her inside and closed the door.

The two cooks returned to their work, continuing to prepare the dishes the would complete the feast alongside Medusa. Emiya found it unsettling how comfortably his hands moved as he worked. It seemed his body remembered quickly even if he no longer did.

Several minutes later Emiya looked up from his work to see Cat peering into the oven, tail wagging from side to side. Working alongside one naked and one nearly naked woman had put quite the stress on his newly healed and awakened libido. The sounds Medusa had made, and the way her body had writhed and jiggled as he had dismembered and gutted her had been even harder. Watching Cat's hips sway from side, her visibly damp pussy plain to see, was the last straw. He walked up behind Cat while unfastening his belt and thrust into her in one smooth motion. When Cat turned to look at him he slammed her face into the glass window of the oven, holding her face against the hot glass as he fucked her. Cat mewled, apparently entirely content with this rough treatment. Through the glass Emiya could see that Medusa was watching them, a hard to read expression on her face. Her skin had darkened, and some liquid could be seen welling on her skin. Whether it was sweat or grease Emiya was uncertain, either way the sight of the roasting Medusa invigorated him even further as he continued to pound away at Tamamo Cat.

...

Stheno and Euryale sat waiting together in the former's room.

"I wonder how much longer Medusa expects us to wait for her surprise." said Euryale.

"It better be quite something for her to make us wait this long. I should think of some punishment for if it doesn't measure up." said Stheno.

Just then their conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Come in." both sisters said together.

The door slid open and in came Emiya Alter wheeling a food laden cart. In the center laid a giant covered platter surrounded by numerous other dishes and several flagons of drink.

"Am I to assume that this is Medusa's surprise? Seems she must know our patience has worn thin if she's too cowardly to deliver it herself." said Stheno.

Emiya merely grunted in reply.

"We'll have plenty of time to discuss Medusa's punishment while we eat, no need to be too hasty." Euryale replied, gracefully rising from where she sat on the bed.

"As a condition for the use of a Command Spell Medusa agreed that after you two eat your fill that the leftovers be offered first to our Masters and then the rest of Chaldea. I'll be in the kitchen." Emiya said, before turning and leaving.

The two sisters gave each other a puzzled look, and Euryale walked over to the cart. She lifted the lid from the giant tray, gasping in shock at what she saw and dropping it. The lid noisily clattered to the floor where is spun for several seconds before coming to a rest.

In the center of the banquets lay Medusa's roasted body, her truncated limbs pointing towards the ceiling, slightly tilting away from her body. Euryale let out another gasp when she saw Medusa's eyes slow open. Medusa's head turned to face her, but it didn't look like she could see her.

"What have you done Medusa!" Stheno yelled, jumping from the bed and rushing to the cart.

The two older sisters heard the younger make some muffled noises. Stheno pulled out the apple that was jammed between her teeth.

"I want to apologize for everything. I thought maybe I could start to make things up to you by becoming a delicious meal." Medusa said in a voice barely louder than a whisper.

"Where did you even get such a crazy idea?!" Euryale asked.

"I feel tremendous guilt for what I did to you both back on the Shapeless Isle. I know there is nothing I can to do to make it up to you, but I thought letting you eat my flesh was the bare minimum I could do. It might be presumptuous and distasteful to say this, but if I'm even half as tasty cooked as you two were raw I'm sure I'll be the tastiest meal you've had since we left Olympus." Medusa whispered through cracked lips.

The two older sister exchanged a concerned look. They knew Medusa hadn't meant to kill them, they held no grudge, but had they failed to convey that to Medusa, had they been too hard on her since being summoned? Had they driven her too this?

"This is too far Medusa, come on let's go get you healed." Stheno said, moving to grab the handle of the cart.

"No, it's too late for that. Please sisters I need to do this for you, let me try to start to make it up to you. Was my crime too great that even offering this is an offense?" Medusa said, occluded eyes sorrowfully looking in the direction of her sister's voices.

"Of course not! Medusa, we don't want this! We want to live together again, all three of us!" Euryale cried.

"I have complete confidence the Masters will summon me again. Please sisters." Medusa said, slowly closing her eyes.

The older sisters exchanged another glace. Euryale slowly grabbed two plates and put a slice of meat on each. She handed one to Stheno and together they tentatively lifted their forks to their mouths. Together their teeth sunk into their morsels, and together their eyes that had been scrunched in discomfort flew open in surprise. They looked at each other again. Forget Olympus! This might be the tastiest meat the pair had ever eaten.

"Is it good?" Medusa asked as she heard the forks clink back on the plates.

The pair hesitated a moment.

"Well, it's better than I expected." Stheno said, biting her tongue in displeasure that even in this situation she seemed to be unable to give Medusa honest praise.

"I'm glad." Medusa whispered, her cracked lips bending into a smile.

The two older sisters began to partake in earnest of the younger. They started with the dishes that filled her abdomen and surrounded her, the links of sausages, the soups, and the variously prepared meats from her arms and legs. They drank freely of the flagons of wine and kykeon. After their hesitation had been loosened by wine and delicious food they started to partake of the meat still attached to Medusa. Euryale dug a knife into Medusa's side, prying two ribs from her younger sister and plopping one on her older sister's plate and one on her own. Medusa hissed as she felt the knife pierce her skin and groaned as the meat was pulled away. The two older sisters cut and sampled slices from Medusa's breasts, the whole while maintaining their usual scathing commentary about her 'grotesquely overgrown' body. Medusa only smiled though, with every bite her sisters ate their biting remarks seemed to lose a bit more of their edge.

Stheno and Euryale both rose from their seats at the same time, each intuitively understanding the others intention. Stheno lifted the knife plunging it slowly into Medusa just below her pussy. Medusa groaned as her oldest sister sawed the knife up along the side of her most intimate part. When she reached the top just above Medusa's clit she stepped back, letting Euryale take over and finish carving out their prize. The two older sisters sat together on the edge of the bed, cutting off small bites and feeding them to each other. It wasn't long before all the remained was Medusa's clit. Stheno lifted up her fork between them. Their faces were tinged pink as they stared at the morsel speared on its end. Simultaneously they leaned forward, lips meeting around Stheno's fork. They didn't bite down immediately, crushing together their lips, lathing their tongues around the morsel and each other's mouths. They started nibbling at the morsel, chewing and passing their prize back and forth, never interrupting their feverish make out. The tiny morsel didn't last long, and soon enough the pair leaned back, breathing heavily and deeply flushed. Neither had expected to find this experience so arousing, to find Medusa's meat so deliciously intoxicating. They wanted to take things further, but then Medusa might hear, and they didn't want her getting a big head. The two older sisters stood, returning to the side of their younger. Together they picked up the knife and brought it to Medusa's throat. Medusa turned to face her sister's as she felt the steel prick her skin.

"Was I delicious sisters?" She asked, in a apprehensive whisper.

Her sisters were still loathe to give her praise, but they felt they could not lie about such a sublime experience, that they had to respond honestly to the apology Medusa had laid down her life to give.

"Yes." they answered simply together as the brought down the knife on Medusa's throat.

Freed from the support of her spine Medusa's head rolled to face her sisters with a dull thud. Frozen on her face was a look of complete contentment, more so than the sisters had ever seen on her face before.

Only seconds after Medusa's head fell to the platter both her sister's dresses fell to the floor. Their bodies came together, their lips smashing together as they fell on the bed. They made passionate love, then ate some more, switching back and forth until the two activities melded into one. Euryale ate one of of Medusa's nipples from Stheno's chest, lightly teasing her still living sister's nipple with her teeth as she chewed the dead one's. Stheno made out with Medusa's severed head, biting off her lower lip and sharing it with Euryale. Euryale did the same with Medusa's upper lip and then they took turns swapping small bites of her tongue. The ate strips of meat soaked in each other's juices. They each deepthroated an end of the same sausage, kissing in the middle and only biting through when they started to run out of air. They ate and fucked, indulging in each other bodies and the body of their delicious younger sister.

They had been embracing in post coital bliss for several minutes, Medusa's head wedged between their stomachs, when Euryale disentangled herself and stood up. She walked over to the tray and began preparing a plate of food.

"What are you doing, Me?" Stheno asked.

"Preparing a plate for Asterios. I suppose I'll also let the kitchen know to come pick up the leftovers while I'm out." she replied, putting down the platter for a moment to dress herself.

"I suppose we must." Stheno sighed, flopping onto her back.

"I wonder what will happen." Euryale mused. "I'm sure our Masters will find Medusa just as delicious as we did. I'm sure this won't be the last time they dine on the flesh of a Servant."

"I wonder if we'll end up on their plate, I'm not enthused about the idea, but nothing we can do against the power of a Command Spell." Stheno muttered.

Her statement rung a little hollow and both of them knew it. Neither would admit to having an interest in being meat, and really neither did, but they did have a smoldering ember of curiosity, and who knew what may happen in the coming months to blow on it.

With that thought floating in both their minds Euryale picked up the plate and turned to leave.

...

Emiya Alter rummaged through a drawer in the kitchen. He had long since finished cleaning the dishes he had dirtied while cooking Medusa, but this is where he told the Gorgon sisters he would be. He didn't expect that he would be returning to the kitchen, but he felt somehow drawn to the room and whiled away his time familiarizing himself with what tools were available. He turned when he heard approaching footsteps and saw Euryale walking towards him.

"We have eaten our fill, you can come pick up the leftovers." Euryale said.

Emiya didn't care, or at least he wanted to believe he didn't care, but he found himself asking the question anyway.

"How was the meal?"

Euryale paused for a moment. She didn't mind nearly as much complimenting this man as she did Medusa, but she still desired to maintain the air of a regal goddess.

"It was delicious. No doubt the best meal we've had since begin summoned here. Don't tell Medusa I said so though." She finally replied, downplaying her honest appraisal.

Emiya felt himself swell once again with a foreign feeling. After wresting with it for a long moment he realized it was pride. He had done something he was proud of. For years he had done what was necessary, but he had never taken pride in what he had done. His actions had slowly eaten away at him, but he powered through knowing that they must be done. But here he had done something and someone had praised his work. Not just simple praise either, she called it the best she had since arriving at Chaldea. That meant the meal he had made surpassed those of his non-rotten counterpart. He was well aware that Tamamo Cat was equally responsible if not more so for the quality of the dish, and he knew that it was more the quality of the ingredients than either of their skills at preparing it, but still, a new emotion blossomed and filled Emiya Alter for the second time that day.

"Do you plan to cook more in the future? I'm sure our Masters will acquire a taste this evening and Myself and I wouldn't mind having another opportunity to sample Medusa." Euryale said.

Emiya was caught off guard by this question. He hadn't considered the possibility of repeat performances, considering that this first one had been done under duress. Slowly the gears started to turn though. Maybe he could cook more, maybe this could be his niche. Maybe there was something he was uniquely suited for other than ruinous destruction, something that he could offer his Masters and Chaldea. Maybe all the long forgotten memories of the smiling faces of those he cooked for could be replaced with new ones.

"Perhaps." was all he said in reply.