A Sisterly Picnic

[To celebrate the bundle passing $10,000 here is a little piece of fanfic. Technically this is fanfic of the online BSky character Persephone, which is based on Hades Calculus Persephone, but who seems even more unhinged.]

A Sisterly Picnic

Madalithea looked delicious, as always. Mouth-watering.

Hades and Hephaestus had both told me to be on my best behavior; they had devised this older sister, younger sister arrangement. Human socialisation was important, they said. I gallantly kissed Mada's hand, licking between a set of delicate knuckles.

“Ready, little sister, for our picnic?” I asked.

She gulped, then nodded. She had a lovely gulping motion; the mechanics of her throat were fascinating. A schema appeared in my minds-eye; red lines, each layer flayed and separated. 

“Yes… big sister,” she said.

Her guardian pup stood some way off; she looked conflicted, so I gave her a cheery wave.

“This way then, little sis,” I said.

Mada was wearing light robes; very different to the ones she wore for her profession. I wore my flight suit; it does things for me, I am told.

We made our way to one of Olympus's expansive public parks, and to a grassy and sunlit meadow. I tried not to think of my mother, or my big sister.

“This is pretty,” said Mada.

“Yes,” I said, looking at her. I put the hamper on the ground. “We should probably do a bit of exercise first. Build our appetites.”

“Oh, er, big sister,” said Mada. “I'm not dressed for it—”

“Oh, that is no problem, we can do it in olympic mode.”

“And my breathing…”

“Oh right, right,” I said, disappointed. I moved closer. “I thought we might play a children's game, as sisters. Have you ever heard of Bobcat and Rabbits?”

“No, big sister.”

“It's very simple. The oldest sister is the bobcat, the younger sisters are rabbits. One by one, the bobcat chases them down, and captures them with a sisterly kiss, and the younger sisters play dead from then on, until all have been dispatched.”

“It… it seems to only end one way,” said Mada.

“Yes!” I said. “That is why it is a Moral and Instructional game for sisters of all ages. I am sad I never got to play with either my big sister or my little one.”

“Um, I am sorry,” Mada said.

“Well, I suppose it's the victory that's important,” I said. “Shall we?”

“What?”

I put her on the ground. Gently, don't worry; I held her shoulders and stepped her backwards, at the same time as putting my foot behind hers, politely tripping her. I followed her down, careful not to place my inhuman weight on her mortal frame.

I watched her breathe, for a bit, in the neatly clipped grass. She seemed a little panicked, for some reason, but her breathing returned to normal.

“So, the bobcat brings down her prey; it's usually a bit rougher. Imagine two sisters, limbs entangled, struggling for dominance. Obviously, the big sister wins eventually.” I held her wrists above her head, to indicate what that might look like. “And then… do you remember what?” 

Mada gulped several times, then whispered, “A sisterly kiss?”

“Well, sort of,” I said, bending closer so that I could whisper too. “Have you seen a bobcat, or any predator really, catch a young rabbit? She bites down on the rabbit's neck, while it hangs limply from her jaw. Then, of course, she eats. So, in the game, the sisterly kiss is a big one, to the neck. Hold still.”

Mada didn't move, but started trembling. I showed her how clean and sharp my teeth were, to reassure her that I was a good bobcat. The trembling increased.

I bent to her neck, letting my teeth touch the skin, pressing slightly. With my tongue, I tasted her; I could feel her pulse in her throat. Biomechanical. She was delicious, prey-scented; it was all I could do not to bite down, but that would end the game too early. Instead, I sucked, leaving a beautiful bruise with the bite.

“There, now you have a nice memento of your sister's affection,” I said, sitting back and admiring. “Imagine a long spring spent playing that game; when sisters’ necks got too full, they would have to move onto the jaw, collarbone, and hundreds of other places. Can you imagine?”

“Yes,” whispered Mada.

“Picnic time!” I said, and crawled over to the hamper. Mada sat up while I brought it back.

“Now, you remember what was said about the role, when eating, of a younger sister?” I asked.

“Um, that she should pour drinks, and wait for her elder sister to take a bite… of the food, first. Serve, I guess. That sort of thing,” she said.

“That's right!” I said. “Now, I appear to have forgotten the picnic blanket, so your role, as younger sister, is to be… a table.”

“What?”

“Lie back,” I said, pushing her down. “I can't put the food in the grass, can I?”

I began unbuttoning her robe.

“What are you doing?” she said, tremulously. 

“I don't want to mess up your robes, do I?”

I carefully laid out the robe on each side of her; she was trembling again, even though it was quite warm. Her naked skin looked and smelled wonderful.

I started laying out food, in neat piles on her skin. Hades’ kitchen was lavish and munificent; I set out cheese pastries, stuffed vine leaves, spinach pies, zucchini fritters, flatbreads, and the like.

I ate first, as the elder sister, but I was kind enough to feed her too; conveying each morsel to her mouth, slipping my fingers inside her each time. It was important to feel her lips, her tongue, and her teeth; checking on my younger sister’s oral welfare is vital and thrilling.

Eventually, the food was gone; I'd eaten most of it—I am a growing girl—but Mada had also gotten used to being hand fed, and licking and sucking my fingers. How trainable younger sisters are! I wonder if Hades would let me have a pet? 

Her body was covered in pools and splatters of different oils and juices from the food. 

“Don't worry, sister dear,” I said, lowering my mouth to the fragrant olive oil left behind by the cheese pastries. I licked, and sucked, and bit; taking my time. Savouring each drop. Sometimes my bites broke skin, and Mada would jerk or yelp in an adorable way. Mostly she would just quiver, though. At other times, I would suck at her delicate skin, not only removing juices, but leaving a beautiful varicoloured bruise between teeth marks. The stuffed vine leaves, around her left flank, seemed to have stained her skin, so she needed a lot of biting and sucking around that area. Mada squeaked and gasped as I did so. I had to stop myself taking proper bites, instead just marking, puncturing. The end result was quite artistic, if a little mauled. Mada was still trembling, shaking even.

Artificial night was falling, the temperature dropping by a set number of degrees; Mada moved to close her robe.

“No, no, no,” I said, taking her hand and kissing it again, then running my tongue up the inside of her arm. “We still have dessert, little sister, and I have worked up quite an appetite.”