Forbidden Hungers:
The pandemic had been declared seemingly a lifetime ago. The first reports of it surfacing in another country with inconsistent and vague information about transmission rates and lethality lending themselves to panic.
It wasn't long before a lockdown was announced in a desperate attempt to stop the spread. Most of the kids were ecstatic at first, since even if they had to stay indoors they got time off school! Besides, from the sound of things they'd only have to deal with being trapped for a week or two anyway- that's how long the 'flatten the curve' commercials said anyway.
Now it was the approaching the end of month three of confinement.
And month four didn't look any more appealing than month two had.
There is a finite amount of time one person can spend with another without needing a break from said person, and for a household of thirteen extroverts that time was approximately much less than three months.
There had been fights. There had been brawls. Lisa had needed to regrow Luan's teeth no less than four times and Lincoln had been used as the family stress ball so much The Squirrel Suit was starting to look tattered.
But the worst was yet to come.
Recently the elder sisters had taken to more 'big sister only' meetings than usual, which wasn't entirely suspect given the context of their present home life. Lisa suspected that their long meetings weren't matters of household scheduling or dire discussions upon who got the T.V. remote and for how long, but rather they were just a few hours that they could spend not dealing with anyone under thirteen.
The genius could not fault them, she spent more time than not in her bunker than even before the lockdowns. Now it was all she could do to find more excuses to avoid further 'family time' with her siblings.
All the games had been played.
All the topics of conversation had been exhausted.
Even the pets were sick of fetch, and Lana had been banned from riding Charles again. Lincoln's many schemes to entertain the family had run dry. Luna was sick of playing to herself, Luan was down to her last knock-knock jokes after her more 'exotic equipment had been banned.
Even Lynn was down to a moody passive boredom, for her assorted sports equipment had been locked in the garage after The Incident. Now the Sporty Sister was under a moratorium of no sports under penalty of having to wear only dresses until the lockdown ended, and Lynn's tomboy pride narrowly beat out her sportsball addiction to hold her to good behaviour.
All there was really left was the T.V. and what reruns it offered. And honestly? Lisa didn't think anyone would admit it, but Dessert Storm's staged contrivances became increasingly obvious the more they binged it, and Dream Boat was even worse. It was a catch twenty-two, the more they watched the less entertaining their last source of joy was.
Except of course, for science! No, Lisa Loud could make her own fun through the joys of experimentation and discovery!
Until her thin-stretched supplies ran dry.
Fun fact; getting 'exotic' materials in a lockdown is nigh impossible- at least not if you don't want the government to start looking more closely at your more interesting experiments.
But the wunderkind was nothing if not adaptable; so what if hard science was out of the question? Soft science was always there as a convenient backup. And what better subjects for any soft of study than the varied personas and unpredictable events that her family presented?
Thus, there she was, sitting in front of her computer with a dozen screens relaying footage piggybacked off of the many cameras Luan had installed to keep constant watch on their family like some paranoid dictator watching their citizens for dissent. Though of course, the silly sister likely had far less benevolent intentions considering her annual mental break.
But regardless, Lisa noted down everything that was occurring in the house at this late hour. The younger siblings were largely left to their own devices, and were acting accordingly;
Lincoln was reading comics in his usual state of undress.
Deep within the vents, Lucy was composing her paltry poems under the dim light of an electric candle (true wicks emitting a smoke that would have activated what fire suppression systems were left in the aged and abused domicile).
The twins were sleeping, Lola in her standard beauty mask and Lana currently buried under a pile of semi-tame assorted vermin, reptiles and amphibians.
Lily, of course, was babbling in her crib. Happily oblivious to the mind numbing boredom of lockdown in a way that only those incapable of understanding could be.
The big sisters however were more interesting; as the older siblings their bedtime was still a ways off and while the topics of their conversations were usually the inane babble that comprised the majority of post-pubescent dialogue, the expression of anguish upon Luan's face caught Lisa's attention. She switched the audio from Lucy's semi-comprehensible mutterings to Lori's room.
"- I… I need him inside me!" Luan wailed.
Ah.
Puerile pubescent proclamations.
No need to listen in further here, Lisa resisted the urge to screw up her face in disgust, then did so anyway since there was no one in her bunker to see her. But as her finger went to switch the audio to something less petty than Luan's reproductive urges (perhaps Charle's bowl movements were irregular after tonight's meatleaf?), Lori's response took the genius by surprise;
"I know right?" Lori sighed, "is he using some new cologne? I literally can't stop drooling when he's around!"
"… Intriguing." Lisa held off on switching away for now. Lori was already engaged in a relationship, one with substantial emotional investment no less. What prospective partner could inspire such obvious 'desire' in two specimens with such widely varying tastes as the firstborn and jester of the house?
Well besides Hugh of course-
"Hugh?" Lisa blinked. "HUGH!"
Instantly all thoughts of switching away vanished and her calculating exterior peeled away to reveal a giddy girl with a crush who practically pressed herself to the screen. If Hugh had returned then- well she first needed know if he had-
"Yeah dudes," Luna strummed her acoustic guitar. "I just wanna eat him you know?"
"Looking good!" Lisa exclaimed. "Who else but that magnificent example of manhood could inspire Luna to open declarations of desire in opposition to her established relationship!?"
"Not gonna lie," Lynn admitted, hands in her pockets as she looked to the floor. "I really wanna a piece of his 'cake'."
"Four out of five …" Lisa looked around for Leni, and spotted her wistfully looking at a picture in her hands. "Oh dear, dense sister of mine; please confirm my hypothesis…"
"… Do you think he'll like it?" Leni's lip trembled. "Like; It could really hurt!"
Lisa froze, could the elder five be planning something that could harm Hugh?
"He won't even feel anything!" Lori insisted. "It'll be over for him in a second- and we'll have all night to get him in us!"
No. Not merely harm, Lisa's eyes darted around- and she spotted the needle in Lori's hand- still sheathed for now but the reservoir was filled with a clear liquid that could only mean trouble.
Trouble that from the context of the conversation, and implied sexual intentions….
"Dear theoretical God!" Lisa practically jumped out of her chair. "You degenerates are planning a gang rape!"
Never in all her few but fruitful years would she have thought….
No.
No, actually this was an entirely obvious potential considering how they'd literally hounded him out of Royal Woods by the force of their collective 'thirst'. She was reasonably certain that if Hugh had not made his escape he would have been tied and used like one of their Maternal Units floor mounted toys (street name; Sybian) until Stockholm syndrome set in.
Lisa's jaw locked in determination as she shuddered at the thought. "Sibling Units or not- such behaviour is utterly unacceptable!" She darted over to her weapons rack and staring rifling through it for a working stun ray. "But there is no need to fear, not when I; Lisa 'Ex Machina' Loud am-"
"-inky won't feel anything?"
Leni's voice caught Lisa's attention once more, and she ceased her self aggrandisement just long enough to listen as the name stuck out to her.
Lincoln?
"It'll just be a prick," Lori insisted. "And then the twerp is ours all night long!"
Lisa froze.
"Oh please sweet Pythagoras no, " she groaned a bile arose in the back of her mouth.
But facts, do not in fact, care about one's feelings.
"C'mon dudette," Luna's voice came through. "I can't wait to get a taste of his Log!"
"Dang it, I wanted to-" Luan was cut off,
"I call dibs on his butt!" Lynn cackled. "Those cheeks are mine!"
"Fine, but I'm getting the thighs!" Luan curtly replied. "I wanna see if I can't play the Hambone on those things!"
"Aww, can't we all share?" Leni pouted.
"Just call dibs on what you want like everyone else Leni," Lori facepalmed.
"Okay; I want-"
"And it can't be everything."
"Awww…"
Lisa gagged, "incest."
It was utterly abhorrent. The very idea of consanguineous relations repulsed even Lisa's rational stoicism.
But…
"I'm gonna go get him now!" Lynn declared.
The functional consequences were not nearly so dire.
Certainly Lincoln would suffer for a time, but Lisa could easily brain blast the memories away- and even if she couldn't manufacture the perfect plan B pill in the world she could genetically repair any potential offspring should the mother choose bear them. Hugh on the other hand was a beacon of masculinity to be cherished- thankfully he seemed to be safe for now.
"Hey guys, how come you called me- urghh!"
Lisa looked back just in time to witness Lincoln's features forcibly relax as a grinning Lynn held him still for Lori's needle in his arm.
"Alright girls, let's get him outta those clothes!"
But Lisa knew that she still had some obligation to at least try to mitigate the elders' deviancy. Or at least it would be faster to prevent any conceptions now than to spend the half an hour later mixing up some contraceptives to prevent any offspring.
"Ahh, to live in a less idiotic world" sighing, the little genius half-heartedly searched through her weapons rack. It took about five minutes for her to find something vaguely non-lethal, and then to add a ray dampener to make it actually non-lethal.
She trudged up her ladder, then through the garden and into the kitchen, ignoring the whimpering of Charles as she passed. The canine was likely cursed with hearing precise enough to understand what gross indulgences Lisa would have to witness in the process of stopping it.
She marched up the stairs with a resolve and dread that surely only soldiers making their way through minefields could have appreciated. But as horrid as that passage was, the doorway that loomed after seemed more like that of an executioner's chamber than a bedroom's.
And as Lisa raised her unlocking device (that happened to be her 'knock out' device on a slightly higher setting), a dreadful wet sound reached her ears. She hesitated, and to regret more sounds permeated the thin wood and walls.
"Mmmphhh," Lori moaned. "Shwwoo gooood."
"Linky's like; totes delish you guys!"
"I know dudes," Luna affirmed. "It's gonna be a real pain getting these stains out though!"
"Yeah, a real pain the butt! He, he! Geddit?"
"I thought you were gonna go for the thighs?"
"Have you seen these buns?" There was a wet slap. "There's more than enough to go around!"
Lisa's nerve wavered- then she found her inner stoic once more and braced herself for the onslaught.
The greatest responsibilities fell to those with the greatest ability to manage them- and if not then Lisa then who? She grit her teeth, turned up the settings on her gun from 'concussion' to 'Filet Mignon' and fired at the lock.
The lock disintegrated in a millisecond and the door's wooden body flew open into multiple pieces. The residents of the room within were startled, as their shocked expressions revealed.
But not nearly as shocked as Lisa was to witness what lay within.
There was no sign of sexual activity in the room as Lisa had feared, though there was plenty of evidence of Lincoln's presence as the five girl still dripped with his bodily fluids.
His blood to be precise.
The rest of him was scattered around the eldests' room, with what remained of his nude body laying upon spread plastic. The elder sisters were gathered around the cadaver with their maternal unit's fine china in hand, their plates filled with his flesh, Lynn and Luan appeared to have a buttcheek apiece and Luna was very clearly still chewing on Lincoln's 'log' , the end flipping about as she made her way through the stringy flesh- albeit slowing as she realised they had an audience.
"Oh, hi Lisa, we're totes having a dinner party!" Leni waved with bloody fingers, and a pile of semi-identifiable meat upon her plate. "Did you want some?"
Lori froze, and her eyes darted to her second youngest sister. The eldest sat covered in gore, and from the way her stomach bulged as if she were pregnant and her lips were red with blood it was clear where the majority of the eleven year old's mass had gone.
"No." Lisa curtly replied. "… Just to make be certain; none of you in engaged in sexual relations with Lincoln before using our fraternal unit as a literal snack, correct?"
Lynn spat out a finger in shock, "Dude, what the fuck?"
"Literally why?"
"Not even funny Leese!"
"Get that nasty stuff outta ya' head Brainbox!"
"We'd never do that to Linky!" Leni nodded, her movements allowing an eyeball to fall off her plate and land on the carpet with a splat. "Oh darn it!"
"I was merely being thorough," Lisa sighed, then deactivated her weapon. "I'd strongly advise that you clean this area completely before the blood stains."
"Like, that's totally obvious Lisa," Leni waved her off. "We're totes careful anyway!"
A kidney slid off her plate, unbalanced by the sudden loss of the hand Leni was emoting with.
"BWWAHH!" Lincoln gasped, then threw himself up as he blindly reached for warmth. "COLD! COLD! COL-"
FSSHHH
"Ahhhh," the boy sighed as heaters blew over him, and he opened his rapidly focusing eyes. He was in some kind of tub (Lisa's Cryogenics thing maybe?) and before him stood Lisa.
From the looks of things he was in her bunker again for some reason-
Wait?
What was the last thing he remembered? Something about Lori wanting to see him before Lynn dragged him there for-
"Oh gosh darn it!" He 'swore'. "They did it again didn't they!?"
"I suggest you take up a less nutritious diet." Lisa primly replied. "Or at least stop whatever training regime induces such grow in your gluteou-"
"I'm not doing anything!" Lincoln protested. "They just grow that way!"
"Well consider some less flattering jeans then," Lisa tossed him a pair of clothes- freshly cleaned of bloodstains. "You only have three more clone bodies before I'll have to start making shortcuts for budget reasons- you don't really need two kidneys, do you?"
A/N:
Special thanks to Nuuo for beta-reading and providing the initial premise of Forbidden Hungers
