|Maggie|

I can hear Brienne singing to herself as she loads up an AP shell into the gun, speeding off alongside the other tanks of our group. So far we've done exceptionally well considering what tanks we were up against, but we're not out of the woods yet. Besides, we've not gotten ourselves a kill yet. Sure this is supposed to be a team sport, and tracking that Jumbo was useful, but nothing beats having a KO under your belt. Of course though it would have to be the Super Pershings we have to try against, wouldn't it?

"Gonna tell Aunt Mary 'bout Uncle John, 'e claims 'e has the misery but he has a lot o' fun oh baby," Brienne grooves about in her seat.

"Hey, Little Richette, make sure the next few rounds are AP before you get too carried away," I remind her.

"Eh? Oh, yeah no prob. Got it. Ooh baby, havin' me some fun tonight, yeeeah."

It wouldn't be so bad if she was the only one singing. Falkner's whistling along with it, albeit very poorly and making a dog's dinner of it. Eeeugh. Anyways, I tap Sam on her shoulder with my foot to get her attention. "See if you can't raise Felitia. Now's a good of a time as ever to try to work out how to deal with those Super Pershings."

I don't need a response from Sam to know that she gets it, and she nods in my direction as I'm patched through, just as the squad of Pershings get into sight, right around the corner too. Straight into our faces. "Fuck! Evade them!"

Thank god Falkner is our driver. The 90mm shell skids by the side of our tank, as do the others, missing their intended targets. I get a good look through the cupola at them and sigh to myself. Shame we have to take out such beauties. My favorite tank after all, the Pershing is. Of course they had to choose the ugliest Super Pershing variant, the one with strapped on spaced armor.

"Felicita! Mags here! I have an idea as to how to deal with these monsters!"

There's while before the response comes, "Go ahead! Make it quick."

"See that bundle of tubes on top of the turrets? When they mounted that sexy long 90mm gun and bolted the boiler plates on to it, they couldn't raise the gun up, so they had to have stabilizer springs mounted. Knock those out, they can't raise their guns and we can get around to their back ends. They're sluggish and less maneuverable than regular Pershings so we should be able to plant a shell or two right up their arse. We're gonna make a move on the one on the right. Make them fire before trying to nail their stabilizers!"

"That could have been more brief!" Felicita yells back, "But sure, we'll run with it! All tanks, new plan, try to hit the dual tubes atop their turrets!"

We close in on our selected target, full speed ahead, and I can see the enemy turret straining to keep up with us. A split second before the gun fires, Falkner turns our Turan sharply and brakes, our turret turning to our right as we skid to a stop, the enemy shell just missing us by a hair. Tosh lines up her crosshairs as Falkner is getting into gear, making sure that we'll only need one shot. Sure as sure can be, the tank rocks as she pulls the trigger, the shell hitting its mark and tearing through the springs. Painfully, the American tank's gun drops down to the maximum gun depression, and it's time to close in on the kill.

"Don't worry, baby. It'll be alright," I coo softly to myself as we circle around it. "This'll be quick."

True to my word, Brienne rams home a shell into the breech and Tosh slams a 75mm AP shell into the ass of the majestic beast, left as helpless as a drunk girl at a college party. There's no time to think though, you think, you're dead. There's still more tanks around, so we move to assist the other tanks. Fortunately it seems like my tip paid off, as the other Super Pershing has its stabilizer springs broke and is trying desperately to get away from our swarm. Felicita's voice comes over the radio as her and the 14TP put an end to the last Pershing.

"Let's not waste time. The flag tank is probably hiding somewhere. Let's go find-"

At that moment, there's a tremendous boom, louder than any gun I've ever heard before. The whole tank rocks a moment later, metal groaning with strain and the familiar smell of acrid smoke as something akin to a fully loaded freight train slams into us. I can't see anyone inside as it's too clogged up with smoke and dirt and grime, so I have to pop the hatch, all of us coughing heavily.

"Fuck-*cough cough*-ing hell." I take my glasses off to clean them on my cleaning cloth and put them back on in time to see our white flag pop up and notice two things: the large gaping hole in the side of our tank, and that accursed Doom Turtle.

~Dakota~

Down the street and back a ways, the big bad doom turtle has arrived. Just hearing the boom of the gun and seeing that giant 105mm gun staring at us makes me have to steel myself. I try not to panic though, and think, take action. No matter how scary things were there was always something you could do.

"Milly! Take us back! Get behind that building to our right!" I order. Milly grunts as she works pulls the tank back, trying to get us into cover.

"Don't retreat! We need to get behind that thing!" Felicita calls over the radio, "All tanks, full attack!"

The T95 suddenly lurches forward at our tanks, and suddenly the doom turtle become the Doom Turtle, The Speedening! They must have buffed it by giving it a better top engine, cause it's coming at us super fast.

"Milly, maybe we should go back out there!" I say quickly, "We might be able to snipe weakspots!"

Milly hesitates. She might be scared to face the Doom Turtle. "Uh, sure. You want to get behind it right?" She starts moving the Semovente forward, trying to use the buildings as cover so we can get around the red team TD.

I see the 14TP try to flank them, only to be tracked by machine gun fire and blasted onto their side by its boomstick. Even the stock gun was boomstick material; the tank is so fearsome. Now it's just Feli and the Ram. We're almost around behind them when there's another really loud gun blast and yet another one of the green team is down for the count, this time the Ram.

Now we've maneuvered almost behind them and we come out from behind the building to make our attack. Feli is almost there too, but as soon as we're out of cover the huge rolling bunker pivots at an amazing speed! It's like a turtle-copter it spins so fast. Their engine upgrade is definitely OP! I see their gun point at us and the whole tank shakes violently as they fire and hit.

Tilly cries out and wraps her little baby arms around me tight. It reminds me of a little munchkin when there's thunder. She's just spooked though, not really scared.

"I guess this means we're dead right?" Milly asks from the driver's seat.

I look out to check for any French flags on our tank but I see none. I look around for the hit and I see where it is! Our left track is gone, kaputt! But this wont' be like last time! No, we're gonna fight to the last! I let out a shell at the Doom Turtle, trying to hit the weak spots like the cupola.

"We're tracked!" I tell my crew, "Tilly! Tell Feli we need help!"

Tilly lets me go and scrambles to the radio. "C-Captain, Pirate is tracked! We need help!"

"We're on it!" Felicita snaps. She too is in front of the T95 like us, though on the other side, and her tanks gun lets out Whoomp as it fires. It doesn't hit the T95 though, and I can see from the dirt and debris it kicks up its an HE round. They were trying to blind them!

Feli's Strv 74 races around behind the T95, it's a race now. Even with them blind, we're tracked, which meant they only had to adjust their aim a teensy bit to hit us. Their machine gun starts chitter-chattering at us, pinging off our armor and I respond by firing my commanders 30 cal back at them. There was no point to it really, it was just a way of saying between us we were still fighting.

-Reni-

I am nearly biting my lip off as Tula loads the 105mm shell into the breech. The huge gun was powerful but it was slow loading, which made it a bit hard to use in close quarters. Alexia, her upgrades and skillful driving, were an absolute godsend.

"Mina! Remember to put everything you have into this shot!" I yell.

Even in the dimly lit interior of the tank I can tell Mina is absolutely soaked in her own sweat. Her clothes stuck to her skin and her hair was sticking to her back. I could only imagine the lake of perspiration nestled in her bosom.

"I put everything I got into every shot!" Mina responds. "I'll blow their flag clean to the moon!"

{Felicita}

I grip the controls with white tense white knuckles as I aim at the rear of the enemy flag tank. I had to put everything into this shot it had to be perfect, there would be no second chances. I take a deep breath and close my finger around the trigger.

The gun let's out a loud Whoomp! just a second before the thunder of the T95s gun shakes the earth. I almost jump out of my hatch to see the results, and as the smoke clears, I see a pair of white flags in front of me. Suddenly, a loud voice comes from the blimp hovering over the battlefield. Funny, never noticed any announcements before. Perhaps I had just been too concentrated?

"Looks like a mutual knock! However, Sabaton fired their shot first! Thus the winner of the match, is Sabaton High School!"

I can't hear any crowd cheering, I can't hear the praises of my teammates. All I can manage to do is slump down in my seat. We'd done it. It was over. Our first match, drawn to a close at a razor's edge. Ele and Illaria jump from their seats and practically tackle me in joy, Ele hugging my upper body so hard I feel as though my breasts may cave in.

"We won! Holy fuck! We won!" Ele cheers loudly. After hearing those oversized American boomsticks, even Ele sounds soft and mute.

"Ele, don't hold her so tight, she's turning blue," Illaria cautioned her friend, who mercifully let me out of her death grip. Illarias hug is a lot less vicegrip-like, and more tender and pleasant.

"Good job Felicita." She says to me, "I bet everyone back at the school is really proud."

I smiled and wrapped my arms around her back. "I'm sure they are. How about we go see them?"

[Yuki]

When we get off the battlefield there is a huge crowd of fellow students waiting for us, clapping and cheering wildly. I know this school has pride and I should have been prepared for this reception, but I feel like my heart's going to explode. To have come from being kicked into the corner by everyone else, to be hailed as a celebrity of the school. I feel like I might just faint right here.

"You okay?" Yunko asks, grabbing my arm as if to hold me up. I tug my collar nervously and nod.

"Yeah just...overwhelmed a little."

"Oh come on Yuki," Hikari says, grabbing my other arm. "Just roll with it. Maybe you'll feel better thinking about how you're showing up all the people who made fun of you over the years."

Of course I can't think up a response to that before a familiar raven haired girl slides out of the crowd and comes towards me, throwing her arms around my waist.

"Yuki!" Felicita says, sounding emotional, almost distraught, "I missed you so much!" She said, nuzzling my would-be breasts. I sigh and rub the back of her head gently.

"You too Feli. You alright, you're acting a bit… Different?"

Felicita look up from my chest at me with soft eyes, "Ah, I just feel worked up is all. I'm a bit excited after all that combat."

"I'm not sure 'excited' is the right word," Hikari comments.

"Yeah, pretty sure emotional fits better," Yunko says.

Felicita pulls off me and brushes off. "Well… I guess so." I try to think of something to pick the conversation with, but before I can, a girl comes from the crowd and up to Felicita.

"Way to go Madame President!" She cheers euphorically, "It was a battle worthy of song!"

Felicita stands up straight at the girl, that old rigidness seeming to return as a natural response. "Thank you. It was only natural I represent our student base by conducting warfare with excellence."

The girl giggles a little at Felicita. "Oh Prez, that's just like you. Hey, we were gonna throw an after battle party, we were wondering if you'd lift the dress code for it?"

Oh?" Felicita tilts her head, then smiles, "I think that a celebration shouldn't be hampered by such trivial restrictions! Go ahead! But if anyone should be seen in public indecently exposing themselves, then the punishment will be… Polishing and waxing the tanks with a toothbrush!"

Yunko laughed. "Come on Feli, people do those kinds of things behind closed doors. Although I wouldn't mind getting that lucky."

Hikari puts a hand on her hip. "Don't get yourself into trouble Yunko."

So there was gona be an after party now? Well I imagine that will be something to look forward to. After all, it would be nice to go to a party without being destined to get dunked in the punch bowl.

The pumping metal music of Sabaton songs fills the air as I stand at the entrance to the party, and even though I'm already here, I still feel the butterflies coming back as I pass by the entrance. The party of course is staged outside the battleground itself, basically a park. Now there are tables, outhouses and stands set up to offer all sorts of activities to comers, from an odd paintball-beer pong combo to strip fencing, though the stripping is not absolute from what I can see, just down to underwear, though none of the onlookers seem to mind. And of course, up in the center was a stage where bands are taking turns blaring out the best of Sabaton and other metal and rock n' roll.

Since I had a refined lady to attend this party with, I chose something simple yet elegant. A sleeveless navy blue dress which goes down to my knees. While the dress has no cuts in it to show extra skin, it is form fitting and sleek. Along with it, I wear low, black heels, and my long hair is kept from my face by small silver clips. I hope Felicita appreciates it. Even as her boyfriend, I still sometimes feel the need to impress her.

Hikari wore a simple pink t-shirt and sky blue skirt, one of her favorite outfits. Yunko wore a simple olive t-shirt and tan cargo shorts.

"I know you wanna impress your girlfriend but aren't you a tad overdressed?" Yunko teases.

"W-Well Felicita is classy," I respond sheepishly, "I just wanted to… Ya know…." I struggle to think of words and hope they'll understand what I am trying to say.

"Not make her look bad standing next to you?" Hikari offers. "That's sweet and considerate of you Yuki, but you shouldn't be afraid to be yourself around her either."

I decide maybe some joking will lighten my mood. It's worth a shot at least. "Heh, maybe you're training sunk in so well I just like dressing up now. Maybe I'll be a full girl soon." I wink.

Yunko smirks. "That might disappoint Feli though. Maybe she wants kids."

I laugh out loud a little too hard. "Oh sorry, but Feli? With kids? That makes about as much sense as a plane that wants to swim!"

"What's this talk about aircraft?" I hear a familiar voice say and I snap to face towards that slim, ice eyed president. I feel kinda bad about saying what I said now, but at the same time, I kinda wonder how true it was.

"Oh nothing, just small talk," I say, and on my second time looking at her I realize how dressed out she is. She's wearing a deep purple formal dress, going down to her ankles, with fancy lingerie patterns on the sides, the edges, and around her bust- or, her small rises, to be accurate. She even has high heels on, making her stand a lot closer to my height than normal.

"Wow Feli… Uh…" I am breathless. Feli blushes visibly, something I swear I don't get to see enough of.

"All my clothing is some measure or another of formalwear, I decided it would be best to go with the most attractive option." She says, stepping close. "I hope I am not overwhelming you with my choice in wardrobe."

I wrap my hands around her waist, "N-Not at all." Okay that was a lie. Here was the girl I was still madly in love with, dressed for a casual after party in something more suited for prom. Of course I feel overwhelmed! But I can't let her see it. I have to be tough. Felicita smiles at my response and nuzzles my cheek. Funny, it was normally my shoulder.

"There's an area where we have our vehicles parked, most of the tankery team is over there," She explains as she leads me by the arm over that way. "Some of the Americans are with us as well."

"Oh so their team is partying with us?" Hikari asks. "Gracious losers I guess. Hope we can still have fun."

"If they're not too mad about their paint" Yunko smirks.

We arrive at the area with all the vehicles pretty quickly. It's nice to see more familiar faces. I notice at least two vehicles that aren't ours, the T95 and one of the Jumbo Shermans. Sadly, I can't see any BT-7. Had they not recovered it? Had it been lost to the ravages of the river? I try not to get preoccupied over it, to think about what lay ahead of me.

Felicita smiles at me suddenly and tightens her hold on my hand, "What's wrong?" She asks, somewhat coy. Had we already gotten close enough she could sense my distress?

"Oh, nothing," I reply flatly, "Come on let's go talk to the others."

Felicita taps her chin and the holds up a hand, letting go of my arm. "Alright, but first, I gotta show you a present. Hikari, Yunko, why don't you show Yuki our little surprise?" She says with a wink.

They grin and grab me by the arms, pulling me along towards the back of the hangar. I see something under a tarp, something familiar. It can't be, can it? I rush over to the tarp and yank it off, revealing under it, my BT-7! I jump for joy, yelling cries of joy into the air before hugging the turret.

"Oh I missed you so much! I thought you were gone! I'll never let this happen to you again."

I can feel Felicita hug me from behind. "I was hoping you would be this overjoyed. You've been melancholy all day, and I suspected this was the source, so I had it dredged out using my connections and me, Hikari and Yunko restored it for you."

I feel my heart sing. This girl didn't just like me, she understood me. It was one thing for her to accept me on the tankery team, but to go out of her way to do this for me. I'd found a keeper alright.

"T-Thanks Felicita," I say, letting her hold me as I hold the tank. I could let this moment go on forever. Unfortunately, it's interrupted by a voice that sounds like nails on a chalkboard, if they could speak.

"Hey lesbians!"

Felicita snaps off me and we both turn face to face with a pair of girls who look like twins, and have the nastiest attitude on their faces. The T-29 commanders. Felicita looks like she's about ready to rip into them for that remark, and though my natural meekness wants to back up and let her tear into them, I suppress it. This was my chance to show Feli I'd learned from her.

"Yes?" I ask, remaining polite and civil, not stooping to their level.

"I can't believe you actually pulled your garbage tank from the river." The white haired one says, "It was better off where nobody had to look at it."

"Yeah, totally," The black haired one agrees. I simply shrug, and even though my heart is burning and pounding with rage, there's nothing more I'd like then to hurl them into space, I remain calm, as hard as it may be.

"Well I'm sorry to hear you think that," I say casually, "But if all you're going to do is complain about my tank, I suppose I'll leave you two here to do that. I have more important things to do then that."

The two of them look floored as I begin to lead Felicita out by the arm. They stammer as they try to piece together a response, and my rage is replaced with satisfaction. These types of girls, nothing hurt more, than to be cast aside like they were nothing.

"Y-y-y-you can't just walk away from us like that!" The black haired one hisses, "W-we're, important, popular! You're nothing!"

Sure, that's why you are wasting your time insulting us, and not hanging out with all the friends you claim to have. As we're leaving, I see the American team commander storm in, past us and towards the two brats harassing us.

"Oh nonononononononono you don't!" She stands not but a few feet from the two. "I'm not done with you two airheads yet!"

"Like, back off Sharon, these two dykes are like, disrespecting us!" The black haired one scoffs. Me, Felicita, Hikari and Yunko all stop, wanting to see how this is going to play out.

"I made a change of shoes before the party…" She puts one sole onto the other, rubbing the surface of the shoe. "Nicely custom made…" She stares direct at the two, presumably in anger. "Tanker boots, steel toed…" Then she moves forward, cracking her knuckles with the most obvious intentions.

"Oh… Shit…." The black haired one's expression goes from stuck up to scared shitless as it finally processes in her tiny, empty head what's about to happen. "Shit, let's like, leave, Britanny!" She grabs her twin and they go out of there as fast as their spoiled legs can carry them.

"Oh no you don't! I still gotta pay you for your fucking paint fees!" Sharon quickly chases after them, the steel portion of her shoes making a distinct heavy sound as they run across the floor. "One match's worth of payment!"

"Well… I guess we know part of how we won." Yunko remarks.

"Yeah. Team harmony," Hikari said crossing her arms.

I chuckle and turn to say something to Felicita, when I see she's already in front of me and pressed against me, her hands wrapping around me and sliding behind. I yelp as she suddenly digs her fingers into my rear, eliciting a rather stimulating response from my nerves.

"F-Felicita… What the…"

She leans her head up so she can begin sucking my lower lip, her body beginning to rub against mine. "Mmmm Yuki, I love it when you're strong. It's so sexy, seeing you standing up to them like that. Classy, yet tough. Just like I taught you," She says in a low tone, and I swear she's trying to be seductive. Before i can say anything though she locks her lips with mine tightly and invades my mouth with her tongue, pushing my over onto the ground. I gasp for breath as I impact the ground but Felicita doesn't seem to want to stop, and she making out with me more fiercely than before, grinding against my leg.

"Ugh, will you two get a room. Seriously, I knew Feli was under a lot of stress but I didn't think it made her this horny."

Hikari's face was red. "Knock it off you two. I know you're not… Well you know, but seeing you two like this makes it… Hard to think of it as something else!"

Their words bring me back to reality and I begin to try to push Feli off, breaking the kiss long enough to speak.

"Agh! Feli no, we can't do this, not in public!"

"Mmmm but Yuki, I want you so bad!" She whines, "I need you Yuki…." She leans in for more but I decide to put my foot down. I forcefully push her off and scramble to my feet before she can tackle me again. Felicita now looks at me with a look of total shock.

"Y-Y-Yuki… I thought… I thought you… I thought you loved me!" She wails.

"I do! But you gotta keep what's between your legs under control!" I say. Felicita wipes her eyes a bit and sniffles, her face having gone in mere seconds from shocked to about ready to burst into tears.

"A-Alright Yuki. I… I gotta go calm down," She gulps, and she bolts off at an impressive pace for a girl in heels. I look over at Hikari and Yunko, as if asking for some explanation.

"Well she's emotional," Yunko shrugged.

"He still could have done it a bit more gently," Hikari sighed, "Look, just leave her alone for a bit to get her head back. I'm sure she'll be normal enough by the end of the night."

"I think she's acting weird." Yunko said. "What she just did was like, the opposite of what's normal for her."

"Maybe she's just a bit high strung from all that's going on?" I suggest, then sigh. "Well we're not gonna have much fun talking about it. Let's go see if we can't do some socializing and having fun while we wait eh?"

"Heh might be another reason Feli is acting funny. She has to socialize." Yunko chuckles.

{Felicita}

As I bolt away from Yuki, I come to a stop at a refreshments table and try to clear my head and figure out what happened. I can't remember what had driven me to become so filled with desire for him, to do most intimate things with him. Of course, I'd found him being strong attractive before this, but it getting me stimulated to this degree was unusual.

I decide to try and clear my head with some refreshments. I take a sip of some cherry punch, and my stomach immediately pines for more. Two more glasses and I am not satiated, so without thinking I find a pitcher and use it to take some punch from the bowl, and I drink directly from the pitcher, forgetting my problems in a gushing red wave of cherry flavor.

"Well I guess the punch is good."

Startled a bit I turn and cast my gaze onto the most voluptuous girl I have ever seen. Long shining blonde hair, massive breasts tucked into a cropped black t-shirt which was badly stretched out and showed her entire midsection. Her wide hips and ample hindquarters were stuffed into a pair of hot tan shorts. I can't help but notice their sway as she walks toward me, her bright blue eyes looking at me with amusement.

"I heard about Sabaton's parties so I guess the refreshments and stuff would have to be good too if anything I've heard holds water." She grabs a donut on the table and takes a big bite out of it. "Mmmmm not bad." She shoves the rest in her mouth and then turned to look at me, extending her delicate looking hand toward me. "I'm Wilhelmina, but you can call me Mina."

I pause for a moment before setting down my pitcher, wiping my mouth with the nearest napkin I can find. I extend my hand to greet her, shaking it firmly. "Nice to meet you Mina, I'm Felicita."

"Great. So Felicita, enjoying the party so far?"

I let out a long sigh. "Well, not as much as I'd hoped. I uh… I got a bit too aggressive while being intimate with my significant other, and I can't comprehend why I did it. Now I am trying to use refreshments to clear my mind."

Mina pats me on the back gently. "Aww, I know that feeling. Good food always helps me feel better when I feel bad. Sometimes a good pig out is all you need to clear your head. You wanna talk about it though? I have some personal experience myself."

I take a long, deep sigh and reach over to grab a donut from the box, "Well… I could tell you, but you have to promise not to judge me alright?"

Mina laughs. "Girl, I'm the last person around here who has any right to judge you. Come on, lay it on me. I promise I'll keep it secret if you want."

I take a deep breath and hold the donut to my mouth. "Well, you see there's this girl…" I begin eating as I speak. This is my first time partaking in donuts, and when the sugary pastry hits my tastebuds it sweeps me away, the treat a delight to my senses. It is the best thing I have ever tasted, and I quickly stuff the donut into my mouth.

"And she's my everything you see," I continue to explain to her, "She's my love, my friend, someone I can tell anything, do anything with, someone I can trust my life with." I didn't want her to think of me and Yuki as lebians, but I don't want his secret leaking.

"Sounds great. But something happened right? Otherwise you wouldn't be here like this." She hands me another donut, which I devour in seconds.

"Well I came onto her forcefully, in public, and she didn't want that. I mean, we've done intimate things plenty of times, but... I don't know, I just got out of control and I don't know why!" I say, grabbing another donut and shoving it down.

"Hmmmm sounds like someone's been starving for affection. Well have you been feeling really stressed or have things been tense lately. Do you feel like she's been avoiding you or something? You feel like you need her right? You just wanna grab hold of her and just love her up?"

"Oh course I've been stressed!" I snap, taking a deep breath. Why was I acting so unstable? Had the stress really gotten to me that bad? "Look, me and her have done so much together. Some nights we engage in fun activities like playing games, or enjoying nice food in a park together. Often times we spend entire nights in sexual intimacy. But… Being in charge of the tankery team and the student council is wearing me down, and lately, I haven't been able to handle it as well as I used to." I say, eating two more donuts in quick successions.

"Hmmm love is an intoxicating drug and so is affection. I guess you're the kind of person who needs to be reminded of that. Maybe you should take it easy with your jobs for a while and just spend some time with her, and make sure there's donuts; they're clearly your comfort food." She gestures to the rather sparse looking box. I blush softly and cover my crumb covered mouth.

"I-it's my first time eating them actually," I say softly.

"First time eating donuts? Wow, no wonder you're a wreck, you've been starved of life's simple pleasures." Mina gobbles down a donut for herself. "Don't worry, there's plenty around here by the looks of it." She reaches over and grabs a pair of hot dogs and shoves them in one at a time, swallowing them each whole. "And don't be embarrassed. I'm a pig-out champion at my school, so you don't have to keep up appearances around me." She hands me another donut. "Besides this is a party."

I eat another donut, smiling a bit this time. "T-Thanks for hearing me out Mina. I'm glad to have all that spoken aloud, it seems to have calmed me." I lick my fingers, savoring the taste of the frosting upon them. Since when did I start doing that? "I should go apologize to her. I hope she doesn't think I might break up with her. I better clear it up before she thinks about it."

"That's not a bad idea. After, come back and introduce us, I'd like to meet her and know everything worked out. Nothing hurts me more than seeing nice couples break up." She paused. "Even if I'm often the cause-but that's another story, don't worry about it."

I wipe my hands clean and wrap my arms around Mina, embracing her warm body, which seems to deform a bit as I hug her due to the softness making her very pliable, especially at the chest. "I'll see you later then."

Mina hugs me back firmly, pressing me even harder into her plush body. "No problem. Don't be too long or there might not be any food left." She chuckles and lets me go. "Better hurry."

[Yuki]

Walking away from the rather strange incident with Felicita, I try to keep the implications out of my head as I try to find someone to talk with. I just tell myself Feli is alright. She still loves me, and she'll be back to her usual self by the end of the night, just like Hikari said. As I'm going through our party motor pool, I spot a lone short haired girl sitting atop the T95. She has dark purple hair in what looks to be a boys haircut, and wears a plain white tee shirt and loose jean shorts, with white tennis shoes. She seems to be doing nothing over there, and now she has my curiosity. I go over to her to try to strike up conversation.

She's not very open at first, rather quiet and reserved around me, but I manage to get her to open up and soon enough I find out she's a real tank enthusiast too. Her name is Alexia, and despite her bitterness about losing the match she seems like a good spirited tomboy, and we're soon wrapped up in a conversation about the T95, particularly about the various tweaks they've made.

"A one thousand horsepower engine?" I laugh, "That is just brilliant. You install it yourself?"

She grins at me widely, "Yup, had a few hands from my teamies but I was the leading lady."

"And that's legal?" I ask in disbelief.

"Oh the league pretty much doesn't give a flying fuck about the engine you put in your tank. Read an article about a team from your country, last year, they put a jet engine in a Tiger Porsche and a 500 horsepower crate engine in some crappy pre-war tank."

"So why doesn't everyone put gigantic engines in their tanks then?" I ask.

"Not everyone is good enough at mechanical things to pull it off," She points out, "I mean, you may be able to play videogames, but could you build one from code?"

I nod, understanding her point, "Makes enough sense."

"It's not without problems either," She adds, "Damn thing is so cramped with that huge engine, makes even basic repairs like changing the belts involve taking out most of the engine."

"So if it breaks down you're out?" I ask.

"Not quite, we have an engine hoist we carry on the back of the tank, and some mountings for it, but it still means our repair times are awfully long." She leans back against the rail around the cupola. "Still love this thing. Big beautiful bunker of doom."

I chuckle and lay down across from her. "So is that why you're sitting out here all alone? Thinking of the tank as your boyfriend?" I tease. I cringe as I feel her kick me in the shin, and I can immediately tell her amazing legs aren't just for show.

"Real funny," she smirks, then her expression softens, "Ah sorry. Sometimes I forget how strong I am."

"It's okay, I'll live," I say, rubbing the impacted area. She smiles at me. "I like you, you're tough, just like me. Guess I don't expect that from a more girly girl like yourself but then again, you can't always judge by looks."

Yeah I was a real girly girl wasn't I? I sit up with a grin and adjust my position. How she remained comfortable atop this thing was a mystery. "So, really though, why are you up here and not partying? You seem nice."

She turns a little pink at my compliment and looks over at a rather large tent set up behind the tank. "Watching over my babies."

My eyes widen at her, "B-b-babies?" She grins and slides off the tank in a fluid motion, gesturing for me to follow. "Yeah come on, I'll show you." Though stunned I follow her. This girl, who looked no older than 15 already had bore children? My head was absolutely spinning at the idea. She arrives at the tent and taps it gently.

"Betty, Poppy, come out, someone wants to see you."

It took a moment, but soon enough a pair of little heads poked out, both girls from the looks of it. One with green eyes and light brown hair, the other with pink eyes and hair. I see them look at me and they trot out.

"Who is it Mama?" They chorus.

"Girls, this is Yuki," She says, and I can immediately hear a shift in the tone of her voice. Before she had been casual and boyish in the way she talked, now she sounded gentle, kind and motherly. It was almost unbelievable.

"Say hi to Yuki, girls."

The two girls came out of the tent and came up to me. Both girls, about six or seven, maybe even younger, wore white t-shirts but the brown haired one wore pink shorts, the pink haired girl a pink skirt. They were both wearing white sneakers on their feet.

"Hello Yuki," they said together.

"H-H-H-H-Hi." I stamer back, unsure how to take this. Even if they were only toddlers, then this girl would have had to have been 10 or 12 when she had them! And she doesn't even look like she has gone through puberty yet!

"H-h-h-h-how did you?" I ask her breathlessly. She realizes what I"m getting at and bursts into laughter.

"Ooooooh, you think I actually gave birth to these two?" She takes a moment to catch her breath, "I wish. Nah, I just get paid to be their surrogate mother. Their parents are filthy rich and always on vacations to Vegas or the like." She knelt down and held the two tiny girls close, "So I've practically had to raise these two myself."

I look at her stunned. Perhaps being a surrogate mother wasn't as unbelievable, but it was still amazing. She would have had to have started from 12 or 13 years old judging by the age of the kids. For a girl that seemed so tough and boyish, she suddenly came across as more maternal than anyone I'd ever met if what she claims is true.

The two little ones hug Alexia's legs. "We wanna be reborn so we can be Mama's real babies."

Alexia giggled and rubbed their heads affectionately. I just sigh and think to myself that kids can say the weirdest shit sometimes.

"So this one," she patted the brunette's head, "Is Betty. And this little angel," She gestured to the pink haired girl with the white bow, "Is Poppy."

"Hello Betty, hello Poppy," I greet them.

"Hello again." They say. Then they look up at Alexia. "Mama, we're hungry."

"Again?" Alexia asks, another sort of shift in her demeanor occurring as she realizes the young ones are in need of care, "Alright then, what would you like to eat?"

"Cookies!" Betty shouted.

"Hamburgers!" Poppy yelled.

Alexia chuckles and held her hands out, each tiny person taking one of her hands. "Alright, we'll get cookies and hamburgers. But stay close babies, or else the big bad teenagers will eat you!"

They giggled and Betty says: "If auntie Mina didn't eat us, then there's no way anyone else will."

Poppy looked up at me. "She once ate a whole car." She holds her arms out wide. "With roast pigs as a filling!"

"Yeah, so don't cross her," Alexia teases as she begins walking towards the party, navigating through the crowds. I strongly suspect the kids were exaggerating and Alexia was using it to mess with me, but knowing a man once ate a whole airplane, I decide that it's best not to find out.

Alexia manages to find Betty her cookies and Poppy her hamburgers, and hands the two munchkins their food. They munch on them happily, looking pleased as punch, huge smiles on their chubby, food-stuffed cheeks. As the two little ones eat, I see a purple dressed, black haired woman running at me. Felicita. She's back.

"Yuki!" She cries and glomps me, "Oh Yuki I'm so so so so sorry! I will never cross your boundaries in public like that again!"

I feel relief that Felicita still loves me, but am a bit embarrassed she's pouring out like this in public. "That's great Felicita. I love you too but, can you keep it under control? We have company," I gesture to Alexia. Felicita realizes her presence and lets go of me, straightening herself out.

"Of course. We'll try to be a bit more respectful."

"Yeah," Alexia nods, "I mean, I don't judge, but I'm exclusively a hot dog lover, ya know what I mean?"

Felicita is too, she just isn't gonna tell you any time soon. Felicita looks around and notices the two munchkins munching nearby and, once again, does something I've never seen her do before. She kneels down to them and starts making baby faces, seemingly totally enthralled by the presence of the children.

"Dawwwwww, who are these precious young children? How did a pair of healthy and fine young ladies end up attending this party?" She asked in the most bubbly voice I've ever heard her use.

"These are Betty and Poppy," Alexia tells her, "I'm looking after them at this party and just came here to feed them."

Felicita smiles widely at the two children, "Well they're absolutely lovely. Hi Betty, hi Poppy."

The girls pause a moment before replying. "Hi…." they say a little awkwardly. Maybe they were a bit wary of Felicita. I couldn't deny she'd been acting strangely. Alexia gently pulls Felicita back away from them and places her hands on Felicita's shoulders.

"Now you can't go being all in their face and up front like that. You gotta let me handle the introductions, okay? They're wary of strangers, all kids are. Don't you know even the most basic things about kids?"

Felicita takes a long, deep breath and shakes her head. "No. I don't really." I'm rather surprised at the way she says it. It's almost like she's… Upset. I'd never pegged her as the type who wanted kids, but maybe there was more to her. Maybe her position on it had changed since dating me? If that was the case, that potentially meant she wanted more with me than just dating in high school. The thought is too exciting, I shove it back in my head.

"Well just stay back and let me handle it," Alexia tells Felicita, turning to Betty and Poppy. "Girls, this is Felicita. She's not bad, she was just a bit excited is all."

The girls looked between her and Felicita. "Okay. Hi Ms. Felicita." They wave, and Felicita waves back at them a bit sheepishly.

"Hey, Felicita!" Another feminine voice called over the drone of the crowd. I look over and I see a blonde haired girl with an incredible figure approaching us. Huge breasts, wide hips, fat rear, she had everything. If I didn't have a lover already, I'd probably struggle to act like a girl at the moment. Felicita sees her and heads over to her, and they exchange a friendly hug.

"Hey Mina, glad to see you again." She greets, then gestures to me, "This is Yuki, the girl I was telling you about. We've made up now and things are good between us again."

"Awww that's great Feli. See, good food and talking things out helps." She turns to me and smiles. "Nice to meet yuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrp." Mina's greeting is cut off by a rather loud belch. She pats her stomach. "Sorry, I ate the first batch of hot dogs and a dozen donuts or so. Anyway, I'm Mina. Hope we can be friends too Yuki."

"I hope so too," I smile. I feel a tap on my shoulder and see Alexia behind me.

"Hey, I need to take Betty and Poppy back out of the party. It was nice meeting you guys though."

"Nice meeting you too Alexia!" I say as she heads off, taking her surrogate daughters with her. I turn back to Mina.

"So what's up?"

"Oh Tula's about to do her dance. Trust me, that's something you don't wanna miss."

"Oh?" I look over at Felicita, wrapping my arm around hers and pulling her close, "How about it Feli? Wanna go see some dancing?" My ice eyed lover smiles at me warmly.

"That would be lovely. Lead us there Mina."

Mina grabs both our hands and starts to drag us over to one of the outdoor stages in the park. "Tula is the most amazing dancer I know," Mina says, "It's like a moment of perfect beauty."

I hear the most beautiful sound floating through the air as we approach the stage. It's like heaven in my ears, somehow able to sound like instrumentals and still have the magic of vocal song I begin looking for this Tula as we get closer.

"Where is Tula? And where's that voice coming from? It's unbelievable."

"She's coming. She just has to wait for the perfect moment in Reni's singing.

I manage to spot on stage the source of the wonderful music, a girl with bright, light orange hair that was long and flowing, tied up in a ponytail and kept back with a headband. Her figure was lithe and thin, and she wore a pacific blue top with seashell patterns atop her small bust, and her sea green skirt had wave patterns on it horizontally.

The singing reached a high pitch and then the lights of the stage turned on, revealing a small girl with a snakeskin skirt and a matching band over her chest, leaving her mostly bare skinned, she was even barefoot. She wore a lovely golden band around her head that merged around a jewel that went over her forehead. On her arms and hips were other ornamentation hung but I couldn't quite see what it was.

Her movements were slow, but remarkably flowing. How she moved her body with the slow tempo of Reni's song, cast in the gentle glow of the stage lights. I couldn't tell exactly how but something, like the sound of rain or flowing water was coming from the stage and it seemed to be coming from Tula herself somehow. Was it her jewelry?

"Wow, she's amazing," I say, almost stunned, "How'd she learn to move like that?"

"She was raised in some kind of odd cult if you believe the tabloids," Mina smirked, "Really, she just had a mentor. Her and Reni became friends really fast because of this mutual artistic side. But this is just her opening bit with Reni. Wait till you see what she does when she makes her own music," she smirks. "You'll see. Reni's great in the spotlight too."

As Tula finishes her show, the spotlight shifts to Reni. She moves less ,the focus is more on her vocals. She moves too, but it's more subdued and subtle. She wiggles, moves mostly her arms and legs, as opposed to the pronounced, full body movements of her partner. Her vocals though are pure magical, they way she carries her voice, changes from note to note. It's blissful, there's an unexplained grace and wonder to what she does. As the song comes to a crescendo, I remak, "These two could go professional."

Mina sighs. "Yeah, they could. Tula doesn't want to though, she says it would spoil the magic for her." Mina seems to have a distant look in her eyes, she looks totally entranced by the performance on the stage.

"She'll be doing more shows though. Maybe Sabaton would like to host her a few times during the tourney? Reni might also want to do more shows here."

"We'd be glad to host both of them," Felicita says.

The show seems to be over and everyone claps. Reni bows and walks gracefully of the stage, but Tula remains in place. She shakes her arms once, producing a rattle-like noise. She does it again and again, but in perfect rhythm. After a few more times she starts to shake her hips, adding more rattles, and they seem to echo through the park. She picks up the tempo and begins moving her whole body now, shaking her hips and arms while dancing about the stage. Suddenly there's a loud banging of drums and the lights go bright, illuminating the entire stage as she begins spinning, her dance making rattles in perfect time with the beating of the drums. It's almost as if she's become a musical instrument, her movements like a cross between belly dancing and hula dancing. The audience cheers her on, bringing more energy to the performance, people began stomping their feet, adding their own beat in rhythm with the drums.

Tula's movements become more wild and energetic, some of it seemed almost intimate in nature, yet oddly not sensual. It's almost impossible to look away.

The drums and dancing reach a grand climax and Tula ends with a split on the floor, and her arms in the air. The audience cheers loudly, probably enough to be heard over all the other party events. Tula gets herself up and bows, before walking off of the stage. Felicita looks absolutely starstruck, even as we walk away, back towards our party.

"That is something I will never cease to hold in my memory."

"Yeah, she is wonderful isn't she?" Mina smiles. "If I was like that, I'd be totally in love with her but I could never touch Tula like that. I mean I love her, just not like that. I consider her one of my best friends, if not the best friend I have."

"Yeah, I have some people like that," I sigh. Felicita let's out a long yawn and pulls her phone out of her pocket to check the time.

"It's getting pretty late. We should retire to our quarters soon."

"Awww are you sure?" Mina asked. "The night's still young and so's the party. I have to try all that scandinavian chow. Plus, there's all kinds of other fun to be had around here! You sure you wanna turn in already?"

Felicita sighs, "You may still have energy, but I feel completely drained already. I need rest."

To be honest, I was still as energetic as Mina, especially after that show, but my loyalties to Felicita are much stronger than any desire to party.

"I think I'll go with you Feli." I look at Mina, "I hope you have a fun time with the rest of the party."

She sighs and shrugs. "Well I guess you have been a little out of it Feli, from what you've been saying. Try to rest up or you'll get sick. Say, you mind if I come and hang out with you guys once in a while or come see the rest of your matches?"

Felicita smiles at her, "Oh no, we'd be glad to host you. Come any time. We'll always welcome you."

"Thanks, same to you. And Feli, if you ever wanna talk, my door's always open. See ya." She waves as she walks away, then runs back towards one of the refreshment areas. I wrap my arm around Felicita's and begin to lead her back towards where we're staying, a collection of what were basically prefabricated motels setup for us by the school.

"Come on Feli, let's get you to bed."

"Hehe, I'll always go there if you're with me."

So we headed inside to enjoy a nice rest together, blissfully ignorant of the screams coming from the refreshment areas.