This is a smut, meaning that the story focuses on sexy themes. If you accidentally entered this story out of curiosity or interest for this particular group of characters, heed these words. There are lots of yuri to be had in here. This is your chance to backtrack.
I recently finished some story arc for these characters and I made an error: I kept thinking. That's how it usually starts. Since I still have these characters fresh in my mind, I wanted to put this knowledge to use before it fades away. If you do not have any discrepancies with a sexy story involving the USSG characters, skip the essay below. If you do, I get it. Let's talk about it.
The issue of age in fantasy fictional settings. How old are these girls? According to the lore, them being at a Middle School when Chernobog happened puts them at a very young age (our human 11-14), which gets supported by what other operators mention when they consider their age. Considering the races in Terra don't necessarily have the same lifespans, I'm going to go with the setting that the ursus girls are still teenagers in terms of the usual ursus body developmental process, but healthily mature enough for these things (say, our human 16-18).
When these themes are debated, I usually ignore raw numbers and focus on the mind. In my opinion, controversy begins when the characters involved are too immature to understand what they are getting themselves into; or when an author makes a child-looking character practicing adult stuff that may encourage the misunderstanding of real children's preparedness to obviously mature themes. In that aspect, these girls have been through hell and grown a lot during their time at Rhodes Island. Pain encourages growth. When innocence is lost, can we really call that a child? Compared to the cruel mature things they've been through, I'd rather they go through happy mature things instead, you know?
How old are they really? This has never been answered officially. Them having a flexible age benefits the creators, since it stretches how many people can perceive them as waifu material and simp for them. Since there is no official number, the politicians of the internet won't be able to throw dirt at them. For this smut fanfic, I shall be taking advantage of this flexibility. I don't know how each reader will perceive their age as, but I can't really afford to care. This is a smut. Erotic events taking place is kinda the point.
Besides, the other controversy with age and sex is when the gap is too dramatic and it involves someone below the legal age that is too irresponsible to know what they are getting into. In this smut, all participants are of the same age, so at least there won't be any creepy bastards ruining their innocence. God, I hate those with a passion.
In conclusion, this fanfic assumes the characters to be old enough. Whatever their raw age is, let's say their mental age is that of 18. If that's still not enough, then I welcome you to leave. If you cannot enjoy a smut under these conditions, I understand. Don't waste your time here. For those who stay, I welcome thee. I hope you enjoy it.
Quick name reference: Zima=Sonya, Istina=Anna, Gummy=Lada, Leto=Rosalind, Rosa=Natalya
Beware the honey
Zima x Istina
"Oi. Not yet? Ooooi."
The undisturbed girl of clear blue hair kept scanning through the words in her book, her monocle resting discreetly just next to her blue eye. Her wide school jacket of brown and shiny blue colors rested over her shoulders, her blazer and her short skirt hinting at the past she left behind, yet still held close to her heart. Next to the dormitory's desk, her brown school hat rested peacefully.
"Weren't you the one who wanted to have some drinks with me?"
The persistent voice next to her was caressing her friend's long braided hair, desperate to get her attention. However, she failed to understand just how expensive Istina's attention was at that very moment. It was true, it was her who wanted to dinner together with Zima, but nothing could have prepared her when she turned the first page of that novel. Romance was a genre she didn't really appreciate, but that boy sure had a refined taste when it came to those. Normally, Istina would challenge her wits with a mystery novel or test her sturdiness by diving into a horror story… but romance was a first for her.
The story had a unique method of narration that created an ethereal space, where characters had neither a definite form or shape. However, the purity of their feelings was so distilled that it invaded even an unaware girl like her. The faint blush still coloring her rosy cheeks, the young ursus reader turned the last page and stared into the endless void that was life without romance.
It took someone's hopes and dreams given the shape of a story to make one realize how many things they lacked.
Istina just remembered. That was why she didn't like romance. It was a sweet nectar that swayed everyone. The more you taste it, the more it pulls you in. But once it runs out, you are left with the unsatisfied void of desire.
A long sigh escaped her mouth, her painful conclusion being someone else's music.
"You done?"
Istina's friend had long brown hair with red lines bleaching some of her fringes. Her ursus bear ears boomed to the beat of the music still playing in her red headphones. Her school jacket was longer and hairier inside, made of brown leather. She still had that red cloth tied to her arm, but she didn't necessarily always wear it. Her white school uniform had a red tie, her short brown skirt giving way to long somberly red leggings. Zima adjusted the choker around her neck and glanced at her friend, hoping for a positive reply.
"I'm done."
"Was it a good book?"
Zima was not as invested in lecture as her other friends, but if Istina had a positive opinion about one in particular, it was usually worth the read. Not that she would remember what it was about later, but still. Istina glanced again at the rosy cover and blushed.
"I don't think you would enjoy this one. Your nemesis recommended it to me."
"My nemesis… huh? It's going to take me some time not treating him in such a way anymore… Not once in my life did I expect he would come back to my life, much less… change."
Istina left the book on the desk and stood up, placing a hand over her Zima's back while she rested her head. "You've changed a lot as well. We all have."
"For the better?"
"Yes."
"…let's go get ourselves some drinks, huh?" Zima grinned as she stopped being lazy and stood up.
Rhodes Island was exploring new tastes and offered brand new drinks for the night users. There were some of the usual heavy-drinkers, gathered around Blaze and Midnight, as the latter prepared everyone's favorite beverages. Among the members of the Ursus Self-Government Student Group, Gummy was the one people always expected to see doing something cooking-related. As such, when the pair of ursus girls entered the bar, they arouse some curious looks.
"Gimme your strongest, barman." Zima ordered, trying to sound as cool and mature as possible.
Hellagur kept rubbing the cups clean with his usual stoic expression. The older man was a sight to behold, but neither girl was too aware of his mature charm to even care for his elegance. The old man left the cloth and the cup aside and awaited the other ursus' instruction.
"Two honeyed juice, please." Istina ordered as she swiped her meal card over the registry box, causing it to make a faint beep-beep.
Zima stretched her arms over the bar table and looked at the older operators getting absolutely wasted. Whenever Blaze was involved, there was always a party to be found. To make matters worse, when that former cabaret host took care of the drinks, at least one or two operators would hit their absolute limits and end up either losing all their memories of night or regretting their life choices.
The blue-haired girl rested over the bar as well, getting in front of her friend's line of sight. "Jealous?"
"Nah. You?"
"Why would I? I have the coolest girl around all for myself."
"Since when were you such a smooth-talker?" Zima grinned, not entirely displeased by the unexpected compliment. "Let me guess. That book you just finished? Whenever you read something too intently, you get influenced by it."
"That may be right…"
But Istina hadn't stopped to consider what that could possibly mean regarding her latest read. Romance. Did she perceive Zima as a romantic candidate? The spectacled bear strained her eyes trying to picture her that way. She failed miserably. Zima was too cool to belong to anyone. Being friends was more than enough.
It was hard to think of their relationship without remembering those dark days at Peterheim Middle School. Istina relaxed her eyes while the elegant barman expertly prepared their drinks.
"I still find it hard to believe that Gummy is gone…" The avid reader mumbled.
"They grow up so fast…"
"Haha, are you her dad?"
Zima shrugged, her blue eyes growing sadder at the mention of that word.
"I wish. That way she wouldn't have to leave to search for her parents…"
"It's an important moment of her life, Sonya. Lada just overcame her habits… and she had been delaying the search of her parents for the longest of times. We can't keep hogging her all to ourselves." Istina rubbed her friend's shoulder while showing a smile. "She will be back soon enough."
"…after our last mission, I fear that things will get complicated out of nowhere again… just like back then…"
"Sonya, we haven't even had our fist drink. It's far too early to get like."
Hellagur placed the customer's drinks before them, amber colors beaconing to their tired and lonely eyes. The ursus had a special attachment to honey, which was why the substance always managed to lift their spirits. The girls picked their cups and made a toast.
"For Lada! So that she comes back soon!"
"For Lada. So that she comes back safely."
"Nasdrovia!"
"Heh, nasdrovia."
Honey. A strange substance that their group of friends seemed to enjoy in unique ways. The chef brought out the best out of it in the dishes she prepared, the aristocrat poured some into her tea when she was in the mood for something sweeter than sugar and the brawler could get totally wasted from a non-honeyed honey drink. Zima herself didn't really get what the fuss about honey was. It was just some sweet amber goop. It made her a bit fuzzy in the head, sure, but that was about it. No big deal.
"Sonyaaa… I reaaally think you should try being a liiitle bit more honest, every noow and then…"
The ursus' ears perked up as someone's voice dragged the words with the numbness of drunkenness. Zima looked to the side and she witnessed her friend emptying the rest of her drink in one go, her neck dancing to the motions of drinking. Istina breathed out with satisfaction.
"H-Hey, are you okay? You look out of it."
The detective moved her arm to point at where she thought Zima was, but she reached out further than it needed. "I'm totally out! You have to drink too, Sonya. I don't want to be the only one out… It's lonely…"
The vanguard operator was in utter disbelief. Out of everyone in her friend group, she thought Istina would be the least affected by honey, but she was even worse off than Leto! Hellagur silently read the mood and poured the girls some water. Zima grabbed her friend and put the glass against her lips. Istina blew on the water, showering the both of them.
The only reasonable bear armed herself with patience and apologized to the barman for the mess. The brunette grabbed the blue-haired girl's arm and passed it over her neck. It was a bit saddening to end things so soon. She had been looking forward to celebrating with Istina about Gummy's habit-graduation, but those honeyed drinks proved to be too much for them. She herself was feeling a bit light-headed, but she still stumbled their way back to their quarters.
"You listeniiiing?" The drunk bear continued rambling. "I asked you what do you think about me?"
"Yeah, yeah. I like you, Anna." The dishonest bear replied, hoping that some sincerity would satisfy her friend and put her to sleep.
"…really? I… I think I like you too."
"Of course you do! I'm the one and only General Zima!"
"Heehehe… Yaaay… and I'm going to have the great general all for me…"
As the girls traversed the corridor back to their dormitories, they crossed paths with some familiar faces. After wishing each other good night, they continued their slow return. Istina had been toying with Zima's necktie until she managed to undo it. The bear stared at her friend's collarbones and the choker in her neck.
"What do you taste like, Zima?"
"Hah. That's easy. I taste like awesomeness and glory."
"Hihihii… How does that even taste?"
"Good, I hope."
The door to the room opened. Zima still slept at a different place, but she was planning to spend the night there. There was a free bed, anyway… Istina was so happy of being back that she laid down and hugged the floor. Her friend laughed in disbelief. As weird as seeing Istina behaving like that was, it was cute.
"Come on, don't hug the floor. We need to get you out of those clothes before you catch a cold."
"I don't wanna!" The bear complained, fighting back against the assailant.
"Be a good girl."
"Gnn…"
Removing the jacket was simple. The blazer, not so much. While Zima unbuttoned her friend's white shirt, Istina blushed and squirmed around, asking her to be gentle. The responsible one chuckled and even joked about it. She was starting to look forward to the next day, when she told the neutral Istina how defenseless she got from just a single honeyed drink.
"Do you love me?"
But then, Zima answered just like she had been doing to every drunk question made that night. "Yeah, yeah. Lots."
With her white shirt completely unbuttoned and her peeking blue bra, Istina got up and tackled Zima. "I'm happy… I'm… so relieved."
"Hey, what this all about?"
Getting pinned down was a bit startling, but Zima knew when something was off with her friend. Usually, the both of them knew what the other needed, but made the conscious choice not to rub their wounds. That night, however, honey made their lips loose. Istina stared at her friend, trying to puzzle out how to remove the rest her friend's clothes. When Zima touched her cheek, Istina regained some sense of self.
"I… worry. Sometimes."
"Figures."
"I worry that you and the others don't really like me. I'm not as peppy as Lada, or as elegant as Natalya, or as fun as Rosalind. I feel like an outlier… and I worry that I will end up alone."
"Hah. For such a studious girl, you sure are dense. There's no way that could be true, Anna. You always have interesting things to say, helping dumbasses like me being a little bit less ignorant about things. You always look after us, even if we sometimes tease you too much… You're the honey that keeps us together. Next time you say something so stupid again, I'll hit you."
Istina glanced at the red necktie she had stolen some time ago and then stared at her friend. "I just removed this."
"Hmm?"
"I wonder how much more honest you can get if I keep undressing you…"
"W-Wait-"
Before Zima could do anything about it, her friend had reached down beneath her skirt and pulled down her red leggings. Accidentally or not, that drunk grabbed more than Zima expected, her nether regions getting startled by the sudden touch of the air. The vanguard tried fighting it a little, but the drunk was adamant about stripping her. Istina got so into it that, after tossing the leggings and the panties aside, she immediately tried pulling her friend's shirt up. Zima bonked her head with a fist.
"Owiee."
"T-That's enough! I can do this on my own!" The brunette was going to strip anyway. Since they had been showered in water, they had to change clothes to avoid catching a cold, but something felt odd when her friend was then one removing her clothes. It was unsettling feeling in her chest that burned… and Zima was afraid of it.
Istina watched intently as her friend showed her black bra, her modest figure putting a smile in the detective. However, even though the brown skirt was damp from the earlier accident, Zima didn't remove it… and, as her bestest friend, Istina would lend a hand.
"I-Idiot! That's-"
Istina touched her friend's naked butt and her petite brown tail, drawn to it as if pulled by a magnet. "Hehehe… cute."
"C-C-C-Cuuuute?! Ugh, dealing with drunk people is such a pain in the ass!"
Abandoning all sense of shame to address the emergency, Zima picked her friend up and carried her to the bed. Her intent was to just put needy Anna somewhere while she finished changing clothes, but dizziness made her trip on her way and she ended falling, sandwiching the honey-drunk against the bed.
"Ghnn… Sorry. Are you o-"
Zima's apology was interrupted. The bear underneath her had her bra misplaced, revealing the rosy bits of her small chest. Nothing new, of course. The girls had taken baths together before, but what shocked the brunette wasn't something as unremarkable as a nipple or two. The blue-haired braid was sprayed to the side. Her cheeks were bright red and her blue eyes stared at her with an unknown intent. Their legs were touching, but Zima was wearing almost nothing. Even though nakedness had the tendency of capturing the eyes of people, Istina's were set onto Zima's.
"…what is going on?" The vanguard asked, her own chest beating faster than expected.
There was no answer from her friend. Silence was actually a relieving thing. It meant that Istina might be so tired already that she was about to daze off into a pleasant sleep, putting an end to the incredibly weird mood going on between the two.
Just as Zima was about to sigh her relief, a pair of arms grabbed her torso and pushed her to the side. Things were happening too fast to follow. In just a moment, Istina had pinned her friend down onto her bed, holding onto her arms to prevent any attempt at fighting back. The detective's braid fell right next to the delinquent's bleached strands of red, their eyes trapped in a deadlocked stare-off.
Istina released Zima's arms. Zima didn't move.
"See? You can be honest if you try."
"…A-Anna…"
What was the drunk thinking? The detective loosened the tension in her arms and laid over her friend's almost naked body. A mere inch separating them, their breaths tickled each other. It wasn't the first time their heads were that close… but it was the first time their lips touched. After the first kiss, Istina dived for another, to make sure. She showed a grin.
"You were right. Awesomeness and glory tastes good."
Zima was too astonished to even articulate a word properly, but before she could continue failing miserably, Istina shut her mouth with hers. What was even going on? Anna and her? Kissing like lovers? The mere concept was so wild that it served to exterminate the remaining sanity in the poor vanguard. As their tongues rubbed onto each other, Zima's chest burnt with the intensity of a sun and beat with the strength of a festival. Her heart was in such a frenzied state that Istina noticed it.
"Oh. I missed a spot."
Licking her lips, the drunk push away her friend's last remaining piece of cloth and tasted her raw breasts. Her mouth finally free from the kissing, Zima let out a weak moan. If somebody recorded it and presented to her later, she would never believe that was her. However, if that person then proceeded to explain that she made it while her dear friend had pressed her down onto the bed, kissed her and made love to her chest, would most certainly be met with a fatal error.
The error… was putting words to it. Zima was actually enjoying it.
Prior to that day, not even once had she even conceived the possibility of doing those things with Istina, but at that moment… it made so much sense to her that she couldn't believe how she didn't notice before. Did that make her gay? Perhaps. Did it really matter what adjective she was given when she was in so much ecstasy? Nope.
"Anna… Stop. Please, stop for a second." She requested, getting the unstoppable drunk engine to release her new erected friends. "What are you doing?"
Istina's blush hadn't subsided even a bit in all that time. Honey may be fueling her bold actions, but she wasn't such a helpless bear that would do just anything during a moment of wild abandon. "I'm making love with you." She answered as if that was the natural course of action.
Zima tried questioning her, but the fear of putting an end to it all clenched her heart. Even so, the brunette still forced the question out. She really cared about Anna and had to make absolutely clear that whatever was happening… was not just a mistake.
"Are you really sure you want to do this… with someone like me?"
The blue-haired girl sat on her lap, entranced with watching Zima's chest go up and down. She closed her eyes. "Someone like you? Are you still blaming yourself about the past?"
A sour mood painted sadness over the naked girl's hard eyes. "I did what I did and I'm not looking away."
Istina laid down over her friend, her head next to hers. "I'm not telling you to forget. I'm telling you not to stare so much. We all did things that will probably haunt us for the rest of our lives… but I refuse to let that define the entirety of my persona… and I know you feel the same."
"It's like you said. Sometimes… I worry. When I'm feeling vulnerable and I behave my rudest, it's because I have been having troubles with my nightmares or because I have been mulling things over too much."
"We all love you, Zima." Istina stablished, for she perceived that as a truth. "Since you are clumsy with words, you say whatever goes through that little mind of yours. Unfiltered. But then, when you catch yourself revealing too much of your feelings, you get embarrassed and put a rude front to push people away."
"That part of me is-"
"Beautiful." Istina interrupted, moving up to be able to look at her eyes. "You're beautiful, Sonya. I love reading books… but you're so easy to read that you must be my favorite book."
A throbbing. Zima didn't know what was happening.
"I would read you over and over and never get tired of it. There are happy moments… and moments we wished never happened… but I'm in love with you, Sonya. So don't say things like 'someone like me'. I'm doing this because it's you."
There was a hot sensation running out of Zima's eyes. Their lips touched again. Their breaths grew heavier and the mood returned to its previous course. Istina paused to cough and make a scary face.
"Repeating the words of an awesome girl, 'if you ever say something so stupid again, I will hit you'. Though, rather than hitting you… I will hit ON you."
"Pfff! Really? Gnhah! That's-!"
A gentle rub was all it took to confirm the detective's suspicions. As dishonest as her friend was, her body was entirely a different case. Istina's leg had felt it long ago, but her hand just certified it. Zima was wet down there. The supporter caressed the vanguard's lower belly, teasing her into trembling and shaking from desire.
Zima wasn't having it. She was the toughest of their group! The alpha! Was she really going to allow herself to become a bottom? Was her friend going to get her way with her body while she did nothing to resist? Sonya's pride made her chest inflate with resolve to fight back. Maybe push her friend down and remove the rest of her clothes. If someone had to be a top, that was Zima! Plotting to ravish her female friend excited her so much she cackled in anticipation. Just as she was about to set her counterattack into motion, something slipped in, causing her loudest moan yet.
"You're so cute, Sonya…" Istina whispered to her ear before starting to lick it, her hand busying itself with the caressing of Zima's pussy.
The area had been so lubricated with desire that her finger had no troubles going in. Being inside her friend was an amazing sensation. Istina could feel everything… every contraction and every jerk caused by the pleasure running through Zima. For every cute noise she did, her own desire was refueled. Istina passed an arm under her back to fondle a boob, pressing and rubbing her own against her ribs. Meanwhile, Zima moved her head to find her lover's and made a mute beg. Since she wanted a kiss that bad, the detective had no other choice but to comply.
The girls were having sex.
After minute of intense stimulation, Zima's moans grew hotter and more intense, finishing into a small yell of peaking pleasure. Zima wasn't a moron. She knew what masturbation was. Whatever that felt like, she knew for a fact that having sex with someone she loved felt a million times better.
As clarity returned to her senses, Zima reconsidered the entire situation again and tried sorting out her feelings about it. Her body still trembled from the sensations. Her clothes sprayed over the floor was not a new sight, but the connotations had never been so different.
It was scary. Everything was unknown and it all happened so fast that…
Zima returned her eyes to her friend's. Istina had fallen asleep, hugging her arm and making a cushion out of her shoulder. Her touch was warm. Of course, Sonya had been touched affectionately by her friends before, but it had never felt so… fulfilling, as it did at that moment.
Everything was weird. Her own mind was a mess. Was she really gay all along? Something entirely unexpected had happened and she enjoyed through it all… but what did that make of her relationship with Anna? What would happen afterwards? Would the honey-drunk even remember?
Before the uncertainties of the future could keep torturing her exposed heart, the sleeping girl giggled next to her ear. Zima sighed.
"Guess there's no point in worrying about that now." She gave her friend a kiss in the head and turned off the nightlight. "Goodnight, Anna… … … … … … …"
An hour later…
"…I…"
Thirty minutes later…
"…I love you."
Only after choking the words out could Zima fall asleep.
If you just came for a simple Zima x Istina pairing, you might want to pretend these other chapters do not exist. The plot will thicken, as it will the number of ursus girls in a single bed…
