Quick name reference: Zima=Sonya, Istina=Anna, Gummy=Lada, Leto=Rosalind, Rosa=Natalya


Istina x Leto

The discretion of the night gave way to the inevitable clarity of dawn.

The events of last night had been so intense that Zima's doppelganger didn't show up that night to torment the guilt-ridden girl. If nightmares ever threatened to flood her frail mind, she would clench her body in response. Shortly after, a gentle caress would pat the bad dreams away and wave the girl back into a pleasant sleep. Zima enjoyed sleeping with her friends more that she would ever admit, but that night felt completely different. Her heart had been beating so strongly that it probably intimidated the bad thoughts away.

Istina was the earliest bird in their little group. When her eyes propelled open, her mind would start surveying the routine that awaited. She would drag her feet out of the bed, visit the small bathroom to brush her teeth and take quick shower. Next, she would braid her hair and spend exactly three minutes looking at her own reflection. Then, she would find some clean clothes and start even considering the task of waking her lazy roommates up.

But Gummy was no longer around.

Saddened by the realization, Istina heaved a sigh as she tried getting up. Her hand had touched something squishy and soft, so she groped it try guessing what it was without looking. After she got five squeezes out of Zima's boob, a flood of memories returned to her aching mind. Blushing and breathing quicker, the blue-haired girl noticed how her friend had slept next to her for the entire night… entirely naked.

Zima had a firm yet elegant body. Her belly looked so pretty that Istina always tried tickling it whenever the girls took a bath together, but the detective's attention shifted somewhere else. A place her fingers had gotten acquaintances with last night. The memory alone was enough to revive the throbbing sensation of the emissary that explored the foreign cave. Blood kept rushing to her cheeks, the perplexed girl having troubles believing she did what she did. Did honey really have such a strong effect on her? Or did…

…did she do it… out of her own volition?

Observing the naked female next to her, Istina gulped down, a hot sensation making her head spin yet again. Some parts were blurry. She remembered that Zima brought her back to the room and that a funny desire to undress her friend took over her. But then, as they kept interacting with each other, an earnest desire to see the purest version of her friend took over. Then the desire to feel Zima even closer to her… to tell her so many truths she would have no choice but to be honest.

And… perhaps… confessing to her, among other truths.

The brunette bear moved a little, groaning a complaint to time for flowing forward and interrupting her sleep. Istina panicked. She didn't even know how to react. Closing her unbuttoned shirt? When did she lose her bra? How would she even explain to Zima why she was naked? But, then, Zima probably remembered all of it, so there was no real need to explain anything. All that was left was preparing herself for the aftermath.

Zima pushed herself up, unimpressed by her lack of clothes. She scratched her ear and yawned. Then she found the bear friend she shared a bed with and offered a handshake.

"Morning."

Returning to normal after shaking hands with her, Istina watched in astonishment as Zima stood up, put some clothes on and started her own morning routine. Was that all she had to say about last night? After their hearts had melted together in their little love nest, was a greeting and a handshake all she was getting after all?

"Wait a minute… Was I expecting more? … …and what if… it was all a dream?" The detective shook her confused head. "No. That's impossible. It was too vivid… too lucid… too sexy…"

As for the first question, the bluehead had no choice but to live with the truth. Istina had sex with the girl she loved last night… and she wanted more. The handshake was fine, but remembering their kissing made her long for a warmer contact. As the shower was turned on in her quarters, the ursus tried getting a hold of herself.

"Let's think about it rationally. Zima said nothing about it when she woke up. She acted like it never happened, so… would it be alright if I did the same?"

The question painted a lonely expression on the girl. That might be the correct answer if they wanted to return to their previous status quo. Romantically or platonically, Istina loved Zima all the same. Their friendship had a special place in her heart and she would never give it up. Was it worth it? Should she risk it for the desire of something greater? Hugging a pillow, Istina once again reminisced on the things she did to her friend in hopes of finding an answer.

Before she could clarify her feelings, Zima exited the shower and returned to the room, picking her jacket from the floor. "Last night sure was something." The brunette casually commented, making the bluehead jump.

"Haha, s-sure was…"

"I've never seen you getting like that before."

Istina gulped. By that, did she mean… lustful?

Zima put her boots back on and grinned. "We will have to be more careful next time we order honeyed drinks, heh."

It was just the kind of comment her friend would make without thinking twice about it, but Istina felt a solid lump of pounding inside her chest. Did Zima mean that last night was… something that should be avoided?

"Welp, I'm off to the training grounds. Gotta let off some steam!"

The detective wasn't given any time to even formulate her question before she was left alone, her hand still moving towards the door as if to call out for Zima. Usually, Istina appreciated silence. Reading was much easier when there weren't too many distractions… but silence kept stabbing her heart that morning.

Should she go chase after Zima and demand to talk about the elephant in the room? No! What if she rejected her at point-blank? Their friendship would be immediately destroyed! Istina begun to understand her friend's choice. If she acted like nothing had happened, nothing would be lost. That was… great… but far from the optimal conclusion that the intelligent ursus desired with her entire being.

It was a nostalgic feeling. At the food festival, she wanted to give it her best and see what became of it. Doing so became one of the decisions she enjoyed the most. That morning, Istina wanted to give it her all to find some way of making it work. Doing that… might become the choice that changes her life forever.

Something the supporter operator learnt during her time at Rhodes Island was that, when something overwhelmed her, she was completely free to seek advice. And she needed it desperately. Gummy immediately came to mind, but that only made her grow sadder still. Istina shook her messy sleeping head and kept looking for candidates. Leto? Too superficial to provide sensible advice. Rosa? Too cautious to be a good guide. With Gummy gone and Zima out of the equation, who could she ask for help.

A certain one-armed ursus came to mind.


All of them had been given a week of rest after their latest mission. Many things happened during the epic adventure, but thankfully everyone survived the ordeal. The missing children were currently receiving treatment at Rhodes Island. Leto was following Beehunter's rehab program to get over her injured leg. Istina didn't check on Click or Absinthe since then, but she had gone to see that other operator at the medical ward once or twice. To give him books to read, mostly.

Gummy prepared things to go look for her parents and went away shortly after. Even though all of the ursus girls felt tempted to join her new adventure, that trip was something Gummy had to do on her own. It didn't make it less lonely or unbearable, but she promised to return. Since Lada was a good girl, Istina was sure she would fulfill her promise.

A few minutes after asking around, Istina located the ursus boy of long red hair and casual split skirt having some tea at the cafeteria. The detective was already loading the words into her mouth when she saw who was sitting next to him.

"Good morning, dear Istina. Did you sleep well?"

Of all questions to make, that one flustered the bluehead the most. "H-Hello, Rosa. Good morning."

The ursus girl was unlike any other. Despite of being of a similar age, Natalya had both a mature body and a mature mind. Her long unruly white hair had a pair of bleached strands near her fluffy ursus ears, mimicking the unique coloring of her eyes: red and blue. Over her tall head, she wore a blue hairy hat, typical from aristocrat families. Her white school uniform was rather flashy with the giant red shoulder ribbon and long and majestic school jacket. Just below the voluminous chest, her dress-like uniform switched from a plain pattern to a frilled skirt. Her gentle expression made her appear like one of Rhodes Island's finest lasses, but Istina was aware of the weight that was put into some of her smiles.

The goal of her mission was reaching out to somebody else, however. He was a fellow ursus student that had survived the Chernobogian tragedy. It was an unusual meeting, but just like the Ursus Self-Government Student Group he had been trying to let go of his past. Aside from his bright red hair, the boy was quite eye-catching. A handsome face with long hair and a split long skirt was not a usual sight. To top it off, he lost his left arm not too long ago, which he was still trying to adjust to.

"And hello, Carri…" Istina had been so preoccupied with things she almost made a mistake. That codename was no more. Confidential. "Good morning, Mikhail."

"Morning, Istina. Were you looking for Rosa?"

"What makes you think that?" The girl replied, trying to win some time to reformulate her plan.

The one-armed boy took his cup of tea, gave it a sip and winced. Rosa rose a brow, her voice worried. "Have you still not recovered from your dysgeusia?"

"No, I mostly have. It's just that I'm not so good with tea, after all."

"Then why did you accept my invitation? You don't have to force yourself to drink something you don't enjoy."

"The company makes up for it." He smiled, surprising the girls.

Rosa blushed a little and made a grin of her own. "Goodness me, Mikhail! Ever since you got a girlfriend, you look like you're always walking two feet above the floor."

"You do feel like a different person." Istina agreed.

The recovering operator shrugged, rubbing his no longer crystallized shoulder. "I've had many good things happen to me lately. Among them, I can proudly announce that Zima and I have finally buried the hatchet."

"Really?"

"One percent of it."

The female ursus glanced at each other, their eyes equally as confused. The male chuckled at their reaction, elated by the fact that he could finally chat nonchalantly with Zima's friends without needing to walk on his toes.

"Would you like to join us? I can give you my tea." Mikhail invited.

"You won't finish your own cup? How unrefined of you. If you can't drink your tea, I guess I won't be telling you about my impressions on the comic you lent me."

"O-Okay, no need to go that far, ma'am. I'll drink!"

"Shall I pour some honey in your tea?"

Honey, a keyword that now triggered the cascade of memories from that night. Rosa expertly measured the amount of amber nectar dropped into her friend's cup before returning to take a sip from her own drink.

The refined lady caught a glimpse of something red. "Istina? What's wrong? You suddenly got mighty blushes on your cheeks. Are you perhaps feeling unwell?"

"True that. You're red as my hair."

The detective felt weak in the knees. Her goal had been asking Mikhail for advice, but that option was not possible with Rosa present. That boy was at the perfect distance from all of them to provide useful guidance, especially now that he had made peace with his former nemesis. The bluehead nervously adjusted the monocle over her nose, her voice not too convincing.

"I-It's nothing. I… I have something to take care of. See you around."

Leaving those two at the cafeteria, Istina marched a straight line back to her room, desperate for respite. Before she even opened the door, she started removing her jacket and pulling down her skirt. There was a painful inferno troubling her nether regions. She had been so hasty in her stripping that she tripped, but she didn't bother standing up. The door closed automatically.

"I can't believe I've been reduced… to this…!"

To make matters worse, when she slid her hand beneath her panties and touched her lower entrance, she remembered whose pussy she touched last… and what finger made incredible deeds. Hoping for any kind of lingering connection, Istina sucked on her finger passionately, regretting that she took a bath before realizing sooner. Just the stimulation from sucking her own index was making her go mad horny. Her legs rubbed against each other, aching for action. Summoning an imaginary naked Zima, Istina stretched her legs wider and watched as the projection reached down to her private bits… and burrowed into them. With the other hand, the horny bear rubbed her own chest, trying to imagine that she did it to Zima's cute breasts.

"Maaaaan, that was like, a new record or something! I'll have to apologize to Istina later, haha." Somebody laughed, satisfied from taking the greatest dump in history as she exited the toilet. "Hey, Istina! How goes the day! Having… …fun?"

Leto caught Istina masturbating.

Saying that it was red-handed was a complete understatement. The bluehead had been so distracted with her own excitement that she didn't stop immediately, even if the intruder watched with increasing shock.

The brawler was another member of the USSG. Her jacket was as voluminous as others, but her colors were black and yellow. However, the scheme of colors attributed to Rosalind was wider. Her short brown hair had symmetrical white bleaches on the sides. Around her neck, a thin scarf-like red cloth with a pin of the USSG. Her sailor uniform had the usual, white and blue, along with a red tie, but her style was more daring. Since the shirt was rather small due to Rosalind's size, her belly was usually completely exposed. The blue skirt connected to her uniform with thin straps that resembled garments. To complete the color distribution, her red stockings were just long enough to leave a small portion of her legs bare, but since she received an injury to her right leg, she carried bandages instead of the other sock.

The girl of orange eyes usually wore a perpetual grin on her mug, but catching Istina in the middle of a solitary masturbation session only made it wider.

"R-Rosalind?!" The horny bluehead finally noticed, making her heart almost exit her chest cavity from the surprise.

"Do not mind me, go on, hehe. I was just thinking that… Anna is also a girl, after all."

Continue? In front of her? Only someone like Leto would propose such an impossible idea. Istina turned around to search for her missing skirt, but she had pushed it somewhere during her heated actions and couldn't find it. The spectator stood up from the chair she had been sitting on while enjoying the show and helped her search for it. Lo and behold, the skirt was under foot all along. One would expect Leto to notice sooner and help her embarrassed friend exiting her barely presentable condition, but that would be underestimating the brawler. Whenever Leto moved, she did so with decisiveness. And so, she decisively tripped.

A soft moan caught her by surprise. Leto removed her hand from Istina's chest, growing a blush of her own. "Whoops. Touched a boob there. Luuuucky! I mean, sorry, haha. Got that one mixed up."

Usually, Istina would pick one of her ears and pull it to nag at Leto's carelessness, but the stimulation of a foreign hand touching her was so much more intense than anything she could fantasize about. Her ragged breathing resumed, her entire body begging her mind to cease resisting and surrender to her instincts.

Leto caught her friend by the shoulders. "Whoa whoa, you okay there, buddy? I didn't expect you to be interested in these things, but you're not looking too good. What's wrong?"

Slowly, Istina dragged her blue eyes to meet the witness to her masturbation, her mind in complete shambles. Despite that being her forte, the detective didn't feel like thinking anymore. She needed help. Urgently.

"Many things." Istina answered.

"You can tell me. Your secrets are safe with me, hahahahaa!"

"…"

"Okay, maybe not entirely. Sorry that I told Zima about your secret stash of pastries."

Something like a secret pile of sweet was irrelevant when compared to what the blushing horny girl said next.

"I had sex with Zima last night."

"Say what?"

"We went to have some drinks and we ended up making love… but this morning-"

"Maaaaaan! So you beat me to it! I guess it's true what they say. Early bird gets the worm, hyahahaha!"

Istina briefly disregarding whatever that sillyhead said to keep focusing her current crisis, but that part of her mind that diligently tried making sense of her random friend finished processing the words.

"…Rosalind?"

"Anna."

"I'm asking just to make sure that I didn't misheard you. Did you just say… that I beat you to it?"

"Sure did! Damn, I'm jelly as heck. I'm sure it had to be hella awesome… Don't worry, though. I am too dumb to know when to call quits. If I can't be her first, I'll aim for second place!"

Someone as diligent and responsible as Istina had trouble following Leto's logic. First, what? Then, what? Lastly, what? She also wanted to do naughty things with Zima? Even though Istina just did it? Even if she caught her masturbating while moaning Sonya's name? As high as her brain power was, sometimes it was just not enough to follow her friend, so Istina shut down her logic parameters.

Direct words worked the best, so the detective put on a glare. "Hey. I'm not giving up on Sonya, Rosalind."

"Yoooo! That's sick! I'm so glad we are on the same page, book master!"

Istina's brow twitched. "What I'm trying to say is that I won't surrender Sonya to you. I love her."

"Aaah! So cute! Ah, don't worry, though. I would never ask you to give up on her."

"Are you saying that… we are love rivals?"

Leto sighed a long one and removed her coat. "I'm not getting it through, huh? Hmm. What should I do to make you understand?"

Unlike the studious ursus, thinking wasn't really her strong suit, so she surrendered to action. Leto grabbed Istina by the shoulder to hold her in place and landed a blunt kiss on her. The touch of someone's lips set Istina's chest ablaze, her already diminished mind pushed further into nonsense. The bluehead pushed back and slipped her standing, laying down on the floor. Leto moved closer, pinning her down.

"We aren't love rivals. We are love partners! I like you as much as I like Sonya, Anna. Just like I like Natalya and Lada! My masterplan was to slowly create my personal harem, since I am obviously the protagonist of this story, but I don't mind sharing the spotlight!"

Istina pinched the chaotic bear's nose and made her fall back. "Talking to you is going to give me a headache."

"Really? My bad, haha."

"…should we do something other than talking?"

"Eh? A-Anna? Eeek!"

The detective had been a horny mess from the beginning of their interaction. She tried her hardest at being reasonable about things and trying to find some way to sort things out. As random as her friend was, Leto had a tendency to notice the things nobody else did. It was as if her eyes only saw the truth.

Love partners? A harem? Such concepts were nothing but fantasies of somebody's wishful thinking… but… in the slim chance that Leto looped her stupidity around to proving genius… how would Istina feel about it? To love the girls she loved… harder? The clenching of her body and the thumping of her heart were her answers.

Istina was not as ignorant as the brunette now beneath her. Her blue eyes saw reality as it was, deciphering the truth as if it were another of her dramatic tragedy novels.

Leto rose her arms and closed them around Istina's neck.

"I… I'm ready. Let's do this."

But the things she saw reflected on Rosalind's orange eyes… were too beautiful to give up. The possibility of something incredible. With Istina's smarts and Leto's dumbs, did they really have anything to fear? Besides, Anna was not no longer capable of returning back to normal. Last night, she opened her heart to Sonya and loved every second of it. As scary as closing the gap was, she didn't want to let go of the people she held the closest to her heart.

It was settled. Istina would help creating that harem with as much diligence as when she tailored her outfit for the food festival. The first step in the conquest had been taken with the help of some innocent honey. The next steps… would be equally as sweet.

There was something about Leto's figure that always captivated her. The first time she saw the school thug, Istina branded her as a reliable muscle, yet vulgar girl. Neglecting to cover her belly was something that upset the formal student… and for good reason. It installed in her a desire to discover. Istina loved mysteries. What kind of mountains hid to the north of that seductive valley?

Her hands crawled beneath the sailor suit to find out and grabbed onto a tit with passion. Leto let out a faint grunt and Istina slowed down.

"Is your leg okay?"

"Hm? What does my leg have to do with anything?"

Istina pulled back to look at it. "You were injured last mission and you…"

"Haha, right. You shouldn't underestimate the ladies at the Medical Department, Anna. It works for me, though. Now I can do this."

Leto was given the chance to get up and push her lover down. The brawler had been looking forward to having sex with her friends so much that she couldn't hold back anymore. Besides, the one closer to being fully naked wasn't her… even if the bookworm was surprisingly forward when taking the initiative.

The short-haired girl decisively moved again, reaching out to the spots Istina had been rubbing when she exited the bathroom. She could feel her erected nipple through her bra, so she decided to remove it to get a clearer feel. She sensation of something adorable yet hard pressing the palm of her hand… Leto found it amusing. It could become a habit. Her own boobs were a handful, but Istina's gentle hills felt so much better… so much closer to her rushing heartbeat…

Istina suddenly shook and hold onto her friend's shoulders. Getting her pussy touched was so stimulating that she was almost at the breaking point. Her prior foreplay had done a number on her resistance, but the detective didn't want to end so soon or so fast. Holding Leto's hand down with her own, she went for a kiss. The brunette tried answering in kind, but her partner was so passionate and intense in her kissing that it was quickly proven who gave the better kisses.

The girls held closer onto each other, hugging as they kissed. The chests rubbed onto each other. Even through the clothes, they could feel the other's chest… which only served to stimulate them further. Leto begun having troubles keeping up with the passionate bluehead, her body growing weaker to her assault. Something felt really itchy in her panties… and she didn't really know too much of masturbation. Istina read her lover's signals and placed a hand on the belly she loved so much. Then, rather than going north, she went to the south.

"If you do that… Gaaahah!"

The detective felt a pain in her chest. Her partners moan had been so cute whatever doubt remained in her heart was eliminated. She loved Rosalind, too. She wanted to keep listening to the noises she made. As tomboyish as that punk could be, the girl next to her was so sexy that it was driving her crazy.

Something slid open, but the girls were too entranced making love to notice.

"I'm going to… ah. Anna, Anna, Anna…" Whispering her name to its owner's ear, Leto lost all control of herself and closed her eyes to embrace the visitor in her panties.

"Heheheh… You're unexpectedly cute, Rosalind. You should have seen how Sonya was when I did to her the same things I'm doing to you."

"Oh, boy. I want to have sex with her as well so much…"

"That will be tricky. You know how hard that girl's guard can be when she's scared. Don't worry. I'll think of a plan."

"Neat! You truly are the brains of the USSG, Anna! B-But… with how good you're at this, you might also be our libido… Gngnnmm!"

Istina grinned while her hand dived beneath the sailor suit again, finding something erected to tease. "Heh, not the title I thought I'd ever receive, but I'll welcome it regardless."

"I'm so close now…"

"You're such a cute tomboy, Rosalind. I love you."

"Me too…! Anna…! Aaah! Coming!"

Getting a faceful of her chest, Istina made Leto climax. The only worrisome thing of the entire sequence was how noisy the girls had been. If someone asked, what in the world were they going to answer? No matter, that morning's pain begun vanishing as her fingers were drenched in her lover's pleasure juices. A hot sensation that made her determined.

Whatever the deal with Sonya was, the days where the two of them would neglect each other's needs were over. As enjoyable as making love to Rosalind was, it felt incomplete. And… if the worrisome thirst in her throat had anything so say, it wouldn't be complete even if they recruited Sonya.

Recovering some clarity, Istina paled a bit when she realized what her new goal had become. A harem for everyone in the USSG? The notion was so unrealistic that it made her want to laugh. However, even if it was such an unlikely outcome, she owed her heart to try.

"Hey, hey! You thought we were done? This is payback!"

The brawler recovered her strength and tackled her love partner. Istina was not given too many chances to find faults in their new shared dream. They were doing it and there was no other option about it. Not that Istina felt any different from Leto. As scary as it was, she wasn't alone in it. While her smart mind worried over common sense, her new lover's dumb confidence would help her standing up to the challenge. She was still not going to say that stupid expression. Carpe Diem was far more refined.