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


Zima x Rosa

Sex was a word that had recently crossed Rosa's mind. As she once heard a streamer call it, a ship had sailed not too long ago, which opened the windows to lovey-dovey things. In the past, the term only brought mild disgust to the young aristocrat. Sexual intercourse was seen by many nobles as the means to stablish alliances between houses and to produce new heirs. Since males didn't bear the capacity to give birth, it was usually expected from most of the high-born ladies. The goal? Protecting the continuation of the noble birthright of the richer class.

Joining Rhodes Island allowed her to escape almost all responsibilities tied to her position. Sexual intimacy was finally something she could make decision about, rather than listening to her elders planning who she was meant to marry or how many heirs she should give birth. The sniper operator had no hurry in finding herself a boyfriend. It was still too soon for her… and she was still trying to find redemption for the things she did at Peterheim Middle School. Of course, she no longer plotted to end her own life nor did she want Zima to do it. Natalya wanted to live a long and fulfilling life… and, though it wasn't under the best circumstances, she ended making some of the best friends she could have ever asked for.

Two of which she accidentally saw having sex together.

There were a few things to point out. While Rosa agreed that their relationship had grown quite intimate during the last year, it had never crossed her mind that two of her girl friends might end up developing such a relationship. And then, if Rosa was forced to guess who would be the one to do it, it would have been Zima and Istina, not Leto with Istina. However, since Leto had always been a hard to predict girl, it made some sense, but it didn't make it any easier to digest.

And then… a same-sex pairing? At some point in the past, Rosa had wondered about the kind of boys her friends liked. None of them showed too much interest, which might have been an early hint to what she recently witnessed.

It was only seven seconds. The door opened, Rosa saw a half-naked Istina touching Leto's places while they laid on the floor and then the door closed. Time seemed to stop, but the sounds inside the room continued to paint possibilities in the aristocrat's mind.

Since Istina left in such a hurry when they last talked, Rosa felt worried about her and decided to pay her a visit. The whitehead liked being their occasional advisor when something bothered her friends or some other operator. Little good deeds to repay the horrible things she mindlessly encouraged.

The one in a need for counselling was now her. Confused, thrilled and speechless, the polite ursus moved through the corridor while supporting herself on a wall and she entered her private quarters. After walking in and closing the door, she laid down on the floor. Her room had the same design as Istina's. Such a simple coincidence made Rosa watch the empty floor next to her and remember what she saw… and how it sounded. Her chest felt heavy. Heavier than usual. It wasn't that she was excited about it. Rosa considered herself a girl with a traditional disposition towards romance.

Traditional or not, her thoughts were prisoners to the scene she witnessed.

A few knocks on her door. How many time had she spent reminiscing on those short seven seconds? Seven seconds? Seventy minutes? A week? Probably not that much. Rosa could still feel the fragrance of tea lingering in her mouth. It had not been too long since she was innocently chatting with Mikhail about the romance comic he lent her.

Could it have been that boy's fault? By planting the seed of romance through lecture, had Mikhail orchestrated it all? For a moment, Rosa was certain of it. The next, she remembered the innocence with which her reading partner talked about the characters he loved so much. Mikhail wasn't like that. Rosa knew.

But Rosa didn't know how a scene she used to consider impossible had just taken place. The knocking on the door preceded someone's call.

"Rosa, you in there? I'm going in."

Rushed by the sudden visitor, the aristocrat stood up and pushed her worries aside, putting the mask of normalcy back on her face and painting a gentle smile over it.

"Sup."

"Zima, hello. What can I do for you?"

The brunette wore lighter clothes than usual, which hinted that she had been doing strength training at the gym. While that was not something out of the ordinary for Zima, the face she was making made it clear that there was something bothering her. It was just like last time she came to her room. That stubborn girl needed to talk about her nightmares with someone, but telling them to the people closest to her was too hard. It was during that day that Natalya made the decision to seek her redemption.

Zima's visit became such an important event in her life that Rosa always found the time to welcome her savior whenever she needed to chat, even if the longest sentence she managed to exert out was made of a couple of annoyed grunts.

The visitor's mood was enigmatic that day. Some of the times she came to Rosa during the last year, it was to complain about her old nemesis. The rest, other issues she had at Rhodes Island. The talks about her nightmares were the exception, not the rule. During all occasions, Zima usually wore an angry face and frowned brows. On top of those, the vanguard was blushing as well.

"I need advice."

And, more importantly, Zima always spent almost the entire time beating around the bush, too proud to ever address her problems directly. Rosa's red and blue eyes opened wide. The day kept throwing surprises at her… and if her instincts were right, they wouldn't stop coming for some time.

Zima walked towards the room and Rosa moved a chair to allow her to take a seat, maybe as they had some tea. However, the brunette made a straight line for the bed and collapsed over it. As rude as her action was, Rosa was getting so worried that she chose not to tell her off. Instead, she approached her and took a seat on the bed as well.

A couple of minutes went by as Zima hugged one of the pillows.

"I think… I might be into women."

Rosa brought a hand to her face. There weren't any nearby mirrors, so the only way to discover what face she was making was to touch it… and preemptively hide it from Zima. The aristocrat didn't even know how she felt about the revelation, but she feared her friend might take it the wrong way if her reaction was weird.

"…i-is that so?" Memories from taking baths together with the vanguard suddenly became rather uncomfortable, but the whitehead pushed those ideas aside for the moment. "How did you find out?"

Another good five minutes went by, giving both girls plenty time to brace themselves for the following revelation. Zima would never admit to such a thing… but she was desperate.

"I had sex with Anna last night."

"Annaaa?!"

"…what?"

Zima was blushing as hard as she could be and trying her hardest not to start saying rude things to hide her embarrassment. The counselor's reaction was weird, but the weirdest thing was that the idea of two girls making out didn't surprise Rosa speechless.

"I-It's nothing. Huuuh… so… that happened? Wow."

Wow? Did Rosa just say wow? The whitehead didn't believe it herself. What awe was there to be found in two of her girl friends exploring their sexuality together? Rosa reassured her own stance and preference and took a deep breath. Expel all weird ideas. Zima needed help and Rosa wanted to provide some.

When the high-born girl prepared her reply, the words failed to come out. She coughed to force them to sound. "A-Ahem! So? Um… d-did you enjoy it or…?"

Zima continued to hug the pillow and turned around to face the wall. Her body shook a little just from remembering. The brunette nodded.

A sudden plethora of questions flooded Rosa's mind. How did it feel? What did they do? How was sex between girls even done? How did it happen? Who did it? What was touched? Did they kiss? What about the chest? Were they completely naked?

Rosa felt her own cheeks growing hotter as the questions piled in her mind. When she noticed her own interest in the subject, she felt a bit taken aback. Why was she so curious? It had nothing to do with a straight girl like her… There were no same-sex marriages in the Empire of Ursus, so it was natural that Natalya would have ignored the existence of such a relationship for the longest of times. Was her fascination the result of curiosity? Or was it… something else?

"…this morning…" Zima eventually resumed. "…I acted as if nothing had happened. I was too terrified to act differently."

"You were scared? Of what?"

Zima rolled over the bed and tried facing to the adviser while talking, as embarrassing as that was. "Now that I know that I like Anna… in that way… I don't have any idea of what I should do. It just… happened and… it was amazing and… Anna did things to me that felt really good… and I wanted more, but… I-I know she said she loved me… and I also said I loved her too, but… are we really like that? I…" The brunette closed her dizzy eyes. "It was a challenge on its own right, but I've come to terms with the truth. I like girls. And I love Anna. But I don't know how she feels about girls, so I'm afraid that if I try anything I will harm our relationship… She's so important to me that I cannot imagine my life without her… I don't know what to do…"

The brunette had almost broken down into tears as she flushed out the contents of her aching soul. When the silence proved to be too tormenting, she dared glancing at her friend. Rosa was the definition of red. For a change, her mask had fallen off. Her eyes stared at the infinite, hardly standing still. She had pressed a hand against her own chest, her expression so shocked that it was hard to get a read on her.

"Don't just stay quiet. Say something, dumbass…" Zima cursed, dying of embarrassment.

"E-Eh? Ah… Sorry…"

Rosa reviewed the entire scene once more in her mind. There it was again. That feeling that made her mind wander freely, unbound by conventional thought.

"Do you… really love Anna? Can you… describe how it feels in detail?"

"What do you want? An essay?" Zima grunted in discomfort. "Well, I love her, but… I don't really know what love is. Hah. I always thought that it was a sappy mood between two insecure suckers."

Rosa chuckled, amused by the blunt girl's way of talking.

"I don't think I like love after all. I don't need it. And I don't know how to quench it!" Zima dropped the cushion and stared at the ceiling. "I hate this feeling. They said love was something good. If I find those liars, I'll kick their asses until they beg for mercy!"

"Is it really that bad? But the face you were making earlier…"

"I know, I know! That's the freaking problem! I like it so much that is a terrifying thing. It's like an anchor stuck to my chest that drags around no matter what I do… and the only way to lift it is to think of her. To think of…" Zima averted her eyes from Rosa. "…never mind. The worst of it is that… when I think back of what we did, I feel like flying… and it's so sappy and disgusting that it makes me hurl!"

"Wow… You are totally in love. I think I get it."

…huh? She did what? Rosa once again was surprised by her own words. Get it? What did she get? She wasn't in love with anyone. She had her girl friends and she needed nothing else. As the silence in her mind grew heavier, a new worry was born.

Zima frowned, upset that her issues were so easy to relate to by that aristocrat. "Do you?" She asked, getting up and staring at the whitehead. "What do you get?"

Rosa was confident. If she didn't think about it anymore, she would surely forget about it and move on with her life as usual. However, Zima made her a question. Judging from her angry looks, she wasn't giving up until an answer was give.

Without other choice, Rosa close her exotically colored eyes to indulge in escapism.

A noble like her had to abide to traditions and practice what the society deemed as normal… but when society is rotten to the core by allowing and even encouraging tragedies on a daily basis… when the traditions the Rostova family valued so much do nothing but constrain your freedom and force young heirs to learn absurd political dispute between the rich while the poor hungered, coughed and perished… did it matter?

By staying at Rhodes Island, Natalya gave up on her surname to become a new person. New identity, new self… and new liberties. The choices were hers to make. Abandoning her old perception of herself, Rosa opened her eyes. The brunette remained as forceful as before, ready to jump and capture any cowards who ran away from their feelings.

Natalya felt like crying. It should have been a happy feeling, but it hurt so much she couldn't even laugh at herself. As such, regardless of how her friend reacted, the choice was obvious.

"Apologies… I misspoke." Her voice was two steps from breaking down.

"Bullshit. You can try to fool yourself, but you're not fooling me." Zima advanced, making the aristocrat stand up to put some distance between them. The brunette gave chase. "Give me an answer. What do you get?"

Desperately trying to fight back the tears, the whitehead ursus dropped all pretensions and turned around to literally exit the room and flee. But Zima was faster, grabbing her arms. The girls struggled. The vanguard's grip was so tough and the sniper pulled so hard that Rosa felt pain. Zima tried making her calm down, but the situation was getting so out of hand that she took a drastic measure and slammed Rosa against a wall.

Pinned, captured, cornered… there was no escape possible from heartbreak… so Rosa gave up resistance and tears slid down her elegant chin.

"I get it… because I like you… Not just as a friend… I know I shouldn't, after the things I did, but I cannot do anything about it. I love you, Sonya… but I was too late to realize… and you found someone else already…! There's no space for me by your side!"

Sniffling and gagging, the aristocrat still resisted her own sorrow. It was pathetic. She was pathetic. She should have stayed quiet about it to protect their current relationship, but her feelings betrayed her… and she was about to lose it all. Not just Sonya. After the rejection, she would be unable to face any of the others. Rosa felt like falling down in a pit of despair… and she wasn't slowing down at all.

It was so bad that a dark idea resurged in the back of her mind.

Zima grabbed the taller girl by the collar and pulled. "Look me in the eyes."

Rosa prepared herself to fight back against temptation and dared taking a peek. The forceful girl was serious… and seriously blushing.

"Who the hell do you think I am? I feel insulted. My love is not so little. If I put my heart into it, there will be space for as many girls as I can fit in it."

The delinquent took the honor student's hand and placed it on her chest boldly.

"Now, get in there, dumbass."

The crying girl was too shocked to react. Her hand felt weird. She was touching Sonya's boob through her sleeveless gym shirt. It shouldn't have been any different from when she played a prank of them by touching their chest… but Natalya felt so hot that she worried there was an actual fire in her room. The fire grew from her stomach and all the way to her cheeks. Since the aristocrat was not moving, the punk moved her hand for her. Rosa could feel that girl's greedy heart beating at full power.

"Take it back." Rosa warned.

"I never go back on my word."

Rosa reached her other hand and fondled the other tit. "Then you'll have to take responsibility for this. I hope that you are prepared."

"O-Of course I am. Come at me."

"Before that, I want to hear it."

"What?"

The noble pinpointed the student's weakpoints and squeezed them. Rosa hardly believed she just did that, but her voice and her body had a mind of their own. "You know what I want to listen. Prove it. Prove that you are capable of making enough space for me. Say the words."

"W-Wait… it hurts."

But since she was moaning from pleasure, Natalya only squeezed harder. When lust reached its breaking point, Rosa picked Zima up and pushed her down onto the bed. Before the overwhelmed squeezed victim could bark her defiance, her white shirt was pulled up and her shorts pulled down.

"Again with this? I'm not a bottom!"

Rosa moved her face closer to Zima's and pressured her, still holding onto her breasts like she held her siege weapon's handle in battle. "I already said it. I want to hear it from you now."

"You think I will submit to you? Think again!"

The top released her prey, a serious look taking over her. "Sonya… please… I need to hear it. I won't keep going if you don't convince me. Before your visit, I thought I was straight, but then you came in and shook the foundations of my entire world. You made me realize… how hard I can throb for you… I love you so much… that I will give up on you if I think you won't be able to make room for me. So… please… say the words."

The bottom sought to change her destiny and pushed the ursus to the side, switching positions. Then she closed in for a tea-flavored kiss. A taste Zima learnt to put up with if that meant she could spend some time with Rosa.

"How insecure can you possibly be? Am I that untrustworthy?" The brunette groaned, fighting against the embarrassment of indulging, yet again, in the sappy line she had been trying to avoid. "Fine. I'll say it! I love you. I will fuck you up if you ever think of trying to run away from me. I decided it. I'm making you mine. So you better get along with Anna, cause I'm going to love the shit out of you both."

"What about Rosalind?"

"What about Rosalind?"

The now relieved and tearing-up aristocrat made a smile. "I saw her having sex with Anna a while ago."

"She did what?! Tsk! Damn! I won't ever to shake Rosalind off of me, will I? Wherever I go, she goes to. Whatever I do, she tries as well. Whoever I love, she loves too?" Zima sighed and started yelling an exasperated voice. "Okay, okay! I just decided! I'm too amazing to have one or two girlfriends anyway, so I'm stuffing the entire USSG in my heart! Mark my words!"

"My, my… you sure are the greediest girl I have ever met… and it doesn't sound bad. Hey, Zima."

"What?"

"I think I like women too. You made me the happiest girl by accepting me… but do you think I could do like Rosalind and imitate you? Can I… allow myself to be greedy?"

The brunette opened her hands wide and took a hold of the whitehead's big assets. "Go nuts. I know I will…" Zima paused before letting loose her predatory instincts. "Natalya… Thanks for listening to me. I don't say this as often as I should… but I really appreciate all the help you've given to me throughout this last year. I promise I will make this work. For Anna. For Rosalind. For you. And for myself."

"What about Lada?"

"…I'm still counting the seconds until she comes back… but, for now, I will set my eyes on something else."

"You naughty. Hmmh!"

Zima had never touched breasts as big as Rosa's. They were so round and firm that her hands felt good just from latching onto them. The sensation of a handful was making her thump like crazy. Possessed by a furious spirit, the punk discarded her prey's clothes. That battle was between her hands and those huge boobs. Zima remembered Istina's advanced techniques and tried sucking on them.

The moans from the whitehead meant that it felt good, which was fortunate. Zima felt crazy good from eating her whole.

"My dear… you can move somewhere else…" Rosa mentioned, pulling her last piece of clothing a bit lower, her panties revealing their treasured prize.

The clumsy bottom in a top's skin nodded and reached with her hand. The top playing bottom made a squeal just from feeling her touch, frightening Zima and making her mad. Hugging her side, the sniper made a cute begging look, encouraging her new home to go on. It was endearing watching Zima trying to take the lead, but she wanted her to do whatever she pleased to her body. That way, when the tables turned, the shy punk would not be able to complain about became of her.

That day was full of discoveries. Leto and Istina were making love… Zima planned to hook up with everyone in her group… and Rosa discovered she was a hungry lesbian who shivered in anticipation of all that was to come… and to cum.

Sonya had most certainly not masturbated too much. She was careless and clumsy. After putting one finger in, she followed up with another. Rosa tried telling her to take it slower, but the attempt at complaining only made Zima try harder. So she moved her head next to the pussy she played with and started licking on it. The breaths alone were enough to send Rosa into a frenzy. The touch of her hesitant tongue was beyond anything she imagined. Her elders claimed that sex could only be achieved through the intervention of a male's member. Rosa laughed as she climaxed, surprising Zima with the dripping fluids.

"W-What is this stuff?" The brunette complained, unsure whether it was safe to drink.

A weird mood took over Rosa again, her bicolored eyes gaining a dangerous edge. "My, that's my own brand of tea. Now, help yourself to some more!"

Holding the surprised girl head with her hands, she forced Zima to keep working. Infuriated by her actions, and also a bit scared, the victim worked harder to push her lover deeper into pleasure. She had no time or space to think twice about it. She had to lick, lick and even slurp at that clit.

After the second wave of satisfaction tensed Rosa's body, Zima was practically nearing her own limit.

"I can't… take it this hard…" She panted, overwhelmed by her lacking skills. Why were all her friends so much wilder at sex than her? It wasn't fair, but pure little Sonya couldn't just keep up.

The crazed aristocrat took pity on her and tried relaxing a little. As rough as she liked sex, she was pressing her beloved too hard. Knowing Sonya, she preferred something milder and more romantic. Rosa slid down the bed and hugged her girlfriend, patting her back. Then, the ursus looked into each other and they ended up kissing. Zima loved kissing too much. She thirsted for her stupid saliva, she longed for her stupid tongue and itched for her stupid breaths. Zima enjoyed the kissing so much that she felt herself becoming stupider.

Carefully, prudently, Rosa reached her hand towards her nether regions. Control was crucial. The aristocrat fought to keep control of herself. Zima obviously liked it gentler, so she had to put a leash on herself and take it easy. The thought excited her. A leash. Just how many new things was Rosa going to awaken to during that day?

"…keep them coming." She whispered to herself, enjoying the heated pants of the rude girl who so rudely changed her destiny for the better.