[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, rising from the grave with a new chapter in the unfolding saga of Emily "Deedee" D'Dvesti'Dvadtsat'Dva, as commissioned by Kaz! A lot of stuff happened, I been silent for a while, but I'm gettin' right back on the horse! Anyways, not too much to say about this particular chapter, I just hope you enjoy it! [redacted][/pre-story]
Chapter 2: Things Change
Emily squirmed, uncomfortable in her metal chair, her eyes downcast. She tried to keep her focus on the tray of food in front of her, and ignore the rest of the mess hall. She was dressed normally, a white tank top over a gray sports bra, with clinging camo running shorts that hugged her generous hips. And yet, somehow, she felt ...exposed. Naked. She could feel the eyes of the other soldiers on her. The looks of disgust, the furtive glances, the shameless stares, the hungry leers. She felt them all roaming her body as she squirmed in her seat, from her plump backside, squished against the steel seat, to her peach-sized breasts, firm and perky within her bra. Her cheeks burned as she tried to ignore it and focus on her food once more.
Even on the best days, the food was barely decent, and most agreed it was better if you didn’t look at it too close, something Emily was reminded of as she poked a shapeless gray-green lump that was supposed to be a vegetable with her fork. She shook her head, her ponytail swaying behind her, honey-brown with a thick black stripe running back from a palm-sized patch just above the middle of her forehead. Her pointed ears lay back against her head as she speared the vegetable lump and brought it to her lips, advertising her emotions in place of her tail, currently pinned between her plump backside and the back of the chair.
Even worse than the looks were the whispers. They’d haunted Emily since she’d visited Brennan, just far enough away to be inaudible to a human, cutting off whenever she looked in their direction. What few snippets she’d managed to catch certainly didn’t add up to a pleasant story. Apparently someone had overheard her and Brennan together, and rumors were spreading like wildfire. Some weren’t that bad, saying they were together in secret, or even that they had been for a while. Others claimed one of them was taking advantage of the other. Some called her some very unpleasant names. Some promised unpleasant repercussions for Brennan. Some speculated on her ‘availability’, including one comment about her being ‘broken in’ and ‘open for business’. Her cheeks burned even hotter, just thinking about it.
Honestly, Emily wasn’t really sure what the truth was. She certainly liked Brennan. Loved him, even. And he liked her. Or, he SAID he did. Did he really? She swallowed as the scene in the medic station flashed through her mind. He’d certainly seemed… eager… But were they a couple now? How would you know? She didn’t feel any different. He DID confess his feelings, though, and they kissed… Was that all it took? They hadn’t been friends since childhood, they hadn’t been on any dates, but they had gone on adventures together… Everything was all out of order. She’d heard all about love. It was on TV, in movies, on the radio, in books, and all over the internet… But until now, she’d never realized just how vague it all was. Her emotions were all mixed up. She kinda...kinda wanted to have sex with him again. But she didn’t NEED him like she was supposed to. She loved him, but was she in love? Was her love for him different than the love for everyone else?
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