Homework The Soldier and Her Queen chapter 9 by TinyLesbo

 

With time and practice, sessions with the princess were becoming far less clumsy. Of course though, there was only so much two novices could learn from practice alone. Alice was finding out exactly where the princess was ticklish, and exactly how much of the princess' dainty hand could fit inside of her. Something her dark haired employer personally wanted to measure.

 

Thankfully, no one noticed her walking like a brigand for half a day, but she was running out of tricks to teach, and despite her better judgement, she'd rather grown fond of this new job. She was making love, not war, and getting paid quite well to do it. So if any learning opportunities were on the horizon, she'd do quite well to snap those up. How one would go about learning the sapphic arts, she'd not yet figured out, but there were hundreds of other girls in her platoon, all conveniently without a male between them. There were absconders, sure, and pregnancy wasn't unheard of, or even uncommon. As pregnant women couldn't reliably fight a war though, it was a lot more sustainable and efficient to share a bed with another woman.

 

The only major issue was finding others that wanted to talk to her, as the bed she was sharing was the highest in the land, and that made her public enemy number one. Thankfully, she didn't have to report to drills as often any more, but as her sessions with the princess were considered an extracurricular on top of of her platoon assignments, she had to maintain the same fitness level as everyone else, run the same patrols when not servicing the princess, and sleep in the same barracks. None of which were pleasant when most of the squad hated you now.

 

"Well if it isn't the Princess' Pet..." An older girl spat at Alice on her way to the breakfast hall. "How's it feel, selling out for the cushiest job in the city?"

 

"I..." Alice faltered. Eyes were leering down on her from every angle, illuminating her insecurities. "I-I'm just doing what's asked of me, Tabitha."

 

"Oh? So you'd come back down here and slum it with the rest of us?" Tabitha snarled, seizing her by the scruff of her nightshirt. "What'll the princess do without her pussy pet? You'd starve without the royal cunt."

 

"That's not true at all...!" Alice squirmed. Instinct took over and she chopped a hand into the crook of Tabitha's arm, forcing her to coil inwards. She used the momentum and broke free of Tabitha's grapple. "I'd swap with any of you! I-I'm just doing what I'm told..."

 

"And what makes you think we'd swap with you, little Alice?" Tabitha sneered. "Money isn't everything, you dusty tw-"

 

"...I'd go down on that." A ginger girl in the back raised her hand, and Tabitha's grimace crumbled. "What? Easy money, fancy food, hot princess, running water? Fuck, I bet even her pussy tastes like-"

 

"Samantha!" Tabitha growled. "We're making a point here?!"

 

"...still would," Samantha smirked to no one, and Tabitha stirred the conversation back on topic. 

 

"Either way, Alice." She pushed Alice against the wall, the hand in her chest threatening to break ribs. "What would your precious princess do if her pet was missing?"

 

"W-well...!" Alice gasped for air, flailing a kick into Tabitha's gut and falling to the ground from the release of pressure. "S-she'd either find a new pet, or wonder where her current one was. And either way, she'd be down here looking. S-so I'd say I'm taking one for the team, wouldn't you?"

 

"Oh look, the royal slutbucket's all high and mighty." Tabitha laughed. "Watch your neck, Alice. Or I'll be sitting on it."

 

Massaging her lower belly, Tabitha stalked off into the bowels of the barracks, leaving Alice alone with the rest of her platoon. A palpable awkwardness washed over the crowds as she rubbed her sore chest. That was definitely going to bruise.

 

"U-um," A tiny dark-haired thing wobbled into sight. "Are you okay, Alice? That looked like it hurt."

 

"Nothing I can't handle," Alice grimaced. She couldn't breathe in deeply any more - Tabitha might've broken a rib there - but she'd won the battle, fending off someone a foot taller than her. "I'm probably gonna get jumped now, but that'll just prove my point."

 

Interest in their little scuffle dwindled, and Alice held herself as highly as a battered body would allow, shuffling into the changing rooms to get ready for the day's practice.

 

"Well I think you're doing a good thing, Alice." The small girl from earlier piped up. "E-ever since you've been um, seeing the Princess, we've had double the food and more rest hours!"

 

There was a general grunt of agreement following after her, and Alice could take a skelf of pride from that. Finally. Someone was appreciating what she does for this country. Even if that was sticking her tongue into various parts of the princess. It was all for a good cause.

 

"Well I... thanks, Titania." Alice smiled. "A-at least you appre-"

 

"Move it, pussy pet." One of the higher ups just shoved past, and Alice's happiness drifted away again. She had exactly one supporter in the barracks, it seemed.

 

But for every jeer, every taunt, every painful shove in the hallways, Alice found she didn't really care. With the princess' requests, she'd found that maybe she had a slightly greater purpose than dying in some pointless war. Mum could retire on this salary. Her sister could go back to being a normal kid, maybe even make something of herself. And it was all thanks to a princess who got a little lonely.

 

All she had to do was put up with the constant name calling, juggle two lives, and occasionally find time to breathe. Just don't fail the fitness tests. Don't fall behind on training. And don't forget to keep the princess happy. With luck, Alice would be in this job long enough to retire. She just needed some means of researching this new... hobby.

 

Night rolled around, and the stiff, lumpy bunkbeds of the barracks had her feeling like she was in a school of snoring fish. Definitely a far cry from the princess' silk and feather bedspreads. But she couldn't complain, could she? That was a luxury very few could experience. She didn't want to make even more of an enemy of herself.

 

But in her attempts to sleep amongst the fish, there were a few telltale grunts that kept her attention;

 

"Ngh. C'mon Tits, you know the drill."

 

"But I don't wanna do this, Celeste! It's all weird!"

 

"You should've thought of that before you failed your physical."

 

"But you sitting on my face won't help me pass it!"

 

"Oh no! Anyway... assume the position, Tits."

 

"Nnnghhh...!"

 

The bed across from Alice creaked, and she spied the distinct silhouette of one girl's legs wrapped around another's face. It was a little dark to make out features, but it wasn't the first time she'd heard of this happening. Seeing it in person was a completely different experience, she supposed, even if it was in the dark of night, with no detail available to her. 

 

The problem was, that was Titania buried between Celeste's thighs. One of the only people who actually seemed to like her here. 

 

"That's it Tits. Get right in there." Celeste grunted, and there was a muffled whine from Titania beneath her, but that only seemed to spur Celeste on more. As always with bullies, Alice sighed to herself. 

 

"...leave her alone." She muffled her voice under the bedsheet. Maybe if that disguised it enough, it wouldn't be completely obvious who'd said it. But even the dumbest of idiots had ears, and of course, things backfired immediately.

 

"...oh? Is the Princess' Pussy Pet jealous?" Celeste growled, and there was a squeak of pain as she clamped her thighs together. "Well us normal bitches have needs too, y'know. Tits here was just helping me with mine."

 

"S-she said she didn't want to," Alice rose to her feet, ready to pull Celeste off of her if she must. "And no means no!"

 

"You took your sweet time watching before you objected, didn't you?" Celeste squared up against her, and Titania took her half a moment's chance to scramble away.

 

"I-it was dark. I couldn't see what was happening." Alice mumbled. "Besides, I'm not the bad guy here! How would you feel if some creepy man made you do things to him?"

 

"That's the society we live in, little Alice." Celeste snarled. "The big take the small. And Titania here's the smallest of the lot, so everyone takes her. You wanna fight everyone?"

 

"I want you to leave her alone." Alice rose to her full meagre height. She barely even reached Celeste's shoulder, but what else could she do?

 

"Well unless you can make me?" Celeste laughed. "Then know your place, Pussy Pet. Remember, it's because of you that we've got more to eat." She stomped off with a dismissive hand wave.

 

An oppressive silence swallowed the barracks for a good few minutes as Alice digested those words. She really didn't want to have to fight the other girls in the barracks. Most of them were bigger, older and stronger than her, and worst of all, if the princess heard of unrest between them all, she might cancel Alice's secondment. Then she'd be back here, without the increased pay, but with all the hatred and loathing that came with it. 

 

That was when a tiny figure shuffled next to Alice.

 

"...I'm sorry Alice." Titania sobbed into her shoulder. "You tried to help but I think it just made things worse."

 

"I know, Tit...ania. I know." Alice pulled the girl into her embrace. "I couldn't just lay there and watch, y'know? Someone had to do something."

 

"...well you'd be the first." Titania sobbed into the darkness, and Alice found herself a new bed mate that night. The beds in the barracks were tiny, lumpy and uncomfortable, not to mention searing hot with another body in it, but Titania needed comforting, and it looked like Alice was the only one prepared to fight for that.

 

As the tiny tween snoozed in her arms, her mind was set; first thing tomorrow, she'd be the one asking favours for once.