Solitude where we are least alone

Part sixteen: The Goddess of Fertility

The whole scout corps was surrounding a stage, waiting for something to happen, as they had been instructed to attend an announcement later that day in the plaza of scout HQ.  Finally, Commander Hange Zöe appeared on the stage.  There was a loud thud from all scouts attending as they all pulled the scout salute at once, devoting their hearts to their commander.  "At ease." She said.  "So!  Coming up in a few days, we are going to have a big party.  Does anyone know why?" She asked, like a kindergarten teacher.  "Levi!" She called, pointing at the captain who was leaning against the wall in the corner of the stage, clearly not paying any attention.  "The 75th Anniversary of the Scout Regiment."  He said in an unexcited, bored voice.  "Does anyone know what we are doing for our party?" Hange asked. "Levi again!  What an active scout.  A real role model everybody!"  "Tch.  We will be hosting a buffet with lots of alcohol so you guys better be able to hold your drinks.  I'm not cleaning up your vomit."  "YES SIR!" The scouts yelled in unison, fearful of their Captains rage.  "Also, you will be required to bring a date, unless your name is Levi, because if so, you don't love anyone." Hange added.

The day before the party

Eren was incredibly conflicted.  Who would he go with?  All his friends had dates.  Mikasa didn't due to the fact that she would go with nobody but Eren.  Just then, a solution presented itself.  Actually, it was more like a solution presented herself.  Historia had left him a note, telling him she needed to talk to him in the kitchen later. He was heading to the kitchen now.

When he arrived, Historia was already there.  She was waiting behind the door and jumped out grabbing him.  She pushed him against the wall, one hand against his face, one resting on his crotch.

He pushed her off of him.  They had become quite good friends since Historia got rid of "Christa".  They were always making fun of one another and telling witty jokes.  Christa was always trying to joke around by fake seducing him. "What do you need?"  Eren asked in a friendly tone.

"Do you have anyone to go to the party with?"  Historia asked.

"No."

"Loser."

"Shut up!"

"Wanna go with me?"  Historia asked.

"I'm sorry but I'm not interested in you as anything but a friend."

"As a friend dummy."  Historia said.  As much as he tried to deny it, he found Historia veeeeerrrrrrrrryyyy cute.  He would describe their relationship as just a little bit more than friends.  He did find her quite pretty though.

The day of the party

Historia looked in the mirror.  And damn did she look good.  The type that I even your honest Christian, husband would have a hard time not fantasizing about.  She was wearing a tight fitting thong, the best push up bra she owned, a dress that revealed a ton of cleavage, and high heels.  Mikasa walked by and even she could not ignore her.  "Holy shit.  I didn't know you were packing those."  Mikasa said, motioning at her chest.  "How do you even balance in your ODM gear with those boobs?"

"I wear a sports bra."  Historia lied.

She left her room to meet Eren.

15 minutes later I'm lazy

Eren got to their meeting spot first.  He was wearing an old suit that he borrowed from Jean.  Finally, Historia appeared.  Eren felt horrible because the first thing he did was drop his gaze to her chest.  He looked away with a blush on his face.

"Pervert." Historia sang, poking his nose playfully.  "You look good pretty boy."

"Not so bad yourself." Eren said, accidentally checking her boobs out again.  "Anyway, let's go."  Eren followed Historia, struggling to avert his eyes from her lower half (her dress hugged her tightly, revealing all her curves).  Finally, they arrived at the party, and Sasha was already at the buffet, stuffing her face.  Hange greeted them.  "Hi Eren, you look spif- WHOLY SHIT!  HISTORIA, WHATS WITH THOSE TITS?"  Hange cried, unfiltered as ever.