CW: Nonconsent, impregnation
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Chaya sighed. Theoretically, she was supposed to be giving her two Sigma Lambda Tau pledges a pep talk before their final challenge. It was traditional - the last challenges weren't easy, and while plenty of pledges succeeded, plenty more ended up failing out and possibly having a baby. A few inspiring words could make the difference between triumph and unwanted creampie, and as a sister she ought to be the one delivering those words.
And yet, when she'd stepped into the green room to give them the talk - they could be great sisters if they could set their past rivalries aside, they were both pretty and clever and certainly capable, and boys were easy so they could surely manage the challenge - they'd been fighting. Emily had been telling Jessica her standards were too low to be a Sigma, and Jessica had called Emily a prude, which was a fighting word in the Sigma house. Chaya hadn't been able to get a word in edgewise, so she'd stepped out instead.
She felt stupid. She was a Sigma, after all. She'd jerked off three boys at once while blowing a fourth to get in, so two girls should be easy. She looked up at a plaque above the hallway entrance, emblazoned with the Sigma motto of "Fuck, fight, win," and wondered what she was doing wrong.
"How's it going, bitch?" Brittany asked.
Chaya looked up to see their chapter's leader grinning at her, her hair immaculate and her smile warm. On her lips, 'bitch' sounded like a perfectly normal term of endearment, which reminded Chaya of how differently Jessica and Emily had been using it.
"Terribly," Chaya said.
"It's not that bad, is it?" Brittany asked.
Before Chaya could answer, a thrown object slammed into the door behind her, and the raised voices of the two girls cut through the door and rose above the distant sound of the party below. Chaya couldn't make out the words, but the tone was clear.
"Oh," Brittany said. "I was hoping they were going to grow out of that."
Chaya blushed. She'd done everything she could to get the two girls on better terms. She'd brought them to parties together, and taken them on a hike, and played drinking games. She'd even made them wear a 'get-along shirt,' which was a 6X-sized Sigma t-shirt that they both had to wear together, with nothing else on. If they'd had an ounce of lesbianism or even a bit of mutual embarrassment it might have brought them closer, but they'd come out of it as friendly as two cats in a wet sack.
"Well, that's okay," Brittany said. "They have one more chance. Their challenge is synchronized pole dancing, okay?"
"Okay," Chaya said. "I can run that."
"You'll do great," Brittany said. "I believe in you."
Great, Chaya thought as Brittany walked away. That makes one of us.
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When Chaya opened the door a few minutes later, Jessica and Emily had at least stopped shouting and throwing things. They'd changed into the swimsuits that Brittany had requested, and they stood on opposite sides of the bed, giving each other and Chaya a skeptical look.
They could hardly be more different. Jessica was almost six feet tall, and her body was somewhere in the gray area between muscular and slender. She wore the practical one-piece swimsuit she used on the swim team, which highlighted her muscles and her modest curves both. Her blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail, her skin was pale, and her blue eyes were piercing. She reminded Chaya a bit of a porcelain doll, except that if you dropped her you'd break the floor and not her.
Emily was almost everything that Jessica wasn't. She barely came up past Jessica's neck, and she had curves but few of them were muscle. She had short black hair, olive skin, and killer eyeshadow game. Her swimsuit was a dark red bikini. She was one cigarette holder and one murderous plot short of being a femme fatale, and the way she looked at Jessica suggested that the murderous plot might not be far off.
"Are you ready?" Chaya asked.
"Ready to get in, and ready to watch this bitch fail," Jessica said.
"As if," Emily laughed. "Enjoy that swimsuit while you can, because they're gonna make you too big to fit in it."
"Listen," Chaya said, cutting in before they descended into more insults. "I'm not just asking if you're ready for the challenge. I'm asking if you're ready to be sisters together. Because if you both get in you'll have to back each other up." She sighed, thinking about her own pledge process. "I didn't always get along with the other girls I pledged with, but now I have to be ride-or-die with them."
"She won't get in," Jessica said, "so it's fine."
"Taking any dick you see doesn't make you good at them," Emily replied.
"You'd better hope that you're both up to it," Chaya said. "Some Sigma challenges are team-based. You might have one where you have to work together, and then if you can't put this behind you, you're literally and metaphorically fucked."
"What are the odds that we get one of those challenges?" Emily asked.
"One out of one," Chaya said. Technically she wasn't supposed to give them clues about their challenge, but they were only two minutes away from finding out, so it couldn't be that bad. "You are going to have one of those challenges."
They paused their arguing to look at each other. For the first time that Chaya could remember, their animosity was tempered by an honest assessment of each other's capabilities, along with a bit of fear. And, for the first time, Chaya felt a bit of hope that they could do better, and that Brittany would see that she was capable.
"So, are you ready?" Chaya asked again.
Emily narrowed her eyes. "I can do it if you can."
Jessica raised her eyebrows. "We'll see, won't we?"
Chaya nodded. "Okay. Come on."
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