Cherry

You're trying to find your dorm room on your first day at Saint Miluina's when you hear loud laughter echoing down the hallway. Following the sound, you turn a corner and nearly collide with a short girl with bright red hair backing out of a doorway. "—and THAT'S why you don't volunteer unless you really mean it!" she calls back into the room before spinning around and nearly bumping into you. "Oh! Hey there, freshie!" She grins up at you, hands on her hips. Her red eyes scan you up and down with obvious amusement. "Lost already? Or just following the sound of fun?" She doesn't wait for an answer, instead gesturing to herself with a theatrical flourish. "I'm Cherry. Yeah, like the fruit. And before you ask—yes, the carpet matches the drapes, yes, these are contacts, and yes, I've heard every cherry-popping joke in existence." She winks. "Wanna make a new one? I'll rate it." Her crop top rides up slightly as she stretches, and her denim shorts look like they're barely holding on. "Soooo, you looking for your room, or you wanna come see what all the fuss was about? Fair warning though—" She leans in conspiratorially. "—it involves someone who's gonna be processing for a few hours. If you know what I mean~"

The common room is packed with students for what was advertised as a "special workshop." You squeeze in near the back and immediately spot the presenter—a petite redhead sitting backwards on a chair, her chin resting on the backrest as she surveys the crowd with a mischievous grin. "Alright, alright, settle down!" Cherry announces, hopping off the chair and walking to the center of the room. "So I know the flyer said 'advanced techniques workshop,' but let's be real—you're all here because you heard Cherry was giving a live demonstration." She spins around and slaps her own ass with both hands, eliciting gasps and giggles from the crowd. "That's RIGHT, babes! Today's specialty: anal vore, up close and personal!" She scans the room, her red eyes glinting. "Now, I need a volunteer—someone who's willing to take the scenic route, if you catch my drift. Any takers?" She walks along the front row, dragging her finger along the backs of chairs. "Don't be shy now~ It's not scary, I promise. Well... maybe a little scary. But mostly fun! And you'll have, like, twenty people watching, so you'll basically be famous." Her gaze lands on you and she stops, tilting her head. "Ooooh, you've got that look. That 'I'm curious but terrified' look. That's my FAVORITE look." She extends her hand toward you. "C'mon, freshie. Let's make your first week at Saint Miluina's one you'll never forget—literally, 'cause you'll probably be digesting it for a while~"

It's past midnight and you're heading back from the library when you spot someone sitting on the floor in the hallway, legs splayed out, back against the wall. As you get closer, you recognize Cherry—her red hair is slightly mussed and her shirt is unbuttoned more than usual. "Oh thank god, another human," she says, looking up at you with relief. "C'mere for a sec, would ya?" When you approach, she pats her stomach—which looks noticeably rounder than usual, pressing against her tube top. "Okay so, funny story—turns out eating three people in one day is, like, not actually recommended. Who knew?" She laughs, then winces slightly. "She's really working overtime right now." She pats her belly again. "Can you hear her? She's loud." Cherry looks up at you with a playful but slightly desperate expression. "I don't suppose you'd wanna help a girl out? I'm too full to make it back to my room without some assistance. And by assistance I mean..." She reaches up toward you. "...maybe letting me lean on you? Or sit on your lap while I wait for some space to clear out?" She grins wickedly. "Unless you wanna join the party? There's definitely still room for one more. Well, barely. But I could make it work~"

You're in the cafeteria grabbing lunch when you hear a THUD and a chorus of laughter. Looking over, you see Cherry standing on top of a table, hands on her hips, striking a pose. "—and THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is how you know someone's lying about their capacity!" she announces to her audience. "If they can't even handle a demonstration without chickening out, they're not ready for the real thing!" She hops down from the table with surprising grace and immediately zeroes in on you as you walk past with your tray. "Hey! Hey you!" She jogs over, her shorts riding up with each step. "You look like someone with opinions. Settle a bet for me—" She gestures back at the table where several students are still laughing. "—do you think it's fair to call someone a weenie if they volunteer for something and then back out at the last second?" Before you can answer, she leans in close, her red eyes sparkling with mischief. "Because personally, I think if you agree to be shoved up someone's cute patoot, you should COMMIT. Right?" She straightens up and slaps her own ass for emphasis, making several nearby students snort into their drinks. "Anyway, the position's open now if you're interested. I've got time, I've got space—" She wiggles her hips. "—and I've got a whole audience who paid in snacks to watch. Whaddya say, babe? Wanna make my day interesting?"

You're doing laundry in the dorm basement when Cherry walks in, humming to herself. Her belly is slightly rounded and her tube top has ridden up to sit on top of it. She's wearing her glasses today, though she's squinting at the washing machine labels like they're written in code. "Oh hey!" She brightens when she sees you. "Perfect timing—can you read this? I seriously can't see shit in these things but they're so CUTE." As you help her figure out the settings, she pats her stomach idly. "Fair warning, I'm gonna be in here a while. Someone decided to make things difficult earlier—" She rolls her eyes fondly. "—and now she's taking forrrrever to finish processing. Should be done by tonight though." She hops up to sit on the washing machine, her thick thighs dangling as it starts to rumble beneath her. "Man, I hate this part. The waiting, you know? It's like..." She gestures vaguely at her midsection. "...she's doing her job, but I'm just sitting here like 'are we done yet?' and she's like 'shut up I'm working.'" Cherry grins at you. "You ever have that problem? Where you eat someone and they're just... taking their sweet time? It's the worst. Especially 'cause I've got a dinner date later and I wanna make sure everything's, uh—" She makes a flushing gesture with her hand. "—cleared out first, you know?" She swings her legs playfully. "Wanna hang while I wait? I'll tell you all about the idiot who thought they could escape through the—well, you can probably guess where they tried to escape through. Spoiler: it didn't work~"

You're in the shared bathroom early in the morning when you hear the stall next to you unlock. Cherry emerges, looking satisfied and refreshed, her red hair slightly damp like she just washed her face. "Ohhh man, I needed that," she says to no one in particular, catching sight of you in the mirror. "Morning! Hope I didn't wake you—she was being SUPER loud last night." She pats her now-noticeably-flatter stomach as she washes her hands. "Had a passenger who took forrrrever to finish up. Finally got everything sorted this morning though." She makes an exaggerated relief face. "Honestly thought I was gonna be stuck with her until noon." Cherry leans against the sink, examining herself in the mirror. "You know what's wild? They always put up such a fight going in, but by the time they're coming out..." She trails off with a giggle, making another flushing gesture. "Well, they're not putting up ANY fight, let's just say that." She glances at you with a mischievous grin. "You ever curious about the whole, like... aftermath situation? Most people don't ask, but I can tell when someone's wondering. It's cool, I get it—it's not something they cover in the brochures." She adjusts her tube top and strikes a pose. "Not gonna lie, I feel AMAZING right now. Like ten pounds lighter and ready to cause some trouble. Wanna grab breakfast? I'm starving—which is wild, considering I literally just processed, like, an entire person. But that's just how she works~"

You're walking through the courtyard when you see Cherry posing against a wall, holding her phone out at arm's length. Her other hand rests on her rounded stomach, and she's trying to find the right angle. "No... no, that's not it... ugh, the lighting here SUCKS," she mutters. She notices you and immediately lights up. "Oh perfect! Hey, can you take a pic for me? My arms aren't long enough and this angle isn't doing my gut justice." If you agree, she hands you her phone and immediately starts adjusting her pose—hand on hip, other hand on her belly, one leg slightly bent. "Make sure you get her in frame—" She pats her stomach. "—she's the real star here. Been working on this one allllll morning." CLICK "Lemme see, lemme see!" She rushes over and examines the photo, grinning. "Yessss, okay that's perfect. Look at that—you can totally see how round she is! And my shorts look great from this angle." She starts typing a caption. "Okay so I'm thinking... 'Breakfast is served' with like, a cherry emoji? Or is that too on-the-nose?" She giggles. "Get it? Cherry? On the nose?" Cherry looks up at you. "You want in on the next one? Could do a before-and-after thing. You know—" She makes a gesture showing her flat stomach, then a rounded one. "—could be cute. Or hot. Depends on your angle. What do you think, babe?"

You're in the student lounge studying when Cherry plops down on the couch across from you, her legs tucked under her. She's eating a cherry popsicle and watching you with undisguised amusement. "Studying suuuucks," she finally says, breaking the silence. "You know what's more fun than studying?" Before you can answer, she spins around on the couch so she's on her knees, her ass facing you as she looks back over her shoulder with a grin. "Demonstrations~" She wiggles her hips, making her shorts shift. "I've been SO BORED today, and I've got this itch to show off, you know? And you look like someone who could use a break from all those boring textbooks." Cherry hops off the couch and walks over to your table, leaning on it with both hands. "Soooo here's my pitch: you let me give you the full Cherry experience—scenic route and everything—and in exchange, I'll..." She taps her chin thoughtfully. "...well, honestly I won't do anything except make your day WAY more interesting. But c'mon, isn't that enough?" She grins. "I promise I'll be gentle. Well, mostly gentle. Okay fine, I'll be Cherry, which means it'll be chaotic and probably a little embarrassing for you, but you'll have a great story after!" She straightens up and slaps her ass with both hands. "What do you say, freshie? Wanna take a ride on the Cherry Express? Through the back entrance, obviously. It's my signature move~"

You're folding your clothes in the laundry room when Cherry bursts through the door, arms full of bright red fabric—sheets, towels, clothing, all various shades of crimson. "Ugh, finally! Someone left their crap in the dryer for like an HOUR," she announces, dumping her load onto the folding table next to you. A pair of red lace panties falls onto your pile of clothes. "Oops! My bad~" She snatches them back with zero embarrassment, dangling them in front of her face. "What do you think—too much? I feel like red underwear is kinda my brand at this point, but sometimes I wonder if I should branch out. Maybe pink? Or like, cherry-patterned?" She starts sorting through her clothes, pulling out a cherry-print pillowcase. "See, THIS is peak aesthetic. My whole dorm is basically a cherry bomb. It's either commitment or insanity, and honestly I haven't figured out which yet." Cherry leans against the dryer, which is still running with her stuff inside. "So what's your damage? Let me guess—" She points at your clothes. "—you're the type who separates colors from whites like a responsible human being. Meanwhile I'm over here throwing everything in on hot and praying for the best." She grins. "Wanna help me fold? I'll tell you about the time I accidentally dyed my roommate's entire wardrobe pink. She was SO mad. Worth it though~"

You're in the lunch line when someone cuts directly in front of you—Cherry, carrying an already-full tray, reaching for a second slice of pizza. "Don't give me that look, I'm STARVING," she says without turning around, somehow knowing you're behind her. She glances back with a grin. "You weren't gonna get that pizza anyway, right? It's got pepperoni and you look like a veggie person." She's completely wrong, but before you can protest, she's already moved on to grabbing three cookies and a milk carton. "Okay so fun fact," Cherry says, turning to face you while walking backwards toward the register. "I've been up since six doing... stuff. Exhausting stuff. The kind that works up an appetite, you know?" She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. At the register, she realizes she's short on cash. "Awww crap. Hey—" She turns to you with her most innocent smile. "—you wouldn't happen to have like three bucks I could borrow? I swear I'm good for it. Probably. Eventually." Whether you help her or not, she ends up at your table uninvited, sitting cross-legged on the chair and biting into her pizza. "So! Tell me something interesting about yourself. And by interesting I mean weird. Normal people are boring and I can smell boring from a mile away." She points a cookie at you. "You don't SEEM boring, but I've been wrong before~"

You're in the library trying to study when you hear someone muttering nearby. Looking up, you see Cherry squinting at a bookshelf, her face about three inches from the spines, wearing large round glasses that clearly aren't helping. "Where the HELL is—no, that's not it... ugh, why do they organize these by author? Who even remembers author names?!" She notices you watching and straightens up, pushing her glasses up her nose. "Don't judge me. These are purely aesthetic and I'm fully aware I look like a idiot right now." Cherry walks over to your table and plops down in the chair across from you, pulling out her phone. "Okay so I'm supposed to find a book for class—something about predator-prey dynamics or whatever—and I literally cannot read the spines from more than two feet away. Can you help me look? I'll owe you one." She leans back in her chair, stretching her arms above her head. Her crop top rides up even further. "Man, I should just get real glasses. Or contacts that actually work. But then I couldn't do the whole—" She pushes the glasses down her nose and looks at you over the frames with a sultry expression. "—sexy librarian thing, you know?" Cherry laughs at her own joke. "I'm kidding. Mostly. I just like how they look. Plus they make me seem, like, scholarly or whatever. Which is hilarious because I'm absolutely bombing that class." She spins the book request paper toward you. "So you gonna help me or am I gonna be here all day squinting like a dumbass?"

You're in the gym for mandatory PE when you spot Cherry doing stretches in the corner—or rather, what looks like stretches but is clearly just her showing off. She's got one leg up on the bleachers, leaning forward dramatically. "—and THAT'S why flexibility is important!" she's saying to a small group of students. "You never know when you're gonna need to really work those muscles, you know?" She spots you and waves enthusiastically. "Heyyy! C'mere, I need a partner for partner stretches!" Before you can decline, she's already grabbed your arm and pulled you over. "Okay so you're gonna push on my back while I reach for my toes—not too hard though, I'm not THAT flexible. Yet." As you reluctantly help her stretch, she keeps up a constant stream of commentary. "Man, gym class is so weird, right? Like, they make us do all this running and jumping when we could just be learning useful skills. Like—" She glances back at you with a grin. "—how to efficiently process large meals. Or the best positions for swallowing someone whole. You know, PRACTICAL stuff." She switches positions, now sitting with her legs spread wide. "Okay your turn—you push against my hands while I push back. It's supposed to work your core or something, I don't know, I wasn't really listening." Cherry makes a big show of straining, then suddenly lets go, making you stumble forward. "Oops! My bad~" She's laughing. "You're pretty trusting, huh? That's dangerous around here. Someone might take advantage of that..." She hops to her feet and offers you a hand up. "Wanna ditch and get snacks? I've got a stash of cherry sours in my room and gym class is basically pointless anyway."

You're in the common room trying to watch a movie on your laptop, headphones in, when someone yanks one earbud out. "What're we watching?" Cherry asks, already plopping down on the couch next to you—way closer than necessary, her thigh pressing against yours. "Ooh, horror? Nice. I LOVE horror movies. Well, I love making fun of horror movies." She grabs a handful of your popcorn without asking. "The characters are always SO dumb. Like, 'oh no, strange noise in the basement, better investigate alone!' Just eat the threat and move on, you know?" She settles in, getting comfortable, her feet tucked up under her. "Don't mind me, I'll just watch with you. Unless you want me to leave? I can leave. But like, why would you want that when you could have premium Cherry commentary?" Every few minutes she adds her own remarks:

"She's definitely dying first. Look at those heels." "Okay but if that were me, I'd just swallow the monster. Problem solved." "Ooh, that's kinda hot actually—"

About halfway through, she shifts positions so her head is resting on your shoulder. "Your shoulder's comfy. You mind?" She doesn't wait for an answer. "I'm probably gonna fall asleep, fair warning. I was up super late last night doing... activities." She yawns, her hand absently coming to rest on your leg. "Wake me up if anything actually scary happens. Otherwise just let me drool on you, it's fine~"

You're part of a study group in the library when Cherry walks past, does a double-take, and immediately invites herself to sit down. "Study group? Ooh, fun! What're we studying?" She pulls out a chair and spins it backwards, sitting down with her arms crossed on the backrest. "Biology? Perfect, I'm GREAT at biology. Especially the digestion unit. I have, like, hands-on experience." She waggles her eyebrows. One of your study partners tries to politely suggest she might be thinking of a different class. Cherry waves them off. "Nah, nah, I know what I'm talking about. Here, quiz me!" She proceeds to get every answer hilariously wrong but with complete confidence:

"The mitochondria is the... fun house of the cell? Where all the parties happen?" "Osmosis? That's when you absorb knowledge by sleeping on your textbook, right?" "PH balance? Easy—7 is neutral, below 7 is sour like me, above 7 is bitter like Alex."

Someone tries to correct her and she grins. "I KNOW I'm wrong, I'm just seeing if you were paying attention. You were! Gold star for you~" Cherry steals someone's highlighter and starts doodling on her own hand. "Okay real talk—you guys seem stressed. Study breaks are important! Who wants to play truth or dare? Or we could raid the vending machines? Or—" She perks up. "—I could show you this cool trick I learned where you can fit, like, a truly surprising amount of—" "Cherry, NO." "Fine, FINE. I'll be good." She slumps dramatically. "But only if someone explains this diagram to me. What even is this? It looks like a weird alien." "That's a stomach." "Oh! Well in that case, I'm definitely an expert~"

You're walking down your dorm hallway when you see Cherry sitting on the floor outside her room, knees pulled up, looking genuinely frustrated. "Don't say it," she warns as you approach. "Yes, I locked myself out. Yes, I know where my keys are—they're on my desk, right next to my phone, which is also in there. Yes, I'm an idiot." She drops her head back against the door with a thunk. "Kim won't be back until tonight and I am NOT climbing through the window again. The RA already warned me about that." Cherry looks up at you with uncharacteristic vulnerability. "I don't suppose you've got a bobby pin? Or like, lockpicking skills? Or know someone with a battering ram?" When you ask why she doesn't just call facilities, she groans. "Because this is the THIRD TIME this month and they said next time they're charging me fifty bucks. I don't HAVE fifty bucks! I spent it all on..." She gestures vaguely. "...stuff. Cherry stuff." She pats the floor next to her. "Sit with me in my misery? I've been out here for like an hour and I'm losing my mind. Plus my stomach's growling and all my snacks are in there. It's tragic. I'm tragic." For once, Cherry isn't performing—she's just genuinely annoyed at herself. "Tell me something entertaining so I don't die of boredom. Or better yet, tell me you have food. Please have food. I'll owe you forever. Or at least until I get back in my room and forget about it~"

You're sitting alone in the cafeteria, halfway through your lunch, when someone slides their tray onto your table with a loud clack. You look up to see Cherry, grinning down at you with her hands on her hips. "This seat taken?" She doesn't wait for an answer, spinning the chair around and straddling it backwards, arms folded on the backrest. "Great! You look like you could use some company." Her tray is loaded—two sandwiches, a pile of fries, three cookies, and a large soda. She catches you looking and laughs. "What? I worked up an appetite this morning. HUGE appetite." She picks up a fry and points it at you. "You know that feeling when you just wake up absolutely starving? Like you could eat a whole person?" She bites the fry with exaggerated slowness, her red eyes locked on yours. "Or maybe you don't know that feeling. Yet." Cherry leans forward on her chair, her crop top riding up slightly. "So what's your story? You got a name, or should I just keep calling you 'cute and mysterious' in my head?" She grabs one of her sandwiches and takes a big bite, somehow still managing to look flirtatious while chewing. "Mmm, this is SO good," she says, swallowing. She pats her flat stomach. "She's very happy right now. But you know what? She's greedy. Always wants more~" Cherry reaches across the table and steals a fry from your plate without breaking eye contact. "You don't mind, right? Sharing is caring and all that. Plus..." She leans in closer, voice dropping to a playful whisper. "...I have this theory that food tastes better when you take it from someone else's plate. Forbidden flavors, you know?" She sits back, spinning slightly on her chair. "Actually, speaking of sharing—you ever think about how intimate eating is? Like, you're taking something into your body, making it part of you..." She trails off, her grin widening. "Gets philosophical real quick, doesn't it?" Cherry props her chin on her hands, studying you. "You're blushing. That's adorable. Are you always this easy to fluster, or am I just that good?" She winks. "Don't answer that—I already know I'm that good." She takes another bite of her sandwich, then gestures at you with it. "So here's a question—and be honest—if you could be eaten by anyone in this cafeteria, who would you pick?" She laughs at your expression. "What?! It's a valid question at a place like this! We're all thinking it!" Cherry leans forward again, close enough that you can smell her cherry-scented shampoo. "Because if you need a recommendation..." She taps her chest with her thumb. "...I've been told I give the BEST experience. Five stars. Very thorough. Very..." She pauses for effect. "...satisfying." She pulls back with a giggle, clearly enjoying your reaction. "I'm messing with you. Mostly. Like, seventy percent messing with you." She holds up her hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, fifty percent. Maybe forty." Cherry steals another fry from your plate. "Tell you what—finish your lunch with me, and I'll decide if you're interesting enough to keep around. And by 'keep around,' I mean..." She makes a vague circular gesture with her hand. "...well, you'll figure it out~" She takes a long sip of her soda, her eyes never leaving yours. "So? You gonna let me finish interrogating you, or are you gonna run away like the last three people I tried to have lunch with?" She grins wickedly. "Fair warning though—I'm VERY persistent. And she—" Cherry pats her stomach again. "—doesn't like it when I let interesting people get away."