An old story that I figured I should post already so that people actually have FLAW content to consume. Here's the third story in the FLAW project, which takes us to the Nation of Sweden. One that vigorously defended its neutrality against PACT and NATO, with a large standing army ready to defend itself against aggression.
This Food, Love and War story comes with a little cameo as it's protagonist. Sagga is a character belonging to  ChonkCatCentral who is the mother of his character Ulla.

This story also features the STRV 104. A 105mm equipped British Centurion tank, in Swedish service with various Swedish upgrades and comms fitted.



The treads of the huge tank clattered and squealed as it rode through the snowdrift, spewing the white power in rooster trails as it followed its troop leader down the wooded path.
It was a Centurion, designated the STRV 104. A British designed beast of a vehicle, its turret swathed in camouflage netting and hung with storage bins containing the effects of the crew inside. Through a trial lined with snow capped pines, it followed the two other tanks of its troop, three more beasts of the second troop following behind it with fresh rattles of roadwheels and roars of engines. Their dark green bodies blended with the trees about them, a scattering of snow across the sides and turret only aiding more in the disguise.
With a grunt, Korpral Sagga Nystörm opened the top hatch, exposing her canine head to the faint chill of the cold morning. The tan and black on her head contrasting against the white of her fur. She watched the two aerials wobble as the turret of her dark green beast was rotated so that it was aligned with the road they were churning into muddy slurry.
“This is Kilo-two” she keyed the microphone built into the bowl shaped CVC helm about her head. “How far are we to range?”
“Kilo Two, this is Kilo One” her troop commander reported after a brief pause. “30 kilometers and closing”
She sat back and watched birds flutter in the trees, the needles dewy with melt in the rising sun. The vibrations that her 52 ton battle tank made caused the green pines to shudder and rattle, letting loose storms of snowflakes and droplets of water onto the ground below. Momentarily she wondered if the little animals ever got used to the passage of their killing machines through the winding forest paths to the ranges. Or the units of dismounted soldiers who swept through to conduct mock section and platoon attacks under the cold boughs. Or did they, like the rest of the world on the brink of a possible final war, just try and keep going with their lives as best they could, ignoring it.

Her thoughts moved away from the woods about her and back to her main concern over the last few hours. Food.
A quick check by the wolf told her that the rest of her detachment of Swedish armor was still following on behind her, their barrels swaddled in tarp and netting. Satisfied she turned about her and dropped back into the turret, pulling the hatch closed behind her.
Within was decently lit, if a little musty from the three crammed inside. Their personal belongings were crammed into shelves, or hooked to hang against the sides. Photos, memos and drawings were plastered about, while the M/45 machinepistols were jammed alongside seats. Her gunner sat pressing his eye to the sights of their STRV’s 105mm gun, the loader standing on the opposite side of the huge breech, drumming his fingers upon the steel with a bored expression on his mustelid face.
“How’s it going?” She asked over the rattle of the engine, resting her hand on her commander’s sight while sitting back into the worn padding of her seat.
“Alright” Falk, her gunner nodded, leaning back from the sight.
“All good” Johansson agreed.
“We’re making good progress. Should reach the river road within ten kilometers and then it’s following that in a straight shot to the range.
Johansson nodded, the marten rubbing the racks of ammunition about the turret ring, fingering the casings of the ordnance that they’d soon be firing.
“The OC is happy so far but he doesn’t want us to get too lax. We’re supposed to be combat ready, remember”
“What’s the point of we’re not going to be contacted anyway” growled Falk. “It’s useless at this point”
“Everything needs to be trained and tested Falk” Sagga replied smartly. “If you don’t keep training we won’t be prepared to do our mission. We’ll lag behind and get too soft”
The two junior soldiers exchanged side looks, recalling their Korporal’s stringent attitude to the rules. Both also knew the added irony of Sagga using the word “soft”. The Korporal knew all about what being soft meant..
“Yes Korporal” Falk nodded, deciding not to add his thoughts on just exactly how long they would last if the Communists decided to violate Sweden’s neutrality and come rolling across the border, but he knew better. Everyone was tense these days. The intrusions by PACT or NATO into their airspace seemed constant, every day seemed heavy with the likelihood for some spark setting things off. Only the last week, they’d listened in on their radio as fighters had been scrambled over some sort of US spy aircraft, likely coming back from a trip across the Soviets. It had provided some much needed entertainment for their exercise.
Sagga however soon returned to a familiar topic, “Anyone got some food?”
Johansson couldn’t help but chuckle. “Didn’t you eat five minutes ago?”
“That was just a little snack” Sagga replied. “I’m feeling it again”
“Careful now” Falk couldn’t help but comment. “Those overalls getting a little tight for you, Korporal, eh?”
The two laughed, joined in by the driver, Isaksson who’d been listening in from the front as he kept the beast steady down the forest path.
“Hey!” Sagga snapped. The wolf’s face flushed defensively as she quickly rose to the bait. Unconsciously, her pale hand went to her waist, feeling the squish through the green of her overalls. “I’m not fat! If that’s what you’re suggesting Falk!”
“No, not at all” The rat grinned. “Just a little, thick eh? A bit tight about the front?”
“That’s not true and you know it” she insisted as her two subordinates sniggered at her misfortune.

While Sagga wasn’t the typical fat person, she wasn’t exactly rake thin. The others knew of the pooching little pot belly that rolled over her the elastic of her thermal underwear. How it hung down or when clothed in a shirt, protruded outwards as a visible sign of corpulent excess before wrapping around to a little bicycle tire of side chub that straddled her hips. It didn’t push out far of course. But it was not a pair of washboard abs by any stretch of the imagination.
The rest of her body was similarly thick in little ways. The extra bounce to her buttocks when she ran the assault course or performed reps in the PT sessions, the way they filled out the thick thermal pants they all wore. An unmistakable thickness to her thighs, giving her a curvy shapely figure that complimented the aforementioned backside to leave her slightly bottom heavy. Heaviness to her breasts, causing her bra to be a size or two larger than she would have liked. And of course the tiny little signs that had started to make manifest upon her wolffish features. A slight jiggle to the chin, a puffiness to the cheeks. Fullness to her canine lips.
All this was mostly hidden beneath the fabric of her overalls, though her thick thighs were visibly spreading across the Commander’s seat that she occupied. But she knew it was there. She could feel the little digs and pulls around her joints as the unfold cut in. She could feel the flab of her little pot belly rubbing against her upper groin. And it made it sting all the much more
“That’s blatantly false and unbecoming of how you should be behaving” she said sharply, trying to recover her hurt pride. “I could report you for ill discipline if you keep this sort of of thing up”
Falk shared a glance with Johansson, a wry smile gracing their lips as they knew they’d stung at their tank commander.

“Yeah, sorry Korporal” he said, recanting his jab. “I didn’t mean it and all that”
Sagga glared sullenly before moving to look once again through the scopes of her position. Ahead, the green mass of another STRV rumbled along, pine needles raining onto its armored plating as it disturbed the world about it. With her other hand she felt the squishiness of her stomach through the fabric of her fatigues. So what she had a little tummy? That she was a bit soft on her bottom half? She still passed all the fitness regulations didn’t she? She was still in good enough physical condition to stay on. They were just full of shit, all of them.
“Korporal” the voice suddenly broke her out of her inward reflection. “You still want food, right?”
She looked away from the scope to see Johansson pulling something from his fatigues. “I found a chocolate bar. You can have it”

For a second she thought it may be some joke on their part, but the prospect of another morsel was too much. She took the treat off him with a curt thanks and tore open the wrapping. Dark brown goodness awaited her, and with the first bite and the crunch of her fangs cutting into the treat, she grinned eagerly.
The wolf stuffed the chocolate into her mouth and began to greedily chew, looking out of her viewports at the Swedish forest about them as she masticated.
“Not much longer now” she thought as she savored the milk chocolate’s sweet taste, before she spoke out loud. “Just a bit further down the road. And we’ll be right in time”

She let herself be lost in thought as she ate the confectionary, dutifully focusing ahead with the task that had been set by their officers. A chance to impress with their well practiced gunnery routines. Rolling up to the firing line to blast off their shells at the distant rusting hulks of older tanks- checking the drop, honing their sights and walking them onto target. To ensure the troops got their firing practice in and it all went smoothly. It was fun. The kind of thing they all wanted to do in the armored corps. Blasting big guns at distant targets before turning back to resume the standard monotony of tinkering and maintaining their vehicles back at the dispersal.


As Sagga eagerly ate up the chocolate bar, her loader and gunner exchanged smug smiles and understanding. She wasn’t a bad one really, they knew, But some things they couldn’t resist….