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Panacea had seen a lot in her time in Aionios serving as her Uncle Shulk’s second. Not that she called him ‘Uncle’, they went with Teacher for a reason: uncle just served as a reminder that her mother and father weren’t with her—hadn’t been with her for so long.
She had seen a lot, and a lot had seen her.
Fifteen years ago, a rather delightful bath she was taking with Linka had been interrupted by the arrival of Z, Lord of Moebius.
Being interrupted by such an evil force when bathing was bad at the best of times.
It was a lot worse when it was in the midst of some wonderful breast play.
The next time she had seen him, Shulk had lost an arm, Rex had lost an eye, and yet more malevolent purple energy was pouring from widened cracks on Z’s face.
Yeah, it wasn’t her being caught with another woman, but it was still bad.
Teacher’s friend Alvis had appeared and took control of Origin, for the express purpose of sweeping the past away and leaving it only to what he considered the future.
That might have wounded Shulk more than the dismemberment.
Now?
Now she was in a tent with Glimmer, one of Rex’s children in the cycle.
Glimmer was ‘exploring’ with her fingers gingerly probing between her labia. Her long legs were spread wide apart and Panacea was sitting right between them.
It had all come about when the ex-Soldier had gotten so scared about ‘leaking’ after time spent near A. She roused Panacea from her bed in a panicked fluster.
That was… understandable. There was something rather androgynously, ambiguously attractive about A, but…
If Alpha, wearing Alvis’ face, turned up to interrupt this?
Panacea would swear to celibacy forever.
The daughter of Sharla and Reyn—neither medic or teacher and more enforcer for the Liberators—had foolishly offered to rather clinically show Glimmer how she could touch herself. How she could take care of the things that made Glimmer… well, wetter than any woman she’d ever been with.
Glimmer was almost gushing just as she explored, and had soaked through the thin, skin-tight pair of white underwear that she wore tied at the hips under her outfit. Underwear that was now sitting in a scrunched bundle on Panacea’s low table.
This meant that Panacea had to be between the woman’s legs, not touching but definitely looking as she tried to work out just how you taught someone to masturbate themselves.
No one had ever needed to teach her!
She hadn’t had all those feelings shut out by a Flame Clock, however…
“You aren’t giving much instruction!” Glimmer whined, trembling with new needs as two fingers just dipped into her.
“Usually most people learn on their own,” Panacea sighed, “you-”
Sighing in her current position was either a wonderful idea or a terrible one. Glimmer had gone wide eyed, thrusting herself unthinkingly by the hips towards that blast of hot air. Then she realised and went red. “Uuuh… that was-”
“Stimulation. You use what stimulation you can get to make you feel good, then concentrate on doing those things until you feel really good, and then…”
“And t-then…?”
“… Well, I usually feel like a sandwich after a good climax,” she shrugged. “Depends what I’m doing. Fingers are one thing, then there’s toys and-”
“I’m not a first termer!” Glimmer huffed, “I don’t need toys to amuse me and-”
Deciding showing was easier than telling, Panacea procured the bullet-shaped vibrator she had picked up from the white-haired woman who had turned up in camp. Powered by ether batteries, she’d just given it a full charge. “This is what I mean.”
Panacea was not one to make many mistakes; they were the sort of thing that got someone killed.
This mistake though? It was formed of three parts.
Part one: She turned the vibrator on with a thumb clicking against its base, the vibrating buzz drawing Glimmer’s attention.
Part the second: Deciding that sharing was caring, she decided to pass it over with a little toss of her hand.
Final part: Glimmer had one hand on the ground supporting herself, and the other was two fingertips deep between her labia.
It was a one in a million shot but her mother had made a good few in her time, so that skill was likely inheritable.
The vibrating bullet tumbled through the air in a perfect arc to connect, tip to tip. Vibrating motor bumped against a sensitive, erect, and attention-starved clitoris and the result was… explosive.
Glimmer’s hips arched up sharply.
Her fingers dove into herself.
The vibrator tumbled down and got caught between palm and pussy.
When Glimmer came, she came. Panacea was perfectly placed to catch that spray in her face, her hair, her open mouth, the thin top she slept in and the cleavage it exposed.
She’d given Linka as well as herself some fantastic orgasms in their time together the past decade and a bit, but this?
“Aaah! Oh… snuff and sparks! I’m… such an idiot! Sorry, I’m so sorry!” Glimmer had gone a peculiar mix of shamed white and embarrassed red as she stared down at what she’d just done. “I’m not a first termer, I don’t… wet the bed or anything like that and- wh… whuh…”
Panacea smiled. Glimmer was staring at her as she sat up and pulled her top off, revealing the bounce of her pert beasts as she tossed it to the side. “You said you wanted my help, right? To learn about this?”
“Y-yeah…”
“Want to do it?” she asked, bold and incredibly turned on. “Have sex, I mean. Fuck? I can make it feel a lot better than that. Make you feel a lot better.”
“I…” Glimmer’s eyes were wide as Linka’s antique saucers, breathing coming hard as she saw Panacea pull down the little pair of shorts she wore.
She took great pride in seeing the reaction her body got from the ex-Soldier, standing a little differently to pose and let her drink the differences between them in. Skin colour, pubic hair, labia, nipples… all the little differences that those just-freed from the Clocks had never considered.
“Because if you don’t I’m going to need that back to see to myself,” Panacea nodded to where her bullet was buzzing and wiggling around on her sleeping bag.
“I… o-okay. Please, Panacea… teach me?” Glimmer asked, folding her arms over her chest as she looked away in embarrassment, though many glances kept getting sent her way.
Panacea felt a thrill run through her at the prospect and relied on her skills as an enforcer to give the order.
“Get your clothes off.”
Rex always tried to start the day the same way; a mug of coffee, a good cooked breakfast, and sprawling out watching the sun rise in the odd world he’d found himself in after Origin went a little SNAFU, as Newt would have described it.
The coffee was alright stuff, but it wasn’t the good stuff.
The Pyra stuff.
Every morning that they’d shared a home, tent, or inn, Pyra would make him a cup of joy, verve and enthusiasm that gave him the nudge he needed to make the most of every day with his wives and family.
He had a spoon he used to stir his coffee—the one he’d once fed baby Glimmer smushed dance apple with when they had first found their mysterious fourth child in Origin, during a daring raid right at the start of their time in Aionios. Her first set of terms had come to an abrupt end, and it was one of the few reminders of that Glimmer he knew he could bear to carry on a daily basis.
He used it to toss three spoonfuls of coffee on the ground.
One for Pyra.
One for Nia.
One for Mythra.
He couldn’t share breakfast with the Aegises, and breakfasts with Nia were sadly few and far between in Aionios, but it was a simple ceremony—one that made the coffee taste just a little more like home.
Breakfast that day was hot porridge with chopped nuts, dried fruits, a generous drizzle of honey and some end snubs of grebel bacon he’d fried up to render the last of the fat out of for later use.
He’d prepared another bowl too, and a cup of hot tea, for-
“Morning, Boss,” Linka smiled, grabbing a seat by him. The daughter of Zeke and Pandoria, another mystery of Aionios, had been with him for a good few hundred years now, growing up into a thoughtful and skilled young woman that he was so proud of.
“’ey, kiddo, sleep well?” Rex grinned, passing over the bowl.
“It got a little… noisy last night, but mostly, yeah.”
“Oh aye, gearin’ up for battles’ll do that to a person. Bit of fun before yer fight!” he laughed, stroking at his beard. “Might set a little time aside fer that myself…” Rex mused, glancing over at where Shulk was sharing breakfast with Nikol, and Riku.
Linka leaned over, resting her head against his shoulder. “I’m glad, Boss.”
“Hmm? Glad about what, Linka?”
“You get so grouchy usually when she’s away.” Linka smiled, offering him a spoonful of her porridge. “It’s nice, you and Shulk being friends.”
“Oh aye? Just like you and Panacea, then?” he chuckled, bringing a hand up to pat the top of her head. “You ever gonna make it official and-”
“No,” Linka shook her head. “It isn’t like that. We’re friends, it’s stress relief, and besides-” Linka’s eyes suddenly went wide as she looked over towards a tent. “Boss, stay looking at me, okay?”
“Linka, yer know saying that’s just gonna make me look,” Rex grumbled, glancing over at Glimmer leaving Panacea’s tent, her hair a mess and her outfit the same one she wore the day before.
Then Panacea’s head emerged, looking left and right before Shulk’s student glanced right over at the pair watching her. Even at a distance they saw her go bright red, her head darting back into the tent.
“’ey, Glim?” Rex suddenly called, a grin on his face and a big wave with his free hand.
“Aaah! Wha… what?!”
“Need someone to brush yer hair, kiddo?” Rex gestured, resulting in his daughter reaching up to find out just what a mess she was in.
“S-spark off!” Glimmer squeaked, hurrying off back to her tent.
Rex laughed, taking a long slurp of coffee after he finished chuckling.
“Boss, you aren’t mad?” Linka asked in disbelief.
“Mad?” he blinked. “Why for? Glim went an’ got some with someone who ain’t scum or trash, what’s t’be mad about? More worried ‘bout you to be honest, given you and Panacea being friends and all…”
“As I said, it isn’t like that between us,” Linka said with a shake of her head. “As long as I don’t find out the details, I don’t care.”
“Hah! With yer there, kiddo!”
Linka joined Panacea in the lunch line, a cheery smile on her face.
“I don’t want to hear it,” the enforcer grumbled, moving along.
“Same! We’ve never kissed and told before, so don’t start now. Just… Boss isn’t mad at you.”
Panacea blinked. “… what?”
“Was everything okay?”
“I thought you didn’t want to hear it?”
“Details, yeah, but…” Linka trailed off, watching Panacea take three substantially stuffed sandwiches.
“It was,” she smiled.
Linka patted her friend on the shoulder. “In which case, Boss definitely isn’t mad at you!”
Panacea shook her head. “I’ll never get you Alrestians… anyway, I need this requisition order, please?”
Taking the offered piece of paper, Linka browsed through the list of items. Extra towels, some waterproof coverings, goggles?
“Do I want to know?”
“Probably not,” Panacea suddenly smirked, “it’s for wetwork.”