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The Celestial Roulette by The Dark Wolf Shiro

Books » Worm Rated: M, English, Humor & Fantasy, Panacea, Words: 122k+, Favs: 3k+, Follows: 3k+, Published: May 23, 2024 Updated: Oct 11, 2024

1,732Chapter 7: Charity

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original characters and works; all other characters and worlds belong to their respective owners. I'm just playing with them.

Betad by Marethyu, Beans, Priapus, Mike God of Lore, Old man of the mountain

The Celestial Roulette

Chapter 07: Charity

One day, my refusal to back down from anything is going to bite me in the ass. Even if Amy has a point about us needing to get used to how strong and fast we have suddenly become, wrestling your mostly naked sister while also just wearing a pair of boxers isn't exactly a good idea.

And yet, here I am.

Amy swings a clumsy punch my way, far faster and more powerful than she could ever throw before, but her lack of combat experience is clear as I sidestep it. I'm well aware that both Power Overwhelming and the power of the Heart-Shaped Herb have made me very strong, much stronger than Amy is now.

I don't want to hurt my sister, even if we have ways to heal each other. If I actually punched her, I could do some serious damage, and I'm well aware of that as I grab her arm and throw her over my shoulder.

Or try to, at least, because guess what? Yeah, I don't know how to fight either. This is two people with far too much strength and no idea how to use it, and my attempt just gets me kicked in the stomach making me gasp.

Trying again, I grab her leg before she can pull it back, her eyes widening as I use my grip to flip her off her feet, landing on her back with a grunt. I try not to watch the way her breasts bounce, her bra working overtime to support them through all our sparring.

Moving on top of her, I grab her arms and pin them above her head and smirk down at her as she struggles to break my steel-like grip. This has taught me that strength alone isn't enough; I need to actually learn how to use it because if Amy can hold her own against me, then anyone who can actually fight will kick my ass, even with my increased strength. Still, a large part of my issue here is that I don't want to hurt her, against anyone I cared less about I could do some serious damage in a very short amount of time.

Amy struggles beneath me, but with her hands bound and me essentially sitting on her, she fails to dislodge me, only managing to wiggle beneath me as she tries to break free.

"Fine, you win this round. You gonna get off me?" Amy asks, raising an eyebrow as she looks at our compromising position. "You're freakishly strong."

"I know, it's genuinely scary," I say, getting off her as she rises and brushes herself off. "We have no idea what we're doing, do we?"

"Not in the slightest, but it's good to know this Herb stuff does wonders," Amy admits, bouncing in place with an excited grin. "Is this what Vicky always feels like?"

"Probably a little, mixed with more narcissism," I joke, making Amy snort. We both love Vicky, but I'm not blind to her flaws. I'm not blind to what Amy's movement is doing to her body either, for that matter.

Before I can speak, she rushes forward again. If I didn't have enhanced reflexes, she'd have caught me off guard, closing the distance in an instant as she goes for a new tactic and just tries to shoulder tackle me.

Somehow, I'm not surprised that Amy is as bullheaded in a fight as Vicky is. I try to sidestep, but I'm not the only one with enhanced reflexes here and she changes plans at the last second, throwing a sloppy haymaker.

Not that sloppy, as it clocks me right on the chin, sending me back with a grunt. Should I be offended that Amy seems far less worried about hurting me than I am about harming her?

A day ago, that blow would have sent me straight into the arms of Morpheus, but now it just rattles me, leaving me a little dazed as she continues her assault. A second blow catches me in the stomach, knocking the wind from my lungs, but I'm not that dazed as she gets greedy and goes for another.

Grabbing her arm again, I grin. This time, I spin her around and pull her against me, using my greater strength and larger size to grapple her in a tight bear hug. She struggles wildly, but with her arms pinned against her side, she can only kick, and I manage to keep a hold of her.

That doesn't mean this doesn't have some issues; her writhing and struggling is making her panty-clad ass almost grind against my crotch. The underside of her breasts is touching my arm, and despite my best efforts, I can't stop my body from reacting to a very curvy backside rubbing against my manhood.

Amy freezes in place, no doubt feeling a certain something pressing against her booty, and I hear the faintest gasp as we both go still. I loosen my grip, an apology on my lips. Still, the moment I release her, Amy proves that she's as stubborn and bullheaded as me and Vicky, grabbing my arm and successfully throwing me over her shoulder as I slam against the ground.

Kinda a dick move.

Amy moves quickly, pressing her advantage as she mounts me, repeating what I did to her as she grabs my hands and tries to hold them down. My attention is elsewhere, looking down at where she is sitting on the tent in my pants. Two thin layers of cotton separate us, and I swear I see a little dampness against the white cotton of her plain panties. To make things worse, at some point in our struggles, her bra was unseated, her left breast bouncing free. The large breast hangs freely, her small pink nipple clearly hard in the cold air of my pocket dimension.

Looking down at me, Amy pants slightly and takes a gulp of air. Her chest heaves from the exertion, eyes hooded as she stares down at me.

"My win," Amy says, almost whispering.

"I could break free," I reply, well aware that her grip isn't exactly secure.

"Then why haven't you?" Amy asks, making me go quiet. Her hips move ever so slightly, grinding along my covered length, sending a shiver of pleasure through us both. This is very wrong, but my response dies in my mouth as she releases my hands. Her hands move to my chest, pushing me down slightly as she feels my muscular chest, and without thinking, I move my hands.

She doesn't say anything as they come to rest on her hips, eyes widening with both surprise and lust. Her skin is so very soft, and despite telling myself to stop, my hands move lower and wrap around her, cupping her ass gently. Amy has every opportunity to stop this, but she just blushes as I lightly squeeze her ass.

She leans down, going to kiss me, before I shake my head and move my hands away as if burnt, making her eyes widen.

"We should stop," I say quickly, heart pounding. Amy is beautiful, but she's my little sister. This has already gone way too far. "I think the Herb might have had some side effects."

"It didn't," Amy says quietly, making me pause. "There wasn't an aphrodisiac effect; this is just us."

She shuts down my excuse with a small voice, shame clear in her tone and on her face. It makes me feel immensely guilty.

"You're my sister," I point out, making her smile sadly.

"Adopted, but I know. This is wrong," Amy says, still not moving off me. "But this isn't new. I've fantasised about this before, even dreamt of it."

I go silent at her admittance. I know Amy enough to know she's extremely ashamed of herself, but I'm just as guilty of instigating this.

– Amy Dallon (Panacea) –

It felt good to admit it. One of her secret crushes, her taboo fantasies, was out in the open. Felix went silent, but of course he did. A moment of heated, impulsive passion was different to years of lusting for your siblings.

He'd already worked out that her desire to spar was just her indulging in her sick desires. After speaking with Bastet and finally doing something other than healing, it felt like everything she'd tried to suppress just wasn't staying down anymore.

Even now, her hands were still groping his chest. She was still sitting on his erection, feeling the hardness beneath her.

She went to rise, but Felix acted first as he reached up and grabbed her hips again, pulling her back down as she gasped.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of," Felix said, his tone deadly serious as he sat up with her still in his lap. He stroked her hair, making her blush deeply. "You've felt like this for years, haven't you?"

She nodded, looking away, but he caught her chin and made her look back at him.

"I'm sorry I never noticed," Felix said quietly, his face leaning in. Her eyes widened, but she tilted her chin to give him easier access. Her heart was pounding, guilt and hope in equal measure as he captured her lips in a soft, gentle kiss. His hands returned to her backside, long, slender fingers squeezing her butt as she took that as an invitation to continue her own groping. She could still feel his erection straining his boxers beneath her, wondering whether they were going to go all the way as she indulged in her first kiss.

He broke it far too quickly (though admittedly because they both needed to stop for breath), staring at her with a kind look.

Her hands moved lower, ready to remove the last vestiges of modesty they had, but he stopped her.

"I think we should slow down, Amy. I'm tempted; believe me, I am, but this isn't something we should rush into in the heat of the moment," Felix reminded her, brushing some of her hair back behind her ear as she smiled back despite her body demanding satisfaction.

"Slow down, but not stop?" Amy asked, making him laugh awkwardly.

"I think we both have a lot of thinking to do," Felix said, but her mind was made up. She was done holding back. Bastet had called her a ticking time bomb and told her that if she didn't act on her desires, they'd overwhelm her, and she was right. This felt so good; it felt so right.

She didn't care if this was wrong, if Carol would disapprove. She wanted this, and she was sure that Felix did as well. He didn't judge her, wasn't disgusted at her lusting for him, and she could feel his appreciation of her body beneath her.

So, she smirked at him as she moved out of his lap.

"You can take your time to think, but my mind is made up," Amy said, feeling so very free as he rose himself. She dashed in, giving him one last kiss. "But you're right. I've waited this long; I can wait a little more."

Felix smiled at her, embracing her in a soft hug (which she immediately used to give his ass a squeeze, turnabout is fair play).

"I think we should call it a night, Amy," Felix said, a smile on his stupidly handsome face.

As they returned home and parted ways, she got a naughty idea. Something she'd never have done this morning.

– Felix Dallon (Sugar Rush) –

100cp gained, 100cp total

Feat Achieved: Seduce Panacea (100cp gained, 200cp total)

…the fuck do you mean seducing Amy is worth a hundred points? What type of power is this? Also, I barely did anything; she did most of the work.

My Sugar Rush phone vibrates, and I know Vicky isn't going to be awake this early. Opening the message, I stare in shock at the image of Amy smirking at the camera, bra removed entirely as she makes no effort to cover her magnificent breasts.

'Shame you had to be smart because I think we're both going to need a cold shower and some me time. Maybe this can help you take care of yours lol'

I think I started something dangerous with Amy, but I can't deny that it is exciting.

…I have both my sister's nudes on my phone. Today has been weird. Now I just need Mom's to finish the set. Yeah, like that would ever happen.

'I've got an idea btw. Want me to help with your little game against Vicky? She won't be so sure if her jokes about us dating become more real'

Huh, now there's an idea. Of course, she also attached a picture of her ass, panties removed, so my mind isn't exactly focused on Vicky right now. We are playing a dangerous game, but I can't deny that it's an intoxicating one.

'So, are you a tits or an ass guy? You couldn't take your eyes off my boobs, but then you couldn't take your hands off my ass, so I couldn't tell'

And there's more pictures of Amy posing in front of her mirror, showing off the aforementioned features. Her shyness has seemingly evaporated into thin air, a confident smile on her face as she poses for the camera.

'Honestly, I'm not sure. Want to help me find out?'

Never back down, no matter how stupid it is. It got me into this mess, and I doubt it's going to get me out of it but fuck it. I send her my own photo, showing her exactly how much I've enjoyed her pictures.

'If you hadn't decided to do the smart thing, you could find out right now, and I wouldn't be taking care of myself. Sleep well, and try not to dream of me too hard lol'

The final attached picture shows her legs spread wide, one hand stroking her soaked pussy as she gives the mirror a hungry look. She's not wrong, but I don't regret slowing things down. If we do this, and I suspect we will, I don't want her to regret a single thing.

…also, I'd rather not lose my V-card while a Carnifex was watching. I've ordered it to guard my Herbs for now; I don't trust that some weird powers won't be able to get into my secret hideaway. If they do, they'll face a suicidal bat and a biological death machine.

…what happens if the Carnifex eats a Heart-Shaped Herb?

Let's not think about that; the fucker is scary enough already.

[Golden Helmet of Phar-Noor] - 800cp

An Egyptian headdress that greatly increases all magical and mental powers of the wearer. It particularly increases the ability to dominate the minds of others to the point where it cannot be dispelled or broken until the caster stops wearing the helmet.

A master helmet? Yeah, I'll pass.

[Ebony & Ivory] - 100cp (100cp remaining)

Ebony & Ivory are Dante's trademark pistols. The weapons never need to be reloaded. The ones you buy here, however, are even more unique, as you can make them go from Semi-automatic to fully automatic, with no extra recoil or any other drawback.

A flash of some white-haired dude in a long red coat flashes through my mind, making me blink, a single thought passing through my mind.

Jackpot.

What am I going to do with a pair of infinite ammo pistols? I don't know, but if Miss Militia gets to use guns, then so do I.

Ah yes, I'm the Cake Cape (ignore my walking bioweapon and guns). Look, I'll make a new cape identity themed around 'holy fuck, what is that' if I have to.

Special Offer

[Cake~! - Boosted]

For an extra 100 CP, this can be any sort of food at all (though copies of unique food won't have any supernatural properties if they had them) that you've seen or eaten at least once. (CG Note: Requires base Cake~! first.

The fuck? Well, I don't know what caused this, but I can't turn down an upgrade to my most useful ability so far. With Beniemiya, I can ignore the warning about supernatural properties and make any kind of food I want, empowering it as I please. Sold to the man in the cotton boxers!

But for now, I want some sleep before my charity event tomorrow. I'll pop an energy eclair beforehand, but I do enjoy sleeping.

…right after I take care of something. Grabbing my phone, I try not to think about what Amy is doing two rooms over as I take care of my own issue.

– Lisa Wilbourn (Tattletale) – Later –

Reaching the event, she watched Sugar Rush with a light smirk as he played up his act. He wasn't entirely comfortable with the jokey, pun-happy act, but he was genuine in his claims.

The promise of free food lured countless of the less fortunate people of Brockton Bay to his event, held in the nicest public park in the city, and Sugar had delivered. His cakes were the main draw, of course; it was why she was here (and why the Empire had such a presence here, even if none of them was in costume), but he'd set up countless tables offering a massive selection of delicious (non-Trump) food for the masses.

The PRT presence meant that no villain was likely to cause trouble; she certainly didn't plan to with Miss Militia, Assault, Battery, Velocity and all the Wards here. Assault was helping himself to one of everything, joking with Velocity about how many patrols they'd need to work off the calories.

Oh, there was Dauntless; the PRT wasn't playing around, were they? They were seriously worried about Sugar Rush getting grabbed by one of the gangs. She pretended not to notice an Asian man with poorly-covered tattoos making a discreet call, eyes flickering to the many heroes around. Lung wasn't dumb, he wouldn't attack with so many heroes already here.

Sugar Rush wisely did not offer any of the Cape-making cakes except the Mind Muffins, which granted the eater a minor Thinker rating. They made her power act faster and cleared up any headaches, so she'd have to look into getting some for herself.

The heart cookies were available for anyone to try, though he warned that they didn't work on diseases. They were impressive, easily carried, and long-lasting healing in a bite. He'd also offered his 'Cleansing Croissants', which dealt with addictions and diseases.

As far as Cape Debuts went, beating Uber and Leet and then giving away mountains of free food was one hell of a way to introduce yourself. It wasn't as impressive as some, but it sent a certain message that people liked.

Still, she had a problem.

Watching Glory Girl, she mentally sighed. Glory Girl's actions gave away far too much, which meant that she knew Sugar was almost certainly Felix Dallon. Coil was going to ask, and he'd know if she lied.

But she didn't want Coil to get his slimy hands on Sugar Rush and suddenly have his mercenary force be empowered. She didn't like the idea of Coil turning Sugar's gift into another chain around her neck, but lying wasn't an option either.

Still, with the Mind Muffin in her, she'd noticed a lot. Sugar Rush was strong, far, far stronger than he was showing off. He was also growing, hiding a lot of his powers from the world. He had reasons not to want to let anyone know his identity or true powers, not even his parents. Brandish stood not ten feet from her son, and she was too busy worrying about him being a bad influence on Panacea, who had skipped her hospital visit to attend this event; utterly unaware that it was her son she was worrying about.

Of course, given the sexual tension between Sugar Rush and Panacea, maybe she should be worried. Panacea was downright thirsty, and she was well aware that it was her brother under that mask. Glory Girl only suspected, but Panacea's 'crush' was throwing her off.

Panacea was also trying to hide that she was much stronger than before. It was recent, but Panacea was stronger, faster, and seemed to have enhanced reaction times. Had Sugar Rush empowered his sister as payment for her help or because he was worried about her? Maybe both.

So, if Sugar Rush was really growing stronger, could this be her chance? The Undersiders were still in their baby stages, and if she tried to run, then they'd be the first sent her way… and she'd only get one shot at this.

If she fucked up, she'd be drugged and spend the rest of her life as Coil's pet thinker, doing anything for another hit; it might even be Sugar's cakes she was begging for if Coil got him.

— Quest Options —

What should Lisa do?

[Don't take the risk; inform Coil of what she learnt]

[Don't take the risk; try to lie to Coil]

[Blackmail Sugar Rush and Panacea to help her]

[Try to join Sugar Rush's side; appeal to his heroism]

[Try to join Sugar Rush's side; appeal to his libido]

Does someone crash the event?

[No]

[Yes, the ABB (Lisa was wrong)]

[Yes, the Merchants (Skidmark is too high to consider consequences)]

[Yes, ?]

Author's Note: Amy's been unleashed; may God help us all. Bastet is a good influence if you really squint

Beans note: I still think the Merchants would crash an event designed to give homeless people an easier (and less drug fueled) time. And I feel like 4 is the most in-character option for Lisa, given what she thought in her PoV.

Priapus' note: combined with panacea's newfound liberation, blackmailing them would be an amazing way for Lisa to find out that despite popular belief, Panacea Does Brains.

And yes, I also think that the Merchants crashing the party makes sense.

Written: 24/05/2024

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Quest: The Celestial Roulette Ch08-12

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