Maid-Squire Varrot

The showers streamed fountains of hot water. The collective mist waved and rolled out until it thinned on the ceiling. Lockers slammed, cadets rushing to battle or the training fields. Short and tall, dainty and gruff, thin and thick, bodies came and went in waves of classes in the wide range from Scout to Sniper. Through the everyday commotion of the barracks' female locker room, Varrot emerged through the veil of shower steam and sat on one of the benches. Pulling off the high heel of her right foot, she rubbed the sole and took solace in the short reprieve from her active duty. She groaned the ache in her muscles, resting her bare foot over her left thigh.

"My feet are killing me," Varrot said, the act of saying it aloud comfort in itself. A response was the least of her expectations.

"Walking in high heels all day must be dreadful. Can I see?"

Varrot, unsure what to make of the friendly gesture, simply watched as Lynn knelt beside her. She fidgeted a little, eyeing female cadets passing from showers to lockers, wondering what thoughts hid behind their suppressed giggles. Her impressions went darker, reflecting on the horror of several nights spent drying in the the sealed, emptied cauldron, a green ragnite glow as her only companion. She heard many things from those confines...

"Hmm," Lynn assessed, "your feet look okay. You should have seen mine when I began training as a shocktrooper."

"She had blisters everywhere. For the first few weeks, she had to go see a Medic every day."

Varrot turned her head aside to get a better view of the new speaker: Nadine.

"You say that like it's normal for me!" Lynn defended herself. "It's hard to keep your feet from going soft when you're in hiding."

"It beats running, that felt like all I did until I joined the militia."

She watched the two girls speak in a fluent language of camaraderie, feeling the undeniable pull to join. "I think my age is beginning to show. My whole body aches. I don't remember feeling this sore when I was training as a cadet for the First Europan War." Second-guessing herself for a fragmentary moment, Varrot decided to share something a little more personal, leaning toward them with a whisper. "I'm a little embarrassed to say this... I think my breasts have gotten bigger. Whenever I stand in front of a mirror, they look..." she faltered, "and they feel..."

"Oh, that's the new uniform," Lynn said. "Every time I wear something racy for Karl, mine look and feel MUCH bigger than when I'm in uniform. As for your muscles, it's little wonder. I always see you on your feet, and let's not forget all those training sessions Nina demands from you on top of it. If I had to trade places, I don't think I could take the strain."

The years of war and bloodshed in EWI drifted in fresh as the day they happened. Every exhausting exercise and every trying battle weighed on her with the struggle of her uninitiated frame and the pain of lost comrades.

Frederick.

She weighed the question with careful, precise measures before crafting her words in the safest manner she could. "Lynn? Nadine? I was with Squad 7 during the mission at Fouzen. Those horrible conditions. All those people. How do you..."

Lynn's smile slipped in the shift from delight to concern, hearing the true question beneath what she asked. "Is this about" a hand to her shoulder gave her pause enough to think. She followed the hand up the length of her fellow Darcsen's arm to look straight at Nadine, and nodded for her to carry the best answer.

"Miss Varrot," Nadine sat next to her on the bench, "the Darcsen have lived with it all our lives. We are treated the same as our mothers and fathers, who were treated the same as their mothers and fathers before. We have learned to create our own happiness and find support through each other."

Varrot forged a half-smile at Nadine's insights into the Darcsen way of life, gloom setting in deeper. Between Lynn's warm smile and Nadine's thoughtful glance, she knew that she should have felt much stronger. Contrary to that, she felt more hopeless, knowledge of how the Darcsen got by leaving a heavier burden for her to bear alone. Emotions that formerly felt too close to her heart to say aloud begged to be spoken. They came out bluntly. "Why do so many cadets hate me?"

"You're judging the whole by a few bad apples," Lynn couldn't help herself, taking the reins from Nadine. "If I did that, I would never have found my love Karl, or joined the militia. I could still be out there hiding from Darcsen hunters."

"What she says is true," Nadine advised. "The ones giving you trouble are not quite model Gallians. Edy can get mean to anyone that takes attention away from her. Jane isn't the most stable girl in Squad 7; neither is Wendy. Other girls like Freesia can be too self-involved and get carried away. As for men... the good ones are few, and the others aren't worried about making a good impression. Isn't that right, Dallas?"

A new presence entered into Varrot's sniper senses of old when Nadine cued the Engineer, garnering her attention. Typical of the grey-haired engineer of late, Dallas' hands were balled into tiny fists tapped next to each other beneath her chin, a little red on her cheeks same as every time they saw each other around the barracks. The expected scoff of disdain for boys from Dallas was nowhere to be seen, her interests squarely aimed toward the maid-squire. Varrot shirked it after a passing wonder to the girl. "The members of Squad 7 don't hate me? But, it seems like my work is never done. I'm never off my feet for more than five minutes. Every time I finish a task, I'm needed to wash clothes, or file papers, or-"

She was about to lose it, slipping into a long list of duties shoveled onto her since she became a maid-squire, when she felt the all-too familiar rush of tingles and shivers spreading out from her loins. She doubled over, hands to her stomach pressing in, unable to answer the worried questions from Nadine and Lynn over how she was felt. Tensing, her sultry moan escaped right when the orgasm hit. One of her hands sought to keep her stable by pushing against the closest locker, the other fanning her reddened chest. Her juices dampened the linen of her panties, leaving Varrot aware that the girls would pick up what happened within seconds. And that they did.

"Miss Varrot? What happened?"

Collecting herself, Varrot waved Lynn and Nadine to get closer, ripped off the ragnite pad near her groin and showed it to the two Darcsen. There was little point in hiding what transpired, the truth turning out a far better option than any others she had. "Jane wants me to wear these pads during the day. I had others on my breasts that stopped working too. This one was supposed to keep me from..." she sheepishly flitted a glance down her body as a hint, "...until I removed it."

"Let me see," Nadine offered. Given the pad, the Darcsen girl analyzed it and scooted further down the bench while Lynn took the role of friendly comfort. "The members of Squad 7 DO care. You're thinking about the wrong ones. There are plenty of members who say nothing but praises about what you do for them. That's a lot more than I can say for most Darcsen. If I could"

"Ohmygoshyoulooksocuuuuute!" Dallas leapt into Varrot and squeezed the maid-squire in the tightest embrace her little arms could manage, Varrot's right arm digging into the grey-haired girl's chest.

At first speechlessly open-mouthed, Varrot snapped out of it and cast a sideways glance at Dallas through the edge of her peripherals, unable to keep her disdain from sneaking out in a slight sneer. "Cute? I'm thirty-five years old!"

Undeterred, Dallas closed her eyes wishfully and rubbed her cheek against the maid's. "You're a thirty-five year old cute maid!"

"S-stop! That's enough of that! I mean it!" Sweat beaded on Varrot's forehead, her face flushed with discomfort. When Dallas' arms retracted and the girl slid away, Varrot went to give her a dismissive look, only to feel ten times smaller at the sorrowful defeat where she once saw a twinkle of joy in Dallas' eyes.

"Varrot," Lynn spoke in. "You were telling us that you felt unloved and mistreated. Can't you see Dallas wants to give you exactly what you need? Would you deny that to her?"

Varrot ran through the recent events and the times she passed Dallas in the halls. All instances came back to her, and faced with the revelation, she let herself go lax, speaking with a sigh on her breath. "Alright Dallas, all right... hey hey, easy! Not too tight, I'm sore everywhere." For her stern tone, she turned her head aside to look at the happily hugging girl's head on her shoulder, a tear cresting on the bottom edges of Dallas' eyes. Faced with the sight, Varrot found herself smiling.

"I found the problem," Nadine informed. All eyes turned to her. "Wendy's good at making explosives, those use all the energy in ragnite at once. Technology this advanced needs a steady flow of energy. Ragnite wears out if it's over-used. She must have picked really exhausted ragnite ore; continuous usage would take thirty years to drain the ore. I can fix it for you -- on one condition."

"What is it?" Varrot hated the dread she had for whatever demand Nadine put forth. Yet at this point, the sense of foreboding felt entirely natural, right up to when she listened to Nadine's offer.

"Take a break."

Stunned. The entire concept of what Nadine proposed seemed foreign, a long-off value she couldn't afford to permit. Regardless, her duty as maid-squire required her to follow any commands given by a member of Squad 7. She beamed.

"You've been through too much and worked yourself too hard these past few weeks. You deserve time to relax. We'll help you too, right Lynn?"

"Right!" Lynn chimed.

"I don't think Dallas needs convincing," Nadine smiled. "We will use your office, if that's okay with you."

"Yes, ma'am!" Varrot answered, saluting with renewed pride.

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"Wow, you have this book Miss Varrot?" Nadine extracted 'A Tale of Two Flames', flipping through the pages from cover to cover. "I'm impressed. I never thought I would get to see another copy after the recent mass burnings. Then again, I shouldn't be so surprised. Your collection rivals the library I used to write my thesis."

"Your thesis?" Dallas asked.

"Nadine received a Masters in Literature before joining the militia," Lynn informed.

"Oh wow! That had to be a lot of work." Dallas' exuberance fell when she picked up on something peculiar. "Wait. If you have a Masters, why aren't you an officer? Welkin hasn't even finished his studies and he's a Lieutenant." The heavy silence pervading the air with Nadine's somber, head-hung look clued her into what should have been obvious enough by the state of society. "Oh."

"This is no time to get side-tracked," Nadine stated. "We came here to help Miss Varrot relax, that is what we'll do. Lynn, Dallas, could you help her by giving her a massage?"

"That's really not necessary," Varrot objected, seemingly ineffective when Lynn sat at the end of the couch while Dallas' hands already began rubbing her shoulders.

"Too late!" Dallas giggled, "Let me show you what I learned growing up in an all girls' school."

Beginning to rub the soles of Varrot's feet, Lynn glanced back to Nadine. "Now I'm curious. What is that book about?"

The Darcsen of sharp, soft features finished adjusting the ragnite pad in the same position as Varrot had it before her, a blue light emanating from the replacement ore as she searched for the section she wanted. "A couple hundred years ago, a Darcsen wrote about a love affair between a Darcsen and a Valkyria set during the War of the Valkyrur. Many shunned the book for showing intimacy between two races seen so differently, especially the Yggdists who view the Valkyrur as almost gods."

Formerly upholding a strict awareness of what was happening, the explanation of the book faded to empty nothings in Varrot's ears. She slumped and went limp to Dallas' hands first very lightly and gently kneading her shoulders, then up the neck to reach her temples. At the other end, Lynn's hands ran soft circles on the tired balls of her feet. It was about when she felt Lynn rubbing her calves that she lost herself to comfort, eyes shutting as her breathing slowed.

"That must have been a very controversial book for its time. I can see-- Nadine, what are you doing?!" Lynn barely contained her shock in a hushed shriek, bearing witness to the fellow Darcsen shuffling her pants down her legs and discarding her vest to stand in the full nude. Nadine's small breasts settled into a very gentle sag, her hand tweaking the ragnite pad a touch before running through her thatch of dark pubic hair.

Nadine answered, "I need to fix this device for Miss Varrot. I won't know if it works unless I test it. While I do, there's one scene... aha! Here. I will read this scene from the book for you and Dallas to perform on her."

".... This is going to involve sex, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"If you're so eager to treat her to it, we should switch," Lynn suggested.

"I learned how to tell a story as part of my studies, and I have the engineering skill to make adjustments to the pad. Would you rather put yourself at risk with a device that can prevent orgasms?"

Nadine knew by Lynn's sigh that she had argued the point to irrefutable. Her fingers squirmed into her waiting sex, huffing from the subtle rub of her clit. "Oh, I forgot how arousing this scene could be."

"Just tell us what to do," Lynn rushed.

Clearing her throat as a simple matter of custom, Nadine started middle of the page. " 'I looked upon her face, radiant as a sunshine god. The faint blue glow illuminated her den...' "

Lynn brushed the strand of her dark blue hair from the middle of her own face to look at Varrot's as directed. Whether by lighting or illusion, she saw a similar yellow glow. She found her thoughts sinking toward the maid-squire, jarred from it when she heard a certain line from Nadine.

The Darcsen huffed, fingers playing along her slit. " 'My tongue tasted the divine smoothness of her toes' "

"I have to lick her feet?" Lynn resigned herself to it when Nadine continued detailing the scene. She opened her mouth and took Varrot's big toe in, licking the underside. A sigh of contentment from Varrot brought a tinge of satisfaction to make up for how awkward she felt, going from that stub and up the bridge of Varrot's foot toward the ankle. Every action, she performed in the same seductive manner suggested by Nadine's reading.

"What about me?!" the ever-eager Dallas wondered.

"I'm getting there," Nadine placated. " 'Saddled as I was before her, I gazed upon her and sank in to taste her cherry lips' "

The chipper Dallas took great pains to not break Varrot from her trance, leaning in and leaving a tiny peck on the maid-squire's lips. Sure she wouldn't stir from her current state, Dallas planted a stronger one, driven with the pent-up love she'd stored since she began following Alicia and Varrot. As told, she pulled off the top portion of Varrot's maid uniform. Her fingers felt the luxurious softness, Varrot's abundance wowwing Dallas with its bounty.

While Dallas got further into the act, the effects of prolonged stimulation started to bear fruit for the accomplished Nadine. Panting, the words on the page blurred ever so slightly for her. Her mound dampened with the slickness of her yearning, her dark nipples shifting from soft to thick. Driven by arousal, she pinched light then harder when the initial tweak failed to bring her the pleasure she so desperately craved. Difficult though it was, she pushed onward with the reading for her friends. " 'I disrobed, showing her the imperfections of my frail, lesser-' "

"If Karl ever finds out about this..." Lynn trailed, her concern pushed to the side as she and Dallas did what the story put forth. Both settling nude on the couch, Lynn crawled up the length and traced a finger from the upper edge of Varrot's right breast and down to her nipple.

" 'I compared the enormous weight she had to bear on her chest to my lack thereof...' "

Lynn hadn't realized what was happening until she caught herself with one hand squeezing her own left breast, her mind actively determining the general difference between Varrot's impressive mammaries and her own meek, laughable pair. That was only for the moment that she took the mindset of the book's narrator, going back to the pride she had in how her body developed by nature. Next, she latched her lips around Varrot's right nipple, joined by Dallas on the left to suckle, light and teasing. Her eyes shot open when the taste of something familiar and sweet splashed on her tongue, pulling away to see white milk trickling down.

Nadine wasn't faring much better.

"Agh! How can she stand five minutes of this, let alone hours?" she griped, the pad showing it worked more than well enough. Her pussy splayed apart, Nadine dipped her fingers in to furiously work at pushing past the fixed device's limits. Every now and then, she felt an orgasm crest beyond the breaking point, but with a soft blue glow from the ore, it shrank back to leave her frustrated beyond reproach. The challenge of reading the story posed as one of fighting dual desires rather than a loss of her senses. Rather than drop the book and focus exclusively on what she wanted most, she spoke the next few lines of prose. " ' Her creamy, supple body lied to me about the power it contained. With even the slightest gesture, she sent me to a high arc of passion, my...' "

Without further prompting a minute later, Lynn pressed for more. " 'My' what?"

"The Darcsen in this book is a man," Nadine revealed. "You'll need to improvise."

"What do you mean improvise?!"

Unable to compose herself, the book fell from Nadine's grip, that hand teasing at the edges of the pad. She held her face in the other, blurting out whatever sounded satisfactory while she fell to her back, rolling on the ground over the burning ache for release that wouldn't come. "I don't know! If you need me to tell you, go back to her feet and Dallas can pleasure her orally. She seems like she would like that."

It astounded Lynn to think that Varrot could rest through the flurry of activity, moaning as Dallas spread her legs and practically dove in. As she shifted her weight to line her pussy up along Varrot's toes, she blushed thinking of the situation she'd fallen into under the auspices of friendly comfort. She lightly slapped Dallas' ass as a hint that the girl didn't catch, the grey-haired engineer's rump upraised to her face. Sliding forward and back on Varrot's toes, watching Nadine writhe on the floor, Lynn surprised herself with what she did next.

Her right hand slipped into Dallas' trimmed quim. With the scent of sex and the multi-toned grunts and groans in the air, that the four of them hadn't attracted outside attention to their quartet felt like a mere question of time. The distinction between control and its lack blurred, every second running together in a surreal haze. Her own juices seeped between Varrot's toes, the sound of Dallas sweetly lapping at Varrot's groin echoing in her ears, and the vision of Nadine ripping the pad off her body were the last fragments of events she could try to make sense of. She fell to the side and cuddled up against Varrot, a wave of orgasm rushing between her legs, her sight soon blocked by Dallas cuddling the maid-squire from the opposite side.

Convulsing on the floor, Nadine rode through her climax by gripping the desk tightly with one hand and the book with her other. The constant denial had, remarkably, built her pleasure to levels so far beyond what she usually felt that she struggled to bear it. When it passed, she shakily stood and wobbled behind the desk. She plopped down in the desk's seat, seemingly in the nick of time. The office door barged open. It took the well-worn Darcsen engineer a few seconds to recognize the face of Salinas.

"I heard from another soldier that Maid-Squire Varrot came into her office with you and two others." Salinas said. "Is she here?"

Attempting to catch her breath, Nadine silently praised the good fortune of the desk's size, the angle of the door and the man's choice to wait in the hall until ushered in. "I'm sorry, she's taking a much-needed break. Please come back later."

As Salinas slipped back, shutting the door behind him, Dallas turned toward it and stuck out her tongue. "Ew, boys."


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Story codes: F/F/F, SoloF, Comfort, Other (reading, massage, breast suckle, foot fetish)