Portal to the Unknown

Chapter Four
Pills and Sake

Hehehe . . . Herein be an F/F bestiality lemon! Can you guess who be the beast? (Well, technically she’s not a beast, but she’s definitely not human either . . . so what’s a girl to do?)

And they be not mine, so sue me not. XP

Freya: Good God! If you are talking about me, I shall bite your hands off!
VVL 69: Why? (as if I didn’t know . . . )
Freya: To prevent you from writing such tripe. Readers, fall back! Leave! Shoo!
VVL 69: No way! That’s unfair!
Freya: *growls*
VVL 69: Can’t stop me now, I’m rolling the camera!
Freya: Ugh, I’m about to be the next Marilyn Chambers. Good God . . . *shudders*


On to the story. *cracks whip*

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“So what brought you pretty ladies here?” a handsome man with a smooth, husky voice inquired as he pounded the painful kinks out of the mouse-tailed woman, now divested of her armor and sighing with pleasure at his hard fists.

“Jealousy, on my part,” the young woman formerly clad in orange said, tucking the towel covering her buttocks tightly underneath her as another, equally attractive man gently massaged her back. “I can’t stand Zidane sometimes.”

“Consider yourself fortunate, Garnet . . . ” the mouse woman said with a sniff and lay her head down on the contoured pillow in front of her, allowing the man behind her to remove the towel around her own waist and knead her firm rump with his large hands. “I can’t stand him at all.”

“Then why do you allow him to bother you, Freya?” Garnet inquired.

“Simply because I have no desire to sink to his level.” That said, Freya sat up and leaned back against the man’s chest, swiveling her ears forward as his hands moved up to massage her shoulders. “I wonder precisely where this place is . . . ”

“Midgar, top of the plate.” The man grinned slightly at the exotic, foreign quality of the two women. “Not from around here, are you?”

“Not at all,” Freya said softly. “My home lies in Burmecia.”

“And mine in Alexandria,” Garnet added.

“Never heard of them.” The men exchanged glances. “You both are really exotic.” Turning back to their individual tasks, both allowed their imaginations to run wild.

‘Fur. Such soft fur . . . I wonder what Reno thinks of his little lady . . . ’

‘Hehe . . . Rude’s playing with a fuzzball, but I’ve got the real beauty.’ Reno allowed his attention to shift to Rude and nodded twice, the signal for their part of Heidegger’s trap.

Rude nodded back, turning around to face the cabinet. “Would you two lovelies like a drink? We have very good Nibelheim ale, Mideel lager . . . or then there’s Wutai sake, one of our finer imports . . . ” He stressed the last alcohol, knowing that as a hard liqueur it would be nearly impossible to drink by the bottle.

“Hm . . . ” Garnet considered. Was it a good idea to leave her fate in the hands of these men? What would they do to her if she became inebriated? And why was Freya so relaxed? She turned to her friend, expecting a visual signal of some sort, but received only a shrug. “Well . . . ”

“Don’t worry,” Rude said quickly. “We won’t hurt you . . . why, if we did, President Rufus would give us the boot.” His hand shifted up to touch Freya’s neck, gently stroking the thickness of the white fur at her nape. “And with your friend here, nobody’d try anything.”

“Mm…indeed.” Again, Garnet had to ponder all of the possible outcomes. “But what if we drink too much?” she inquired.

“We’ll tuck you in, neat as you please.” The other’s response, again too quick for Garnet’s taste, caused her to lift an elegant eyebrow. However, Freya seemed completely unruffled.

“I cannot become drunk,” the Burmecian knight said simply. “Therefore, it shall be quite impossible to take advantage of me.” She lowered her brows at Garnet and nodded. “I do not predict anything befalling us, Princess.”

“Very well,” Garnet surrendered. “I shall enjoy myself.”

“That’s the spirit,” Reno encouraged. “And for our warrior of unequaled tolerance?”

“Lovely play on the ego, but flattery is unnecessary . . . ” Freya purred. “I shall have sake.”

“And I as well,” Garnet sighed with pleasure. “It sounds heavenly.”

“This is our finest hour, Reno,” Rude said with a grin. “A ravishing princess and an equally stunning female knight . . . ah, the gods have blessed this night . . . ” He slipped over to the liqueur cabinet and withdrew a bottle of ‘Da-Chao’s Blessing’, along with two gaily-painted porcelain cups.

Reno grinned in return. “Don’t take too long, Rude . . . we still have to help these ladies to the steam room,” he chided. “Can’t you find it?”

“Yeah,” Rude agreed. “It’s right here . . . ” Reaching into the very back of the cabinet behind a case of Mt. Nibel Cold Draft, his right hand emerged with two small, heart shaped pills. ‘Guaranteed to give these ladies the time of their lives,’ he thought, barely able to contain his throbbing dick. Placing first one, then the other in the palm of his left hand, he carried the bottle and cups to the stand between the massage tables and set them down. “I tell you, it’s nearly impossible to find anything in this place. You know what I mean, Reno?” he asked as his left hand then uncorked the bottle, releasing the pills into the alcohol unnoticed.

“Yeah. Say, gimme some of that stuff, will ya?” Reno had noted the shift of his partner’s hand and naturally assumed the pills were in the bottle.

“Now, now . . . don’t drink too much, Reno, the boss’ll have a fit.” Rude poured the alcohol carefully into the two cups and set the bottle back down, nodding to the two women. “Drink up, ladies, the night is young.”

Freya lifted the cup in one large, though delicate hand and sniffed the contents curiously. “Hm . . . a bit weak,” she pronounced after draining it and setting it down.

“Well, well . . . ” Reno had joined Rude next to the cabinet and was watching the female mouse with an intent stare. “Seems we have a very tolerant warrior indeed.” The pills would doubtlessly take effect in the next minute or so---and he could not wait to drive into that luscious body, fur or no fur.

Garnet exhausted her own drink in one long sip. “Mm! That certainly is strong!” A warm feeling was creeping over her tongue and causing her heart to race . . . what was in this alcohol?

“Freya,” she began, “I feel odd . . . ”

“I do as well . . . ” The knight’s tongue felt fuzzy and warm, much like the rest of her; looking at Garnet, she noticed a red flush heating her face and lips. “Oh dear, I can’t feel my tail.” She moved closer to the raven-haired princess, attempting to protectively shield her from the two men.

That was a mistake.

As her arms enclosed the young woman, a small moan escaped the girl’s lips and she wriggled closer to the soft fur. “F-Freya,” she whispered shakily, “my legs . . . ” She whimpered and moved off the table into the woman’s lap, leaning forward against her breasts.

“Have no fear,” the murmur in her ear resounded, “I shall protect you . . . ”

“Oh, Freya . . . ” Garnet’s face tilted up as she was surrounded by warm, luxurious fur, cradled within a shield of long arms and supple legs. “So warm . . . ” Her arms moved to wrap around her companion’s neck, drawing their lips close to each other but not quite touching---

“Garnet,” the quiet whisper breathed, “you’re--” Her voice was gently cut off by the princess’ lips against her own, warm and sinfully sweet.

“You--” she tried again, breaking away from the kiss, “--must--” She was stopped once more, Garnet’s small tongue parting her lips and pushing through, tasting alcohol and luscious breath. Her hands moved to touch long, graceful ears, gently pulling at the sensitive inner lobes.

“Ahhaaah,” Freya pronounced almost obscenely through the lock of Garnet’s lips. “Stop . . . ”

“But I don’t want to,” the girl protested in a breath, “not now . . . ” She gently pushed the taller woman backwards on the table, leaning forward until she was on top of her. “We can’t . . . stop . . . ”

Freya mewled as Garnet’s tongue found hers and twined with it, energetically twisting and wriggling against the other. “Pr-Princess . . . ”

“Don’t speak . . . ” was the response. “Just feel . . . ”

“We’re putting on quite a show for these ruffians,” Freya protested. “This is not . . . appropriate . . . ” She trailed off as Garnet moved down to lick down the length of her abdomen, feeling the muscles underneath twitch at the unexpected sensation. “You . . . I . . . ”

“Mmmm,” Garnet sighed, a sweet waft of musk reaching her nose. “You smell so good . . . ” Her fingers shyly reached down to the juncture of Freya’s thighs, tracing patterns in the longer patch of white, curled hair.

“Hehehe,” Reno pronounced, satisfied. “Let’s watch these beauties play, shall we?” He sat down on the other table and leaned forward. “C’mere.”

“Hang on, Reno . . . gotta grab a camera so we can capture these wild girls in action.” Rude opened a drawer and withdrew his beloved Nikon, along with three rolls of film. Shutting the drawer next, he turned around and removed the lens cap, staring through the shutter window at the two young women. “Say cheese, ladies . . . ”

Freya turned to face the two men, narrowing her eyes at the device. “What is that?” The reflection of her face in the round lens glared back at her from the short distance between them.

“It’s a camera. What it does,” Reno explained, reaching into his breast pocket for a photograph of Elena, “is capture your glorious face on film.”

“You mean this loathsome object will record our every movement?”

“A still movement,” Rude said with a grin, “but other than that, pretty much anything we want.” He raised the Nikon and pressed the shutter release, the smirk not leaving his face at the sight of the two entwined women.

“Garnet,” Freya protested, “those horrible creatures are watching . . . desist at once--” She sucked in a harsh breath as two small fingers prodded between her labia, spreading and stroking with agonizing ease. “Uhnh!”

“I can’t . . . ” Garnet’s quiet whisper denied, “my fingers won’t stop . . . ” She slid them up and down the now sticky length of Freya’s womanhood, teasingly searching for the place she knew would bring the woman to tears.

“Aaaahhh . . . ! . . .Ooohhh, Princess . . . ” Freya groaned, feeling the smaller girl’s fingers brush against her clitoris with sweeping strokes. “P . . . please . . . ” Oh, how she despised being so helpless, lying beneath a slip of a girl who could reduce her to a puddle with only her hand . . .

“’Please’, Freya? What is it you want?” Garnet inquired huskily. “How can I make it better . . . ?”

“I . . . iiii . . . ” Freya felt her resistance crumbling. “Oh, fuck it . . . I can’t stand it anymore . . . yes, aahhh, more . . . ” Her hands lifted to Garnet’s hair as she felt the girl’s mouth on her again, trailing lower and lower with kisses interspersed with licking. “Ahaa . . . what are you doing . . . ?”

“Mmmm . . . ” Garnet rubbed her mouth in the curly thatch of hair topping Freya’s mons, brushing her tongue into the well below. “Does this make you feel good, Freya?”

"Hhaah . . .yes, Princess . . . mmmmnnn . . . "

Garnet moved back onto her heels to look at the older woman, her face lit up with a content smile as she considered what to do next. Delve deep, tongue-fuck, or perhaps just stick her fingers into her friend's bountifully-shaped ass and work her like a slut? Normally she would have scolded herself for thinking such nasty thoughts, but right now she couldn't seem to care. Freya was a panting, twitching, horny creature, and she did not intend to disappoint her.

But that didn't mean that she couldn't torture her . . .

Withdrawing her fingers from the body beneath her, she smiled a bit at Freya's moan of disappointment. "Don't worry, Freya . . . I have other things in mind for you," she purred seductively as the female knight pushed herself up onto her elbows to fix her with a frustrated half-glare.

"Don't toy with me, Princess . . . " she said almost icily. "For God's sakes, you know better than that."

"Oh, Freya . . . " Garnet put on an enchantingly pouty face. "I want this to be fun." She lowered her hands to her perky, milk-white breasts and squeezed them with her small fingers. "Can't we have fun, please?"

"Well, God knows you tried," Freya giggled. "But I didn't tolerate teasing from Sir Fratley, and I'm not about to take it from you." Pushing the girl backwards, she leaned over her lithely and wriggled her ripe bottom in the air. "You are in for it now, my dear."

"Aaa!" Garnet squealed in delight as Freya's whiskered muzzle attacked her breasts, small teeth nipping and tugging gently on the rose-red nipples. "Freya, you . . . *giggle* . . . need to . . . ahaha, that tickles . . . " She pulled on the female knight's shoulder-length silver hair, twining her fingers into the waves and yanking in surprised ecstasy.

"There, now you know how it feels," Freya growled playfully against her soft chest. "Now we'll get down to it, you naughty, horny thing . . . "

"Freya!" Garnet cried as though she'd been slapped. "No one talks to a princess like that!"

"I do," Freya said defiantly. "I want to see those cheeks red as apples." Reaching underneath Garnet with one hand, she flipped the girl easily over onto her front. "And I don't mean the ones on your face."

"Freya, you wouldn't!" Garnet countered, her face already aflame with red. "I outrank you, you know that . . . "

"No, you don't," Freya grinned. "I am a Royal Dragon Knight, and you a mere summoner-girl adopted into royalty. Now that Brahne's gone, you have no claim to the title," she teased. "But perhaps I'll forgive you if you bend over for me."

"Ooooh, such impertinence!"

"Be silent!" Freya's hand cracked over Garnet's left buttock, making her squeal with surprised pain. "That's better," she giggled vulgarly, seeing the girl's twitching rump painted with a streak of red. "And now, your reward . . . " Leaning over Garnet's legs, she gently parted them with an arm and snaked her tongue into her plump slit.

"Aaah! Ooooh, Freya," Garnet mewled. "Ahaaahaa . . . " A cry escaped her lips as Freya's hand came down on her other buttock, sending reeling pleasure through her body. "Yes, more! More, I demand it!"

"You demand?" Freya purred against her snatch. "How charming. Ah ha ha . . . you're mine now . . . " She turned to the two men, contentedly snapping pictures of her ass and giggling like little boys at the princess' spanked bottom. "You there . . . Reno!"

"Yeah?"

"Tell me you have a dildo," Freya purred lustfully. "A good long one."

"Aw yeah," Reno grinned. "I've got dildoes, whips, chains, and anything else you want, you hardcore bitch."

"Good . . . We'll make this a very good show for you boys." Freya's muzzle curled in an obscene grin as she was handed a ten-inch dildo, studded down its synthetic length with various curling shapes. "Lovely, don't you think?" she inquired of Garnet, showing her the toy.

"You're not going to stick that in me," Garnet rebutted. "I'll not allow you to."

"Oh, you can't stop me," Freya's husky voice purred. "You'll be tied up."

"With what?" Garnet cried out as her hands were lifted behind her back and clamped into lined manacles, her gloriously red face glaring back at Freya. "Oooooh, you let me go this instant, or I'll--" Her mouth was silenced with Freya's, the woman's strong tongue thrusting past her lips and jabbing her own. "Mmmph! Hrrmmfr!"

"Mmmm, you'll make an excellent partner, wiggling and squirming like that . . . " Freya's grin became more pronounced as her fingers thrust into the girl, spreading and stroking in poor Garnet's throbbing hole.

"You! Freya, youuu . . . " - she whimpered slightly as the fingers found a most sensitive area - " . . . relentless thing . . . " Her noises of pleasure did not affect Freya any more than they already had, and so the female knight licked the toy in her hand thoroughly and sent it pounding into the girl's snatch. "Ahhhaaaaaaaaahh!"

"Aw, man," Rude panted, snapping photographs as fast as he could, "this is fucking great!"

"Oooh, and I'm gonna come," Reno agreed in his own short breaths. "Fuckin-holy shit, this is awesome!"

Freya paid no notice to the men's frantic obscenities and instead concentrated on sliding the thick, plasticine dildo in and out of Garnet, withdrawing slowly but thrusting hard into her and causing the girl to scream with pleasure. Harder, faster her hand worked, wielding the toy as expertly as her Mythril Spear, driving it good and deep into the young woman, building up as she heard a panting cry---

"Ah . . . Ahhh, Freya, I'm . . . I'm, ohhh, I'm coming~~~~!" She writhed at the onslaught of the ferocious unyielding rod, wriggling and shivering uncontrollably in the fury of her orgasm. Freya's arm lifted her above the table, down onto the pleasured sensation until her deep vagina held it all but to the hilt. "Uhhnnnnhhh, Freya . . . "

"Mmmm, darling," the whisper in her ear purred. "You're so wet, you know . . . And tight, so tight . . . " Freya's breath tickled along her earlobe, warm and shivery-sweet as Garnet collapsed into the knight's arms and began to weep with pleasure.

"I never thought . . . Oh, Freya . . . " she cried helplessly as the dildo was removed gently from her. "Freya, I love you . . . I love you . . . "

"And I love you, darling. Sleep and dream . . . and forget this whole messy business ever happened."

'But I don't want to,' Garnet wanted to say. 'I want more . . . ' However, tired, she snuggled close to Freya's breasts and fell asleep in her arms as the Dragon Knight rose and strode down the hall to find a place for them to rest undisturbed.

And Rude just shrugged, turning to Reno with a grin on his face.

"Damn, we got some GOOD pictures . . . "

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VVL 69