Mistresses of the World of Ruin
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Category:
Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy VI
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
9,526
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy VI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Sensual Preparations
In the queen’s dressing chambers of Doma castle, four heavenly maidens were lounging and discussing the world. Two of them, the Misty twins, or Dahlings, are already familiar. However, their garb was considerably different. Their flowing ballroom gowns were on hangars, their accessories, including garters, earrings, gloves, and fans, were scattered on their dressing table, and their lipstick was a supple pink rather than deep, luscious red. All they wore as they lounged were crimson lace bras and matching panties, with delicious closed-toe red pointed heels. Sitting across from them was another maiden with similar hair, but an exotically embroidered tanktop, tight shorts, and blue heels. This was Level 80 Magic. Perpendicular to them was the final maiden, in a royal blue push-up bra and matching g-string. This was Madam. Four beautiful women, scantily clad, with enormous chests barely covered in bras that heaved with every breath they took.
“Praise be to Kefka,” said L. 80.
“And Goddess,” added Madam.
“Who rule the world,” concluded one Dahling.
“But not everybody worships us…” said the other Dahling.
The others looked at her hesitantly.
“What do you mean?” asked Madam.
“Well,” she added, “What about these so-called heroes?”
Barb-E entered the room. “Well, I never heard of them, until today, but I’ll tell you what about them. We have one of them,” she announced victoriously.
L. 80 yawned lazily. “You mean…”
“Yes, here,” said Barb-E, “One of their warriors, Cyan, is completely under my thrall, in one of our very own beds. It will be a matter of time before he is permanently enslaved, but now, I am letting him savor his new servitude to us…”
They all giggled mischeviously.
“So there are heroes trying to stop Kefka?” asked Madam… “But why? This world is soooo beautiful!”
Barb-E added, “I did not know, again, until today. He told me of their supposed journey and how they want to stop Kefka and return the world to the way it once was.”
They all giggled again.
“Then we must put them out of their misery,” declared L. 80.
“Yes!” cried Barb-E.
“No!” said Dahling.
“What?” the others asked.
The other Dahling continued for her sister, “We… actually encountered some of the heroes earlier through a painting that Owzer commissioned. And we learned many things. We can tell you. But it turns out that our powers may be best used… in different… ways.”
“Do tell us…”
“Certainly.”
***
“Tell us about your journey.”
As they caressed and blew the Rafflesia-laced smoke at him, Edgar began to spill everything about the journey.
“Tell us, how does your party fare against charm magic?”
“Well, ladies, that’s the one thing we don’t do so well against. I’d say if we had one weakness, that was it. But you can’t tell anybody, lovely ladies!”
“Oh we PROMISE. You are SOOOO wonderful… we’re going to show you a good time.”
“Tell us also, what type of party do you have? Tell us everrrything about this quest.”
She removed a stick of lipstick from between her breasts, and began to gently apply it, adorning herself in an even deeper red hue.
“As I ruuuuuub this wonderful color on my lips, I fantasize about how I will ruuuuub my lips on yours, and how together we will ruuuuuub away all the memories of this encounter until you return to your friends as if everything is normal…”
She wrapped her arms around Edgar, as the other Misty held him from behind.
“But someday, Edgar, we will be together again, when we will have the chance to fully explore each other in true privacy…”
And then they embraced deeply, until the party arrived.
“We watched as the Rafflesia almost completely ended their journey.”
“What percentage resistance did they show?”
“0% to the Rafflesia. The girls succumbed immediately, and the males fell quickly to their teammate’s charms.”
“What about Chadarnook?”
“Again, the girls were Enticed, worshipping her naked body mid-combat. The males barely made it through, after suffering several status attacks. One of them, Edgar, was only able to resist because he was the one we spent time with.”
“And him?” L. 80 asked with great interest.
“We barely had to try to seduce him. And it seemed his friend was interested too.”
“Delightful,” said Barb-E.
“So these are the heroes trying to stop Kefka.”
“They all seem to be very susceptible to the Rafflesia.”
“What should we do?”
Barb-E took a Rafflesia out of a vase on the table, and rubbed it all over her neck and lips.
“Goddess created us to be elegant. No man can resist us.”
“And they want us,” added Dahling.
“So they can have us, if they stop pursuing their long, silly journeys,” said L. 80.
“They’ll have a long rest from their hard work, and the chance to adore us!” added the other Dahling.
“So, all of Kefka’s other monsters will be trying to defeat them. But imagine if we bring them to him and goddess as willing servants!” cried Madam.
“Which means we will hypnotize them. Each and every one of them… and they will love it,” said one Dahling, waving her hand around in a slow hypnotic motion. The other Dahling glanced at her and smiled.
“They will come to save Cyan, and we will be here, with our lovely trap,” planned Barb-E.
“What trap?”
“The same one that worked on Cyan himself,” she sultrily, confidently replied, “We get them to sleep in the beds.”
“How?” asked L. 80.
“We make that the only way they have a chance of saving Cyan…”
“…which they don’t, anyway *giggle*.”
“And that seals it,” finished Barb-E, “But for entertainment, we won’t work them over completely in their sleep. We will let them wake up, and toy with them. We’ll have some fun, because, after, we want to enjoy ourselves, don’t we, girls?”
“Yes,” breathed Madam, adjusting the strap of her tight blue push-up, “The heroes are our playtoys! I love it!”
One of the Dahlings got up and paced to a wardrobe, opening it, exposing a line of brilliantly colored gowns in the colors of the maidens. Apparently this is where they kept their ballroom gowns.
“We have many extra gowns. I’m thinking if the girls want to be seductresses of the other heroes…”
Barb-E smiled, strode across the room, caressed the Dahling and kissed her deeply on the lips, moaning softly. After breaking the kiss, she complimented, “That is the greatest idea I’ve ever heard. We’ll turn the girls to our cause…” said Barb-E.
“We will brainwash and enslave the girls to our cause, then,” said L. 80.
“Let us get ready, then we will practice and celebrate.”
The girls immediately went to work preparing for their diabolical plans. Dahling gathered some Rafflesias from a vase in the corner, and prepared them. She ground the pollen and rolled long, thin cigarettes out of it, inserting them into cases. Her sister, the other Dahling, turned to Madam and began to do her makeup as Barb-E brought them their dresses, one by one, to be dressed. They sang to each other, kissed each other, applied lipstick, eyeshadow, blush, combed each other’s hair, and perfected their accessories.
At the end of about an hour’s time, they were ready for the heroes.
“Praise be to Kefka,” said L. 80.
“And Goddess,” added Madam.
“Who rule the world,” concluded one Dahling.
“But not everybody worships us…” said the other Dahling.
The others looked at her hesitantly.
“What do you mean?” asked Madam.
“Well,” she added, “What about these so-called heroes?”
Barb-E entered the room. “Well, I never heard of them, until today, but I’ll tell you what about them. We have one of them,” she announced victoriously.
L. 80 yawned lazily. “You mean…”
“Yes, here,” said Barb-E, “One of their warriors, Cyan, is completely under my thrall, in one of our very own beds. It will be a matter of time before he is permanently enslaved, but now, I am letting him savor his new servitude to us…”
They all giggled mischeviously.
“So there are heroes trying to stop Kefka?” asked Madam… “But why? This world is soooo beautiful!”
Barb-E added, “I did not know, again, until today. He told me of their supposed journey and how they want to stop Kefka and return the world to the way it once was.”
They all giggled again.
“Then we must put them out of their misery,” declared L. 80.
“Yes!” cried Barb-E.
“No!” said Dahling.
“What?” the others asked.
The other Dahling continued for her sister, “We… actually encountered some of the heroes earlier through a painting that Owzer commissioned. And we learned many things. We can tell you. But it turns out that our powers may be best used… in different… ways.”
“Do tell us…”
“Certainly.”
***
“Tell us about your journey.”
As they caressed and blew the Rafflesia-laced smoke at him, Edgar began to spill everything about the journey.
“Tell us, how does your party fare against charm magic?”
“Well, ladies, that’s the one thing we don’t do so well against. I’d say if we had one weakness, that was it. But you can’t tell anybody, lovely ladies!”
“Oh we PROMISE. You are SOOOO wonderful… we’re going to show you a good time.”
“Tell us also, what type of party do you have? Tell us everrrything about this quest.”
She removed a stick of lipstick from between her breasts, and began to gently apply it, adorning herself in an even deeper red hue.
“As I ruuuuuub this wonderful color on my lips, I fantasize about how I will ruuuuub my lips on yours, and how together we will ruuuuuub away all the memories of this encounter until you return to your friends as if everything is normal…”
She wrapped her arms around Edgar, as the other Misty held him from behind.
“But someday, Edgar, we will be together again, when we will have the chance to fully explore each other in true privacy…”
And then they embraced deeply, until the party arrived.
“We watched as the Rafflesia almost completely ended their journey.”
“What percentage resistance did they show?”
“0% to the Rafflesia. The girls succumbed immediately, and the males fell quickly to their teammate’s charms.”
“What about Chadarnook?”
“Again, the girls were Enticed, worshipping her naked body mid-combat. The males barely made it through, after suffering several status attacks. One of them, Edgar, was only able to resist because he was the one we spent time with.”
“And him?” L. 80 asked with great interest.
“We barely had to try to seduce him. And it seemed his friend was interested too.”
“Delightful,” said Barb-E.
“So these are the heroes trying to stop Kefka.”
“They all seem to be very susceptible to the Rafflesia.”
“What should we do?”
Barb-E took a Rafflesia out of a vase on the table, and rubbed it all over her neck and lips.
“Goddess created us to be elegant. No man can resist us.”
“And they want us,” added Dahling.
“So they can have us, if they stop pursuing their long, silly journeys,” said L. 80.
“They’ll have a long rest from their hard work, and the chance to adore us!” added the other Dahling.
“So, all of Kefka’s other monsters will be trying to defeat them. But imagine if we bring them to him and goddess as willing servants!” cried Madam.
“Which means we will hypnotize them. Each and every one of them… and they will love it,” said one Dahling, waving her hand around in a slow hypnotic motion. The other Dahling glanced at her and smiled.
“They will come to save Cyan, and we will be here, with our lovely trap,” planned Barb-E.
“What trap?”
“The same one that worked on Cyan himself,” she sultrily, confidently replied, “We get them to sleep in the beds.”
“How?” asked L. 80.
“We make that the only way they have a chance of saving Cyan…”
“…which they don’t, anyway *giggle*.”
“And that seals it,” finished Barb-E, “But for entertainment, we won’t work them over completely in their sleep. We will let them wake up, and toy with them. We’ll have some fun, because, after, we want to enjoy ourselves, don’t we, girls?”
“Yes,” breathed Madam, adjusting the strap of her tight blue push-up, “The heroes are our playtoys! I love it!”
One of the Dahlings got up and paced to a wardrobe, opening it, exposing a line of brilliantly colored gowns in the colors of the maidens. Apparently this is where they kept their ballroom gowns.
“We have many extra gowns. I’m thinking if the girls want to be seductresses of the other heroes…”
Barb-E smiled, strode across the room, caressed the Dahling and kissed her deeply on the lips, moaning softly. After breaking the kiss, she complimented, “That is the greatest idea I’ve ever heard. We’ll turn the girls to our cause…” said Barb-E.
“We will brainwash and enslave the girls to our cause, then,” said L. 80.
“Let us get ready, then we will practice and celebrate.”
The girls immediately went to work preparing for their diabolical plans. Dahling gathered some Rafflesias from a vase in the corner, and prepared them. She ground the pollen and rolled long, thin cigarettes out of it, inserting them into cases. Her sister, the other Dahling, turned to Madam and began to do her makeup as Barb-E brought them their dresses, one by one, to be dressed. They sang to each other, kissed each other, applied lipstick, eyeshadow, blush, combed each other’s hair, and perfected their accessories.
At the end of about an hour’s time, they were ready for the heroes.