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Blue Skies: A Requiem for Storms	By : Raiethstar Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Het - Male/Female Views: 1000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own final fantasy. All OC chars I do own, but I still don't make any money off of this venture. This is for my own amusement only.

Chapter List
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This chapter is dedicated to the Neir Gestalt & Replicant Soundtrack. It has the most amazing ability to invoke any mood. One scene in particular owes much of it’s emotion to the track ‘The Wretched Automatons’. The heavy industrial percussion paired with the melancholy female voice combines into something that really helped set the mood for me as I was writing. Many of the other tracks feature strong military snares and haunting vocals, invoking driving resilience in the face of despair, a common theme in the game. Highly recommended.
Warnings: Violence, Blood, Angst, Transformation, torture, mind control, cannibalism (graphic talk of), auto-cannibalism (self eating), M/F, D/s, blood play, oral, bestiality/anthro (depending on point of view)
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Day 2 - Evening
Pain…
…Sharp, shifting, writhing…
Pain
Squall screamed, his voice tearing, the sound pulled forcefully from his chest. His muscles spasmed painfully, trying to curl up to relieve the searing pain in his spine. There was a metallic clang and his arms and legs were held down with skin tearing force. He opened his eyes, his vision blurred through the tears that streaked unchecked down his face. He lay on a bed only covered with a thin sheet, his limbs restrained by metal straps on a metal frame. The room was dark, lit only through a curtain covered window, but the walls looked white. The smell of disinfectant stung his nose and there was an IV drip secured under the bandaging on his right hand, a hospital then.
He could hear the faint sound of an animal whimpering, it was similar to the sound some monsters made when near death, and froze, horrified. He was whimpering. He tried to stop and his back writhed unnaturally, another scream ripped from his throat. It was more of a yowl than a scream, the sound inhuman and raw, and he panted, unable to stop the high pitched keening that escaped.
He had never felt such pain in his life, it was like his skin was ripping open, his bones shifting, his muscles tearing. It made getting a lance of ice through the torso feel like a splinter in comparison.
A brief wish to be put out of his misery crossed his mind. He stared up at the ceiling, and tried to distract himself from the mind bending pain. He pulled at the metal straps holding his bandaged hands away from his body. They bit into his flesh and the frame shifted slightly with a clank, not enough movement to make use of. But his hands didn’t feel damaged, why were they bandaged? He flexed them experimentally, but minor stiffness would be drowned out in the torture he was suffering.
A little cold would considerably weaken the metal restraints, he tried to focus on where Shiva resided in his mind. It was difficult, “Shiva…” his voice was raw, and his tongue felt thick, “Please…” He heard Shiva cry out for him but she was faint, muffled, almost as if…”Shit, Silence.” He swore aloud, his voice growling the last syllables.
Now that was an interesting sensation, he tried growling again. His chest rumbled, and his throat vibrated, it was almost pleasant. “What the hell happened to me?” Another spasm wracked his body and he felt something in his lower back tear violently. His screams became a true animal roar as his world was washed in blinding pain.
To save itself his mind just, let go.
Suddenly, he felt strangely detached. Like it was all happening to someone else. The feeling of hot blood pooling under him, the strange foreign signals his brain was now receiving, the wet slapping of something hard against his legs, the feeling as his throat tore itself to shreds, his roar never ending, only changing in tone. He wondered what it was that kept hitting his legs, and why it kinda felt like he was hitting himself. But to look meant that he would have to associate with his body again, and judging by the sounds he was making, the pain had not subsided yet. He was enjoying this moment of peace and had little reason to break it.
He was probably in shock, and possibly dying. The fact no one had come to check on him meant they sound-proofed the room, another Silence spell was his guess. He wondered briefly why he was naked and if they had cut his clothes off, he had just broken in that pair of leather pants, and his collection of magical belts was probably priceless.
Hmm, bleeding out on a hospital bed, feeling and sounding like a T-Rexasaur being skinned alive and he was worried about his clothes? Definitely in shock he decided.
He listened with detached curiosity as the roaring subsided and softened to whimpers once more. That strange feeling of hitting himself was really starting to get on his nerves. He sighed mentally, curiosity was going to kill him one day. He willed himself to open his eyes once more. His body slowly began to feel more real, the pain had subsided some he noted before opening his eyes. He shifted his head to look down his body, and stopped breathing entirely.
The sheet had been thrown off in his thrashing and slicing through the air was a curiously shaped pale object. It reflected the low light like metal and seemed to be attached by a thick black cord to somewhere underneath him. When he froze, it had frozen too, it was shaped like a strange trident he observed absently. The outer two tines were longer than the centre and curved outwards like claws. The centre tine was broad and ended in a crescent that curved back towards the base. It was strangely elegant, and very dangerous looking, the whole thing as large as his head, thin but broad.
Several things all hit him at once when he took his next breath. First, his throat really, really hurt. Second, when he moved so did the cord, and the weapon attached to it. And lastly, and probably most importantly, there was a slight breeze blowing past the cord as it moved.
He felt the breeze blow past the cord. He blinked, he felt the breeze blow past. It was not a cord and it wasn’t attached under him, it was attached to him. It was a tail, his tail. He watched as it relaxed and lay down on the bed, the end disappearing over the edge, he stared at it his mind strangely still.
“I must have finally gone insane.” He concluded, nodding to his new appendage. Well, if he was crazy, or dreaming, or both, then he wasn’t going to just lay here in pain waiting for the end. He studied his restraints. They consisted of a hinged strap of metal crudely welded to the guard rails of the bed itself. They were not locked however, a hitch-pin held the halves in place around his limbs. There was no way to reach it with his fingers, and shifting his wrists just caused the metal to bite deeper into the bandaging of his wrists.
He looked at his tail again, finding it kinda odd he already thought of it like that. If he could control it, the claw like protrusions could hook the loop and pull the pin out. He focused on trying to move the long tail, getting nothing more than a twitch. He thought clearly about the motion he needed to make, pushing out all distractions. The pain, the uncomfortable position, the itch where the IV entered his body. One smooth curl, hook, and pull, that was all he needed.
In the end it was far easier than he thought it would be. Sure it took him a few tries, but he thought it would take far longer to learn to use the new limb. It was almost like he already knew how to use it, like he was remembering, rather than learning. He pushed the thought aside roughly, his tail jerking as well, and used his now free hand to free himself from the rest of the restraints.
He quickly realized that his hands were not injured, but that they moved differently. It didn’t feel wrong, just different. He loosely stretched stiff muscles as he pulled out the IV lines and unwrapped his hands.
First thing he noticed was the colour, they were black. Then as he continued to remove the bandaging he saw the claws. He clicked them together and flexed each joint, fascinated. “Holding a pen should be interesting.” He mused, wondering how his mind could come up with such things, this really was a strange dream, even for him. He ignored the nagging feeling that it was too strange to be a dream.
Steadying himself he swung off the bed, his tail staying out of his way on it’s own. Standing was interesting, his centre of balance was shifted back some, and his tail swung as he stumbled. He had to shift his weight forward onto his toes to stay upright. It occurred to him that his legs were not built to maintain this shift in balance and grumbled, irritated that his mind wanted more change. He practiced walking, and quickly realized that thinking about what his tail was doing was screwing him up. If he just walked his body took care of itself. He ran his claws through his hair, finding that scratching his scalp felt wonderful.
He looked around again, there had to be a bathroom if this was a solitary hospital room. He spotted the open door almost immediately in the dark. He padded across the cold floor, his stride slightly changed, but stable and smooth and flicked on the bathroom light, wincing at how bright it was. He chuckled in relief when he realized there was a sink and few towels. Like growling, the sensation was a new one, but felt good, the vibrations triggering an endorphin flow that dulled the constant pain somewhat. He maintained the low growl to see how long he could keep it up before it became uncomfortable.
Wetting one of the small towels he studied the changes to his body in the light. His hands were covered in short, yet thick, black fur. The fur thinned out just past his wrist joint into his normal hair pattern. His claws were a rich blood red, and were actually retractable, an extra joint allowed the tip of the claw to rest above the pads of his fingers. He had to flex to get the claws to engage and touch something flat under his hand. Confident he wouldn’t harm himself, he began to wash. He was covered in blood, a lot of it his own, and the thought of being clean made his pleased rumble deepen.
The constant growl wasn’t uncomfortable at all, and the endorphins released were very pleasant indeed. He listened to himself for a moment, he didn’t stop to breathe, the volume decreased as he breathed in and increased when he breathed out but he didn’t feel short of breath at all. It reminded him of something, something he really should know.
His laugh was sharp when he remembered. It was called purring. “Yup, definitely dreaming.” He laughed again not noticing the hysterical edge and hummed a tune he had heard somewhere, his tail swinging in time to the song in his head and the blade on the end clicking against the wall in the small room.
Wiping his skin made him realize that the large strips of blood red on his hands and arms were not blood. It seemed to be a tattoo of some sort. It was like large strips of skin had been peeled from the back of his hands, joining into one large strip that spiralled up and faded out near his elbow. It coloured the hair that grew through it, so that the band of vivid colour was unblemished.
When he reached his lower back he realized that it too was furred, it followed his spine and the line of his hips before fading out. The red tattoo like markings also wound their way up his tail and crawled onto his ribs, fading quickly away. His tail was an extension of his spine and lay flat against his firm cheeks. He reached to grab his tail to give it a good wipe down and it twitched out of reach.
“Get back here.” He grumbled, spinning once to catch his disobedient appendage. He stopped and smacked himself in the face, somehow not gouging out his eyes. He was chasing his own tail. He sighed and willed the limb to curl in front of him. It obeyed, after a moment. He held the weapon on the end of his tail examining it closely. It was surprisingly heavy without support and wasn’t made of bone, it seemed to be made of horn instead. It was ivory white in colour, once he washed the blood off, thick as his thumb and very sharp. He gave his tail an experimental tug, it reflexively twitched in his grasp. Well it was most certainly attached to his nerve endings. He would have to be careful not to get it caught in doors or stepped on. Letting go of it he felt it swing down into what he thought of as a neutral position, hanging almost straight down with only the tip curled up to keep the roughly four and a half foot appendage off the ground. He dropped the now blood red towel into the sink and stared at his reflection.
Staring at himself he realized that the changes did not scare him, when they probably should have. Perhaps it really was all just in his head. “What am I?” That’s when he saw he had something in his mouth. Opening wide he revealed a set of massive canines. His whole mouth had changed to accommodate them. His front teeth were narrowed and his molars were all shoved back, and his gums had large grooves that allowed his mouth to close fully as the four large teeth were far longer than the rest. The bottom canines rested between the upper canines just like a dog or a cat’s teeth. His mouth opened wider than before as well. He closed his mouth with a click, and licked his lips with a flat broad tongue that rasped against his skin. He stared at his refection a moment longer, expression unreadable even to himself, before wrapping the last clean towel around his waist and exiting the bathroom. He wasn’t as clean as he’d like, but it would have to do for now.
He looked at the window, time to find out where he was. Carefully, he pushed aside just enough of the curtain to peek out. He spotted several things at once; first, he wasn’t in a hospital, the hall outside was inside the presidential palace. That placed him in Laguna’s private clinic. Second was all the movement. There were several people outside in the wide hallway, they appeared to be having an argument.
Directly across from him and facing the door that was to his left was Xu and Seifer. He had his arms around her and for a moment Squall felt a vicious stab of jealousy wash over him until he realized that Seifer was restraining his deputy headmaster. He had her arms pinned and was almost holding her off the ground she was struggling so hard. She was furious, and she was screaming, and kicking and Seifer just grimaced and held on. To their left stood Zell, he looked like he had just come in from the field, there was a smear of blood on his shirt and he still wore his combat gloves. His fists were clenched and he was staring at the floor, a look between anger and hopelessness on his face. Sitting on a bench against the wall on the other side of Xu and Seifer, was his father. As the only one sitting he seemed much smaller than the others, he was leaning on his knees with his head in his hands and Squall couldn’t see his face. FInally in front of all of them was Doctor Odine. His ridiculous red and white collar hiding his entire head from this angle.
Odine made a grand gesture to Laguna and everyone in the hallway looked at the Esthar President. They seemed to be holding their collective breath. Laguna leaned his head back against the wall, his face pained and Squall saw his lips move. ‘Forgive me Hedgehog.’ Squall felt a jolt of fear go through him, Laguna wouldn’t, he couldn’t. He was vaguely aware of his tail hitting the back of his calves. Laguna opened his eyes and his face was hard as he glared at the eccentric doctor, ‘Do it.’
Odine whirled with a grand gesture to the door. Squall saw a thin, feminine arm raise from just out of view. “No.” He gasped, the smell of his own fear rising. Around that thin wrist was a bangle he had very nearly lost his sense of self to place there. Two years of torture only ended by the jewelled trinket Odine raised his hands to remove. Squall reacted without thinking, if that bangle was removed his life was over.
Crossing his arms in front of him he dove through the thick glass, using his claws to help break it. He rolled once and leapt for the blue clad woman standing in front of the door, ignoring the glass now embedded in his skin.
There were shouts, but no one was fast enough to stop him. He flexed his claws and opened his mouth, instinct taking over. One solid bite and he would kill her. Messy, but fast. His whole world was focused on the rapid pulse beating in the slender throat he was going to tear out. He would never submit, never surrender, he would fight until his dying breath.
His claws dug into her too familiar skin and his weight began knocking them over, he forced his head forward, praying he was fast enough.
“NO!” Squall’s world froze as the magic washed over him, icy hot and unstoppable. It was over, he had lost.
They hit the ground hard, his canines dented but did not break the skin his broad tongue pressed against. He could feel her blood running between his fingers, and his tail lashed wildly, daring any to come near. He strained with all his might to close his jaws, his muscles refused to obey. It was over. He could feel the controlling magic seep into his mind, barbed poison hooks. He panted, a whine escaping his throat as his muscles shook under the strain. He would not back down, he would not give up; he had fought it before, he would fight it again.
“Let go.” Her voice was strained, sad. Her hands rose to his forearms, “Please, Squall.”
He growled pitifully and let go, pulling his head back and closing his mouth, fighting the command with every ounce of will he still possessed. He shifted back and released her shoulders. Crouching at her feet he closed his eyes, focusing instead on the controlling tendrils cocooning him. He would not give up, he would not be a puppet again. Never again would he be controlled against his will, he couldn’t do it again, he had barely survived the first time.
“Squall.” Her voice was soft. She sat up and brushed a hand across his cheek, he tried to pull away but could not. “I’m sorry.” Her voice caught in her throat, and she pulled a shard of glass from his face. “I’m so sorry.” He did not move, she did not want him to. “Please look at me.”
He could not refuse. She looked almost the same as he remembered, a few laugh lines were starting to become permanent but the years had been kind to her. Presently she was crying, her face a mask of sorrow. His tail lashed violently to the side, did she have any idea what she had done?
“I’m so sorry. I never wanted this.” She tucked her legs underneath herself, her pale blue summer dress hiding them from view, “I didn’t understand before, what I did.”
He could feel himself going insane, to be trapped in his own body again, wakeup, wakeup, wakeup.
“I didn’t know.” She shook her head and wiped the tears from her eyes. She regarded him a moment, her hands drawing to her chest. “So much pain,” She closed her eyes, “This wasn’t how I wanted to see you again.” She tilted her head and forced a smile. “You have grown stronger. I won’t be able to hold you forever.” She rubbed her throat. “What will you do?”
He growled darkly, and his tail curled around and uselessly threatened the woman in front of him, “I will see how much difference there is between a Sorceress and a GF. I will consume you.” He ignored the gasps behind him and continued, his voice was rough, and physically painful, but the compulsion forced him to say exactly what was on his mind. “I will savour every part of you, from your soft organs to your hard bones. I will eat your magic itself and you will not create another like you. If you release me now, I will kill you first. Otherwise, I do believe I will greatly enjoy your screams, Rinoa.” His tail pulled away from her, and curled around his bare feet.
She smiled genuinely, “If anyone could steal a fragment of Hyne it would be you.” She glanced around them, “Deal with your people. You have work to do.” She rose to her feet, and smirked, “And pants to find.” She swayed, drunk with the magic that returned to her.
Squall scowled and rose smoothly to his feet. His towel had been lost in his bid for freedom, not that he cared, growing up with communal showers had erased any sense of body shyness long ago. He scanned the faces of the small group assembled. Zell was staring at his tail, his eyes tracking its every movement. Seifer was pointedly not looking at him, as was Laguna. Odine was trying study him, shifting excitedly from one foot to the other.
Xu was watching his face, she must have been worried out of her mind. She always worried about him. Seeing Seifers’ arms around her was beginning to bother him however and his fingers twitched towards the weapon he did not have. “Xu, status?” He tried to make the inquiry all business but it sounded far to needy for his liking, he needed to know he hadn’t hurt her, again. He would never forgive himself if he had.
She pulled at Seifer’s arms, “No civilian deaths, and your belts are salvageable.” She glared up at Seifer to let her go.
Squall raised an eyebrow, that had not been what he meant. No matter, he would ask later in private.
Seifer released her and stepped back his hands raised, his eyes wary. He paused before curiosity got the better of him. “Is it always so fluffy?” He tilted his head, the welding goggles on his head catching the light.
“What?” He looked down to his tail, every hair was standing on end. With effort he lay the hair flat once more. Why had it done that?
Rinoa giggled behind him, and his tail fluffed uncontrollably again. He sighed, great, now everyone knew how terrified he was. He felt like he was going to burst he was so full of emotion, he refused to break down in front of everyone however and glared at Zell instead. He held out a hand, “Your spare uniform.” He demanded, his claws flexing in a ‘give me’ gesture.
Zell blinked and looked at his hand stupidly for a moment. “Oh, right.” He dug into his pocket and retrieved the spare uniform all SeeD carried. “Here.”
Squall took it, careful to keep his talons from harming the man. Tucking the folded uniform under his arm he turned to go back into the room he had burst out of. He needed a moment to gather himself as well as pull the shards of glass out of his skin, they were starting to sting.
Rinoa giggled again as he walked past, she was drunk on magic and having trouble standing. Her control was absolute however, and he could not attack her, despite his efforts. She waved a hand and the Silence spell on him dissipated. Shiva brushed against his thoughts, her concern drowning out the others. He refused to acknowledge the sorceress and moved to open the door.
“Squall?” Laguna’s voice cracked. He had knowingly imprisoned his own son, and Squall could not blame him. That was the part that hurt the most. He understood why this horrible turn of events had occurred. An entire continent of people was not worth one man, no matter whose son he was. It was this or death. And at the moment he wasn’t sure which he preferred.
Squall’s frustration, anger and hopelessness surged within him and though he was in control of his expression he was not in full control of his tail and it lashed to the side. The weapon imbedded several inches of itself into the wall beside the door with a solid sound. “I want all of the security footage, original and copies.” He didn’t need anyone to see what had happened, and he made sure his tone said that he didn’t want to see Laguna when he came out. He wrenched his tail out of the wall and stormed into the room, closing the door behind him before Laguna could reply.
He leaned against the inside of the door, and fought the urge to scream. What was he going to do? He couldn’t even pretend to be human anymore. He looked down to his hands, how would he maintain control of the SeeD? Would they follow a monster? Would he keep changing? He closed his eyes and banged his head against the door.
Wake up.
His skin was too tight, restricting and ready to split and peel away like ill fitting clothes. He banged his head again.
Wake up.
Maybe it would be best if they just put him down. He would kill Rinoa eventually, but without her control would he kill others? Was he really a monster? He didn’t feel like one, he just felt like himself.
He pushed off the door, Rinoa wanted him to hurry up. He shook his head to try and clear it. He had a job to do. He would use her control to his advantage and see the SeeD exam to completion. Everything else could wait until then.
He flicked on the light and moved across the room, placing the uniform on a patch of the bed that wasn’t soaked in his blood. He quickly dealt with the shards of glass in his arms, his claws working extraordinarily well as tweezers. A small Cure brought him back to one hundred percent. He pulled the pants on and quickly discovered a problem. Having his tail tucked into the back of the pants was incredibly uncomfortable. He pulled them off and stared at them for a moment.
“I wonder…” He ripped the rear seam and pulled them on again. Much better, he sighed, relieved he would still be able to wear pants. At least his luck wasn’t so bad that he’d be stuck wearing something ridiculous like a skirt.
He would just have to find a way to hold the torn seam together around his tail or the pants would fall off. A couple of safety pins or a belt would do the trick. Squall snorted, the one time he needed a belt for practical purposes and he didn’t have any. His mind immediately thought of Xu, she always had strange bits and pieces on her. He hesitated though, the last time they had been alone with each other he had nearly attacked her. Perhaps, perhaps it was time to be honest with his deputy headmaster, honest with himself. It would be better to drive her away with the truth now while he was under control, than harm her later. He felt his gut clench at the thought of losing her. Having this disaster not be a dream would be better than that.
He took a breath and raised his voice to be heard in the hallway. “Xu, do you have any safety pins?” He heard the door open behind him after a moment. He held still, unsure about his decision.
He heard her sigh, close the door and walk closer, “What did you want to talk about?”
Squall smiled despite himself, she knew him too well. He looked over his shoulder, “Actually, I do need a couple of safety pins.” He looked away again. He could smell her now, it was familiar and comforting, the knot in his gut eased just a bit.
She dug in one of her pockets, “You aren’t going to stab me if I touch you?”
He shrugged, his tail mimicking the movement, “I hope not.”
She stepped close enough for him to feel her breath on his back. She held it and placed her palm on the fur at the base of his spine. “It’s soft.” She stroked the black fur tentively.
Squall shuddered, every hair had a nerve ending, and the cascade of sensation made him gasp. It felt incredible, and he was suddenly very glad she was behind him and not in front. Her hand left his back and he leaned back and whined before he could stop himself.
Xu chuckled and pet him again. “I take it that feels good?” She dug her fingertips into the fur and scratched.
“Ngh-ah!” He gasped and leaned back into her fingers. It felt so good, suddenly he couldn’t remember why he was tense and upset, the sensation filling a deep seated need he hadn’t known he had and his mind went blissfully blank. Her scratching fingers slowly slid down his tail and he began purring only half aware of the world around him. He couldn’t focus on anything but the sensation. Pure and intense, like adrenaline fuelled sex, with the worlds best masseuse.
Xu’s fingers returned to the base of his tail and she dug her fingers in until his spine arched. She held it up for a moment before easing up and smoothing the fur down. “I always did think of you like a big cat.”
“What?” He asked around his purr, brain not quite engaged.
She chuckled lightly, “All cats enjoy having that spot scratched. It’s nice to see you are not an exception.” She tugged the waistband of his borrowed pants tight and began pinning them closed.
He forced his purr to soften and stop, as the seriousness of his situation crashed back down on him like a tsunami. “Why aren’t you afraid of me?”
Her hands paused, he felt more than heard her sigh. “Why are you afraid of yourself?”
Squall shook his head, not surprised that she hadn’t answered his question. HIs tail twitched and curled around Xu without touching her. The truth, he reminded himself. “I want to hurt you.”
“There are many kinds of hurt.” She softly stroked the fur on his tail, tracing the red lines. “Would you kill me?”
“No.” He felt a surge of protectiveness and his tail tightened until it wrapped around her waist. “I would kill any who tried.”
“Then what is there to fear?” She placed her palms on his shoulder blades and she breathed in deep, “You are still you. The way you think, the way you act, the way you smell.” She chuckled, “Although you are a lot easier to read with this.” She leaned back and patted the tail now wrapped around her waist. “Soon everyone will know you aren’t as emotionless as you pretend.” Her hands returned to pinning the pants closed.
“But I-“ He hesitated, he needed her to understand, but he didn’t want her to fear him, she would leave, like everyone else. Everyone always left, he drove them away.
She grabbed his hips and forced him to turn around. His tail forcing them to stand almost touching. She looked into his eyes, her expression slightly annoyed but her dark eyes held something deeper, worry and concern and something he was afraid to identify, something that made his stomach clench. “Say it Squall. No more dodging, no more lying. What you want?”
He looked away, his tail tightened around her waist, a small part of him realized it must have been painfully tight by now. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. She deserved nothing less. “I want-“ Squall had never thought of himself as shy, but if he made her understand she would leave and he didn’t want to be abandoned again. “You…I…” He managed, feeling his face grow warm. “I want to-” He faltered, thinking it was far easier than saying it, and Xu’s scent was stronger with her so close and he was finding it difficult to not grab her with his claws, to shove her against the nearest solid object and make her bleed and scream for him.
Xu smiled, “There are times I almost gave up on you. Thinking that what happened then really didn’t mean anything to you.” She tilted her head, “But then you look at me like that and…” A shiver ran down her spine and she licked her lips, her scent growing stronger. He frowned slightly, her scent had not changed, yet she was obviously aroused, so why couldn’t he smell any change?
Squall blinked, “What?” His mind tripped over itself to catch up. Then? But he attacked her, was going to…
Her smile twisted into a smirk. “I almost had you in the elevator this morning.” She traced the line of his hips with a finger, “It’s all I’ve been able to think about all day.” She shook her head, “If you weren’t such a hard person to read I would have been far more forward with you.” She poked him sharply in the side. “You’ve been a very bad kitty.”
He flinched from the unexpected jab, his mind still scrambling to keep up, had that been only this morning? “Kitty?” Why did everyone insist on giving him nicknames?
“Yes, Kitty.” She tugged on his tail. “As weird as it is to say, the tail suits you.” She unwound the furred appendage from around her waist. “Now finish getting dressed so we can go home. I’m sure Eden is starving.” She stepped back from him, letting his tail slide out of her hands, her smile playful.
He grabbed the jacket from where he had tossed it, his thoughts in too many places at once, the echo of her fingers wreaking havoc with his skin. “I’m not hungry.”
He froze.
“I’m not hungry…” He looked over to Xu in shock, why hadn’t he noticed it sooner? Quickly searching his mind for the spot that Eden usually occupied, he called to her. There was no response. “She’s gone.” He whispered, feeling the loss like a gaping wound. Another GF absorbed into himself, now he had only two left.
“Gone? Like the others?” She reached towards him unconsciously, concerned.
He nodded numbly, now that he was focusing on it he could feel the lack of hunger. It was a strange feeling, he had been living with that constant gnawing for so many years. He lost focus on his surroundings, “What am I?” Everything was happening too quickly, his world was spiralling out of control.
Xu’s face hardened and she stood at attention, “You are Squall Loire, formerly Leonhart, Commander of the SeeDs. You are an introverted, hardworking and powerful man who sacrifices everything for others. You also look damn fine naked.” She smirked before continuing, her voice growing softer. “You are you. What you look like doesn’t matter, we have followed you to the ends of the world, nothing will change that.”
He stood a little straighter, she was right, she had to be right. He pulled on the uniform jacket, he had a job to do. A job he was good at. “I’m sure we have lots of paperwork waiting for us.” He clung to the veneer of normalcy paperwork represented.
She held up a finger and waggled it at him. “It is still your day off. You are doing no work today.”
He blinked, “How long was I out for?”
She shrugged, “Only a few hours. You’re a hard man to keep unconscious.” She gestured to the door. “Shall we then? I’m sure you want to shower.” She wiped her hands on her uniform skirt, the dark colour concealing the blood well.
He nodded and moved to the door, the safety pins pressed noticeably onto the top of his tail. He twitched it side to side to see if he could make it more comfortable.
“Are they digging in?” She eyed his rear, eyebrow raised.
“It feels weird. I’ll get used to it.” He shrugged.
She ‘hmm’ed in thought, “I’ll have to experiment a little. I’ll steal a pair of your pants when we get back.”
He felt the ball of tension in his gut ease just a little. She really wasn’t going to run away from him, it seemed like things were going to remain the same as they always were. He paused at the door. “Xu?”
“Yes sir?” She replied automatically to his serious tone.
“I need you to promise me you won’t attack Rinoa.”
“What? Why? If she dies then you are free.” He grimaced.
Squall shook his head, “I’ll be forced to protect her. Please, please don’t make me do that.” He could hear the pleading tone in his voice and didn’t care.
“I understand. I will watch her though, I don’t want you to be alone with her.” She placed her hand over his arm, “She mentioned that she has to stay close to you. That she may not be able to control you if you are far enough apart.” Her fingers tightened almost painfully, “If a perfect opportunity presents itself, I will take it.”
He covered her hand with his, “Thanks.” He felt Rinoa tug at his strings, and he shot a snarl at the door, knowing exactly where she was on the other side. Bringing himself under control once more he sighed. “She’s getting impatient. Let’s go.” He released Xu’s hand reluctantly, wanting to avoid Rinoa for as long as he could.
He steeled his expression and opened the door, stepping into the hallway his bare feet noticed the hall floor was cold.
Rinoa was collapsed on the bench against the wall, giggling to herself, not even upright anymore. Her eyes literally glowed with magic, he could taste it from across the hall. Odine looked torn between studying a newly freed Rinoa and his own mutated self. Zell was leaning against the wall holding a box of what he hoped was the security footage. Seifer and Laguna were nowhere in sight.
“I got all the tapes boss.” Zell shook the box. “Ready when you are.” He oozed false cheer, a familiar coping mechanism to any who knew him.
He glowered at Rinoa, who broke into another fit of hysterics. “I assume you will be staying in Balamb.”
She grinned, madness edging in, and nodded, unable to breathe enough to talk. She lifted her arms in a ‘carry me’ gesture.
Squall felt his tail sweep across behind him, a long motion that ended with a flick, displaying his irritation to the world.
She was just as light as he remembered, her skin heated with un-cast magic. He leaned her against his chest, and she curled up as he lifted her, one arm under her knees the other around her back. She was still trembling with laugher and desperately trying to get her breathing under control.
“Xu, take point.” She snapped a salute.
“Zell, you’re interference.” He nodded, arms still full.
He shifted Rinoa in his arms, “Let’s get this over with.”
Xu dashed off ahead, signalling ‘all clear’ once she scanned both sides. Zell followed next, eyes alert for movement and Squall brought up the rear, glaring at Dr. Odine to stay away.
Thankfully it was late enough that they only ran into trouble once. Instructor Aki had been haunting the atrium looking for students breaking curfew. Zell had handled it brilliantly.
“Hey Aki check it out, I just got another set of pictures developed! You gotta take a look!”
Aki had quickly disappeared, Zell’s baby pictures had become something of a legend among SeeDs.
Zell was chuckling when they caught up at the elevator. “I love bugging him.” He turned serious. “Permission to leave sir?”
Squall nodded. “Go home Zell. You’ve earned it.”
The blonde grinned and handed the box to Xu. “Thanks boss.” He snapped a lazy salute and ran off.
Squall looked down at the limp sorceress in his arms. She had passed out durning the short flight in and was curled up against his chest. He tried to drop her, maybe she would hit her head he thought wistfully.
His muscles twitched but his grasp was firm. He growled a sigh.
“Come on sir.” Xu nudged him gently into the now open elevator. She didn’t question his decision to bring her to his suite and for that he was thankful. Although Rinoa seemed to be letting him retain control of his voice and expresion, she had an iron grip on everything else, even in her sleep.
They rode up in silence, his tail drifting towards Xu whenever he stopped thinking about it. They exited and walked across his office his tail pushing aside the tapestry to his rooms.
Xu was still standing by the office door, hesitating.
“Xu?” That knot in his guts tightened. She was going to leave him alone with her. Because he always wanted to be left alone. Because he always turned away any hint of human interaction. Why would he think she would do anything different this time?
Her expression firmed, it seems she was better at reading him than he’d thought, and she shook her head slightly. “I said wouldn’t leave you alone with her, and I won’t.” She muttered low enough he knew he wasn’t meant to hear. Lifting her chin she strode across the room and through the archway.
He followed, relieved beyond words that he wasn’t going to be left alone tonight.
Xu was standing in his living room holding the box and turned to face him when he entered. “Where do you want this?”
He shrugged, using his tail more than his shoulders, “Wherever.” He needed to put Rinoa down. Needed to put as much space between them as he could. He could feel her magic under his skin, hooked and barbed marionette strings.
He tucked her into his bed, shoes and all, trying his hardest to touch her as little as possible, and fled back to his living room and the promise of company.
Xu had placed the box of security footage on the kitchen counter and was running her fingers over the cracked leather hilt of his old Revolver gunblade. It almost looked reverent, like she was touching something both fragile and precious. He collapsed onto his couch, and let his head fall back with a sigh, shifting to let his tail curl to the side.
How was he going to hide it? The claws he could hide with gloves but the tail? Somehow he didn’t think his SeeDs would take their leader having a tail so well. He closed his eyes, all he had to do was wake up. Everything would be fine if he could just wake up.
Cool hands squeezed his shoulders.
He stiffened and opened his eyes. Xu looked down at him from behind the couch. Her hands squeezed again and shifted closer to his neck, thumbs rubbing hard against his stiff muscles. He winced, her thumbs seemed to pinch his nerves; twisting his shoulders slightly he tried to pull away.
She held him back against the couch with surprising strength, surprise keeping him still. Her hands continued to dig into his shoulders.
He winced again, “What are you doing?” His tail thumped on the couch cushions in irritation.
She raised an eyebrow, “Is that a rhetorical question?” Her fingers shifted, finding a particularly tense spot.
He forcefully twisted out of her grasp with a hiss of pain and turned to look at her fully. “I’d think anyone would ask why they were being hurt by someone they trusted.”
Her breath sucked through her teeth. She looked torn between confusion, pride and something that looked suspiciously like pity. “Has no one ever rubbed your shoulders before?”
He tilted his head unsure if she was being serious or not. When she just waited for his reply he thought about it. “I’m not in the habit of letting people touch me.” She should know that, they had worked together long enough.
She glanced away, “Do you really trust me?”
“With my life.” He replied before he could think about it.
“Then trust me now.” She ducked her head. “Please.”
He hesitated. “My body hurts me enough, I don’t need you adding to it.”
She grimaced. “I’m sorry sir.” Her fingers twisted together in a rare display of uncertainty. “Sometimes, I forget you were raised here.” He narrowed his eyes, “If I’d realized you were carrying an entire lifetime of tension in your shoulders, I would have been more gentle.”
She really did sound sorry, and his shoulders still tingled from where she had been touching him. “Fine.” He decided, twisting back the way he had been. “But only because I trust you.” He made sure his tone implied that said trust was riding on her actions now.
Her fingers pressed against his neck and drew across his shoulders, before running in small circles back to where they started. It was far softer, and didn’t hurt this time. Her thumbs gently forced his head forward as they worked their way up his vertebrae.
“Relax.” Her breath ghosted in his ear, and he was suddenly aware of how her scent seemed to envelop him, a warm familiar cocoon. She was leaning over the back of the couch, her body heat warming the air above his skin. “Relax.”
Her fingers began pressing harder, forcing tense muscles to separate and move. Her fingers were warming, and this time it didn’t hurt, it felt amazing. Fingers became knuckles as she worked stubborn knots out. Her quiet grunts of effort as she bore all her weight to the task sent shivers down his spine.
He was vaguely aware of leaning back into her warmth, her breath warm and wet on the shell of his ear as she chuckled. “That’s it.” Her fingers dug into his collarbone, “Relax.” She pulled him back tight against her chest and let her fingers work their way up his neck.
When her now warm hands knotted in his hair, his head almost on her shoulder, he began purring absently, unable to stop himself. She hummed appreciatively in return and gently pushed his head down. “Lie down on your chest.” Her hands pushed him to comply. “It’s okay. Trust me.” She whispered when he hesitated.
Deciding that this felt too good to stop he did as she asked. The couch dipped with her weight when she stepped over the back and settled on his thighs. He jerked in surprise when her warm hands were suddenly under his borrowed jacket and against bare skin.
She chuckled darkly, “So jumpy.” Her hands ran along his spine, leaving fire behind. “Relax.”
He grumbled under his breath, the sound far more impressive than it used to be, and flattened himself back down, resting his head on his arms.
She chuckled again, and continued the massage.
He wasn’t sure when he closed his eyes, or when his jacket seemed to disappear, but he was floating in a warm fuzzy haze and couldn’t be bothered to care. He had never been this relaxed in his life. Her hands left warm trails that lingered, a tingling that coursed through his whole body and pooled pleasantly in his abdomen.
“Sir?” her fingers hesitated.
“Hmm?”
“Why did you hide that you liked me?”
Somehow, in the pleasant haze, the magnitude of that question didn’t register and he answered honestly. “Because I wanted you to say yes.”
Her fingers turned contemplative, “Wouldn’t that have been a good thing?”
His tail flicked. Where was she going with this? It was distracting.
She sighed, resting her shaking fists on his lower back. “Were you waiting until retirement to find happiness for yourself? Or did it just never cross your mind?” She almost sounded angry.
He frowned, “Why would I look for something I can’t have?” Life had proven that lesson quite effectively. HIs tail thumped on the floor.
“Oh Squall.” She seemed to collapse on top of him until her forehead rested on the back of his neck. “If anyone deserves happiness after all that’s happened.” She sighed and ran her hand lightly up his arm.
He was expecting her weight to become uncomfortable but it didn’t. It was actually relaxing in it’s own way, having her flush to him, her breasts pressing into his shoulder blades , her thighs still straddling his.
Somehow, he wasn’t surprised when her lips pressed to the back of his neck, warm and wet. “Why are you so afraid of being happy?” Her breath cooled the wet patch and it sent a shiver down his spine.
“I’m not afraid.” He shrugged with his tail, not wanting to dislodge her. He really wasn’t, it was just a fact. “It’s just something I can’t have. I am content, it is enough.”
She sighed and went limp against him, relaxing completely. He could feel her heartbeat against his spine, it was slow and steady. Her breathing slowed and deepened as well, her breath ghosting across his shoulder, her cheek resting between them.
“Xu?”
“Mmm?”
He shifted his weight. “Are you going to spend the whole night there?”
She pressed her face against him, “Yes.” He could feel the curve of her smile.
He sighed, and shifted again. “Whatever.” It’s not like she was that heavy, although his skin seemed to stick to her almost like she was wearing leather, it was an odd feeling, but he ignored it, still floating contentedly in a bubble of relaxation.
She giggled faintly and gently bit the curve of his shoulder, more tongue than teeth.
The sensation went straight down his spine like lightning. He flexed his hips into the couch unconsciously, a half growl, half moan escaping his lips.
Xu’s fingernails clawed down his sides, and she bit him harder, encouraged by his reaction.
His instincts screamed at him. He would not submit to anyone, especially not an unclaimed female in heat. He snarled and grabbed her wrist, twisting on the wide couch to pull her under him. She did not resist, only having time for a muffled exclamation before he pinned her stomach to the couch underneath him.
He firmly grasped her neck in his teeth, resting his weight across her hips to keep her in place. She trembled and made a whining noise, her heart thumping hard enough for him to hear. Satisfied he had made his point he released her and lapped at the sweat forming between her shoulder blades. The rational part of his mind wondered why she was topless, when it had happened and what was he doing? All of it was ignored in favour of focusing on the wonderfully female taste of the milky white skin under him.
She twisted to look him, “Squall?” He looked up. “Your eyes-“ She trailed off into a moan when he rubbed his arousal against her, making his interest plain. It had been so long since he had mated last, and although she smelled interested, without a tail it was hard to gauge properly. Her head dropped down, exposing her neck. Pleased with her reaction he gripped her neck again, she pressed up to meet him moaning loudly.
He held her against him, supporting most of her weight on his claws, her skin was smooth against his own and her blood scented the air like a delicate perfume. Shifting himself off her thighs he lifted her enough she could support her own weight on her knees. His growl was deep and throaty when she rocked back into him with a moan of her own.
He ran his claws down her back, sucking greedily at the blood that welled from the thin lines. The smell of her arousal spiked at the pain and the thick dangerously feminine scent made his breath catch in his chest. His rubbing took on a new urgency, the little friction he was getting wasn’t enough. He needed slick heat not dry rubbing.
Shifting off her he pulled her skirt over her hips and roughly pulled down bright scarlet panties with it. She gasped in surprise, but groaned when he buried his face in the core of her scent. She was hot and slick and very aroused. He lapped at her flushed folds, encouraged by the sounds that left her lips. His claws dug into her hips to keep her in place as she tried to rock back, the smell of her blood growing stronger, mixing with her musk to create something heady and intoxicating.
Something in his lower body shifted uncomfortably as he tested to see if she was prepared enough by thrusting his tongue inside her. Her increase in pitch and clenching around the flexible muscle distracted him from the almost painful feeling his rational brain was beginning to associate with his sudden mutations.
He made sure she was properly clean using his rough tongue to great advantage, her almost bitter taste driving him deeper for more. She writhed and pushed back, small pleading noises lost among panting gasps and moans. He alternated between swirling his tongue around the hard bundle of nerves at her entrance, and seeing how long his tongue really was.
It wasn’t long before her whole body grew taunt, trembling muscles slicked with sweat. Her wordless cries grew in both volume and pitch, and her hips flexed helplessly. Swirling his tongue inside her one more time he sucked her clit between his teeth. The sharp pain made her cry out and her body convulsed, lost to her orgasm. Releasing the sensitive flesh he gently cleaned her, every swipe of his tongue earning a shiver and a gasp.
Satisfied she was prepared properly he pulled away, licking his lips and chin. She whimpered and he pulled her skirt past her feet and out of the way, lapping at the trails of blood his claws had left on her hips. He fumbled with the catch of his pants before just ripping them away impatiently. He was again made aware of the vague sense of wrongness about his body as his erection swung free of the restricting fabric.
Dismissing the feeling he settled himself over her, sucking on the skin of her neck, making absolutely sure she was still fully interested. After all, mating with a female as strong as this was something of a dance, move too fast and risk an attack. Move too slow and meet the same fate.
“Please…” She whined as she rocked back, nearly impaling herself. Purring loudly to relax her, he shifted and flexed. The world became slick velvet heat so tight it almost hurt as she clamped down on his intrusion. Her back arched to meet his chest as he gave an experimental thrust.
It wasn’t quite right, there was no friction in the slick motion, he thrust harder, not quite sure what it was he was looking for. Already weak from orgasm, his rough thrust overbalanced them and she collapsed onto the couch, only held up by his claws on her hips. He leaned into the next thrust and her groan was deep and muffled by the soft surface.
Growling in frustration he pulled out of her. She whined, too far gone to form words. He bit her hip in anger, sharp front teeth drawing blood. She hissed at him in return, the pain unexpected and he let go, not willing to risk an attack when her fingers flicked to the black bands of leather around her wrists; a part of him smugly pleased she was still armed, even as he snarled in frustration.
Why was his body so wrong? Savagely, he clawed at the too tight skin around his hips. With a wet sound it tore free. The pain was sharp, but strangely relieving, like scratching an itch till it bled. Peeling away the offending pink flesh he distracted his, now restless, female by running his tongue along her back and neck.
Quickly tearing the last of the constricting meat away he absently tossed in his his mouth, the bland taste did nothing to sate his rather empty stomach. Running his rough tongue along her sweat slicked skin he breathed in the scent of blood and sex mingled with her own musk and felt something slide. He glanced down, and watched his member, red as blood and just as wet, slide out of it’s dark furry sheath, the hundreds of tiny white spines ringing the arrow shaped head standing in sharp contrast to the dark skin. He grinned, that was better. He would fix this body yet.
Gripping his mate to his chest he mounted her again, one short, sharp thrust had him seated firmly inside her once more. She gasped in surprise at the sudden movement, tight muscles clamping down.
Slowly he withdrew, the spines catching and tearing the delicate walls of flesh. She screamed and twisted in pain. He purred loud, the dragging friction shooting across his nerves. He gripped the writhing female tighter to his body and thrust in again, her blood temporarily making the motion even more slick. She panted a whine, her long muscles drawn taunt against his sweat slicked skin. Adjusting his grip he pulled them both upright, letting her weight drive him deeper. His tail lashed to the side to help maintain balance as the soft surface gave under his knees.
Her hands weakly lifted to knot in his mane, her head fell back against his shoulder and she bathed his neck in wet, open mouthed kisses. Slowly, ever so slowly, so slowly he could feel as each spine caught and tore at thin abused walls, he pulled out. Muscles trembled with the effort and her teeth clamped on his neck as her fingers pulled painfully at his hair. Tear, catch, pull, tear, a thousand times all at once, the cascading sensation pulled a groan from deep in his chest.
He stopped at her entrance, quivering, taunt and breathless. She bathed his neck in nipping kisses working her way to his jaw. She was drawn tight, arched against his chest like a bow. He lowered his head and gripped her well muscled shoulder in his teeth, canines nearly piercing soft slick flesh. She latched her teeth on his ear as he trembled, not sure what he was waiting for, the air cold on blood soaked skin.
Her breath was hot and wet, “Please,” she gasped, “Again.”
All pre-tense of control was lost with those two small words. He slammed into her, only his claws on her sides and his teeth, now buried deep in her shoulder, holding her upright. Her gasp became a scream as he pulled out with a snap of his hips, driving in before the blood even had time to well.
Her back arched clear off his chest as he maintained the cruel pace, her screams subsiding to choked, gasping moans. He bit deeper into her shoulder, holding on the only way he knew how. He was lost to tight, hot, slick, dragging, panting motion. Blood on his tongue and smeared across their bodies, sweaty and slick, muscles flexing and hearts pumping. Molten heat poured down his spine and pooled low in his belly; coiling tighter and tighter with every slap of skin, every gasped noise sounding suspiciously like ‘harder’ and ‘more’. His muscles screamed in protest and the pressure built, he was going to burst, split apart at the seams. His steady rhythm faltered as she squeezed tighter, her own climax approaching, he couldn’t hold back any more.
Her scream joined with his roar, heads thrown back in unison, the world washed away by cascading pleasure and pain, each bleeding into the other.
He fell back onto his calves, thighs aching and sore, his mate limp against his chest, body still pulsing. The panting filled silence was only broken by her hiss as his, now spent, penis retracted back into his body, scraping one last time over tender, broken skin. He lapped at the blood running freely from her shoulder apologetically. She wriggled in his grasp, twisting to try and face him.
He let her, knowing of a female’s need to roll onto her back after mating. He held her loosely, still wary of an attack as she straddled his hips.
She was flushed and tear stained, and he was almost overcome with an urge to gently clean her face. She smiled, a little sadly, “Are you still in there Squall?” His head tilted in confusion. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. He barely had time to react before she pulled away again. “Please, try to remember I wanted this, wanted you.” Sighing she let herself fall back onto the couch off his lap, wincing and curling onto her right side when her shoulder hit the fabric. “You really know how to put a girl through her paces.” She looked up at him, lips quirked in mischief, “I demand snuggles as payment.”
He snorted, no one demanded anything of him. However, keeping his new mate happy was good, and he wanted to make sure her wounds were okay. Stretching he settled behind her, letting his tail drape over both sets of legs. She pressed back against his chest with a contented sigh. “You’re Warm.”
Gently he cleaned the blood from her shoulder, the wound was deep, but not dangerous. Letting the magic that flowed under his skin to gather in his mouth, he sucked on the punctures, keeping them blood free as the magic did it’s work. The spell cast, he pulled back to examine his work, the bleeding had stopped but the wound had not sealed over. He had bit her deeper than he thought, magic would not repair the damage that was left. He whined an apology and gave it one more swipe with his tongue.
She winced, “Would you cut that out, it hurts.” She slapped his thigh to make her point.
He huffed and relaxed against her, resting his chin on the top of her head. He hadn’t meant to injure her, she was just so fragile. Draping an arm over her and pulling her tightly to his chest, he listened as her breathing slowed and deepened. Closing his eyes he let her scent cocoon him and he drifted away to nightmares of spider webs and falling.
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Whew, that took far longer than I liked to write. Hope I didn't scare too many people off.
Lesson for the day, if you ever get the chance to sleep with a cat boy, always ask. How much cat? Barbed penises? Not fun. (Unless your a pain slut of course ^.=.^)
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