Mistresses of the World of Ruin

One by one, the party members entered the bed with her, as she turned to each and adoringly gazed upon them, approving of their slow, thoughtless movements. Was it real?

"Under the covers, my kittens," she said lovingly, "It's time for your meal, and then for you to sleep in my paws."

They obediently followed. Terra kissed Locke on the cheek as she opened her eyes and simultaneously fondled Mog's cheek with her silken glove.

"You'd like to savor my smooth, soft pantyhose, wouldn't you..." she said, slowly pulling up the satiny covers, sealing them inside the bed. They prostrated themselves- all four of them: Relm, Mog, Setzer, Locke, as she gently took turns preparing them for the most sinister, intimate moment of their lives. They were literally climbing into bed with who they came to fight, who they came to save. She smiled, knowing this. Up, up, and it was done. The whole party was tucked in, under the covers, with her. The party was tucked in, ready to enter a long, deep sleep.

"Now, savor the moment... reach down, savor me," she suggested, as they began to run their hands up and down... up and down the soft fabric. Each party member purred as they ran their hands up and down. As Terra dangled her legs casually, enjoying the worship they received from her former teammates, the situation looked more grim. It was unlikely that this could happen outside the influence of her spell.

"Would you like to save your progress right here," she teased, blowing a kiss, and softly following with a peck on Relm's cheek, "I'll make it so that every time you restart, you'll start right where you belong."

"Yes..." breathed Relm, who brought her lips near Terra's and planted a gentle kiss on her lips, breaking it to whisper, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Relm, no," stammered Locke. His mind was growing fuzzy, but he batted some of the covers down and Terra slowly, defiantly brought them up over him again. She hooked his head and massaged his hair with her glove while she broke the kiss with Relm. Relm's eyes began to fill with a beautiful pinkness as she nuzzled up to Terra. Locke began to come to a horrible realization- that their plan to 'willingly' give in backfired and they merely fell into a trap of complete overkill. His eyes widened and Terra turned around lazily and met his lips, as well. She held the kiss- which tasted a combination of Rafflesia and the sweetest ambrosia, and through his mind raced every possible whisper of a word of submission in quick, deep succession: "Relax, surrender, submit, give in, let go, yield, supplicate, give up, forfeit, loooose." Over and over, until he gently broke the kiss, his last ounce of resistance hanging on by a gentle thread that she was ready to pluck. He panted, completely at her mercy.

But Terra didn't want to take Locke. Not yet. She had to work on the others and make it sweet. He stumbled and thanked the heavens that she held off from one more kiss. Setzer and Mog were still worshipping her. Who knew if they were still on board. Locke poked Setzer who was near him, trying not to alert Terra, who was currently wrapped around Mog. The moogle's eyes showed no emotion- he could do no reading as to if he was alright or about to fall.

Setzer turned around, and showed no expression. Locke winked, raised his eyebrows. Still, nothing. Completely vacant. But he noticed Relm from the corner of his eye. She winked to him, despite the fact that her eyes were pink. And she seemed to... still have that spark of spunk, of personality. She made an eye motion to Terra while she was distracted, and then a pucker. Was she telling Locke to kiss her? Locke gave a puzzled look with his last bit of strength as he spooned Terra underneath the covers. Relm was giving him both a death sentence and music for his heart. He wanted nothing more than to just kiss and give in. But, he wasn't certain if Relm was hypnotized and sabotaging him to give in, or if she was truly going along with the plan. If there was something that she could do, this was definitely the worst thing. So Locke had a decision on his hands. Should he go along with Relm's impromptu plan? Was it a trap?

Terra broke her embrace with Mog, who said, "Kupo..." in a yearning tone. Locke, in a fit of lust, having brushed up against her gown, began to massage the back of Terra as he gave in completely to her. Sometimes the best way to give in is just to consider the joy of a choice, of the option- of the suggestion that Relm made. Terra smiled, knowing that he had lost, finally, and turned around, wrapping her legs around Locke and met his lips with a deep kiss. He moaned as her dark sexual energy consumed him completely and cut the very last fiber of his resistance, and everything they had fought for was just about over. She decided to make his defeat grand- she continued to rub him, removing hopes of resistance, and flickered her tongue, breathing her sweet perfumed breath deep inside him while keeping up the slow, sensual but slightly moist kiss.

Being a hero had been fun. Resisting the charms had been a valiant effort, but there comes a point when heroes are human too. Locke reasoned that there was only so much a human could do. But this same reasoning was exactly what Terra wanted him to think.

That's when Relm jumped on her opportunity. Relm had taken the opportunity and withdrew the Starlet magicite, smiling to Locke at his bravery (or lack thereof) and with all her might, drilling the magicite deep between the legs and into the pussy of Terra, who cried in rapture and agony. The glittering esper disappeared under the covers as the party was blasted several feet away in a surge of energy, with a volcano of healing and light rippling through the folds of Terra's flesh.

She was apparently using the esper as a well of power to purify Terra and break the spell over her, and it appeared to be working. Terra yelled as her once-sinister eyes began to clear up and she looked ahead with a look of disdain at her situation. The party members gradually recovered, and Locke came to, still wondering what was going on after he gave in to the kiss. This made his head explode in even more thought, as all of a sudden, the whole journey just seemed... meaningless.

The work of Starlet was just about done. The power dissipated throughout the room as Terra lay there, motionless. Relm cautiously advanced and said, "Terra?" The covers were down, Terra was sweaty, her pantyhose were torn and her dress was exposed, but she managed to bring her arm down to pull out the wet magicite and stroke herself slightly as she weakly moved her hips to and fro. She then opened her eyes and said, "Relm?"

The rest of the party jumped up and ran, hugging Terra. The plan had worked. They had just about given in- been at the absolute brink, but Relm managed to keep her cool even after kissing Terra and allowing her eyes to turn pink. That took tremendous willpower.

Somehow, she had managed to do it. Relm even cast a spell to fake her eyes turning pink. And in doing this, she did a justice supremely great for the heroes. She convinced them that it WAS possible to resist these seductresses, no matter how hard. No matter how difficult and haphazard and risky, they now had a plan to make this happen.

Terra began to explain to the party how she had been seduced and converted- how the girls covered her in Rafflesias and made love to her constantly, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm until she became a sex-crazed maniac. She told him the training she went through, and how her mind was completely numbed. She was turned into a machine that desired to enslave the party.

"But I learned some of their secrets, too," Terra said with a weak smile. She was still recovering after the magical roller coaster she had been on over the last several days.

"All the girls are controlled by Goddess," she continued, "They worship Goddess, and that is the source of their powers. Edgar, Cyan, and Terra have been converted and may have less time than I do, especially since Starlet will need time to recharge."

"What does that mean?" asked Setzer, still recovering from his daze.

"That means we need to destroy Goddess to end this once and for all. Otherwise she will keep making more, and we will eventually fall."

"Then we fight," said Locke, with less certainty than ever before. The kiss had him thinking.

"But guys, I have reason to think the L. 80 Magics are coming," said Terra.

"Then we get on a move on, THEN fight!" declared Locke, as the party left, leaving a nasty revelation to the magics that came back. When they had returned to the airship, Terra changed her outfit and got her old equipment back. At least they managed to bring somebody on board, and the next step was the conclusion of their journey: Kefka's Tower.