Rinoa's Education

Spade Flare

The doors slid open and the dark, rusted world spread out before the two. Rinoa stepped out almost cautiously a reminiscent smile on her face. Behind her Lauren slipped inside, looking around with worry. “Where are we?” She asked.
“We’re in the lower levels,” Rinoa said, looking around, her voice echoing off the metal as the only sound. “Squall and I came down here with Zell when Galbadia launched the missiles for the Garden. We came down here to get the place moving.”
“Wow,” Lauren said, looking around with wide eyes. “It’s so . . . dark.”
“Yeah,” Rinoa agreed. She turned back around to Lauren. “Okay, you’re sure you want to do this?”
“I don’t know,” Lauren said hesitantly, still looking around at the hot, humid world beyond her. The arched metal and vaulted ceilings high above only magnified her worry. “You said it was going to be disgusting.”
“Trust me, after you get over it, it’s incredible,” Rinoa assured her. As she spoke, she began to slip her wrist coverings off. Lauren gave Rinoa a cautious look, but started to disrobe as well. The two girls stripped before each other just in front of the elevator, ultimately standing naked in the dark iron world.
“Okay,” Rinoa said, digging through her coat. She took out a small metal ball and a bottle of clear liquid. “Turn around,” She said to Lauren. Obediently, the girl did. Rinoa put the ball down on the ground and squirted a handful of the clear liquid into her hand, then slid it up between Lauren’s legs.
Lauren gasped at the smooth sensation and turned to Rinoa. “What are you doing?”
“Applying the bait,” She said, generously covering Lauren’s nether regions with the lubricant. She handed the bottle to Lauren and turned around. Lauren smiled and squirted out a handful herself. She began to cover Rinoa, but then began to pay additional attention to a single spot. “Hey!” Rinoa gasped as she felt the attention. She turned back around as Lauren stood back.
The two stood together, their bodies glistening with the lubricant. “What’s this for again?” Lauren asked, wiping her hands off on her chest.
“To bait them,” Rinoa said, picking up the metal ball. She pointed towards a walkway behind them, that led into the inner levels. “Now, these things are really nasty, but just let them go and they’ll go after the lubricant. They search out moisture.”
“And they’re going to look for it on us?” Lauren asked, disgust running over her face.
“And in us,” Rinoa said, hitting a spot on the metal ball. A digital display came up, showing five minutes. She thought for a moment, then hit another spot and the timer began to count down. “Okay,” she said carefully putting the ball down on the walkway. She took Lauren’s hand and started to walk across the bridge towards the darker regions.
“What was that?” Lauren asked. But as she spoke, there was a groan of metal.
“Hang on,” Rinoa said, holding Lauren’s hand. Out from underneath the metal bridge came flying a giant blob. White with black spots across it’s bulbous shape, the giant creature seemed to groan, then started towards Lauren and Rinoa.
“Oh god,” Lauren gasped, backing away. “It’s an oilboyle!” But Rinoa supported her, keeping her in position. As the thing came closer, Rinoa glanced back at the ball. The timer read 4:30.
From beneath the oilboyle, a long tentacle shot out at Lauren. She screamed in horror as the tentacle yanked her off her feet and into the air. Holding her upside down, she tried to fight off its hold. But three more tentacles flared out at her, wrapping her arms tightly around her chest, binding her.
More tentacles snaked their way from within the oilboyle, these with large bulbs on the end of their meaty bodies. They swept over Lauren, as if scanning over her. Instantly, two of the long tentacles roamed to the top of her legs and pushed their way inside of her. Lauren threw her head back as the penetration triggered a rush of delight and unexpected joy.
At the same time, more tentacles took hold of her. Wrapping around her other leg, she was spread wide, while a tentacle slithered inside of her mouth, lapping at the corners of her cheeks and searching for more. One final tentacle slithered around her breasts, rolling across her firm skin, drawing itself over her breasts.
Rinoa watched as Lauren was probed and prodded, emotions rushing through her again and again as the oilboyle relentlessly rummaged through her body, leaving no spot unattended as it considered her for moisture. Rinoa breathed out in delighted anticipation and stepped forward. Her footsteps made the metal creek and she heard another groan of metal.
Out from beneath the bridge came flying another oilboyle. This one swept out tentacles for her before it had even landed. Rinoa went willingly with the monster, letting her body be bound and spread wide as she was penetrated all over. She let the sensations run wild inside of her, the emotions surging through her and driving her to scream with joy.
The two girls were held in the air, their bodies vigorously searched for all facets of moisture. Their legs were encircled and stroked, while every opening was given full attention, the lubricant being slowly, deliberately absorbed.
The tentacle drew out from Lauren’s mouth and she closed her lips hard, trying to swallow. “I don’t think I can . . .” She started. But before she could finish, another tentacle shoved its way between her lips, driving itself inside of her. The forceful entrance made Lauren’s body shake with release.
Rinoa glanced out of the corner of her eye over to the metal ball on the floor. The timer was quickly counting away, down to its last few digits. She began to move on her own, fighting to get as much attention out of the tentacles on her own. She pushed herself deeper down on the tentacle between her lips, at the same time relaxing so the other two within her could get deeper inside. She moaned and cried as the hard rush of exhilaration rushed through her.
The timer hit zero.
A high-pitched buzz shot through the air, quickly rising up beyond the audible spectrum. But the two oilboyles suddenly panicked. They withdrew from the two girls, leaving them on the floor and rushing madly towards the safety of the dark spaces beyond the giant bridge. Leaping off, the two giant forms disappeared.
Lauren lay on the ground, gasping, her body still shaking with delight. Rinoa crawled exhaustedly over to her, cradling her in her arms. Lauren shook for a moment longer, then slowed until she clung to Rinoa. She looked up at her and smiled weakly. “That . . . was disgusting.”
“Isn’t it?” Rinoa grinned sleepily.
“But, god, it’s so good,” Lauren moaned in heat, her hips gyrating at the thought. She looked up at Rinoa. “We have got to do this again.”
“I’ve got more lubricant,” Rinoa offered with a mischievous grin. “I can set the timer again.”
“How long did you set it for?” Lauren asked.
“Five minutes.”
“Five?!” Lauren exclaimed. She laid back down into Rinoa’s arms. “It felt like hours.”
“That many orgasms will do that to you,” Rinoa chided.
Lauren gasped, closing her eyes as she brushed her red hair out of her face. “This time, set it for ten minutes.”


The elevator doors slid open and Rinoa stepped out into the walkway. With the first floor echoing far don below, she passed by the pair of students on the walkway by the elevators and walked into the classroom ring. She paused, turning around. Except for the pair by the door, she didn’t see anyone
She hesitated, then walked slowly towards the two. It was a guy and a girl, both in SeeD Candidate uniforms. Rinoa came up behind the guy leaning on the rail and bent over politely. “Hi,” She said with an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m supposed to meet someone here. I don’t suppose you’ve seen . . .” Rinoa stopped.
The boy had a set of cards in his hands.
Rinoa looked at the boy and smiled a bit. “Hi,” She said.
“Hey,” The boy said back with a confident, but friendly smile.
“Hi,” The girl said as well, standing up from the railing.
Rinoa looked from the girl, to the boy, and back. “Let me guess,” She said after a moment. “You’re both Spade.”

The classroom door slid open and the boy led the way in. The hot air immediately made Rinoa breath in, but the boy kept on towards the back of the room. “Where’s he going?” She asked to the girl.
“Ester’s getting the secret door,” The girl said. “I’m Dominique, by the way.”
“Hi,” Rinoa said, uncomfortably. “But what . . .” As she spoke, she saw Ester pull away at a panel in the wall, revealing sunlight. Rinoa and Dominique went over to find a yard square panel in the wall opened. Ester slid out into the warm space between the walls into a wrought-iron metal room.
Rinoa slid down with Ester, looking at the space. It was a little bigger than a standard room, with pipes and ducts running along the walls. The intense temperatures from the contrasting pipes made each side of the room a different extreme.
Rinoa stepped out of the way as Dominique slipped down inside. As she dropped down, her SeeD skirt flustered up, exposing her thin, white underwear. Rinoa had to laugh, turning away, but Ester immediately pulled her skirt down. “Sorry,” Dominique apologized with a coy look.
Rinoa tested the temperature of a duct, then carefully sat down on it. Across from her, Ester sat down knowingly on another duct, while Dominique dropped down to her knees on the floor between the two. “Why’d you want to come down here?”
“Privacy,” Ester explained. “My roommate’s either in class or he’s in my room. Dominique’s roommate is an unbelievable prude. If she even smells sex in the room, she throws a fit.”
“A prude in Garden?” Rinoa asked with a laugh. “That almost seems impossible.”
“She’s not going to last,” Dominique said, reaching down underneath some piping. She fidgeted for a second, then pulled out an aged bottle. She popped the top and took a small sip. She wiped a bit from her mouth, hiccupping, then moved to hand the bottle to Rinoa.
“Thanks, I’m fine,” Rinoa dissuaded. “I’m curious. The CC Card group isn’t an official part of SeeD, yet you guys seem involved with a lot of the goings-on here at Garden.”
“It’s all due to Queen,” Ester said. “Queen is a cultural pioneer. Fashion, entertainment. Name it and she’s involved with it. So while she may not have any kind of political or military pull, her social pull is undeniable. Her presence in Balamb is part of why Balamb wasn’t just flat-out destroyed by Galbadia.”
“Wow,” Rinoa said.
“Besides, everybody plays Triple Triad,” Dominique said, smiling. “It’s only natural that those who are really good at the game would come to prominence within Garden.”
“I see,” Rinoa said. She looked down, then laughed nervously. “So, I guess, how do we do this?”
“I think ‘how do you want to do this’ is the better question,” Ester said. “We can take turns, if you want, or if you’re up to it . . .”
Rinoa sighed, unconsciously rubbing her knees together. She stared down at nothing for a moment, her hands interlaced on her knees. But she finally sat up with a determined look.
She slid off the duct and knelt on the floor before Dominique. The girl stayed still as Rinoa leaned in, kissing her. The strong flavor of wine stung Rinoa’s tongue as she licked at Dominique’s lips, but the girl’s soft hands crept up Rinoa’s arms to her shoulders, finally caressing Rinoa’s cheeks.
A second later, Rinoa felt Ester kneeling down behind her. His hands encircled her waist as he began to kiss her on the back of her neck. Dominique pulled away from Rinoa, then leaned across Rinoa’s shoulder to kiss Ester lovingly.
Rinoa felt Dominique slide her hand past her waist, onto Ester’s body. She slid out of the way as the two lovers continued to kiss, while Dominique worked her hand inside of Ester’s pants. With a few affectionate strokes, she revealed Ester, then drew away.
Dominique gave Rinoa an almost challenging look, then she lowered down. Without any preparation, she swallowed Ester down to the base, making him lean back in excited contentment.
Rinoa watched Ester and Dominique for a moment, getting caught up in the motion. But after a moment, she slid over Dominique, sliding her hands along her body. Gently massaging Dominique’s chest, she lowered down next to her, their cheeks together.
Dominique slowed her attention and began to focus just on the top half of Ester, while Rinoa began to kiss at the base. She wrapped her tongue around his body and drew along, touching lips as Dominique slid down again.
After a few moments, Dominique slid off of the top of Ester and let Rinoa come up to join her. The two girls began to kiss with Ester in between their lips, making him moan with delight. After a moment, Dominique slid down Ester’s body, leaving Rinoa to attend to the top. She cradled the tip with her tongue, tasting Dominique’s wine on him as she began to pulse on just his head. Next to her, Dominique teased at her with her tongue.
As Rinoa worked, Dominique slid back, letting Rinoa take all of Ester. Finding him covered with Dominique’s wine-flavored taste, she enthusiastically accepted him inside of her, sliding up and down on him.
After a moment, she felt Dominique position her back. Rinoa slid back up to the top of Ester, pulling away. She sat up on her knees to find Dominique not only completely topless, but considerably larger than she had first seemed. She slid up against Rinoa, kissing her with her wine-soaked tongue. As she did, her breasts rubbed against Rinoa’s still-covered body, setting her breath on fire.
Dominique pulled away from Rinoa, holding onto her bottom lip. She finally let go and kissed Rinoa on the neck, making her sit up excitedly. As Dominique sucked on Rinoa’s soft skin, Ester sat down on the duct Rinoa had been on. Dominique crawled on her hands and knees over to Ester, cradling him between her breasts. She began to stroke him up and down, making his eyes close in delight.
Rinoa crawled up behind Dominique and leaned over Ester, Catch the very tip of his head in her mouth, she joined Dominique in driving Ester made. He ran his fingers through both girls’ hair, moaning with delight as his body grew more taut with anticipation.
Rinoa and Dominique finally pulled away and Dominique tugged gently on Rinoa’s pants. Sliding them down, she exposed Rinoa, then gently slid in between Rinoa’s legs. Lying on the floor, Rinoa began to moan as she felt Dominique’s warm tongue caress at her body. Sliding with unusual pressure and force, she immediately made Rinoa began to moan with excitement, her body moving on its own.
Ester came up behind Dominique, gently lifting her hips into the air. He pushed her skirt up onto her hips, then pulled her underwear to the side, not even taking it off. With a careful motion, he slipped inside of her. At the feeling of his penetration, Dominique suddenly attacked Rinoa’s body, her strokes becoming more forceful and concentrated. Rinoa’s mind went numb as joy flooded across her; powerful waves of torrid emotions flooding through her body.
Rinoa propped up on her right elbow, grabbing her breasts with her left hand. She roughly squeezed at them in the same intensity as the assault by Dominique’s tongue within her legs. Meanwhile, behind Dominique, Ester methodically and powerfully rode away into her.
Finally, Dominique lifted up from Rinoa’s moist legs, licking her lips with delight. She looked back at Ester, then began to slide herself backwards on him. Ester braced himself, letting Dominique impale herself. She lifted up onto her hands and Rinoa helped her. Propping her up against her body, Rinoa cradled Dominique between her breasts, holding her arms to support her. In the mean time, Dominique continued to slide up and down Ester.
Without warning, Dominique suddenly began to shake frantically. She grabbed onto Rinoa’s breasts with her mouth, moaning with joy into them. Rinoa gasped with a sudden burst of release as Dominique bit her with her lips.
Dominique slid off of Ester, hugging Rinoa. Rinoa held her, wide-eyed from the sensation. But then, she fell down to her hands and knees and began to crawl along the floor over towards the bottle of wine. Rinoa watched her; not noticing Ester until he gently began to lay her back.
Ester kissed Rinoa deeply, at the same time sliding his middle finger inside of her. Rinoa immediately began to moan, but Ester gently caressed inside of her, driving her into a bind rather than pushing her towards release. After just a few strokes, Ester withdrew from Rinoa. She looked up wantonly at him, but he slid in between her legs, effortlessly finding his way inside of her. Rinoa gasped as he entered her from behind, even as he lay over her on the metal floor.
Ester moved with a quick, but unhurried pace. He slid in and out of Rinoa without any hesitation, making her breath catch as she moved closer towards release. She grabbed onto his hands as he supported himself over her, welcoming the rush of joy. She called out, letting the feeling of release wash over her.
After a moment, Ester sat up, beginning to pump Rinoa from a different angle. She started to gasp, but as she opened her mouth, Dominique slipped her tongue inside Rinoa. The girl began to lovingly kiss her, the wine taste more potent than ever, bittersweet and delicious.
Dominique lifted up from Rinoa’s mouth, then moved forward. Without any covering now, she straddled over Rinoa, giving her perfect access. Driven by Ester’s movements, Rinoa grabbed hold of Dominique and began to devour her. She began by sliding her tongue over Dominique’s body, but then she quickly slid herself inside, delighting in the taste of the girl as she reached for the singular spot. Unable to just barely reach it, Rinoa licked around the opening, barely touching the spot with the tip of her tongue.
Dominique moaned with delight as she leaned down. She attended to the small spot at the top of Rinoa’s legs, caressing it with her lips as she slid her fingers just inside the tiny opening. She kissed Rinoa for a few moments, then leaned up to Ester. Pulling him close, she kissed him desperately. He reached up with one hand, molesting her chest as he continued to thrust inside of Rinoa.
Within Rinoa’s tongue focused on Dominique’s insides, she reached down to attend to the small spot herself. She slipped her tongue towards the spot, but Rinoa abandoned her taste and kissed Dominique’s tongue. Dominique suddenly moaned as Rinoa began to pulse her lips up and down the finger, swallowing it all greedily.
Holding onto Rinoa’s hips, Ester began to move. He cautiously rolled over, keeping inside of her, while Dominique let her continue to suck. Straddling over Ester now, Rinoa began to move her hips, moaning and filling herself with delight.
Dominique straddled over Ester as well, kissing Rinoa. The two girls began to move in unison, holding each other close so they rubbed against each other, their tongues locked together through their lips. Wave after wave of unending joy passed through them as they both reached climax over and over.
Finally, Dominique slid away from Ester and bent down to kiss him. He made love to her tongue, then looked up at Rinoa. “I’m about ready,” he said to her. “Do you want me to . . . in you or . . .”
Rinoa looked uneasily at Dominique. “Why don’t I take it?” Dominique offered. Rinoa smiled appreciatively and started to get up. Sliding off Ester proved almost painful for Rinoa. The sudden emptiness made her gasp and whimper, but she stood up and took off her jacket. Tossing it to the ground, she slipped her shirt off, leaving her in only her boats and arm coverings.
Rinoa backed up to the metal wall on the far side of the room and embraced Dominique as she came over. A second later, Ester came up behind Dominique, taking hold of her hips as he began to slide inside of her. Dominique’s eyes went wide with joy as she instantly climaxed. She fell against Rinoa’s body again, crying with joy into Rinoa’s chest. Rinoa held the girl as she was pushed against her body, Ester’s thrusts gaining in power.
“Rinoa,” Came Ester’s voice. She looked up at Ester as he began to move more frantically. “I want to cum on you,” He whispered, out of breath. Rinoa stared at his thrusting, finding herself craving to be the one in the center. But she nodded.
After another moment, Ester’s thrusts grew erratic and demanding. Rinoa slid out from in front of Dominique and bent down in front of Ester. He thrust one last time into Dominique, then drew out, turning to Rinoa. She turned her head away just a bit as she felt the hot release spray across her chest. She gasped at the sudden intensity, exploding a small bit inside at the same time.
The spray dulled and Ester drew away from the girls. Dominique lowered down next to Rinoa, holding her head. Rinoa turned to Dominique about to speak, but was shocked as she lowered down to Rinoa’s chest. With delicate, but hungry strokes, she began to lick Rinoa’s skin clean. Delighting in the act, Rinoa began to moan as Dominique addressed every inch of Rinoa’s body.


The wind blew the clouds away from the moon. On the edge of the ocean, Rinoa sat with her bare feet in the sand, her toes playing with the waves as they crested up towards her. The wind blew her hair back from her face, the warm sea breeze awakening memories inside of her.
Holding her knees, Rinoa stared out at the waves, watching as the occasional fastitocalon leapt into the air. She looked down at the sand, where the name ‘Squall’ had been written by her finger. She sighed and stood up, looking to the moon. “Not that this hasn’t been fun,” She said to herself. “But I wish you were here.”
She closed her eyes, holding her hands to her chest. She hesitated for a moment, letting the wind skate over her, then she held her hands out, letting them sweep wide. “Bahamut!”
A flurry of light cast over her.
As the light faded, Rinoa was greeted by the sight of the great dragon. Standing on all four legs, he stared down at her, his huge wings held wide. His eyes burned as the intense heat from his mouth sent wafts of heat vapors up around his intense eyes. Rinoa glanced around the featureless space, overcome by the unending whiteness of it all.
“Intimidating, isn’t it?”
She turned around at the voice, startled to see a woman standing before her. She had green hair and a soft smile, even as she wore seemingly fantastic armor. With eyes that had known sorrow, she smiled at Rinoa. “Bahamut is one of the many ties that bind us.” Rinoa stood still, lost as the woman stepped up to her. She placed her hand on Rinoa’s chest, feeling her beating heart. “You and I, sorceresses.”
“We’re all connected.”
Rinoa turned around, the woman’s hand still on her racing heart. Behind her, walking with a deliberate saunter was a woman in a flowing black robe, belts and straps making up the lower half of her robe, while her dark hair covered one, deep blue eye. “We’re all part of the growing cosmos of energy.”
“Edea, Ultimecia, Ellone, they were all just our cousins.”
Rinoa turned to see a woman with tight white shirt and black pants similar to her own. Wearing used gauntlets; she came up to stand next to the first woman. She reached out, putting her hand on Rinoa’s heart. At the same time, the woman in the black robe did the same.
“We’re all made from the same skin.”
A woman in a white robe came up, as if appearing from out of the world itself. With red hair, she put her hand on the back of Rinoa’s head, stroking her affectionately. “You don’t know us yet, but you’ve known us all along.”
“We’ve always been with you,” Said a woman in a purple get-up. She came up next to the woman in the white robe, their hands touching as they greeted Rinoa.
“We are you,” Said a woman in a silken cloak and flowing white dress.
“And you are us,” said a girl with pink hair and a royal voice, her huge eyes shimmering up at Rinoa as she held her hand.
“And we are one,” Came one final voice. The other women all stepped away from Rinoa so that she could see a woman standing before her. Barely more than a girl, the black-haired girl wore a white shirt and heavy leather overalls. With the same royalty in her voice and eyes as so many of the others, she stood before Rinoa as if her sister.
“Who, who are you?” Rinoa asked.
“We are your sisters, your kindred spirits,” The girl said. “From underneath the plate,” She glancing at the woman with the tight shirt. “To princess from on high,” She said, to the woman with pink hair. “We’re dedicated servants, committed to spreading the love and unending support that we’ve always known,” She said, to the woman in the white robe. “And we’re tortured souls who have been taken advantage of and abused all our lives,” She said to the woman with the green hair who first appeared.
“We are you.”

The light faded.
Rinoa found herself by the Oceanside, staring out at the moon. Alone by the oceanfront, she reached up to her chest, remembering where they had all touched. A wave of loneliness came over her, but at the same time, a strange contentment and fulfillment.
She looked down to the sand, where she saw ‘Squall’ written amongst the coming waves. She bent down on her knees to the sand, emotions running through her that she had never known.
Without an idea of what she was attempting, she stuck her finger into the sand. On its own, her finger moved, carefully drawing out a single name.
“Terra,” Rinoa read. But her finger kept drawing.
“Tifa,”
“Lulu,”
“Rosa,”
“Garnett,”
“Maria,”
“Lenna,”
She fell back onto the sand, staring at the names. Each one resonated with her, while she still couldn’t place them. A well of emotions rushed through her and she felt her eyes water up. Torturously lonely and joyously elated, she began to cry.

The door opened before Rinoa, the tropical world of the training center behind her strangely quiet for the middle of the night. She looked into the room, her cheeks stained red with her still-flowing tears.
Edea stared back at her, a lost and frightened look in her eyes. But Rinoa smiled, even through her tears. “I want,” She whispered, her voice choked with conflicting emotions. “I want you to tell me about Terra,’ She whispered.