Rinoa's Education

Chef Joker

Rinoa clung to Selphie, moaning into her ears. Digging her nails into Selphie’s back, Rinoa’s head bucked as the emotions rushed over her. She thrust her hips back, meeting Zell as he pushed into her harder.
Irvine throttled rapidly into Selphie, making her scream. She hooked her arms under Rinoa’s, clinging to her as if she was her only lifeline. The two girls pressed against each other, gasping and moaning in unison as the two guys constantly drove into them with growing intensity.
Finally, Zell sparked forward into Rinoa, his emotions rushing into her. She gasped with delight as she felt his warmth fill her. She began to kiss Selphie’s neck as she felt Irvine’s thrust grow more intense. With a final thrust, she felt Selphie’s body jolt with the release.
The two guys withdrew, falling back into the chairs on the opposite sides of the unused underclassman dorm. Zell gasped, catching his breath as his chest heaved. Across from him, Irvine waved his hat into his face, then placed it down over his business.
Selphie fell down against the bed, sighing with delight. Rinoa sat down next to her, both girls completely bare. Rinoa was about to speak, but Selphie leaned in against her, nuzzling against Rinoa’s breasts. Rinoa stared down at her for a moment, then kind of laughed. She held Selphie’s head, looking to Zell. He smiled back at her, breathing roughly.
“So you’ve been getting pretty sweet with Fujin’s girl,” Irvine said after a moment. Rinoa looked over at him, but he was staring out the window. He reached over, opening it, letting in a rush of fresh air and the chirp of cicadas.
“I guess,” She said, stroking Selphie’s hair. “We have been seeing a lot of each other recently,” She pondered.
“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Selphie said, looking up at her. “You’ve been seeing a lot more of us, too.”
“Yeah,” Rinoa said, smiling. “I have.” She was about to say more, when she noticed Irvine’s hat rise up a little. Selphie saw it as well, then smiled at Rinoa. On her hands and knees, she crawled over to Irvine and tossed his hat away. On her knees before him, she bent down, making him stiffen up.
Rinoa looked back at Zell, smiling. “Wanna go for a walk?” He offered.

The water along the walkway in the main hall of the Garden sent shimmering light up against the off-white walls. Walking next to each other, Rinoa and Zell said nothing. They kept pace, slowly circling around the walkway.
Time passed. Classes let out and started up again. The lunch rush moved on and quiet came and went. Without saying anything, Zell stopped and turned to Rinoa. She smiled at him, leaning in on one foot to kiss his cheek. He squeezed her hand, then headed off to attend to matters.
Rinoa watched him go, then turned to her right, to find herself before the Training Center.

Rinoa circled around the fallen logs that had crashed over the gate in the Training Center. Standing amongst a few of the palm trees, she found a SeeD Candidate with slicked back hair practicing card tricks.
She stepped out into the open, waiting until he noticed her. After a moment, he turned to her, smiling. He held up a card. “Rinoa?” He asked.
“Joker?” She asked back.
“The one and only,” He said with a grin. He started to walk towards her. “Now, what about you and me play a game?”
“For what stakes?” Rinoa asked.
“I’m not sure,” he said with a swarmy grin. “As I understand it, you’ve already hooked up with a bunch of us in the CC Group. In fact, I think I’m next to last. So what stakes are you willing to play?” He asked. “What are you willing to do that you haven’t done yet?”
Rinoa blinked at him. “I, I have no idea,” She said innocently.
Joker looked her over for a moment. He turned away, walking from her. “As I see it, you’re like most of the people here. You don’t respect smaller creatures.” Rinoa stared at him, totally confused as to the change in the conversation, as well as where it was going. “Take the Grat, for example,” Joker said. “They’re ferocious looking creatures that can put just about any foe to sleep. Most of the students here at the Garden think of them as Shridders, but I think they’re very admirable creatures.”
He turned back to Rinoa. “So here’s my thing,” He said. He held up a card. “I will play you for the chance to watch you and two Grats.”
Rinoa’s eyes went wide. “Oh god, no!” She exclaimed, turning away. “I am not going to . . .”
“Don’t worry,” Joker interrupted. “I’ll be here to keep them from doing anything too awful. And besides, as soon as they get to you, you’ll pass out.”
“That’s exactly it,” She said. “It’s like being slipped a date rape drug.”
Joker laughed. “You’ll be fine. Besides, I thought you liked tentacles. That’s why you went down to the lower levels; for the oilboyles.”
Rinoa turned away indignantly. She crossed her arms in a huff, but then she closed her eyes. “Fine,” she pouted, furious.
“Really?” Joker exclaimed. But he quickly shook his head, his façade resuming. “Okay. Cool.” He took a small silver whistle out of his pocket, but then looked at Rinoa. “You might wanna strip. They might tear your clothes.”
“No one else,” Rinoa said, looking firmly at Joker. “Just the grats.”
“Just the grats,” He said sincerely. Rinoa nodded, then turned away from him. She kicked her boots off, then started to slide her armbands off. In no time, she was left with just her blue coat on. She kept it pulled around her, nervously avoiding looking at Joker.
He backed away from her and hopped up onto the fallen trees, a gigantic smile on his face. “Don’t worry,” He said down to her. “You’ll have a blast.” Rinoa just rolled her eyes.
After just a moment, there was a rustling from the bushes. Rinoa turned around, fear catching in her chest. Out from the bushes came two large grats. Like a strange mix of a plant and an insect, the two walking bags with four large limbs extending up into the air waddled towards Rinoa. She sighed, sparing Joker one last glare, then she knelt down before the two monsters. The nearest of the two rushed up to her, wrapping one of its long limbs around her shoulder. She felt the slight sting of the poison and her consciousness fade.

Rinoa woke to the sensation of being penetrated. She opened her eyes groggily to find the two grats on either side of her body. The one on her front had slid a tentacle inside between her legs, making her gasp instantly. A second tentacle slathered at the top of her legs, as a third one pushed inside between her lips. She tried to resist, but it slithered inside, reaching to the back of her throat.
The grat behind her had a tentacle wrapped up tightly inside of her from behind, moving rapidly. Two other tentacles were wrapped around her arms and body, keeping her restrained. Her vision began to fade again and she passed out.

She awoke again to feel one of the grats between her legs. With a short, broad stem, it pushed into her animalistically, thrusting rapidly, it’s four vine-like limbs keeping her legs restrained. Over her, the other grat had a tentacle between her lips, its other limbs holding her restrained as well.
As her vision began to fade, she saw Joker watching with a torrid smile on his face, his hand moving rapidly as he watched.

She awoke to find one of the grat’s standing over her, three of its tentacles inside of her. The fourth held her slightly off the ground as it rampantly pushed and prodded her. She cried and whimpered as the emotions built up inside of her.
The sudden release startled the grat and it squealed. It opened its body, about to fire off it gastric juices, but Joker threw a rock at it. “No!” He yelled as if scolding a dog. The grat instantly released Rinoa, dropping her to the ground before it ran off.
Joker came over to Rinoa as she tried to shake off the sleep. “You okay?” He asked as he helped her to sit up. She nodded, her lucidly returning quickly. She glanced down at her wrists and arms, seeing the red marks from the tight limbs of the grats. Her body ached from the constant pleasure, even as she slept.
“How long have I been . . .” She asked, reaching between her legs. Her body was exhausted, but she felt a growing yearning.
“About twenty minutes,” Joker said. “They were doing pretty well, for a little while, but then one of them started getting kind of bitey. I scared him off and the other one stuck around for a bit. But that last orgasm was pretty intense. You scared the little bastard off.”
Rinoa nodded. She glanced down at Joker, seeing the bulge between his pockets. She looked up at him with a laugh. “Twenty minutes and you still didn’t finish?”
“You kept waking up,” He said with an embarrassed smile. “And I need the chick to be asleep while she’s being . . .” He coughed and looked away.
“Do you want to finish?” She asked, staring at it with a hungry stare.
“You don’t mind?” He asked. She shook her head. “Can I cum on you?” She nodded exhaustedly. She lay back on the ground, closing her eyes. She heard him bend over her and could feel the motions of his body as he stroked himself.
After a few moments, she could hear him growing more intense. His breath started to get more intense and his motions more frantic. She barely parted her eyes to peek up at him, but saw him leaning over her face. Before she could protest, she felt him explode on her cheek, covering her entire face with his release. She bit down on her revulsion, letting him finish.
After a moment, he groaned contentedly, lying back. Rinoa waited until he was clear, then she saw up. She touched her eyelids, making sure it wasn’t near her eyes, then she stared at him. “I thought you meant my chest,” She said caustically.
“Face is the money shot,” he said with a grin, breathing out. He stood up and did his pants up. “Thanks, princess,” he said, walking off. Rinoa stared at him with disgust, then she crawled over to one of the water traps, splashing some of the condensation onto her face, scrubbing his remains off of her. With an annoyed glare, she stormed over to her clothes.


Rinoa was curled up in Squall’s bed. Hugging his pillow sentimentally, she sighed as she reminisced. His scent carried up through into her heart, making her smile. But when she opened her eyes, it was still his pillow and not him that she held.
With a burden of loneliness, she sat up to the edge of the bed. She looked around his spartanly clean room. His gunblade box was by his desk, while his mirror had a single picture of Rinoa taken shortly after they had returned from the Time-Compressed World.
She turned around to the open space of the room with a determined look. She held her hands to her chest, then swept her arms out. “Tonberry!”
A tiny black hole appeared in the middle of the floor. A small light appeared, then an innocent-looking green face. The large yellow eyes looked up at Rinoa, blinking at her. The tiny little figure carefully put his lantern up on the edge of the hole, then placed his hands on the edge. He kicked his foot up onto the edge, then ungracefully scrambled up onto the floor.
As the hole closed behind him, the little figure, no taller than Rinoa’s knee, stared at her for a moment. “Hi,” She said, her hands behind her back as she tilted slightly, nervous as the little guy stared up at her.
But the Tonberry, then looked forward and started to shimmy across the floor. Waddling like a penguin, he approached Rinoa without any presupposition. He walked slowly, right up to her and reached out with his hand to her bare shin. She watched him hold his hand out and touch her.
Rinoa fell over, her body constricting as ecstasy shot up her body. Like the touch was a pure orgasm, Tonberry’s gentle tap had released a mind-blowing explosion within Rinoa’s body. She threw her head back as she lay on the floor, gasping as the rush and exhilaration slowed.
She looked up at Tonberry after a moment. He tilted his head to stare at her for a moment, then waddled just a step closer between her legs. He blinked at her, then reached out and touched her leg again, this time, just above the knee.
Rinoa’s body exploded again, the joy and rush of release twice as potent this time. It crept along her like a thousand fingers tracing themselves over her body, each touch more igniting than the last.
The sensation slowed and Rinoa looked up again. She could feel her face burning as she stared desperately at the tiny Tonberry’s eyes. He blinked at her, then waddled forward again. He reached out towards her inner thigh, but the edge of his flipper-like hand paused. He lingered, the edge of his hand just a hair’s breadth from her skin. He looked at her.
She whimpered in anticipation, her body shifting as she craved it. He looked at her for a moment, tilting his head again. Then, without taking his eyes off of her, he touched her thigh.
The rush took Rinoa’s sight. The world went wide as she screamed to the high heavens, moaning for all she was worth as her body tried almost in vain to handle the unending flow of boundless joy. Rinoa’s body shook on its own, the powerful release overwhelming her.
After an eternity, she fell back to the floor, gasping. Sweat ran off her face and matted her hair as she breathed through the dwindling joy. She gasped with a dry mouth, then sat up again.
Tonberry stared back at her, just in front of the apex of her legs.
“Oh god,” She whispered. Already, her body began to grow anxious, desiring the touch she knee was coming. She stared into his large, innocent eyes, whimpering, almost crying, in wanton anticipation.
Tonberry reached out to her. He placed his paw on the focal point of her legs. But rather than tap her gently, he left it there.
This time, the joy wasn’t abrupt. It didn’t shoot through her like a raging river. It slowly crept up towards. She felt it growing, felt her body begin to stir. She started to breath harder, the joy building up speed and power. She started to moan, her hands moving over her body on their own. The release slowly built power, overriding her senses, then overriding her reason.
But the power didn’t stop. Tonberry kept his hand on her, making the release grow even more intensely. Like a volcano erupting inside her desire, the release only grew more intense and more vibrant. At each second, she knew there was no way she could feel more release, more pleasure, but then with a gentle surge, she would feel so much more.
Her moans were lost in her own ears as the boundless joy continued to grow. The touch of her own body was lost to her as she cried out in ecstasy and release, calling down the stars with her joy.
And then Tonberry began to rub.
Stroking the single, solitary spot, the small guardian force rubbed away, his paw touching her as if her pants weren’t in the way. He gently stroked her womanhood as if petting a cat.
The floodgates were thrown open and Rinoa felt like she had died. Every inch of her body was blown away by the rush of ecstasy. Every inch of her body became the focal point of a mind-blowing release unlike anything she had ever known. Her body faded away and she was left as a pure soul, wrapped up in a warm blanket of perfect joy.
In time, after what seemed an eternity, the joy faded away. Rinoa blinked her eyes back into sight and she looked up. Tonberry was gone and she was passed out on Squall’s floor. She glanced up at the clock, sighing when she realized how late it wasn’t.
She gathered herself up off the floor and headed towards the door. But as it slid open, she stumbled and fell against the wall. Her muscles gave out from exhaustion, their joyous release leaving her drained beyond reason.
Propping herself up on the side of the door, she tried to help herself stand. She barely accomplished that, but she managed to find her feet. She struggled to keep her balance and started for her own room. She fought to her door and fell against it, falling inside as the door slid open. Halfway inside the door, she sighed with joy, knowing her bed wasn’t far away.
She heard a whimper and saw Angelo come padding over. “Hey,” She cooed weakly. “How’re you?” She asked.
He dropped his leash by her face.
She looked up at him, his tail wagging excitedly as he shifted anxiously. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” She groaned, closing her eyes.