Rinoa's Education

Electric Heaven



The door opened to reveal Rinoa. Dressed in her sleeveless blue coat and black leggings, she smiled nervously. “Hi,” She said as sweetly as she could.

Zell stared back at her, his cheeks already burning. “Hey,” he said back at her with a slight wave.

There was a long pause.

“Um . . .” She said, shifting a bit before Zell’s door. She looked around in the empty hall of the boy’s dormitory, then back at him. “So, um, can I, can I come in?”

“Oh, yeah. Duh! Sure,” he said, stepping out of her way so that she could step inside. She froze at the doorway, her heart sinking. The room was a mess. Clothes were stuffed into the corners, while magazines of all types were strewn about. Old plates from the cafeteria were stacked in random piles while the bed’s covers had been pulled out from the edges.

“Sorry, about the mess,” Zell stuttered out.

“Yeah,” Rinoa said uncomfortably. She shifted some junk out of the way from the bed to sit down on it, her heart pounding. She looked up at Zell as he leaned against the door, looking just as awkward. She finally laughed. “This is really weird.”

“Yeah,” Zell tossed out. “I, uh, I never, um . . .” He stopped. He laughed, rubbing his eyes. “I never, you know, did much of this.” He laughed uncomfortably. “I helped save the world and I’m still rank 1, you know.”

“Yeah,” Rinoa said, swallowing hard. She rocked back a bit, looking around the atrocious room. She spotted a magazine in the corner and reached out for it. To her shock, the cover picture was of a young woman with her legs spread wide. “Oh god!” Zell exclaimed, jumping across the room. He yanked the magazine from out of Rinoa’s hands and turned his back to her. “That’s . . . you’re not . . . I mean. It’s, it’s nothing!”

“There’s, like, six more of them,” Rinoa laughed, digging behind Zell’s pillow.

“What?!” Zell screamed as Rinoa pulled more of them out. “Oh god!” He dove for Rinoa, but she turned away from Zell, laughing as she looked through the magazines. She put her body against his, keeping him from getting the magazines as she kept laughing playfully. “Zell Dinct!” She exclaimed. She looked back at him as he blushed. “Does your mother know you have these?” She accused jokingly.

“God, leave my ma out of this!” He shouted, finally surging forward for the magazines. But Rinoa turned again, keeping him from them. He retreated a bit, then reached up and grabbed her chest. Squeezing her breast, her made her shriek and jump back from him.

She leapt up to her feet, backing away from Zell. But he stayed on the bed, his body frozen. A long moment passed between them.

“Okay,” Rinoa said slowly, her knees shaking. “What was that?”

“Well, I . . .” Zell tried uncomfortably. “I mean, that’s why you’re here, right?” He said, his voice cracking uncomfortably. “I mean, that’s what this is all about, right?”

“Yeah,” Rinoa said slowly, her hands held up between her and Zell.

Zell paused for a second, then slowly stood. “Well,” he said slowly taking his metal gloves off. He tossed them to the dirty ground, making Rinoa cringe with each impact. “I’m not, like, gonna hurt you, or anything,” he said to her.

“No, I know,” She said, still mesmerized by the gloves on the ground. She looked up at Zell. “It’s just . . .” She swallowed, finding her mouth dry. “What’re we gonna do?”

“Well . . .” Zell started.

“You’re not going to . . . you’re not supposed to . . .” She started.

“No, no!” Zell insisted. “I’m not. But we still have to, you know, I mean, we have to . . .”

There was a knock at the door.

Zell and Rinoa both jumped, startled by the sudden sound. “What?!” Zell yelled, his voice cracking again.

“Dude, it’s Irvine,” Came a shout through the door. “I’m going to Balamb. Want to come?”

“I’m busy!” Zell screamed.

“Dude, fine man,” Came Irvine’s disappointed voice as it disappeared into the distance.

Zell and Rinoa’s attention both snapped back to each other.

“Yeah,” Zell said after a moment.

“Look,” Rinoa finally said slowly. “Let’s, let’s just get this over with.” She took a deep breath. “What do we do?”

“Well, I think I’m supposed to like . . .” Zell’s words trickled to a stop as his mind seemed to crash.

“Alright,” Rinoa said, struggling to keep calm. “Let’s, let’s . . .” She stopped and took a deep breath. She reached up to her left shoulder and pulled down her shoulder strap. She started to move towards her right strap, then paused. She kept her eyes closed, her breath coming out in an uncomfortable, ragged sigh. She finally reached up to her other strap and yanked it down.

Her black top came down from her chest, her small breasts bouncing out into freedom. Zell’s eyes went wide, while Rinoa crossed her arms over her stomach. She looked away, her cheeks burning. “Okay,” She whispered. She finally opened her eyes, looking out of the corner of her eyes at Zell. “It’s your . . .”

Zell’s eyes were huge as he stared.

Rinoa turned to him, shocked and appalled. “Zell!” She screamed.

“Yeah!” Zell exclaimed, as if he had been woken up in class. He looked at Rinoa for a second, then back down to her exposed breasts, then started. He whirled around. “Sorry!” He stuttered out.

Rinoa sighed. “You’re making this harder than it already is,” She said to herself. She looked at Zell and sighed, fighting to stay calm. “Alright, Zell. You need to take your shirt off.”

Zell glanced over his shoulder at Rinoa then laughed nervously. At the end of the laugh came a quiet snort, making Rinoa giggle. But Zell, his entire face burning, reached down to the zipper of his jacket. He undid it and pulled his jacket off. Then, he reached down to his t-shirt and pulled it out from his jeans. Yanking the shirt off his hard shoulders, he tossed the shirt into the corner. He took a deep breath, finally sighing.

“Okay,” Came Rinoa’s soft voice. “Turn around.”

Zell nodded, taking a deep breath. He turned around to find Rinoa completely naked. Zell’s mind came to a screeching halt.

Rinoa stood before Zell, her pale skin covered in a full-body blush as he looked her body up and down, scrutinizing her every inch. She forced her hands to stay at her sides, to keep herself from guarding her body.

“Holy crap!” He exclaimed with delight. “You’re shaved!”

“Shut up!” Rinoa exclaimed, her body blushing even worse. She turned to the side away from Zell, covering her breasts with her hands. “This isn’t easy, you know,” She stuttered out. “I mean, it’s bad enough that we’ve got to . . . but we’ve also got to . . . god, I don’t even want to think about how we’re gonna . . .”

Zell snapped his fingers. “I know!”

“You know what?” Rinoa asked.

Zell smiled and reached down to his belt. “Oh god,” Rinoa said, looking away.

“No, I know what we’ll do,” Zell said, suddenly sounding more confident. He kicked his shoes off, knocking them unconscious towards the naked Rinoa. She looked down at them, then was startled when Zell yanked his pants off, wearing only his blue and red socks.

There it was.

Rinoa froze, somewhere between fear and terror. But Zell moved over to his desk and pulled his out, knocking over a mound of brick-a-brack. He brushed the crap that was in the chair off and sat down. ‘It’ stood up, as if at attention.

“Give me a hand job,” he said simply.

“What?!” Rinoa exclaimed.

“We don’t have to actually do anything,” Zell said, surprisingly clear. “I mean, not like that. We don’t have to, you know. We can just . . .” he leaned back in the chair. “That’s all.”

Rinoa looked down at Zell, then down beneath his waist. Her breath began to catch again. “Can I, can I put my clothes back on again?” She asked.

Zell paused, a serious look coming over his eyes. “No,” He said with almost uncharacteristic certainty. “No, you have to do this like you are now.” Rinoa just stared at it. She looked at Zell, then took a breath, nodding.

Her knees almost gave out as she knelt down to Zell. He spread his muscular legs wide as she bent down before him. She flexed her fingers, her knuckles popping as she did. She held her hand to it, feeling the heat coming off it. She took one last breath, then reached for it.

It was smooth and much softer than it had first looked. It’s ridges made her gasp as she touched it. But just by wrapping her fingers around it, Zell stiffened, his breath catching.

Rinoa looked at it and took a breath. She started to rub her hand up the shaft, covering the head, then lowering her hand down. Zell gasped, his eyes going wide as she repeated the process.

“Don’t cover the head,” Zell whispered after a moment, his legs straightening as she worked. Rinoa shorted the motion, focusing on the space just below the head. Zell’s breathing started to get faster. Rinoa watched his breaths and began to speed up. Zell’s body started to go rigid as he moved with the motions. He let his head fall back in the chair and his breath grew more ragged.

Slowly, his hips began to move. He leaned up a bit, his face flushed with the motions. “Rinoa,” he breathed, swallowing. “When I cum,” He said. “Use your breasts.”

“My breasts?” She said to herself. She looked down at her chest as she continued to stroke. She looked back at him, but the motions had too strong a hold on him. “Alright,” She nodded. She began to work faster.

Her stroke was exhausting her arm. The narrow motion was going about as fast as she could manage. Her arm began to strain and she gripped down just a bit harder to keep going. Zell’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he gasped with delight. “Oh god!” He whispered in delight. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

Rinoa watched as his hips moved, then sat up. She leaned her body against his thighs, enveloping his member between her small breasts. They barely covered it, even when she pushed them together with her hands. Zell began to moan, continuing the motions on his own, thrusting between her breasts. He began to move so fast, Rinoa had to clamp down harder with her breasts; afraid she was crushing him with her chest. But he kept driving faster and faster.

“Rinoa!” Zell shouted. “It’s . . .” He started. Afraid she was hurting him, she glanced down as he pushed through her breasts again. This time, a white spray shot out and from him. She squealed and closed her eyes as it covered her cheek. But Zell kept pulsing through her tightly held chest, more of it coming out. It sprayed across her cheek and neck, and nearly covered her chest.

Finally, Zell gasped, his thrusting finished. He fell back in his chair, covered in sweat while Rinoa knelt on the ground before him, covered by his efforts. She finally looked down at her chest as some of it dripped off her chin. She shivered with the sensation and started to wipe the stuff off her face with her hands.

“Oh god,” Zell whimpered with delight, sprawled out in the chair. “How was that?” He asked in a drained tone, not moving at all.

Rinoa looked up at him as he sat, his head dangling over the back of the chair. Both her hands and her chest were covered. “Wonderful,” She said sarcastically.

“Yes it was,” Zell breathed.

Rinoa forgot about her covering and stared at Zell for a moment. She distanced herself from her position and just watched him sit there. “Was it really that good?” She asked, as if confused.

“Rinoa,” Zell said, looking up at her. His eyes were opened at different heights, his consciousness hanging by a thread. “That was the best. Ever.” With that, his head fell back again, his snoring beginning instantly.

Rinoa was left on her knees between his legs, covered by him. “Zell?” She asked. “Zell!” She called louder.

“Zzz-Zzz.”

She sighed and stood up, annoyed.



Rinoa sat in Squall’s room, at his desk. She flipped absently through one of the Weapons Monthly magazines in a neat stack in the tidy room. She looked up at the mirror before her, taking in the smell of Squall. She finally sighed, glancing out the window, to see the storm still raging on. Into the night now, it was blustering away at the sky.

She turned from the window and stood up in the small room. She took a deep breath, then held her hand up to her chest. She closed her eyes, breathing carefully. Then, with a sweep of her hands, she opened herself up. “Quezcotl!” She summoned.

With a sweep of power, the lights in the room dimmed. The walls seemed to become conductors as electricity swept between them directly in front of Rinoa. But she watched as the lightning surged around in a tempest of power.

Then out from the lightning came a flood of motion. A surge of color and a living lightning bolt floated in the air before her. The bird-like form slowly flapped its wings as the lights in the room slowly returned.

“Quezcotl,” Rinoa said, looking at the thing. “I . . . I have to . . .” But the thing just floated before her knowingly. She smiled with comfort. “You already know, don’t you?” She asked.

The thing didn’t move at all, but she could detect its answer. She smiled, then stepped back from him. “I guess, I guess, do whatever it is.”

The bird’s head-like appendage lowered, then flapped it’s wings once. A surge of electric power pulsed through the room and Rinoa’s skin was charged. She felt her entire body cover in goose bumps as Quezcotl moved towards her.

The bird surged at her; it’s electric body charging her. Her muscles went rigid as the living lightning coursed over her skin. Her senses went haywire as the sensations of a thousand fingers drawing their erotic nails down her body drove her mad.

Immediately, Rinoa arched her back, her body caught in delight. But Quezcotl pulsed with power again. He flapped his wings, a second bolt of power striking Rinoa. This time, the sensation was localized. Ten thousand fingers all drew their sensuous touch along the inside of Rinoa’s silky thighs. Her still-clothed body felt just as if she was bare to the world. Again, she convulsed with delight, on the edge of paradise. Quezcotl flapped his wings again. Rinoa cried out as he did, desperate for the release.

Again, there was a surge of power, this time aimed at a single point. Rinoa’s entire body went mad as she threw herself back in delight. She screamed at the top of her lungs, her entire body overtaken with the joys of the power.

She began to shiver, the emotions too strong. But again, Quezcotl flapped his wings again. Rinoa barely had time to gasp in fearful delight. Another surge of power struck and her body contorted in joy. The same sensation as before, but spread. Every square inch of her body was as sensitive as that one point. And every inch of her body was stroked by a thousand tongues.

Rinoa screamed, begging within her mind for the joy to end and for it never stop. She huddled inside herself, the agonizing rapture washing over her endlessly. She screamed and cried, the joy continuing on for what seemed an eternity.

Slowly, mercilessly, the sensation began to subside. Rinoa’ s body became itself again and she began to feel the cool air of Squall’s room. She felt herself held horizontal by Quezcotl’s lightning. Gasping for breath, she was barely able to process as the living lightning slowly moved her over towards Squall’s bed.

Her eyes struggled to stay open as she felt the firm support and warm familiarity of his simple bed. She breathed, struggling to regain composure. “There, there,” Came a warm voice. She opened her sleepy eyes, feeling the covers drawn over her body. She looked up to see a bearded wizard standing over with a grandfatherly smile, Quezcotl smaller now, sitting on his shoulder.

“Ramuh?” She whispered.

“Sleep, my dear,” The old man said with a smile. “You’ve had a busy day. Don’t worry. We’re watching over you.”

“Thank you,” She whispered nodding quietly.