Mistresses of the World of Ruin

Coco sat over Cyan in his sleep, caressing his hair lightly and constantly planting kisses over his face. She smiled lovingly, like a caring mother who wanted to protect him from all the foolish dangers of being a hero. After smiling down at him for a few moments, she leaned over and gave him another kiss. He had her deep brown lipstick marks over his face.

His dream materialized in a room, much like the one in Doma castle. However, this looked strangely familiar, more like the… car of a train. Could this be? Yes, this was the Phantom Train.

No. He did not want to see the Phantom Train, for this would bring him memories of his past, his deceased loved ones. This wasn’t a good dream. This was a nightmare. But interrupting his thoughts just in time came a voice echoing in the chamber.

Back at Doma, Coco lay with her thick lips near his ear, whispering huskily, “Listen to me Cyan… listen to my voice… it seems you are not fully relaxed… you are still having nightmare… you still remember… your past.”

Cyan continued to listen to the soothing voice.

“I… will… guide you through your nightmare. But… I cannot promise you… that the nightmare will end… if you don’t listen to me…”

Cyan nodded.

“Our… love for each other… will show the way…” she said, running her soft tongue along the rim of his ear and snaking it inside. She then brought down her hand and moved his sword, already on the floor, to the side. Dream Cyan looked down to realize that his sword was gone.

And this was just the perfect time, too, since two samurai warriors were approaching him in this particular cart of the train. He readied himself for combat- he could get by with his magic and bare hands.

He entered the combat readily, and emerged victorious. But this was very difficult- he didn’t know how he could fight numerous enemies, let alone powerful ones, at this rate. Putting these thoughts aside, he decided to try to escape, and take Coco’s cryptic advice in mind. Hearing her voice did put him at peace, did make him forget about his tragic past.

He tried to open the door outside, but it was heavily bolted shut. It seemed he was trapped. So, he looked around the room, and found a clue.

In the corner of the car, seemingly misplaced, was a life-size marble statue of Coco herself, holding out her hand to be kissed. The statue was in a gray tone, but it preserved all of her finely sculpted curves, the marvelous slit of her dress frozen to barely show her pantyline, her full delicious lips, eyelashes, and wonderfully graceful hair. Cyan, taking his advice to heart, held the hand, and bent down to kiss it.

Unfortunately, nothing happened. He glanced back at the heavily bolted door, and it still remained bolted. Realizing his error, though, that a spell like this would need to be more… powerful, he held her hand again.

This time, he bent down on one knee, closed his eyes, tilted his head in supplication and kissed, deeply, submissively. He counted to three slowly, then broke the kiss, and looked up to her eyes and smiled.

She winked at him, and pursed her lips as if blowing a kiss. The knight of Doma heard a click behind him, and turned around to see the bolts on the door gone. Realizing how he would proceed, he opened the door leading outside the cart to lead to a connecting bridge between the cars. The high velocity of the train and shakiness of the carts made this seem like a perilous trek, but he braved anyway, jumping across the rail and attempting to open the door to the next car. Alas, it was locked.

A few moments later, Coco materialized in front of the door, her flowing gown, wonderful lips, and perfect brown hair such a striking contrast to the dim forest and cars that surrounded him. Wait, how did this happen? The surreal elements must have been part of his dream. That explains his lack of handle on his surroundings and all the weird voices and occurrences.

“Kiss me. Kiss me deeply, and I will let you through.”

Again, was this the same test? Cyan hesitated for a moment, but after looking deeply into her eyes, he leaned in, and took off his helmet, puckering his lips and kissing her deeply. Her lipstick, her mouth, her scent was heavenly, and her soft tongue came out and delicately met his, licking and massaging it.

There they stood, hero and maiden, locking lips between train cars, standing for about half a minute, wrapped in each other’s arms. When he broke the kiss, she had vanished, and so had his helmet.

At Doma, she sat next to him, tossing his helmet to the side, having kissed him deeply on the lips.

The next cart was awfully small. Only a few sofas and tables lined the bedroom-sized room. To his relief, her wonderful voice whispered again,

“You’re stuck in this room. This small, small, room. But, you will be free to see open space again, if you express your love… your love… for me.”

As soon as the voice faded away, the beautiful golden goddess materialized once more in front of the heavily bolted door at the other end. Her slit spread open, revealing her curved thighs as she leaned against the door, presenting herself. She held her gloved hand out, beckoning slowly with her finger. She blew a kiss, and said “Come hither, Cyan. Come into my arms.”

He came to her willingly. Their kiss was heavenly, once more. She ran her hands up and down his bare chest- wait a minute, bare chest? Back at Doma, Coco was on top of Cyan, kissing and rubbing him, his waist massaged between her thighs. His armor lay in a heap at the foot of the bed. The touch of her soft, silken gloves on his bare skin was unlike anything he had ever felt. The fabric was so smooth, and the pressure she applied was so perfect. Slowly, softly they kissed for minutes.

Cyan’s subconscious mind, through his dreams, was slowly being conditioned that following Coco was right. That kissing her, thinking of her, and listening to her was the way forward, out of his nightmares and pain and into bliss and happiness. He didn’t notice either, that one by one the cars were filling with a wafty, pink mist. This gave them a sweet scent that was very relaxing, very calming, that made him feel at home and not in any sort of nightmare.

Beside the bed, Coco majestically held a long, black cigarette holder. “I know you cannot see this, my love… but do not be frightened. I do not smoke normal, filthy cigarettes. I make my special blend from a special flower, that contains no tobacco and will not hurt your lungs at all- it is only wonderful, blissful sweetness,” she cast *Fire,* lighting a flower cigarette at the end, breathing out a stream with a relaxed, leisurely sigh as the tip begin to give off an aromatic, pleasant odor, “Pretty soon it will fill the room, and help you relax deeper into sleep.”

Still thinking of her, still tasting her, he arrived at the next car, where a simple switch seemed to control the door in front of him. But instead of buttons, there were a pair of lips.

He bent down, and kissed the lips deeply, triggering the mechanism to open the door. The lips kissed back, lined with the same brown lipstick of Coco and tasting pleasantly similar. He got a quick lick of her tongue, and noticed that she tasted a lot sweeter

Coco had kissed Cyan before exhaling, and let a plume roll around in their mouths before breaking the kiss and breathing it toward the ceiling, “There… there… you are learning… soooooo well, my looove. See? It is good to relax… good… to listen… to me…”

The door to the next car opened, and by now, all of his equipment was gone, save his briefs. In the next car were two more of those dreaded samurai guarding another heavily bolted door.

“This hast been wonderful,” thought Cyan. He didn’t know what to do with all his equipment. His mind was awfully cloudy but he still knew he had to fight and thought, maybe, that he had brought it with him to this train. Before he knew it, he was engaged in combat mode with the two samurai.

But he noticed, there was one more adversary… was it Coco? The beautiful maiden stood before him, flowing in gold in stark contrast to everything else, fully accessorized, holding up her cigarette holder and fanning herself majestically with a long, rosy fan.

“Help!” cried Cyan.

But Coco didn’t respond, instead lazily dragging from her holder, exhaling to thicken the room.

*Love Token*

Cyan was lost as several deep, throbbing explosions clouded his vision as he became giddier at the thought of Coco. He didn’t seem to realize that having a whole party, in this case, one person, charmed in combat meant Game Over. He didn’t put two and two together that his love, Coco, was really a sexy, hypnotic monster named Barb-E that associated with Samurai. He didn’t realize that he was a thrall in the hands of an evil seductress. Nor did he realize that every kiss and every smile meant one step closer for his role in saving the world coming to an end. He watched as she put away her fan and holder, and at that point, combat ended.

“He’s one of us now, do not attack him…” she commanded. The samurai immediately lowered their swords and exited the cart.

“Kiss me,” the monster seductress commanded.

“Yes…” said Cyan, grateful that she had saved him, approaching her and letting himself be wrapped in her embrace.

“Kiss me deeply to proceed,” she commanded again.

“You are my dream… Coco,” he whispered before melting into her lips.


He entered the next door, his conditioning continuing at a steady rate as he drew closer to the main engine, where the Barb-E he knew as “Coco” had a glorious destiny planned for his soul. The image of Coco disappeared, but in Doma she sat next to him in a thick-misty room, after kissing him once more, and resumed caressing him. She smiled with the greatest satisfaction.

Without the help of any of his friends, there would be no way for Cyan to break free of her hypnotic grasp. She kissed him again, chuckling, knowing this.