Rinoa's Education

Ice Rapture



Rinoa sat over her coffee, a flustered look on her face. Alone once again in the cafeteria, the sunny morning was overhead, while the cool in-door air kept her curled in on herself.

“Hey,” Came a familiar voice. Rinoa looked up as Quistis sat down next to her, her own cup of coffee in hand. “Where’s Angelo?”

“He didn’t want to go for a walk,” Rinoa said with a distracted tone. “I think he’s mad because I spent the night in Squall’s room last night.”

“Oh ho,” Quistis said with a torrid smile. “So who was it?”

“Quezcotl,” Rinoa whispered solemnly.

“Not your thing?” Quistis pried.

“What do you mean?” Rinoa said, looking up.

“The whole Guardian Force thing,” Quistis smiled. “It can be kind of odd for some people to experience any type of relationship with them besides combat. But they’re a part of you, not just in a tense situation.”

“Yeah,” Rinoa said, looking down. “I guess.”

Quistis leaned forward, trying to see Rinoa’s eyes. “Was Zell not a gentleman?” Rinoa sat up at that, her eyes wide. “Or did you guys have a wild time?”

“No,” Rinoa said quickly. She looked at her coffee, but didn’t pick up the cup. “I, it’s just all so . . . so strange.”

Quistis sighed and put her hand on Rinoa’s shoulder. “Well, I wish I could say today will be easier.” She went back to her coffee. “I could see it going either way, though.”

“See what going either way?” Rinoa asked, only half paying attention.

“Today could make things considerably easier or . . .” She shrugged and looked off.

“Why?” Rinoa asked.

“Well, it’s part of the tradition,” Quistis explained. “It’s customary to switch genders each day.”

Rinoa blinked. “Meaning what?”

Quistis smiled. She picked up her coffee and stood to leave. “Meaning,” She said with a coy smile. “I told Selphie to expect you this afternoon.”



Rinoa found herself in front of Selphie’s door, staring at the hand-made tag of construction paper and glitter that covered the top half of the door. She sighed and knocked quietly.

“Just a minute!” Came an overly cheerful voice. A second later, the door slid open and Selphie was standing before Rinoa. Dressed in her one-piece yellow dress that came down to the top of her thighs and big work boots, she smiled up at Rinoa with a big girlish grin. “Rinoa!” She squealed, hugging her tightly around the neck.

Rinoa accepted the hug and squeezed Selphie close. She let her go and smiled at her, once again marveling at Selphie’s gravity-defying hair. “Hey,” She said, touching Selphie’s chin.

“Hey,” Selphie repeated childishly. “So, are you ready?” She asked.

Rinoa blinked, having trouble connecting the reason she was at the door to the girl before her. “I . . . yeah,” she said, forcing herself to determination.

“Well, then take off your clothes,” Selphie said responded simply.

Rinoa’s face went white. “Wh-what?” She stuttered. Unconsciously, she glanced around the hallway, seeing a few people down in the distance in either direction.

“Take your clothes off,” Selphie repeated without hesitation. “If you want to get into my room, you’ve got to buck naked,” She said with a singsong voice as she almost danced in place.

Rinoa stood still, having trouble processing it. “What?” She gawked.

“When you come into my room, I’m the mistress and you’re the guest,” Selphie explained with a smile, delighting in the flustered look on Rinoa’s face. “And if I say you can’t come in until your naked, you can’t come in until your naked.”

“Can’t, can’t I at least take my clothes off inside?” Rinoa pleaded.

“Nope,” Selphie sang.

“Why not?” Rinoa begged.

“Because I say so,” Selphie said with a giggle. “Now, either strip or come back later.”

Rinoa glanced down the halls again. To her right, down at the curve were two SeeD candidates. To the left, just three doors down was a SeeD in his doorway talking to a female candidate at his door.

“I can’t,” Rinoa whispered. “There, there are people.”

“Silly,” Selphie giggled. “That’s the idea.”

“I can’t,” She repeated.

“Then bye!” Selphie said, stepping back from her door.

“Wait!” Rinoa exclaimed, stopping her. Selphie paused, a playful expression of anticipation on her expression. Rinoa glanced down the hallway at the SeeD and his guest, then down at the two candidates. She closed her eyes and blew out her breath.

She kicked her boots off, kicking them into Selphie’s room. But Selphie fielded them like a soccer pro, knocking them back outside. “You have to carry the clothes inside,” she insisted. “In a nice, neat package. Or else I’ll turn you away.”

Rinoa’s heart sank. She glanced down at the SeeD and his guest. Both were watching, making no attempt to hide their attention. She glanced down to her right and she could see the two candidates staring as well.

She stared at Selphie, then closed her eyes. She pushed the shoes to the side of the doorway, then reached up to take off her socks. She took a deep breath, then started to take off her wrist coverings. She folded them neatly and stacked them on top of her socks. She placed both onto the respective boot.

Rinoa stood up straight, checking both directions, unable to meet the eyes of the four others who were watching. Her entire face was flush as her legs shook. She reached up to her shoulders and pulled off her coat.

“Nice and neat,” Selphie reminded as Rinoa folded it. She placed it on top of the boots, then stood up again. Selphie was watching her every move, a delighted smile on her face.

Rinoa took another deep breath, then reached up to her shoulder straps. Forcing herself to keep from glancing in either direction, she slid her arms inside, keeping the shirt on even as she stuck her hands out from the bottom.

“Clever,” Selphie complimented.

Rinoa gave her a harsh look, then reached to the edges of her tight shorts. She glanced subtly in each direction, then closed her eyes. “I hate you,” She whimpered up to Selphie.

“Not for much longer,” The girl promised.

Rinoa bit her lip and pushed her hands down. Her pants came down, revealing herself to the hallway. She stepped out and she folded them hastily. She pulled her shirt over her head and folded it as well. She placed it onto the stack of clothes and stood before Selphie, completely bare. “There,” She said.

“Are you going to carry your stuff inside?” Selphie asked innocently. Rinoa glared, then lowered down. “Uh-uh,” Selphie said down to her. “Bend over.” Rinoa glared again, then bent over at her waist, picking up the stack of clothes. Holding them in her arms, she stared at Selphie. “Would you like to come inside?” Rinoa glared. “Just ask,” Selphie said, leaning against the doorway.

“Selphie, can I . . .”

“Uh-uh,” Selphie stopped her instantly. “Mistress Tilmitt.”

Rinoa chewed on her embarrassment, her whole body blushing. “Mistress Tilmitt, may I come in?”

“May you please come in?” She asked.

“May I please come in?” Rinoa asked, on the verge of tears.

“All together now,” Selphie said, almost smiling.

Rinoa’s knees nearly gave out. “Mistress Tilmitt, may I please come in?”

“Well, sure!” Selphie said, stepping out of the way. Rinoa immediately lunged into the room, whirling around at Selphie. Still clutching her clothes, she shivered at the girl. “You can just put that stuff down anywhere,” Selphie said as she shut the door, motioning to the overly cheerful room filled with bright, pastel colors and stuffed animals.

Rinoa dropped her clothes to the floor and turned back to Selphie. “I can’t believe you made me . . .” But before she could say anything else, Selphie tackled Rinoa, knocking her down to the bed. Rinoa hit the soft watery surface, unprepared as Selphie climbed on top of her straddling Rinoa’s left leg. Covering Rinoa’s mouth with her own, Selphie devoured Rinoa’s protests, licking through her lips.

Rinoa finally pushed away fast enough. She was about to speak when Selphie reached between her legs and stroked once. Rinoa’s eyes went wide as her body went rigid with the delight. “Oh ho ho,” Selphie grinned, lowering down to Rinoa’s legs.

Rinoa lifted up about to protest, but Selphie drove her head in between Rinoa’s legs. Rinoa was about scream for her to stop when she felt Selphie’s tongue lick the tiny space. Rinoa fell back to the bed, unable to move.

Selphie’s tongue moved like a snake, tracing lines of ecstasy over the folds of Rinoa’s inner thigh. Rinoa began to shift with the motions and in no time began to moan and rise up off of the bed.

Selphie sat up, a giant smile on her face as Rinoa tried to catch her breath. “Hmm,” she said, wiping her mouth. “You taste good.” She giggled, then hopped awkwardly off her bed. She reached up to the zipper between her breasts and pulled it down. In one smooth motion, Selphie opened her dress, exposing her slender, white body to Rinoa. Without a stitch on underneath, Selphie tossed the dress aside and held her arms up. “Well? What’d you think?” She dropped her arms, giggling. “I look like a twelve year old, don’t I?”

Rinoa wasn’t able to respond. But Selphie didn’t give her time. She turned from Rinoa and pulled out the large box that her nunchaku had come in. She laid it down on her desk and looked at Rinoa. “You want a rear one?” She asked, opening the box.

“A what?” Rinoa asked, still recovering from Selphie’s attack.

“A rear one,” Selphie repeated, holding up a slender vibrator. Rinoa just stared, not even following what it was. “No, you better not,” She decided. “We need to deal with that.”

“Wait, deal with what?” Rinoa asked.

“You’ve never had it from behind, have you?” She asked as she angled the vibrator behind her. Rinoa watched in distanced shock as Selphie pushed it up inside her, moaning with childish delight as she did. Once it was inside, she flicked the switch on the base and a high-pitched hum echoed from within her. Selphie immediately squeaked, her body jerking with the delight.

When she opened her eyes, she stared right at Rinoa with the gaze of a hungry lioness. She reached into the box and grabbed a handful of the items and rushed back onto the bed. Rinoa backed away from Selphie, only to back herself into the corner of the room.

Selphie grabbed her leg and pulled on Rinoa. She didn’t move the girl, but she was able to get in between her thighs. Rinoa started to protest in fear, but Selphie held a round red ball on a black handle up to Rinoa’s thighs. A second high-pitched hum began and Rinoa exploded. She threw her head back, screaming at the top of her lungs as joy like she had never known rushed through her body.

“It’s nice, ain’t it?” Selphie grinned. But Rinoa pushed into the toy, unconsciously rubbing her hips against it. Selphie smiled as she did, then shifted her weight to sit between Rinoa’s legs. Straddling the toy herself, she laid her legs across Rinoa’s hips so the toy was between the two of them.

Instantly, they both began to moan. Rinoa cried, her body shaking every so often with the relentless releases, while Selphie handled the sensation with greater experience, biting on her lip and letting out the moans in high-pitched shouts of delight.

After a few moments, Selphie turned the ball off and Rinoa fell against the wall, gasping for breath. But Selphie sat up, still pressing her thighs against Rinoa’s. She reached across to Rinoa’s breasts and pinched her nipple. Rinoa shouted at the sensation, but Selphie held on and firmly drew Rinoa up into her chest. “Come on,” Selphie prompted sweetly.

Rinoa felt her face flushed with heat and opened her eyes to find her face in Selphie’s nearly flat chest. She closed her eyes again and moved forward. She stuck out her tongue, feeling the girl’s smooth skin. She licked across Selphie’s chest, finding a nipple. She licked at it, but Selphie took Rinoa’s head by the hair and pushed her against her breast. “Come on, Rinoa,” Selphie begged. “Bite it, nibble it, come on!”

Rinoa nodded and took a breath. She opened her mouth just a bit, biting delicately down on Selphie’s nipple. The change in sensation made Selphie gasp, but Rinoa held on. She carefully rolled her teeth across each other, only eliciting more moans and whimpers from Selphie. “Flick your tongue,” The small girl asked. Rinoa began to chatter her teeth as she flicked the very tip of her tongue against the tiniest portion of Selphie’s nipple that made it out between her teeth.

Selphie tore free, her body convulsing with delight. She moaned and shook, pinching her own breasts with seemingly brutal attention as Rinoa looked on. She looked out, about to offer help, but the moaning stopped. Selphie sat up and surged at Rinoa, grabbing both her breasts by the nipples. Rinoa shouted in pain as Selphie twisted her nipples, but Selphie pinned her to the bed, continuing to roughly attend to her breasts. “Come on,” She whispered into Rinoa’s ear, her hot breath licking against Rinoa’s cheek. “You know you like it.”

But after a moment, Selphie backed away and started to shift through the toys she had brought onto the bed. As she did, Rinoa brushed the black strands of hair out of her face and looked down at her breasts. Both nipples had flared up into huge mounds. They both ached, but when she reached up to them, they were joyously tender. She carefully pinched them herself, making herself moan in surprised delight.

Then she felt it enter her.

Her eyes flared open as Selphie slid the vibrator into Rinoa. She tried to stop her, but Selphie then slipped forward, the other half inside of her. With their thighs held against each other and connected by the rod between them, Selphie laid down. Rinoa moaned in ecstasy. Selphie began to shift her hips as if she was dancing, each motion, making Rinoa shout. Almost unconsciously, she found herself pinching her own breasts, the pressure growing harder and harder.

Selphie gave up on her hips quickly. She reached between their legs and took hold of the double-sided toy. She began to yank into herself, then pull it, the opposite occurring to Rinoa. Instantly both were screaming louder than before, wave after wave of delight and joy shifting through them.

Finally, Selphie pulled the toy out from Rinoa. The girl fell to the bed, exhausted past the point of movement. “Okay,” Selphie said, out of breath. “That was a good warm up.”

“Warm up?!” Rinoa exclaimed tiredly.

“Oh yeah,” Selphie said, sitting back onto the bed. She laid next to Rinoa, her hips by Rinoa’s head. “We’re just getting started.” She pushed Rinoa’s hips apart, reaching her arms through. Rinoa was too tired to protest. “We’ve got a lot of work we need to do on you.”

“Work?” Rinoa asked. But as she did, she felt something pushing inside of her. But it was too far behind where the first toy had been. “Selphie!” Rinoa shouted.

“Shhh,” The smaller girl assured. “It’s okay. It know it feels weird, but trust me, you’ll get to love it.” She looked down across their bodies at Rinoa, an intoxicatingly seductive smile on her face. “And I do mean love it.” Rinoa suddenly shifted as she felt the thing begin to draw in and out. Almost instantly, she began to moan. “Beside, you need to get used to it now and not when some guy decides that a blowjob isn’t enough.”

“What?” Rinoa asked, still exhausted.

“Don’t worry about it,” Selphie said, spreading her legs a bit. “Would you mind getting to work?”

Rinoa looked from Selphie to the apex of her legs. She closed her eyes again, and lowered down.



Dressed and drained, Rinoa sat on the railings near the gates into Balamb garden. Under the starlit sky, she was nearly falling asleep. The post-rain chill was still in the air, even so late in the night. But she looked out at the space to see no one around at this hour, not even the gate man.

She glanced around again, then stepped back into the small alcove, hidden away from just about any vantage point. She glanced nervously around, then held her hands up to her chest. She took a deep breath, then held her hands out. “Shiva!” She called.

A cold air rushed past her and she opened her eyes. A cold wind with snow caught in its dance swept through the courtyard. But with a flash of cold, the snow coalesced into a small ball of ice that quickly grew. Forming to the size of a vehicle, the ice shattered dramatically.

A woman was left standing before Rinoa. With blue skin and a cold presence, the bare woman stood simply before Rinoa. “I know what needs to happen,” She said to Shiva. “But, but could you please be gentle.” As she spoke, Rinoa laughed at herself. “I’m really, um, really . . . sore.”

Shiva stared at Rinoa with her usual aloof placid gaze, but then stepped closer to her. “I, I had to, to do it out, out here,” Rinoa said, backing fearfully away from Shiva as the woman advanced relentlessly. “I couldn’t do it in Squall’s room again and, and, and, Angelo would . . .”

Shiva slipped her hand between Rinoa’s thighs. The cool caress made Rinoa inhale sharply, but Shiva wrapped her arm around Rinoa, holding her up. Rinoa slowly breathed out as Shiva’s gentle fingers carefully massaged her sensitive skin through her pants.

As Rinoa breathed, her gasps came out as puffs of cold air. She looked around as the gentle joy slowly took over her. The air was freezing into ice, encasing her and Shiva in a private world of ice.

Shiva leaned up against Rinoa, pushing her against the ice. The cold surface was strangely dry, yet not cold enough to be uncomfortable. But still, her skin rose up in goose bumps as Shiva continued to pay cautious attention to Rinoa’s delicate body.

After a moment of subtle delight, Rinoa’s eyes opened wide as she felt a kiss on the back of her neck. She looked out of the corner of her eye to see the wall of ice behind her. It was nothing but a wall of icy mouths just like Shiva’s. Dozens of mouths kissed and licked Rinoa, soothing her tender and sore body while slowly, delicately, summoning up a growing paradise from within her body.

Shiva leaned into to Rinoa, her lips just inches from Rinoa’s face. Her cold skin and icy breath chilled Rinoa, her entire body going numb from the cold and the delight. All the while, Shiva worked carefully away at Rinoa’s thighs.

“Please,” Rinoa whimpered as the sensations grew to the edge of her strength. As if on the precipice of boundless ecstasy, Rinoa began to beg, pleading for release. She wrapped her arms around Shiva’s shoulders, clutching to the icy woman. “Please,” she begged.

Shiva moved closer, her face caressing up against Rinoa’s cheek. Rinoa gasped as she felt Shiva’s breasts brushing up against her own, her clothes doing nothing to mute the sensation. She felt the Guardian Force’s icy-hard nipples skate against her own and it threw her off the edge of her restraint.

As Rinoa started to scream, Shiva slipped in close, kissing her. Sliding her frozen tongue inside Rinoa, she held her as Rinoa screamed from the very base of her soul. The boundaries of her own world shattered as joy like she had never known surged through her body, filling every corner of her being.

Rinoa sat down on the bench by the railing with a hard flop. Her breath came out as burst of an icy cloud, gasping. She looked up as Shiva knelt down in the bare air, the ice gone. Shiva lowered down to Rinoa, crossing her arms over her knees. Rinoa looked back at Shiva, a grateful smile on her exhausted face. “Next time . . .” She started whisper, her consciousness fading. She fell over, but Shiva caught her in her arms. Gently lifting Rinoa into her arms, Shiva held her close to her icy body. Cradling her carefully, she started back into the Garden.