Mistresses of the World of Ruin

Terra, Edgar, Locke, Celes, Mog, Setzer, Gau, Sabin. They had all found one another- well, more accurately, Celes had found *them.* They were attempting to gather the party back together to make a final assault on Kefka's tower- their hopes were high, too, as they acquired many spells, abilities, equipment, and experience. Their next search brought them to Jidoor, where they heard a socialite named Owzer had hopes to paint the loveliest painting ever created. His desires led him to hire artists from around the world.

Though Relm was so young, the party members knew right away that this search must have brought the girl by this place. And his mansion was cursed, at least in some way. From the moment the party stepped inside, a scent of cleanliness- overt cleanliness- pervaded their senses. The whole gallery was dark, too.

"How will we ever see in this place?" questioned Locke.

Celes flipped on a lamp. "Apparently with the switch."

"Quiet," he retorted.

She picked up a blooming flower from a vase next to the switch and fastened it to her hairclip, "I think this looks nice, doesn’t it?"

"Yeah, I think it’s really pretty Cel," Terra observed.

"Not really my thing, but I guess it’s alright. Let’s get a move on," said Locke. Celes scooped the remaining flowers for their inventory. There seemed to be no monsters or threats here. But there were not any doors or places to go.

"This mansion seemed a lot larger on the outside," said Terra.

"You're right," replied Edgar.

"Perhaps we should split up?" suggested Celes.

"I think that's a good idea... maybe I can find some paintings..." thought Locke out loud.

"You would," quipped Edgar.

"Hey, I bet we could make a lot of money here!" he defended.

"Stop it you two," interrupted Celes, "We are here to find clues to where our friend Relm is. So let's split up and look for a way to get deeper into this mansion, because I'm sure it's bigger than this gallery area."

"Agreed there," said Locke.

The party split, looking at various paintings as they searched for a passageway deeper into the mansion. Locke passed by a painting of an urn, while Terra examined the abstract details of a chair. These artistic trivialities were a fine break from their search, but it seemed inane in light of the search for Relm, or the battle against Kefka.

Edgar stopped at one picture, eyeing the corridor back and forth to make sure none of his friends saw him gawking. It was a portrait of two lovely ladies. Edgar stood staring at the double portrait. Two smoking seductresses in blazing red dresses with slits so long, he swore he could never have made them in a monster with a sword. They were literally smoking, like classic femme fatales, from two long, black cigarette holders. Their brunette heads were done up in innocent ponytails, and they were perfectly made-up with spotless makeup and eyeshadow. Sure, he should be looking for an escape, but these ladies were immaculately fine and beautiful. The two women gazed steadily back, almost as if they were... alive. But as he stared back in adoration, wishing these ladies were real, in some form of phantasm, the smoke from their cigarette holders began to wisp up in snake patterns. Edgar brought his hands to his eyes and rubbed them as the girl on the left gazed on, bringing her holder to her lips and slowly inhaling. She never broke eye contact with Edgar as she brought her shiny red glove to her lips, kissing and blowing slowly.

A cloud of smoke traveled through the painting and tinged Edgar's nose. He recalled his drunken nights at the bars in South Figaro under the guise "Gerad." Many girls smoked in those bars and we was always repulsed by them- even for a man who loved women more than tools. But this didn't smell quite so bad. Maybe it was magic smoke. He breathed it in, surprised that he wasn’t coughing. This was certainly sexy- the glamour of smoke without the disgusting strings attached. He knew the girls in the paintings were trying to seduce him, and he was quite the happy man because of it. He was always receptive to women. Always. He loved it when girls tried to seduce him. "Maybe a little bit of fun," and the other party members would not notice, he thought.

They began to slow move forward in the painting. Before he could consciously explain by what means this was going on, the perfect thigh of the right women had emerged from the painting, followed by her sexy body and that of the girl next to her. Unconfined to two dimensions, they were a sight to behold. Two pairs of taut, supple breasts delicately curved by the satin folds of their gowns, voluptuous thick lips lined with sweet, thick, ruby-red lipstick. A gracious walk that combined the smooth writhing of a snake with the rhythm of a belly dancer. And the tight ballroom dresses did nothing to hide the curves of their thin, model-esque frames.

"What are your names, m'ladies?" Edgar asked in his casanova tone.

"We're twins, named Misty," they said in unison, as he was lost in the perfect movements of their glimmering lips. The one on the left continued, "But we can't have you making too much noise. We want to show you a good time, but I'm sure your friends have more important ideas for you at the moment."

He shook his head. The one on the right walked to him, putting a hand on his chest and nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder.

"Then fall under my spell. ...*Silence.*"

Edgar offered no resistance as the silence came over him. This didn't seem odd at all- these ladies were just irresistible. The lady holding him ran her tongue along his neck, sending a sizzle down his spine. He reached over and planted a kiss on her cheek, as the other girl had walked and grasped his elbow lightly, exposing the slit of her dress and giving him a slow hump with her exposes thigh. Edgar was rock hard. This was like a fantasy, and he never dreamed of a two-girl seduction coming true.

He tried to speak, but remembered he was silenced. One of the Misties said, "I'm so glad you're here with us, big boy. We get so lonely in that painting. We relieve each other,"

That was like music to Edgar.

"But we need a man to keep us company. A *real* man, like you," they breathed needily in unison in his ears.

He was so hot. Another soft lick to the neck and the words, "Let's go somewhere more private," washed away any doubts. They guided him step by step into the painting as he was completely captivated by the two girls. His whole body was absorbed in the painting.

About half an hour later, the party came together. They had thoroughly explored the floor, turning every nook and cranny to no avail.

"Where is Edgar?"

"I don't know, did you see him?"

"No, I didn't. I thought you might have..."

"...weird."

The party walked around the paintings once more, until Terra piped, "What's that?"

She pointed to a painting that was originally one of two lovely ladies. Except now, it was one of two lovely ladies and a man, with the sight was one to behold. Edgar stood with his arms wrapped around one lady, in a passionate embrace with her, frozen in time. The other spooned him from behind, wrapping her arms around his chest and kissing the back of his neck deeply. Her hair fell down on his shoulders, and a heart floated above his head. Edgar was completely lost.

"Edgar!" cried Celes.

The threesome broke their moment of passion and looked at the observers. Then one of the girls looked to Edgar, broke their embrace, and eyed him as if saying goodbye. He pouted, looking to and fro the party, but they motioned that he had to leave. After mumbling something that sounded like “Thanks for all the info.,” they blew him a kiss, and went back to their pre-Edgar pose as he stepped out of the painting slowly. He tried to speak, but he couldn't. Instead, he just motioned to his lips.

Celes took the hint. *Echo Screen*, she used.

"What the hell was that?" cried Celes, looking at all the deep red lipstick stains and hickey marks on his neck and face.

"I met those two lovely ladies... over... there," he turned around, pointing, but found that the portrait had moved and gave way to a large, oaken door. He looked disappointed to see them vanish.

"At least, I think. Honestly, I can't remember anything."

"What do you mean, you can't remember anything?"

"I mean, two ladies came, I stepped inside the painting, and then you came, and I left! That's all there was to it."

"Hmmmm..." thought Terra.

"Was it nice?" joked Locke.

"It was heavenly," he replied, "But I'm glad we're off on our journey once more. That was a nice little break."

"I'll never let you get over that," said the treasure hunter.

"I'm sure you won't, but at least I found us the way in."

“You’re sure you don’t remember anything?”

“Certain.”

They traveled deeper and deeper into the dungeon. After acquiring more equipment, including a Relic Ring, Edgar and Locke took the lead, talking man to man about the experience with the twins named Misty. It was not every day that something like that happened.

"Do you think they were monsters?" asked Locke seriously.

"You know, I'm not really sure."

"Did you feel manipulated in any way?" he continued.

"Well," replied Edgar, "It's hard to say, because I looove women so much."

"That's true, I have always known that about you. Just remember when we met that one over there..." he said, pointing back to Terra. But the sight they saw shocked them.

They turned around to see Celes pinning Terra against one of the hardwood walls of the mansion's basement, holding one of the flowers in front of her face and forcing her to breathe deeply. She slowly, seductively ran her fingers through the girl's hair, over and over again, as she grinned evilly. Her victim was completely dazzled.

"Breathe of the wonderful flower, Terra," she whispered sultrily, in an evil tone much different from her usual one.

"Yes... so wonderful," breathed Terra back with a helpless sigh. Celes loosened her hold on Terra as the half-Esper stood there and took the flower into her own hands, breathing deeply from its blooming sweetness of her own will, as if she was drinking the hypnotic flavors like an aromatic wine to be savored.

"What the...? What kind of day is this??" yelled Locke.

Surprised, the brainwashed heroine turned around. "Don't you want to smell the beautiful flowers daaaaaahling?" asked Celes, her eyes a supple, opaque pink.

"Untained flowers my arse. What have you done to Terra??" demanded Edgar.

"She let me smell the beautiful flowers, silly," Terra giggled as she took one more deep, deep, breath, then clipped the flower to her hair. A cloud of yellow mist enveloped her face as she said, "They are sooo sweet, and totally, like, make you feel good. Would you like to smell them too?"

“The sweet scent absolutely CAPTIVATED me since we walked in the mansion, daahhlings…” droned Celes like a lusty zombie.

Edgar noticed that the probable overdose of pollen gave a bimbo-effect on Terra. He also noticed that on Celes' head, the flower in her hair had grown many tentacle-like strands that traveled down along her face, into her ear, and nose. He saw similar tentacles forming on Terra's flower, as its stamens grew longer to thread into her ears and nose, and into her mind. She moaned softly as her eyes began to fill with pinkness, like thick paint flooding them. The tentacles must have been flooding their minds directly with the potent hypnotic pollen.

"Everything in this place is weird, eh Edgar?"

"The flowers, like, know all and tell us all, it's so fabulous," stammered the brainwashed Celes, "Join us, Locke, sexy dear..."

Edgar jumped out of the way, and Locke merely put his hands to his face as Terra and Celes simultaneously brought their palms to their lips, closed their eyes, and blew. A thick stream of yellow pollen came out and enveloped him completely. His block was useless as he grew dizzy and Edgar yelled, "No!!" But Locke was stunned as he couldn’t resist breathing in. He merely stood there as Celes came close to him, opened her palm, and blew once more, this time much stronger, much more irresistible. The sweet scent of the yellow pollen overpowered him as he closed his eyes and fell in her arms.

"You've been smelling the wonderful scent, daahhhling, wanting it this whole time," she piped, "And now, daaahling, you’re mine. All mine. My plaything… my daaaaahling…"

The heroine looked him in the eyes through her hypnotized orbs, and pulled him in for a deep kiss. As her lips met his, she brought up her hands to unfasten his bandana. She replaced it with yet another flower that grew more tentacles. Soon, Locke's eyes glazed over like the rest.

Edgar didn't know what to do. Everything was falling apart before his eyes. He targeted all Rafflesia- only had hope to try to attack all of them and chanted the only black magic spell he knew: "Poison."

None of them fell. This was hopeless. In response, Terra held her palm open and blew, and that was it, it was over. "Teehee, just, like, totally breathe it all! Breathe it!!" she danced around him sexily, waving the pollen around, as its sweet yellow scent made him feel more and more relaxed. She opened her palm again and blew, saying “Keep breathing! That’s a good boy, a good stud!” He smiled- this wasn't so bad at all. Terra fixed the flower to his chest. A fine way for a journey to end. He would have preferred the Misties, though. His last bit of conscious thought vanished as the stamens reached his nose and ears and his vision turned a luscious pink.

The whole party had succumbed to the Entice spell of the Rafflesias. There was no more hope for them- their journey had ended there, deep in the basement of Owzer’s mansion. They were doomed forever to be the puppets of the hypnotic flowers that had attached themselves to their minds. Doomed to wander those corridors forever and entrance anybody foolish enough to try and save them.

Celes began to fondle herself, moaning loudly as she fell to the floor. Edgar and Terra caught eyes and lunged at each other in a passionate embrace, beginning to rip off each other's clothes, and Locke dropped his pants, masturbating to the site of the horny Celes. They were no longer heroes, but animals, wallowing and dancing in their own carnality. The flowers willed so, and as the party gazed on, sexually charged through pink eyes, their wills conformed to the wills of their flowers.

Edgar fondled Terra's breasts, as she grew closer and closer to climax, rubbing herself up and down along his hard cock and kissing him deeply. The others, too, were absorbed in their own pleasure. Celes rubbed furiously clockwise on her labia, tilting her head back, listening to the grunting moans of Edgar as he pleasured himself on Terra’s nub. Locke was laughing evilly, jerking off to this impure sight.

And then their little fantasy ended. The flowers, one by one, began to fall down.

Apparently the delay of the poison spell worked after all.

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Almost fifteen minutes later, the party was still completely silent, almost dead, not making any eye contact. There was so much shame, especially on part of Celes, as to what just happened. As they put their clothes backed on.

"I can't believe that happened with a bunch of flowers," said Edgar.

"We'll never let ourselves fall prey to a charm spell again."

They continued their quest through the mansion.

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And how quickly that vow was broken. The details of the rest of the dungeon may be trivial to our reader, but its conclusion certainly sets the stage.

A thick steamy fog was slowly enveloping the whole room, washing over the party. The haze that shrouded Chadarnook's voluptuous body created a steambath that was both blinding and subtly erotic.

"My love, slow down your friends."

"Yes mistress."

Terra cast "Slow" on Locke.

"She fell under Chadarnook's Entice spell!" cried Locke, "We must stop her!"

"Gah, not again!" cried Celes, as a pair of hearts hit her. They exploded as Chadarnook sang melodically, pursing her lips and smiling as yet another thrall was ready to join her.

"Hit your friends 'til they drop!" commanded the voluptuous, naked painting of the goddess. The chadarnook was only clothed by the mist that barely shrouded her. Her finger was held out in a dominating, confident pose, and her long, brown hair fell upon her shoulders and supple breasts, piercing blue eyes seductive and strangely evil.

It was Terra's turn once more.

"My love, blind your friends."

"Yes mistress."

Terra cast "Dark" on Edgar.

Now, it was Celes' turn.

"My love, Runic their healing magic."

"Yes mistress."

Celes used Runic, which opposed the "Haste" spell that Locke had just readied.

"This isn't good!" cried Locke.

Edgar attacked Chadarnook. He barely hit, too, because of the darkness. This would take a while, without the magical firepower of Terra and Celes at his side.

Terra's turn rolled around once more.

"What does my mistress command?"

"I command nothing more," Chadarnook grinned, "Than for you to come and pleasure me."

"Mid-combat?" cried Locke, "You have to be kidding me!"

But Terra obeyed her enchanting mistress, and like a good puppet walked over to Chadarnook, closed her eyes, and began to suckle on the Enticer's breasts. Completely charmed, she moaned softly as she suckled. Chadarnook motioned for Celes to do the same, and she did, kneeling down and lapping at the exposed pussy of her seductress. The mist in the room was growing stronger and a smell of female juices began to pervade the air. It was a good thing Relm was too busy painting to notice- this would have been too much for her young eyes.

"I will Entice you all, and you will be my slaves forever!" laughed Chadarnook, casting Entice on Edgar. Luckily, the spell didn't work. Apparently he was still a little attached to the Misties and Terra.

Edgar took this opportunity to attack once more. Locke was slowed and had a hard time acting, and the girls were lost sexually, already given up themselves and their question for the second time today. He attacked, and attacked, as everybody else was distracted.

"Be my slaves... submit to me, just relax," she cooed. Edgar ignored this. Every turn that came, he just attacked.

"Why are you hurting me? Join your friends..."

Terra turned around from her breast-suckling. "Yes... join us... in serving mistress..." she droned.

"Mmmmm..." moaned Celes.

Locke aided Edgar in attacking the monster whenever he could.

“Stop attacking me, just give in…”

“Yessss……” echoed the enticed Celes.

But with one more blow, Chadarnook fell, and with her, Celes and Terra fell to the ground, unconscious, the Entice spell broken. Edgar and Locke stood there panting. This had been quite an arduous quest.

"Mmm... mmmy... painting!" cried Owzer, who had been slumbering in the corner, jostled only by the destruction of the painting he had poured so much money into.

"That was so close," said Edgar, ignoring him.

"Too close," Locke replied, doing the same.

"I never realized how weak we are," Edgar said, "And if I thought the Misties were evil, I would not have joined them in that painting."

"I don't know... there's so much I doubt now."

“I wonder if they’re gonna be ok.”

“I’m sure they are. They should be free of Chadarnook’s spell now.”

Celes moaned a bit in her coma state.

"It's not that we are weak," asserted Locke, "We are not used to this type of magic that manipulates are mind."

"Now we know what is is like to have our minds manipulated. We must remain steadfast in this journey."

"We must remain strong."

They noticed Relm, still painting, completely absorbed in her work. It was a REALLY good thing that she didn't witness any of that.

"Relm!"

"Locke! Edgar! You're alright!"

"Barely... we have a lot to tell you. I'm sorry, but we must leave this place at once and get Terra and Celes to a place to rest. They are in bad shape."

"Let me clean up my supplies," she said, understanding the situation.

"We will defeat whatever comes our way," said Edgar, looking back at the scene, and the mist clearing.

This was naive of Edgar. They didn't realize that if the challenges of Owzer's mansion gave them a hard time, they would be putty before the sweet charms of Coco. If they find Coco, will they succeed? Or will their journeys end with closed eyes and planted lips on the gloves and heels of the seductress?

The only problem is that with one taste of the forbidden fruit of being Charmed, the choice was already made for some of the poor adventurers…