The Taming of the Girl

Author's Note: No matter what is said in this chapter, seriously, all of you are awesome, and make writing these chapters all worth it. So just a little warning that you and I will be mocked.

“We have been informed of what you are, little girl,” the Cloud of Darkness informed in her breathless, regal tone. “The fool spoke highly of your abilities.”

Terra scooted away from the wraith, lips quivering in fright, arms only able to hold herself up, but not help get her to her feet and haul it to safety. “N...no...I couldn't possibly...what about the Warrior? He's the closest to Cosmos, he must have more power than I.”

“I can sense it deep within you, child. A fool he may be, but he was right about just how powerful you are. But are you fit to serve us?”

“No, no, I couldn't possibly b--”

“Uweee-hee-hee-hee!” came an all too recognizable laugh. Terra and the Cloud of Darkness both turned to face the source, as he bounded into view. The mad magician, Kefka, his skin as white as porcelain, his face covered in stage makeup that made him resemble a clown. His outfit was equally as buffoon like, garish and gaudy with mismatched colours. All and all, he looked like a wreck.

And yet Terra couldn't have been absolutely more horrified than she was right now. Kefka continued laughing, and applauded. “You caught her! You managed to snatch her up, and you caught her!” he congratulated the Cloud of Darkness, who was less than enthused.

“What are you doing here, fool?” she asked. Her tone suggested that fool was not so much a direct insult for the moment as it was her name for him.

“Well I think I'm supposed to say I'm here to help you break the girl in to the fun team, but, personally, I think the author's trying to make a statement about rape and how awful it is, even in porn.”

“What.”

“I know, right? What kind of double standard is that? When it's just one or two women having their way with another girl, it's rape, but it's the smutty, enjoyable lesbian rape. When you throw a guy in the mix, suddenly, it becomes a lot harder to swallow and becomes more uncomfortable for all involved. Make the guy the one who looks like a clown, and suddenly you've got an attempt at a ham fisted message that looks out to scold viewers who revel in or at least ignore the double standard and enjoy the first kind of porn, effectively calling them out, especially himself.”

The Cloud of Darkness never gawked, but damn she was close now. Terra still shuffled back on her rear, trying to find some means of running the hell away from here. Kefka continued.

“Or maybe the author will be too sickened by the idea of the monster clown Kefka raping poor, sweet little Terra that he'll lose the balls and keep this from going online, maybe even dunk his laptop in bleach to truly purge it of the horror he just wrote. All depends on what disappears next: if I do, then you two can go back to your happy little tentacle rape session. If it's just my pants, then the horrific-for-you-awesome-for-me-AFF.net-social-commentary experience can begin. Survey says...!”

Kefka stood still for a moment, arms furled out dramatically. A few seconds passed, before there was a clear “Ding!” noise, and his pants were gone. Terra gagged, and nearly blew chunks right there. Even the Cloud of Darkness broke stoicism to wince in disgust at the sorcerer's...unsightly equipment.

“Mah pants!” Kefka concluded. He turned his attention to Terra. “Okay, so, help us put on the show we're all here to see, and you'll leave with just the one forced orgasm educed by rape. Or was it slated to be two? Eh, no more than six. But you'll get out of this alive! Probably. Well, maybe. Actually, you know what, I don't know if I should say for sure at this point, 'cause she's gonna wanna break your spirit, and who knows what I'm gonna do to ya. So, you're gonna get break, we get the slave, and everybody's happy! Except you, the slave girl.

“And don't worry; unless we find them, the people you care about here and back in our world will be completely safe. But, full disclosure, we're actually really good at finding people thanks to Narrative Causality so just be thankful you won't be in any mental state to care 'bout that. So, ah, can we hurry this up 'cause, I've actually got a thing--eeeyaack!”

Kefka stopped talking, legs shuddering as one of the Cloud of Darkness's sentient tentacles had its mouth on his balls. It hadn't bitten in, but it was poised.

“If you make,” the Cloud of Darkness threatened, “one more joke about the fourth wall...I'm biting your dick off.”

“Duly noted...” Kefka whimpered, before snapping his fingers, and vanishing in a puff of green, noxious smoke.

When the smoke cleared, the Cloud of Darkness looked to a pile of rubble and pillars, back to her disappointed stoicism. “If there's anyone else who was hoping to make a cameo who's not Ultimecia, go ahead and step out here.”

On that cue, everyone else on Team Chaos, except for Ultimecia, Jecht and Golbez, stepped out, all looking ashamed. Even Shantotto was standing amongst them, although she, too, looked shamed. Terra just looked at her, stunned.

Kuja smiled nervously up at the C.o.D. “Well, I just figured,” he tried to explain, “that if we already had the sexiest of us in you, and the most beautiful of us in Ultimecia, why not complete the ensemble with the prettiest of us, in me?” The C.o.D kept glaring, and Kuja backed down.

Emperor Palamecia put on his best confident face, and stood tall, his crotch forward. “I figured I was already the spitting image of Jareth the Goblin King. I might not have the area, but I--”

“If you don't have The Area, you have nothing,” the Cloud of Darkness said coldly. The Emperor winced, and joined Kuja in the sulking. The C.o.D pointed to the distance, ordering them to leave.

The line of villains sulked off, passing a disapproving Golbez, who was shaking his head and clicking his tongue, just short of wagging his finger. “I am very, very disappointed in each and every one of you,” he chided in his sexy Peter Beckman voice. The C.o.D heard this, and looked to Golbez, putting on an aroused smile for the first time since she took her humanoid form.

She then looked at the rubble they all hid behind. “Come on out of there, Jecht, we know you're back there.”

Jecht came out from behind the rubble, not ashamed or anything, more contemplative. “Well,” he defended himself, his rippling abs shining in the strange light of the zone Terra was taken to, “I was supposed to swoop in and rescue Terra, proving I'm still a good guy at heart, but, this isn't that kind of story. Unfortunate, since I'd hate to see a pretty little lady like her get damaged like that, but...I kinda don't want my blitzballs being ripped offa me, so I'm just gonna leave now.”

“No. You stay.” The Cloud of Darkness folded her arms commandingly, and looked to Golbez. “You stay, too, sexy voice.”

“Hey, whoa, wait, if this involves raping the poor girl, I want no part in this,” Jecht argued. “The Great Jecht may be a cad, a skirt chaser and a horrible father, but he is not a rapist.”

“Yes, it would be extraordinarily out of character for one such as I to take a part in this,” Golbez added.

“No, no, we can make this work,” The Cloud of Darkness insisted. “We just need to wait for Ultimecia to show up, and--”

“Oho. Is this the girl the jester spoke of?” Ultimecia asked from nowhere, as if on cue. In a haze of black mist and black feathers, the sorceress of time appeared with a flourish...and then noticed that Jecht and Golbez were also there. “I...oh, this just turned awkward...”

“No, this just turned wonderful,” the Cloud of Darkness insisted. “Okay, here's how it's all gonna go down: Ultimecia does her thing with Terra, which effectively makes her our slave, and then we strip her naked and tie her down. At this point, Jecht, you start doing the business with her, while I forcibly open the front of Ultimecia's dress and tie her arms down, holding her out for Golbez to fuck. At this, we tie Terra and Ultimecia together and they go at it, while the rest of us have a threesome with a competition for dominance. Then, we--”

“You know, that still sounds like forcing all this on the girl. And what did I just say about my feelings on that?” Jecht interrupted.

“I don't think any of that matters now,” Ultimecia chimed in, finally out of her stunned stupor that the Cloud of Darkness inflicted on her when she started her discussion of a plan. “She's gone.”

The three looked to the space Terra once occupied, and then up to Golbez. There was a pause, before Golbez shrugged. “Look, it's been established at this point that Jecht and I are the most moral people on this team. So while the passionate, headstrong Jecht argued with you, what do you suppose I was doing?”

“So she's--”

“Long gone.”

“Ha...” Ultimecia folded her arms under her breasts. “Well, this proved to be entirely pointless.”

“No no, we can still make this work,” the Cloud of Darkness mentioned.

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A few hours later, the Cloud of Darkness stirred from her brief rest, sitting up on her bed, stretching her limbs. She heard Ultimecia's muffled breathing, and looked down on her tied up little pet. The witch's robe was still on, but only by her arms, the rest of it open at the front, revealing her naked body. Her legs were tied to spread open, her arms bound behind her back and connected to her neck in a rope collar, and a her mouth was full with a whiffled ballgag.

The Cloud of Darkness put on a haughty smile, and continued stretching. “It feels so nice to stretch out your limbs after a good few hours of sex, isn't it, my pet?” she asked. Ultimecia just looked up at her, and growled something probably profane behind her gag.

The Cloud of Darkness edged towards the foot of the bed, where Golbez was standing tall, completely naked except for his helmet, his glorious shoulders, and his cape. Somehow, he was still able to smoke.

Jecht was chained up to the wall next to the Cloud of Darkness's bed, completely naked, although, for him, that only meant his pants and underwear were gone. He, too, with a satisfied look on his face, was smoking, in spite of his arms being shackled over his head.

“Cigarette?” Jecht offered the Cloud of Darkness. She nodded, and he managed to produce a fresh cigarette from out of his hair, and tossed it over to her. She held it to Golbez, who, with a flick of his thumb, had a light on the tip of his finger.

The Cloud of Darkness took a long drag from her cigarette, and let out a breath of smoke, before crawling back up the bed. Jecht looked up at Golbez, with a toothy smirk. “We just achieved the absolute best justification for working on this team,” he mentioned. He looked up at his wrists, and nodded. “Totally worth it.”

Golbez nodded, tapping some ash from his smoke. “Indeed,” he commented. “I...never actually considered this as any sort of benefit, what with the given impossibility, but, there you go.”

“Through the virtue of my manly chest and your compelling voice, bro.” Jecht clenched his fist, and tried to hold it forward, only it came up short. “Ah, man, can ya give me some slack here, I'm kinda...” Golbez closed the distance between them, and completed the offered brofist. “ 'ere we go.”

The Cloud of Darkness took Ultimecia by the rope collar, and lifted her up, unhooking and removing the ballgag. She offered the witch the cigarette, which she took a short drag of, and exhaled in a rather regal, elegant fashion, in spite of her current state. The Cloud of Darkness smirked, amused and actually aroused by that action, and kissed Ultimecia deeply, sharing the taste of saliva, womanhood, and smoke.

And all that went wrong was that they didn't recruit a spineless, unstable little girl who would probably return to Team Cosmos after just one battle with any of the others on that squad.

Yep, the Cloud of Darkness had to consider this mission an incredible success.

~Fin~