Final Fantasy IV - Haunted Baron

Author's Note: This is the furthest I managed to write before we got to Halloween. I have one more chapter planned, though it might take longer to write because I don't have the incentive of "get it done by this date" anymore. I had a lot of fun with these characters and this premise, and I hope it has come out well for you readers.


Edward entered into the windy outdoors. Light drizzle sputtered over him, the distant boom of thunder warning of the storm to come. He rounded the jail building's corner, approached the West Tower to rejoin his allies... and paused.

Abel, the one warrior among them, lay defeated by Lenna's curious lust. Saddled against the man's groin, the red-haired Medusa threatened him with her snakes' hisses as she rode him, magic hearts rising around her head as she satisfied herself on her desired plaything. Her bosom rose and fell with every hard breath, her light bush of red sopping in the throes of delight. Through it all, Abel's mouth gestured words that never came out, like some lip-reading exercise where his voice ought to have been. A look past the pair showed, to Edward, the cause of this sordid, open display.

"Halloween is about something you're not, right? If that's true, I think I found another perfect costume!"

Rosa's hair ran loosely to her rear, streaked lightly in black. Bracelets connected a strip of cloth behind her back, golden high heels raising her height. With black eyeshadow and lipstick, the ensemble would never have sparked its origins in Edward's mind if Baron's queen had not told him outright.

"Barbariccia was such a bitch to me in the Tower of Zot. It's very... freeing, to look and act like one myself."

"What have you done with Lady Chi?" Edward demanded.

"Don't you think it's about time I acted like one? It's only fair that Rydia's very loose ideas of good taste be complemented with those of a tight-ass, snobby noble. Well..." she smirked, "maybe not the tight-ass part."

"I asked you a question!" he repeated.

She rubbed her chest. A pink blush of arousal formed above the bat-shaped black pasties solely hiding the nipples of her lightly sagging breasts. "Oh, she's around here somewhere. Shouldn't you be more concerned with these other two guests? It would be quite a sight for... Lenna, is it? If she got pregnant and gave birth to a little Medusa baby."

"Lift your spells," Edward threatened, hand to his harp.

"Ahaha, why would I do that? Lenna looks so happy, I can't think of anyone I've ever met who comes so close to what Cecil and I share, except maybe Yang and his wife. As for Abel... some men are better off seen and not heard. Wouldn't you agree?"

Edward's past failures played in his mind. Lady Emma, dryad of Baron Castle, towered higher than both Towers. Alec, nearly a victim to YingYi's fiery dragon breath, now swam the castle moat as a Sahagin, a second line of defense to Odin. Determined not to see similar acts repeated, he chanced the situation and released a soft tune from his harp.

"NGH!" Rosa muffled her cry. Her hands pressed against her stomach. Her free bosom bounced. An assault of added notes sent pleasure through her loins that shot out in the form of her own fluids dripping between her legs... and a small, escaped 'prisoner' landing between her feet. Rosa's draping loincloth blew up in the wind, briefly showing off her panty-less mound, as she stepped back.

"Ahhhh..." Lenna cried in relief. She collapsed against Abel's chest, gushing her own arousal as Edward's notes played their power over her slowly corrupting body. Her hair-snakes fell dormant as she passed out, leaving Abel to lift her off, reclothe, and rise to a stand. Carrying Lenna in his arms, he rejoined Edward, Mute still influencing his vocal chords as they peered down at their Mini'd ally.

"I was so confused... I couldn't find my way out of that maze." Wen Chi retched at the wetness of Rosa's sex that covered her head to toe. Her four sylph wings vainly flapped, her tiny voice calling out to her allies. "Don't just stand there, pick me up!"

Taking Wen Chi in his hand, Edward placed her atop his feathered bard cap to rest, rain water washing Rosa's slickness off the newly made Sylph's body. He looked back to the Queen of Baron, hesitating when he saw the change coming over her.

Rosa's eyes shifted from red to her natural blue. "Edward, what happened? What am I wearing? I..." A quick groan brought the demon light back into her eyes, her grin wicked as the magic urging on her evil schemes. "I need to bask in the crystal's light again."

"The crystal?" Edward questioned. "All of this was caused by a crystal?"

"You've heard more than enough, cowardly bard. You bested three of our Fiends. Wind, Fire, Water... what do you suppose the last one will be?"

"Please, Rosa, for the sake of your people-"

"My people? My people should be worshipping us as their gods. They will, and you will help us make that happen when we corrupt that musical talent you have. Go to Cecil's room... or what used to be his room. Become one of our little puppets so you can dance for us at our leisure. Until then, Edward."

Teleport secured Rosa's escape, her barely-dressed form disappearing in the same flashes of light as their past encounters.

Edward looked to the Red Wings headquarters. Emma's overgrown vines stretched even that far, barricading the wooden door from outside. One path remained open, the sole path hinted by the Queen herself. They entered the West Tower, light rain drying on their clothes as the door shut behind them.

"Nnnn..." Lenna groaned as she awoke. "What happened? I... Abel!" Her hair-snakes writhed with the excitement she felt, Charm's hold steady over her as she lay in his arms. "You're such a gentleman."

"I loathe to interrupt you," Edward said, "but we do not have time to waste."

As leader, he walked up the stairs, reaching the next floor toward Cecil's bedroom. It wasn't until a flash of lightning lit the room that he stopped in his tracks, peering closer with the subtle aid of candlelight.

Six women. Pink-haired, red-dressed, yellow ribbons providing decoration to the short-cut style. Their heads hung down numbly, three of them lined to each wall. He could recognize these women anywhere... and anywhere was precisely where he saw them. Every major town across the world had at least one, though they were better known for their presence in Troia. Wen Chi shook the last of the water off her and flew toward the nearest one.

"Hey, what's with these women?" she fluttered in its face. "They look like - whoa!"

Mechanical gears cranked as the women animated, heads rising to look at Edward's motley crew. The musical theme, familiar from Edward's visits to the dwarven castle of the Underground, filled the room with its odd beat. Memories of Princess Luca's playtime flooded back to him, the joining of upper and lower worlds in this night of wicked deeds becoming clearer as the corrupted Dancing Girls spoke in unison.

"We are the Dancing Calcabrina! Would you like to see us dance?"

Following her near-capture, Wen Chi scrambled on the air back to the safety of Edward's bard cap. A spike of pleasure to her flat chest, a remnant from Rydia's Drain spell, had her playing with the tiny nipples of her lithe sylphine body. "Watch out! They don't look human at all."

Edward raised his harp. The dancers' skirts rose and fell with the rush of their spins, the six coming together as a distinct circle. He wondered if the notes would drown out the strange song already playing as he plucked strings, sounding out his own serene tune to clash against the dolls' theme. He waited for the dancers to drop in the throes of passion...

"Ha!" A dancer said. "He thinks his music will affect us like all the other monsters in the castle. Come, let's show him the true face of the Dancing Calcabrina!"

Their dresses ripped off with ease, nudity showing off the real composition of their artificial bodies. Made of some strangely segmented, pliable material, the dancers' skin bore lines of their new doll lives. Chalk-white paint colored their fake skin, synthetic breasts - or member in the case of the one cross-dressing Fabulian monk - bouncing with the flowing rhythm of their dance.

"Why won't it work?" Edward, wrought with confusion, stared at his harp.

The nearest dancer leapt before him. "Silly human. Can't you see? We're nothing but dolls. We obey our master's orders alone."

Their cogs, ticking and clanging inside all six of them, synchronized just so to provide the perfect accompaniment to the tease act they learned so well before their corruption. As instruments of seduction, the puppets moved by the strings of their master's wishes to subdue Edward and his entourage.

Edward fought their influence as best he could... for a time. The losing battle had him transfixed by the awe-some splendour of their art, made all the more intriguing by the wonder of their mechanical arms and legs performing such fantastic feats. They jumped. They bent. They shook their asses with the same skill as a normal woman, strange marvels of technology that oddly forced the bard to full erection against his red pants. Yet for the beauty he saw in the machines, he found his eyelids drooping as he watched the self-proclaimed Mysidian dancer shake her fake breasts and flirt to him with her fluttering eyes. His vision clouded over bluish, slumber nearly taking hold... until the sudden force of Abel's charge sent him smashing into the wall.

"Hey! Getting help is cheating!" The Mysidian dancer, hands to hips, pouted. She leaned forward. "We need to teach you a lesson."

On command, the troupe of doll dancers surrounded Abel and Lenna, an ever-enclosing circle forcing the off-white peaks of their breasts into the line of sight for their new targets. Their sudden stop came paired with their most powerful skill, all six glaring at the Muted warrior and red-snaked Medusa.

"Stay back!" Lenna hissed. "We don't-"

Her determination faltered as a new form of Charm invoked desire for the creepy dolls. She leapt on the one male dancer and impaled herself on his unusually flexible ceramic shaft. Legs wrapped around his waist, she joyously took part in the new dance routine as an added feature to the act. His spins whipped her mind into a confused, delighted mess while his timed thrusts lulled her into comfort.

Abel, too, succumbed to the temptation of their Glare. A brief playful jaunt, performing lifts and twirls on the female puppets, ended in his lying to the ground at their behest. A goofy grin overtook him as they began a strange dalliance with his lust-wracked body.

An orgy. But not just any orgy. The dancers maintained their circular pattern, the odd male dancer left out in the middle of their formation as the remaining five took turns. One at a time, each doll hovered over Abel and dropped to a squat over his straining shaft. A small, sexy wriggle of her rump had the dancer pressing Abel's length between her artificial labia, his entrance silky smooth with the added feel of her body's firm yet soft material. A few pumps up and down against the man's stiffened erection would end with the dancer pulling off and spinning away, the next in line replacing her to repeat the same cycle.

"Did we forget to tell you? Our master took our raw tempting bodies and turned us into sex dolls." Abel's white pre-cum linked for but an instant before breaking as the Mysidian dancer left him. "It doesn't matter anymore; you look more than happy enough to play with us. Soon, we will return to our homes in every town and city on the Blue Planet."

Edward witnessed in silence. His initial drive to rescue Lenna and Abel halted as his sylph companion fluttered down and whispered in his ear.

"You can't do anything for them here," Wen Chi said. "We should be able to find the kill switch if we find their master."

The wisdom in that suggestion was irrefutable. He looked on his allies as the Dancing Calcabrina 'performed' with them and slipped toward the stairs. A trudge up to the West Tower's highest peak presented him with the maniacal guffaw of a man he once regarded as a technological genius. The man still was one, though not in the sense Edward would have liked.

"Dr. Lugae was a fool," Cid remarked to himself. "He never understood the most important tenet of truly mad science. You have to spit in the face of the gods... and to do that, you need to use something you love!"

Edward took careful, silent steps into the room, watching from the shadows as Cid worked his experiment. The former engineer's white labcoat and thick goggles suggested his new professional orientation. Skills once used to build a whole fleet of impressive airships had re-aligned into hard work on some unknown creature on the metal slab near the West Tower's window. Machines along the walls blinked and whirred with the complicated processes that went into his creation. With a flip of a switch, the slab extended into the raging storm.

"Yes, bring my monster life, I tell you! Life!" Cid shouted in his madness.

Lightning sparked over the clouds, rain pelting the white sheet that hid the madman's current work of genius. In a matter of seconds, the strong zap of a lightning bolt coursed into the slab. As smoke rose from the burning tatters of the sheet, Cid retracted the slab and wheeled it around. Its head aimed toward the window, he watched with crazed delight as his creature twitched.

"It's alive! My greatest masterpiece... it's alive! Rise, my monster. RISE!"

The creature lumbered to a stand, its tattered blue and white dress one of many signs to the sorry state of the ghastly green woman wearing it. Bolts stuck out from the sides of her neck, cooling from red to grey as the lightning's heat faded. Jagged scars ran down her forehead and around her jaw, her long orange hair matted. Edward stared in horror at the newly transformed woman, her servitude a corruption of the doting love he knew on brief stays to Cid's home.

She was Cid's daughter... turned into Pollendina's monster.

Pollendina's monster glanced at her father-turned-master. Smoke thinning off her exposed nipples, she opened her mouth and said...

"Uhhhnnn..."

Cid's expression blanked, followed quickly by rage as he slowly realized the experiment's failure. "Stupid, stupid creature! You're nothing but a dumb brute, a vile insect. You don't deserve to bear the Pollendina name of genius, you wretched, pitiful excuse for a monster. Leave my sight, drooling she-beast."

He pointed, his monster grunting in fierce dejection as she stomped toward the stairs. He considered alternatives to his abysmal mistake, returning to his machines when an annoyed groan from his daughter brought his attention.

"What now, you-" Cid looked, stopping short at the sight of an old comrade.

Edward aimed his harp at Cid's daughter in defense. "Your own daughter! Cid, I...."

"Daughter? I have no daughter. All I have is a botched experiment that I'm ashamed to call my own making."

"She's still your daughter! Corrupted or not, don't you feel anything for her?"

Cid raised his hammer. "If you love her so much, perhaps you should let me test her strength on you. Even as a beast, I could always use her to lug equipment to my lab. Monster, attack the bard!"

"URGH!" She pumped her hand back and leveled a punch clear for Edward's head.

A quick duck by the bard, easy enough due to her very simple and slow movements, led to her sledgehammer-strong fist smashing a giant hole into the wall beside the stairwell. She wound up a second punch as her master taunted the man.

"I heard your friends made the mistake of entering the chamber Rydia and I made together. All I had to do was make some modifications to the door contraption and the gas could come right in."

"That was your design?" Edward dodged another strike. It should have been obvious; Cid was the only man in the entire kingdom with the skill to make such traps.

Cid gloated, "Yes, that genius device was my handiwork. The Dancing Calcabrina are mine, too. Why couldn't my own daughter become something as frightfully evil as those puppets?"

Despite all evidence to the corruption's influence on Cid, Edward found himself crestfallen at the mad scientist's attitude toward the daughter he loved so fondly before this evening. He had the power to turn those feelings around... and that's precisely why he found such difficulty in using that power. He saw the changes in each person first-hand, his tainted friends turning their raw lust against each other. His few options to combat the threat of Pollendina's monster left him at only one recourse, mixed thoughts conjuring in his mind as he acted on it.

"URRRRRRRGGGGGGGGH!"

"Ah!"

Dr. Pollendina and his monster bellowed at the effect of Edward's harp upon them. Whereas Cid managed a more structured, thoughtful control over his rising urges, his daughter stomped in her strongly-built blue high heels toward her master.

"Halt!" Cid commanded. He assessed his creation with new eyes, his daughter disobeying him like some petulant child until his commands were to her liking. "You're not an ugly abomination... you're a work of art! Every father should wish for a daughter so dependent and willing to please him. I doubt you can form a single idea without my help, am I right?"

His daughter grunted and nodded.

He grinned. "Bend over the table, daddy needs to oil you up!"

She did precisely as instructed. Leaning over the slab, she forced her ghastly breasts against it and pulled the long skirt of her ruined dress up over the hump of her ass. Her long, unkempt hair hid the secrets of her flesh, a natural drape over her rump and sex as she waved them in invite. She called out in the only primal tongue her savage mind knew, speaking her want in groans.

"Show your master what he wants to see," Cid demanded, ogling his remodeled daughter's offering.

A brush of her long hair aside, Cid's daughter showed her firmly bulbous butt cheeks and the dirty mane of orange around her loins. She hotly anticipated her master's touch, her bolts back to the bright red of re-animation, when the bard interrupted her moment of coming bliss.

"Where is the key, Cid?" Edward asked. He mentally blocked out thoughts of this incestuous pairing. Cid's refusal to reveal such a secret was more than expected. Redoubling his demands with a repeat of his harp song, he managed to pry the information from the mad scientist.

"Where else would I put it?" Cid suggested. "I needed something to draw the lightning toward her."

Edward replayed a few notes. "Retrieve it for me."

From the vague corner of his eye, he followed the man's actions. Cid's daughter shuddered as Cid shoved one of his inventions inside. Deeper, deeper, the further the device journeyed, the louder its metal squeaked as it bent. The claw at the end barely clutched the key's chain. A quick pull-out showed the key warm and dripping with the woman's juices, the mangled mess of metal that remained of Cid's invention showing the raw power of his daughter's inner muscles.

"There, now leave us in peace." Cid tossed the key toward the bard and shifted his interest back toward his self-remade daughter. Hot, waiting, his monster had all the makings of a future breeding tool with the strength her clumsy body contained. He spread her buttocks apart, ordered her legs spread farther, and thrust his member between her tough, durable folds.

"How do I turn off the Dancing Calcabrina?" Edward added.

"Why don't you find out yourSELF!" Still more notes, and Cid felt an overload of lust for his daughter so powerful that he went wild in his pumps. "That console, over there."

Edward moved to the one Cid gestured, trying his best not to take in the horror of the two enjoying the company of each other. An act he found more than difficult with their shouts rising above the loud machinery of the room.

"Yeah! Take it you abhorred monster! Listen to the only language you understand!"

Cid plowed his thickness hard into his daughter, the power he forced into it returned by the strong suck of her inner muscles. They pumped, they clenched, tighter than the tightest vice on his member. The feeling surpassed anything he could remember in bed with his now-deceased wife, a brief thought of re-animating her to join the fun flitting in his head before he returned to this most important task.

Cid's daughter spasmed under the sturdy strokes of her master. Deeper, she bent against the slab, crunching its middle with the force of her weight against it. Her entire body dropped lower as she gripped the table's edges, twisting them with her rough grip. She bit her lip, failing to muffle the excitement of lovemaking that consumed her as her master added a playful, jiggling slap to one of her bare butt cheeks.

"That's the one!" Wen Chi flew to the button and pressed it. Upon returning to Edward's cap, she addressed him. "Can we please hurry out of here? Those two going at it really creeps me-"

"Oh yes, my monster. My slave! I'm almost there. I'm almost... aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh."

Cid's cries came as he did, his member spasming within his daughter's folds. His seed shot deep into her womb with each furious pump. In his corroded mindset, the thought of filling his daughter with all he had increased his lust beyond the power of Edward's harp. Clenching her thighs, he pummeled his desire into her at every second. Her body's reaction, the harsh milking of his erection to empty his hanging scrotum, fueled Cid's own savage side to evenly match his daughter's new nature.

Edward shuddered, his accidental glance affording more than he ever wanted to see. He rushed down the stairs, placing the key in one of his pockets as he returned to the second floor.

"Mmmm... huh?" Lenna pulled her body away from the male dancer as he looked at him, his body jittering around her.

All six dancers froze in place, their doll robotics twisting and contorting like busted heaps as Edward's actions with their control console took effect. The one poised on top of Abel stopped mid-pump, the rest of the troupe stuck on one foot. Their nipples glowed hot red and smoked as their bodies malfunctioned. The kill switch preserved their seductive frames as they shut down, the powerful Dancing Calcabrina reduced to lifeless mannequins.

Abel pushed the dancer off him and stood. A simple nod showed his thanks to Damcyan's king as he pulled his pants back into place.

"Hey, could someone help me out of this thing?" Lenna asked.

Four keys. All four keys were in Edward's hands, ready to open the path that would end this night of debauchery. He prayed he had the strength to end it.