Rinoa's Education

Strange Love

Rinoa’s door slid open and Cid was standing before her. Rinoa’s face immediately went pale, but he smiled and held up his hands. “Now don’t panic, young lady,” he said calmingly. “I wanted to head this off at the pass.”
Rinoa stepped back and smiled sweetly. “Please, come in headmaster.”
Cid came into Rinoa’s room, smiling as Angelo perked up from her chair. “I don’t have any treats today, Angelo,” Cid said, rubbing his head gently. Angelo almost immediately laid his head back down on his paws as if pouting.
Cid laughed, then turned to Rinoa. “My dear, I think this is atrocious,” He began simply, his honesty catching her off-guard. “Call me old-fashioned, but I think this habit of passing people around like is so common here is quite a black eye for the Gardens.” He shrugged, holding his hands up in defeat. “Never the less, there seems to be little I can do to curb the goings-on around here. Especially now that certain powers-that-be hold sway.”
Cid looked around at the warmly lit room and sat down on the edge of Rinoa’s bed. He looked up at her as she stood before him, one arm held behind her back. “Believe it or not,” Cid began academically. “This whole thing began as Norg’s idea.”
“Norg?” Rinoa said, surprised. “The Shumi who was your business partner?”
“The same,” Cid explained. “Since the Shumi don’t reproduce the same way humans do, the concept of human . . . copulation didn’t really make sense to them. They understood that the process was a private and deeply personal one, and so it made sense to them to implement some type of regular involvement of it in the SeeD’s training, so that closer bonds of loyalty and trust would develop.”
“Really?” Rinoa said in disbelief. She looked away, covering her mouth in surprise. “And you agreed to it?”
“No, but I’m not the one who was responsible for developing the training program for the SeeDs,” Cid explained. “That was all Edea’s doing.” Rinoa turned to Cid, an astonished look on her face. “Edea, though hesitant about the idea, believed that there was some real merit to it and she concluded that it should be implemented somehow in the inner workings of SeeD.”
“And so the tradition began,” Rinoa concluded.
“Yes and no,” Cid cautioned. “See, the basic idea was implemented, but it was left to each Garden to decide how to execute it. Sort of like how each Garden has the same basic curriculum, but they have different areas of expertise and different fields of study. Each Garden has different traditions along these lines, and the one you’re currently experiencing is not the only one here at Balamb. Trabia Garden, for example, where Selphie comes from, was notorious for this sort of thing. She could tell you more about it, but let me suffice to say that amongst the cruder individuals in SeeD, it was caustically referred to as ‘Labia Garden’ for a reason.” Rinoa couldn’t help but laugh at the bad pun.
Cid petted Angelo again, getting no reaction from the dog. He smiled up at Rinoa and sighed. “So my dear, I hope you won’t take this personally, but I have no desire to in anyway participate in this little game.” He suddenly laughed. “Besides, you do not want to see this bare,” He said, taking hold of his stomach, making Rinoa laugh again.
“That’s fine with me,” Rinoa said, relieved, leaning back against the wall. “To be truthful, I was kind of worried too. But . . . I do feel bad that . . . you know, we’re not keeping in the spirit of this. It is a tradition, after all.”
Cid looked down, pondering. Finally, he half laughed to himself. “Well then, here,” he said, standing up. “Since your admirable devotion to tradition is so strong,” He turned slightly away from Rinoa. “Why don’t you give this old man a kiss, right here on the cheek,” He said, pointing.
Rinoa smiled and leaned forward, giving Cid a childishly sloppy peck on the cheek. “There,” He said, smiling contentedly. “I think that’s about as torrid as I can get.” He turned and started towards the door.
“Um, headmaster,” Rinoa said, stopping him. “There is one thing.”
“Yes,” He stopped.
“Could you give me some advice about, about tonight?” She said.
“Tonight?” Cid said, confused. He thought for a second, then a wide-eyed revelation came to him. “Right, right. Who is it?”
Rinoa took a deep breath, her cheeks beginning to burn. “The brothers.”
Cid’s face drained of all emotion. “Then I take it you’ve already endured Ifrit?” Rinoa nodded, unable to keep from looking away from Cid. The headmaster took a deep breath, thinking. “I have no experience with them, I’m happy to say. But from what I’ve heard, I would say take the same approach you did with Ifrit. Just, just let it go. They’re not as bas as Ifrit, but they’re both still pretty . . . rough.”
“Thanks,” Rinoa said, unable to look at Cid.
He smiled understandingly and turned towards the door. It slid open and he stepped through. But then he paused. “Rinoa,” He said, not turning around to her. “I hate to sound like an alarmist or to worry you unduly, but if you are dealing with the brother’s tonight,” Cid turned and looked over his shoulder at her. “Then I do have something to say about tomorrow night.”
Rinoa perked up, listening. “It’s not real,” he said with intentionally clarity. “Nothing that happens is real. It’ll feel real, but it’s not.” He turned, then stopped again. He turned back. “And remember that giving into depravity is what will make it end.” Rinoa stared, confused. “Good luck,” He said as he walked away.

Rinoa sat in the cafeteria during the lunch rush, a large book laid on the table in front of her. Still a bit sweaty from her afternoon in the training center, her hair was a bit caked with sleep goo from the Grat’s. She turned the page of the book, intently reading as she attended to her lunch.
“Hello,” Came Quistis’ voice as she sat down with a tray next to Rinoa. “What’re you reading?”
“More of the traditions,” She said. She turned to Quistis and pointed to an entry on the page. “I am NOT taking part in this one.”
Quistis leaned forward to look at the book, then winced. “Oh yeah,” She agreed with a disgusted look. “Yeah, I wouldn’t either.”
“Who would?” Rinoa wondered as she took a bite from an apple, looking disgusted as she scrutinized the entry.
“Hey!” Came a cheerful shout preceding Selphie sitting down next to Rinoa, opposite Quistis. She looked up at the book Rinoa was reading, then grinned. “Finding the other fun you’re gonna have living here?”
Before Rinoa could speak, Quistis sat forward and pointed at the notorious entry on the page. “This is your idea, isn’t it?” She insisted to Selphie.
Selphie leaned forward and looked at the page, suddenly grinning. “Yeah, duh,” She said. “Who else?”
“Only somebody from Trabia,” Quistis muttered, turning to her lunch.
“It’s a lot of fun,” Selphie defended. “You both should try it.”
“Selphie Tilmitt,” Quistis barked. “I am not going to be blindfolded and tied to a bench for three hours with my legs spread so my podanda is exposed so a bunch of guys can, at their leisure, just randomly take turns with me and any of the other twenty girls I’m tied next to.”
“Oh poo,” Selphie pouted dismissively. “You’re no fun.” Rinoa and Quistis both turned to each other in mild shock. Selphie popped a tatter tot into her mouth, then turned back to Rinoa. “So, you’re having your first three-some tonight?”
Rinoa nearly spit out her milk. She coughed and turned to Selphie. “What?!” She exclaimed.
“It’s the brothers’ turn tonight, right?” Selphie asked, stirring her tatter tots in the ketchup. “Sacred and Minotaur.”
Rinoa looked around at the busy cafeteria, then at Selphie. “Yeah,” She whispered to her.
“You’re gonna have fun,” Selphie chided childishly. “Minotaur’s my favorite. He’s as bestial as Ifrit, but he knows a thing or two, if you know what I mean.”
“I don’t, but I’m sure I’m going to find out,” Rinoa said under her breath, trying to go back to the book.
“Speaking of things,” Quistis said with a mischievous tone, sliding just a bit closer to Rinoa. “How were things with Cid?”
Rinoa looked at Quistis, then at Selphie. She went back to her book. “They were hot and raunchy,” She said with blatantly sarcasm. “He touched me in ways I never fathomed possible.”
“He coped out again,” Quistis said knowingly.
“I think he’s gay,” Selphie said.
“Not according to Edea, he’s not,” Quistis grinned. But she leaned in to Rinoa. “Which means you haven’t done much today, have you?”
“No,” Rinoa said, still reading. “I actually was able to get some stuff done. I do happen to have a reason for being . . .”
Rinoa’s words cut short as she felt Quistis’ hand snake down between her legs. Her eyes opened wide and she gasped deeply, cutting off her shriek of surprise. “Don’t make a sound,” Quistis whispered into her ear, her breath tickling Rinoa’s sensitive skin. “Or else everyone’s gonna see.”
Rinoa gasped, fighting to keep from calling out. “Why . . .” She whispered.
“Because it’s fun,” Selphie whispered to her, her soft hand reaching up Rinoa’s shirt, the motions hidden by the blue coat. Selphie’s hand found her way to Rinoa’s nipple and gently pinched it, making the girl buck forward just a bit.
“What is it with you people and doing things in public?” Rinoa whimpered as the emotions got too strong.
“It’s more fun,” Quistis whispered.
“Yeah,” Selphie agreed, pinching harder.
Rinoa lost it. She leaned forward suddenly on the table, her chest shaking as she fought to keep from making a sound. Her whole body rocked with emotions as she struggled to keep still.
From the table next to them, an underclassman leaned over. “She okay?” He asked, looking at Rinoa as her whole body shook, her head covered from the world.
“She just lost a rare card to me in a game,” Quistis smiled, stroking Rinoa’s hair protectively.
“I hate you two,” Rinoa whispered, out of breath.
“You love it,” Selphie teased playfully, already going back to her tater tots.
“In a week, you’ll be doing that to somebody else,” Quistis assured her, collecting her tray and heading off.

The bellhop opened the doors to the large, spacious bedroom overlooking the beach. The stars twinkled outside on the patio as the sounds of the crashing waves swept through. Rinoa stepped in after him, sighing a bit.
“It’s a pleasure to have you back, Mrs. Leonhart,” The bellhop said, giving Rinoa the keys to the room.
“Not yet, I’m not,” She whispered to herself as he disappeared, shutting the doors behind him. Rinoa looked dreamily around the familiar room, pleasantly remembering her first time in the hotel. She walked over to the luxurious bed, fondly picking up the menu. “What did we have?” She asked to herself as she opened the menu, looking through it. “You refused to have anything unhealthy,” She said, as if Squall was sitting across from her.
But then she put the menu away and stood up to the large room. She walked out to the balcony overlooking Balamb harbor. She watched as a team of SeeD candidates were taken offsite. “To Fisherman’s Horizon, no doubt,” Rinoa said to herself. She crossed her arms on the wrought iron work of art that was the railing. She leaned back, stretching, then she turned back inside. She shut the door, shutting out the ocean waves and encasing herself in the soft glow of the hotel room.
She closed her eyes, breathing in deeply. “Okay,” She said to herself. “Here I go,” She lifted her hands to her chest and focused. She let a moment pass, then she held out her arms. “Brothers!” She called.
Her eyes were torn open as the ground before her began to shake. She knelt down a bit to keep from falling over as the surface of the floor in the hotel room tore open, rocks and boulders going flying into the air. They slammed into the walls, doing no damage as the debris instantly faded. But up from the cracks in what looked like the very ground came the two stocky forms.
Sacred lifted up first, his giant frame and horned body roaring up to the top of the room. Before him, Minotaur stood up, barely coming up to Sacred’s waist. He roared as well, the twin’s scream echoing off the walls, shaking the windowpanes and the glass fixtures.
There was a bang on the door. “Mrs. Leonhart,” Came the bellhop’s voice. “Please keep it down,” He said courteously.
Sacred and Minotaur both whirled around at the door, petrified looks on their faces, their ears laying flat back in terror. Rinoa rushed to the door and opened it just a crack. She smiled sweetly to the bellhop. “I’m sorry,” She apologized. “My, um, my pet . . . anacondaur got loose. But I have him back under control now. Sorry,” She said again.
“It’s okay, just try to keep it down,” The man disregarded, already heading off.
Rinoa shut the door, leaning against it as she sighed. She opened her eyes to find the bed about a foot higher off of the ground. “Come out, boys,” She said with strained patience.
Out from underneath the bed crawled Minotaur and Sacred, both looking ashamed. “Alright guys, you need to keep it down,” Rinoa said. “I had to rent this place because there was nowhere in Balamb Garden I could go that would have space enough for us to do this. Not and run the risk of being walked in on. Now this is Squall and mine’s favorite place to come and I do not want to get barred from coming here because of you two.”
“Sorry,” The two responded in shameful unison.
“It’s okay,” She said with a breath. She looked around the room, glad to see the effects of their appearance already faded. She took a deep breath and sighed. “Okay, you both know why you’re here so, let’s you . . .”
“UM,” Sacred said, raising his hand. “WHY ARE WE HERE AGAIN?”
“fool,” Minotaur said, cuffing Sacred on the ear. “the tradition.”
“OH YEAH. RIGHT.”
“Yeah. Right,” Rinoa said, turning around from the two. “Look guys, I really don’t know how this is supposed to work given that there’s two of you and one of me,” She started to kneel down on the edge of the bed. “So please just be . . .”
Minotaur grabbed Rinoa’s legs and flipped her over. She landed on her back, disoriented. She started to sit up, but Sacred knelt down over her, holding her shoulders to the bed as Minotaur knelt down between her legs.
Before Rinoa could take a breath, she felt Minotaur’s tongue slather up between her thighs. Rinoa gasped deeply as the tongue that seemed to go on forever, traced its way over her, making her explode almost immediately.
Sacred held Rinoa down, his hot breath singing her face. She turned away from, gasping at Minotaur’s efforts. But as she opened her mouth, Sacred’s tongue snaked inside between her lips. Rinoa tried to scream, but the tongue muffled all her sound as it found it’s way within her mouth.
Rinoa’s body began to rigid as blast after blast of joy ran through her from Minotaur’s tongue. He worked away at her, licking her faster and faster, his tongue caressing her as if her clothes didn’t exist.
Finally, one final explosion came and Rinoa arched her back against Sacred’s strength. She cried out in spite of his tongue as the emotions washed over her like the waves outside.
She fell back to the bed, panting. The two guardian forces stood up from her. “switch!” Minotaur commanded with rehearsed precision. Sacred backed away from Rinoa as Mintaur crawled onto of her, his small body able to straddle her waist. He took hold of both her breasts, squeezing them just enough to keep them from moving. Rinoa breathed in deep, her chest rising. As she did, Minotaur leaned forward, his snake-like tongue whipping and reaching to Rinoa’s breasts. Pulling the two together, he began to address them quickly, pushing Rinoa’s limits to the breaking point on one side, then suddenly switching over to the other.
Sacred bent down before Rinoa, pushing her legs carefully apart. He bent his head down and twisted it. He aimed his horn between her legs, then carefully slid it within her. Rinoa bucked up again, the penetration rushing through her like a hurricane. She gasped at the joy, her legs going rigid. But Minotaur’s attention to her breasts suddenly caught her breath and the sensations began to build again. She grabbed hold of the pillow above her head and pulled it down over her face, screaming into it as the two worked away at her.
After an orgasmic eternity, Minotaur stood up from Rinoa’s heavy breasts. “switch!” He called again expertly. The two moved around one another, once again, coming back to where they had begun.
This time, Sacred came up ahead of Rinoa, his giant frame straddling across the wide bed. She barely had time to look up at him before she felt him gently open her mouth. Her eyes opened wide as she felt him slid inside her lips, pass through her mouth and work down into her. She tried to moan, but the sound was muffled at the source as she felt herself completely entered.
At the other end, Minotaur propped himself up between her legs, positioning himself. He reached down with his hands to position himself, then slowly worked his way inside. The second entrance made Rinoa scream in spite of her gag, the simple entrances driving her to climax.
After the initial joy had subsided, the two began to move. They started very slowly at first, very gently and carefully testing the motions. But even the simple movements, however small, elicited another scream of overwhelming delight from Rinoa. She clung onto Sacred’s legs as he reached inside her. Despite the massive size, she didn’t gag or convulse, but found herself greedily trying to work her way farther up the monumental member.
Meanwhile, Minotaur began to move with stronger and stronger pulses. Every few movements made Rinoa’s body shake as she crawled up to the very base of Sacred. He held her down, though and kept the movements on his own, leaving Rinoa perfectly still as both moved with faster and faster intensity.
After a countless bombardment of emotions, the two gripped down harder than usual. Rinoa’s eyes opened wide with realization, then she braced herself. The two let loose with their own emotions, their sudden release making Rinoa’s body go crazy on it’s own.
Rinoa fell to the bed, feeling like her very life was dripping and raining out of her. She licked her lips with delight at the taste, unable to really focus on anything but the still-potent memory and afterglow of the emotions.
After a moment of post-coital bliss, Rinoa laid on the bed, exhausted. She felt Sacred draw himself out of her, leaving her desperately hungry for more. She felt Minotaur slide out as well, to which she only whimpered.
“switch!”
Rinoa felt herself guided back over onto her stomach, then carefully helped up to her hands and knees. She felt Sacred’s massive hands hold her up and she felt him push against her thighs. This time, Rinoa smiled and opened up for him, exclaiming in delight as she felt him enter her. He reached farther and farther inside, there seeming no limit to him, all passing through her still-clothed body.
She felt Minotaur gingerly lift her head by her chin and hair. She opened her eyes to see him before her and she smiled. Without any solicitation, she reached out for him, finding him ready and waiting. She shifted just a bit, enveloping him. Just a hair more manageable than his brother, she swallowed Minotaur down with a single motion, having no trouble reaching all the way to his base.
Without hesitation, both guardian forces began to move. Sacred started to move almost immediately. He pushed farther into her with each thrust, seeming to find no end to the joy he put in hr.
Minotaur let Rinoa do the work, her head sliding up and down as she reached from tip to base. She let her tongue slide over each ridge of his monumental size, while her lips clung desperately to him.
In no time, another explosion of joy filled Rinoa. She moaned, pausing as the feelings rushed over her. But Sacred never paused and as soon as she could process, she began to impale her own throat on Minotaur, working faster and faster.
She heard the two groan as still more joy came from them. Rinoa gave up trying to fight the emotions as they slammed into her, making her whimper in exhaustion and desperation for more. Sacred’s thrusts had turned joyously violent as he relentlessly pounded into her, still reaching farther and farther which each thrust. Each time in seemed to take an eternity, every tiny bit of length making Rinoa cry out in delight. And every retraction made her whimper in sorrow for the feelings of emptiness.
But all the same, she kept at Minotaur, desperately seeking to feel his release. All reason was gone from her as she felt her own hair whip at her as she moved as fast and as furiously as possible. Her tongue slapped at his body as she slid up and down, hungrily fighting for every bit of extra.
And then they exploded again. Rinoa’s body was filled to the bursting point with their emotions as both erupted in hot delight. She felt them release within her, driving her own emotions to yet still a new high.
She clung to Minotaur as Sacred withdrew from her, the emptiness making her whimper. But he took hold of her head and carefully held her in place as he withdrew himself. Rinoa felt him draw out and what remained of him spill from her lips to the bed. She bent her head down and whimpered, exhausted beyond reason, but desperate for more.
“okay,” She heard Minotaur say. “ready?”
“READY,” Sacred answered.
There was a pause, then she heard Sacred exclaim. “you need to learn to play better,” Minotaur chided. Then she felt the two guardian forces turn their attention back to her.
She was carefully rolled over onto her back, handled like a porcelain doll. She looked up at as Minotaur held her up, but then he moved her back over. But instead of rolling her back onto the bed, she felt herself rolled onto Sacred. Lying on his back, the giant guardian force guided over to straddle his waist, her legs barely able to clear his huge form.
“What . . .” Rinoa started to ask. But as she did, her eyes opened wide. Minotaur guided her slowly down Sacred, his massive presence within her making her call out in delight. She cried with joyous ecstasy at the feeling of him inside her. But then she felt Minotaur reach across from behind her, taking hold of her still-covered breasts. Caressing them as if bare, he leaned her forward, lying her down on top of Sacred. She started to moan from the feeling, then opened her eyes wide.
She felt Minotaur sliding into her from behind.
Rinoa sat up, the muscles of her body catching in shock. She started to call out, her body too confused by the shock and delight. But just as before, Rinoa began to moan as both guardian forces pushed farther and farther into her. Without any seeming end, they both just kept entering her.
And then, almost in unison, they began to withdraw. Rinoa shouted in a formless plea as they drew back. But then they pushed inside. Rinoa’s body exploded. She felt a wave of delight and pure joy came out her from both sides with an intensity and a power that fed off each other. The twin delights echoed through her filled body, both making the other stronger, both lasting longer due to the other.
And they began to move. Sacred and Minotaur both pulsed within Rinoa, their bodies moving on their own, sometimes in unison, sometimes in opposition. But as they moved, with almost each and every penetration, Rinoa felt a new release of unyielding joy. She could do nothing but scream in relief as the emotions fled through her over and over again.
From behind, Minotaur continued to attend to her breasts, only adding to Rinoa’s delight. In the rare spaces between each cry of joy, she moaned with anxiety over the sensations pushing through her.
Slowly, the intensity began to build. Sacred and Minotaur began to pick up speed, their thrusts turning from careful to animalistic. Rinoa found herself moaning more gutturally with the increased speed. The emotions came faster now, and more intense. But even through them, Rinoa found herself clinging to the growing intensity of the release. She felt the two guardian forces reaching their finality, their power and drive reaching full intensity.
And they erupted within Rinoa. White-hot explosions of physical joy rushed through her as a release of delight filled her like nothing she had ever known. Her entire body went numb as the joy just racked through, endlessly filling her and unending. She moaned and cried, screamed and yelled as the joy just continued.
Slowly, she felt herself lowered down. Minotaur carefully released her tender breasts and let her fall on top of Sacred. Rinoa, barely conscious, feel Minotaur begin the long slide out of her. She whimpered at the wet sensation of emptiness as he pulled away.
Then she felt her body rolled over as Sacred laid her down on the bed. She reached to his thick hands next to her as he drew out. A mind-blowing wave, tiny in comparison to the one a moment ago, racked through as he pulled out, making her moan again. But once he drew away, she curled up on herself, exhausted and empty.
Sacred stepped back from the bed as Minotaur pulled the covers over Rinoa. The two stepped away from the bed as the door of the hotel room opened quietly. Shiva held the door open as Ifrit stepped inside, carrying the sleeping Angelo in his fiery arms. Carefully laying the dog down on the foot of the bed near Rinoa, Angelo immediately nuzzled up against her feet, taking his familiar place with her.
The four guardian forces backed away from the sleeping girl, fading away into the quiet night.