Final Fantasy IV - Haunted Baron

Author's Note: It's finally here! The final chapter of Haunted Baron. I've been working on this since midway through October. That's two months of focusing exclusively on the FF4 world and entirely on this one premise. All chapters combined comes to 46 pages. In Wordpad. Single-spaced. At 10 font. I had hopes to do a Christmas-themed fic for FF4, but after this I think I'm drained out for a bit and need to rest or let my interest for this game recharge lest I lose sight of what makes its world so special to me. Thanks once more to Anonelbe for EVERYTHING really, to first-seventhe for giving very thorough analyses of the first few chapters, to Maelora for potential future revision of this, and everyone who's read and enjoyed all the work I put into this. And of course, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Merry Fourth of July and all that good stuff!


"For the sake of the Blue Planet."

Edward strode toward the final door. A night of mischief, cruelty and corruption led to this moment. He looked to Wen Chi, his faery companion, as she delicately dropped the keys into his hand.

"Be careful, master!" Wen Chi warned. "I sense an evil presence behind this door unlike any we've faced."

Her warning rang foreboding to his ears. Already, Wen Chi latched to him as the first person in her sight that a proper Sylph could serve. Light sparkled from her wings, light Edward used to view the keyhole. A simple slip. The key clicked. The lock turned. He thrust open the last barrier to the throne room and led his remaining allies forward, harp upraised with Wen Chi perched atop as he set his fingers on the strings and-

"Ooooh, Cecil! I never knew you could fill me so completely!"

"With an ass like yours, Rosa, how could I not? It calls for the strongest of men like a lock in need of a key."

"A lock with only ONE key, my lord... though many would like to pick it."

Edward stared. His allies as well. King Cecil. Queen Rosa. The rulers of Baron sat together on their royal seat. The dark crystal, redder than Sand Rubies, floated above them, its influence shimmering to the couple beneath it. From the red gauntlets and boots on Cecil's hands and feet to the white armor on his legs, the king's attire resembled his paladin form for how little Edward's entourage saw. How little, because the king's doting wife obscured him with her charming presence.

Her blonde hair rolled over her bare shoulders, between the fake succubus wings of her back. Wristbands and thighbands, anklets and armlets, they wrapped around her arms and legs as solid gold rings to press the only cloth the queen wore on her flaunted frame. A full body stocking, simple and tight, expressed the many sensuous curves developed from her noble life.

The height of white mage knowledge, Rosa's daily regimen as told to Edward left her muscles toned, her touch ever so gentle, a truth displayed in her current motions as her fingers upon Cecil's chest made the king groan in delight. Her wide hips helped the spread of her butt cheeks, every inch devoted to the king as they flexed to milk Cecil's staff-thick appendage. As she giggled and sighed, she turned her head back to look upon Edward's entourage. Her eyes lit red, the smirk on her lips accompanying Cecil's dark grin as the king found his own precious view.

"Cecil, look!" Rosa said. "A few more have come to plunder your queen's treasures."

A jerk of the queen's body sent her hair aside, revealing the thick gold collar about her neck. Its chain held strong in Cecil's hand, a leash latched to the throne's base. With his free hand squeezing rough into the pillowy softness of Rosa's rump, Cecil planted a single rough kiss to her golden lips. "Let them try; I will find a fate for them worse than Edge."

Edward swallowed the lump in his throat at this display, watching as Rosa's toes curled to another up-thrust by Baron's king. The passion of Cecil and Rosa's love-making enveloped the room hotter than Underground lava, forcing a flush to Edward's face. He approached the throne, determination stirring within as he thought of Anna.

"Rosa! Cecil!" he pleaded. "I know you're in there. You must stop this before the entire planet falls to darkness."

"Stop?" Rosa shifted her fake succubus tail aside. "Why ever would we stop? You know how it feels to love someone as much as we love each other, don't you Edward?"

Edward shook his head. "The dark crystal twists love into something obscene. It changed Anna-"

"Ah yes, Anna," Cecil spoke, his eyes fixed on his own lover. "Rosa and I thought you would appreciate the little changes we made to her soul."

"It's not too late, Edward," Rosa said. "We can call her back again. With Anna by your side as queen, you can rule a kingdom built on fear and shame. Your own people would sing songs of your infectious cowardice for generations to come."

Edward's fingers sought his harp-strings, playing along the thinnest of them. "Rosa... Cecil... your words once gave me comfort and strength. Allow me to repay the favor."

In a few simple plucks, his notes drifted on the air. They echoed off the walls and passed up the throne, reaching the king and queen's ears. He awaited their collapse into orgasmic bliss... and instead witnessed the sudden glow of crystal light.

"Oooooooooh, hehehe," Rosa giggled. "He fell for it."

"What's happening?" Edward said.

Cecil goaded, "What a foolish bard. You saw the power in your harp, and never once wondered why it could make us hunger for sex. You, Edward, have awakened the crystal's essence! Bow before your new masters as we become gods."

He shrank away by necessity, the tainted aura cocooning Cecil and Rosa in radiant red. With upraised arm, he squinted through the magic bubble as the most heinous transformation overtook the great king and queen of Baron.

Rosa's wings fluttered on her back, stretching with new life. Her toes wriggled their freedom, sharp golden nails forming as her outfit melted into her flesh. A sprout of white head wings followed the growth of her brand new halo, the red of her corruption flowing off the cracked golden ring as it hovered over the crown of her head. As her new tail swung with her delight, she wrapped her arms around Cecil's neck.

"This feels so goooooooood, Cecil! I feel ready to remake the whole world. No, the universe!"

As their aura subsided, Cecil's new form came into view. Cecil, the Demon King. Digits turned to claws, his skin shifted between blue and white with the power of Lunarian blood. His red horns jutted from above his ears, his blue lips matching the quiet fire of ambition in his eyes. Saddling Rosa's elbows and legs to his shoulder and knee spikes, he gave one last good thrust from his hips to baptize their ascension with the only act that could pay tribute.

"Ahhh.... Rosa, I'm releasing my seed," Cecil said.

"I know, Cecil. Feeeed me. Feed your queen the only meal that can satisfy a succubus of the light."

"Of the light?" Edward lowered his arm. He stirred, his member straining within his pants at the holy sight of Rosa's rump. And that word was precisely what flashed in his head as he gazed upon them, newly born gods to the Blue Planet. Holy. His legs begged him to kneel, a small spark of conscience within calling for him to fall in worship. He resisted, as he looked back to his mewling allies, each one falling to temptation.

Abel sat, his pants to his ankles, lightly stroking his hilt-long erection. Wen Chi floated, her hands burrowed under her dress as tiny droplets of arousal twinkled like starlight from her loins. And then there was Lenna. She stood tall, her legs sturdy as stone while she buried her face in her right hand. Her other arm wrapped under her one free breast, the nipple hard and pointed as a crystal's tip as her wetness trickled to the floor unceasing. The pleasure. The anguish. In every crease of Lenna's face, Edward saw how desperately she fought for control over her own body as it betrayed her. His allies' groans urged him to look back at the throne, as Rosa's ass lifted off Cecil's veined red shaft with an audible pop.

Rosa gushed, "Oh, Cecil! We transformed just in time. Your seed went so deep inside me. I can feel it changing and empowering me as my body feasts."

Her bosom swung as she turned. Each breast brimmed from her chest, the lack of sag unnatural for their hefty size. They looked almost buoyant, weightless, as she guided Cecil's clawed hands to grope her marshmallowy soft flesh. Her golden nipples flashed in Edward's eyes, a signal to the appearance of red archaic scripture on her many types of bands.

The light's dispersal revealed a sight so majestic, so awe-some to the senses that Edward at once dropped to his knees as his resistance drained. He gazed on the couple, dropping his pants to his thighs. Their union, their bond, realized in the ultimate joining of their bodies into one great act. Cecil's member, thick and full, had found its rightful place into the seat of love between Rosa's legs. Such a holy vision.. and as Edward's mind finally pieced together what was happening, Baron's king and queen said it outright.

"Not all evil involves destruction, Edward," Cecil said. "Sometimes the most dangerous power... is the power to create."

Red energy waved from their loins, growing ever stronger as Rosa ground her rump against Cecil's waist. Rosa moaned, her melody of lust grating on the desires of their royal audience. "The light drives man's impulse to create, nurturing and growing... uhhhhhnn and shaping. The loins of a woman can give birth to a monster just as easily as they can birth a savior. To give life is to make it as we see fit."

"You... ngh... chose Cecil and Rosa!" Edward winced. His hand squeezed his manhood, jutting in salute. It felt like an obscene prayer, the kind expected for the most perverse of old gods. They demanded a tribute of his seed, no doubt feeding off the raw lust that spawned from its release.

Cecil smirked. "The red crystal chose us for our power. No other beings in the world could have a stronger tie to creation than the blessed paladin and holy white mage of Baron. We will create a new paradise where the darkest of wants can be expressed. A world where we can make anyone act according to our will. Witness our power."

Rosa's red eyes shifted from Edward to his sylph. The former Fabulian hovered, her fingers desperately toying with her sex. "Wen Chi," Rosa called, the sylph halting to hear the queen's command. "You crave the seed of men. It sustains you. You will seek out each meal, and like a hummingbird drink from the tip of a man's erection thrice a day."

The crystal's magic aura flashed from Wen Chi for but a moment on the dazed faery. She lifted her head, a tiny sniffle leading to the sudden rushed flight forward. Forward, toward her master, the one whose cum most intoxicated her with its scent. A quick dip down, and she gracefully hovered before Edward's upraised shaft. Her neck extended... her tongue reached... a small lick moved along the comparatively enormous slit at the end of the bard's bulb.

"Mmm..." she cooed. "MMM. It's so tasty! I haven't had a finer dish in all the world!"

"What did you do to her?!" Edward demanded. He would have forced Wen Chi away if he had the strength of will. Instead, he glanced between her and the throne, as his companion drank his slow feed of precum.

"Isn't it obvious?" Rosa asked. "At my command, her body molded to live only on a man's seed."

"That's sadistic!"

"Would you like to see true sadism?" Cecil proposed. Another rough squeeze of his wife's tit flesh brought a quake down her entire form, channeling into another harsh grind of her hips against his groin. Both cried out their passion, another burst of the red mist thinning just past Rosa's navel. "We control through pleasure. We own your sex drives, and through them your bodies and souls. You cannot escape."

"This endless talk grows dull, my love," Rosa said. "We should celebrate our ascension with a show. Yang, YingYi, I call upon you."

With a flash from Rosa's nipples, two circles of red light formed to each side of Edward. Two humanoid shapes composed themselves, and from the afterglow showed the Dragon Lady YingYi and Werewolf Yang. Yang's snarls halted with a sharp tug on his chain leash by his wife, as a smoky cry of delight pooled out from YingYi's lips. Flame burned from her pussy, as she gave the king and queen a formal bow.

"Restrain your urges, YingYi," Cecil demanded.

"I'm sorry, my lord," she said. The embers of her loins waned to show her simple long slit, her purple pubes lost in the brushfire. "What do you wish from us?"

"Entertain us. Toy with Edward's newest allies."

"With pleasure," YingYi grinned with a cock of her hip. "There isn't a man alive who can resist my charms."

"Almost any man," Rosa corrected. "It would be unwise to gloat about your designs on the throne in front of your goddess."

"I wouldn't dare to take your place. You remade me, my queen. You know my lust ends at your feet, no matter how much I ache to steal more power."

YingYi's bare ass swayed with the seductive gait imbued by her masters, as she led her husband to their duty. Standing before Lenna, she snapped her fingers to get the Medusa's attention. "Remember me?"

"Oh... oh gods, yes!" Lenna squealed.

A rough grope and tug of her bared breast by YingYi brought her legs relief as she dropped to hands and knees. The cold iron of Yang's leash switched to her hand, and with the ravenous cultured beauty of Fabul's queen shown to her, Lenna's eyes shot wide at the hot kiss planted on her lips. YingYi's parting gift lasted in a trail of smoke, the urge to cough it from her lungs strangely absent. Her thoughts hazed, she nodded to the exotic mistress as Yang rounded behind and plunged his monstrous dick inside her throbbing, soaked pussy.

"Good girl," YingYi petted Lenna's hair-snakes in mockery. Sauntering to Abel, she pushed him to his back and forced the whole of her loins upon his member in one furious crash. Her finger traced the man's lips as he mutely expressed his pained delight. Her wings spread, flapping away the heat from their tryst.

"Dragon Slayer is such a cruel profession. There are much better ways to deal with a woman like me. I think it's time you had a change of class... don't you agree?"

To drive her point across, YingYi pounded against his crotch with all the strength of her empowered ass. Rubbing her hands against his muscled chest, she glared down at Abel as the magic of her fluttering eyes passed through to seduce him.

Rosa remarked, "He looks like he needs a little more... persuasion. Show him how hot and heavy the lust of a dragon lady from Fabul can become."

Fire blew from her pursed lips to Abel's shoulder, teasing a squirm from the man. "Mmmm.... with pleasure, my queen."

Surrounded by an orgy of corruption, the royal couple groaned the feelings flowing to them from each servant. Cecil's horns glowed. Rosa's nipples flashed. Their sex mist encompassed to the bottom edge of Rosa's bosom as her husband raised one to her face, the new succubus goddess latching with her mouth to suckle on the huge expanse of her divine endowments.

"Have you seen your tail yet, Rosa?" Cecil took hold of the new appendage and wrapped under her raised arms. The white, arrowhead-tipped tail wriggled before the queen's eyes. "It was very thoughtful of you to give yourself something I can hold when I unleash the might of a god on your cute rump."

A few eager murmurs slipped out as she savored every second she tasted her own hot mamm, traces of her lover's touch caught in every slurp. Her excitement rippled through the soft overflow of breast and tickled down her midriff to reach her loins. Delight, unlike anything the Wind Fiend Barbariccia ever thought she could achieve during their many 'interrogations' in the Tower of Zot. Her pussy reacted by ribbing and sucking on Cecil's manhood, milking for the wondrous seed that would soon flow from his weighty sack. Mingling with the room's pervasive lust, her succubus body had its intended effect on her husband.

He came.

"Nnnngh... oh Rosa.... !"

He stole her breasts for use as love handles as he rode her through a storm of ecstasy. Each load shot thick and hot from his phallus, seconds-long bursts cycling in repeat to give his wife her due reward. His roaming hand ran over her stomach, revealing to him the strange development to Rosa's womb from its newly bulging figure. Every spurt pressed her stomach out further, firmer, her devilishly angelic voice whispering to him.

"Hehehe, oh my. You have so much to offer this time, my Lord, that you've filled me more than my new body can convert at once!"

"We can send one of our servants to fetch some containers for later use," Cecil noted, as his wife slumped against him. He raised his hand to call Lenna's services when Rosa gently nudged it back to its armrest.

"I know of a much better place to store it. If I can just..." Rosa's distended belly softly bounced during her lift off Cecil's softening prick. Her finger tapped at the back of her soft, golden quim and softly passed over the quivering slit as she recited ancient words. Upon reaching the opposite end, a final tap erected the Protect seal across her wet groin. Grinning, she forced Cecil to rub his handiwork as she turned her head back to look at him. "Ah, that's better."

"What a naughty idea for a white mage," Cecil smirked. "You deserve a spanking."

Edward's eyes locked on the couple, mesmerized by the mild sway of Rosa's new bulge. The spell held as Rosa moved to lay across Cecil's lap, her cum-filled cushion of a belly setting her head and hips even with the throne's armrests. It awed him. Enlivened him. His own libido perked against his will to the sight of the royal couple's willing bondage fun, and he couldn't help but follow the path and pattern of Cecil's open palm when it came down to smack full across the queen's bubbly butt. Her rump's jiggle, and the cry she bellowed with each swat, brought a rise to his member that knocked Wen Chi back by a good inch.

"You're such a powerful man, Cecil... ooooohhh..."

They were defeated. Edward knew that as he felt Wen Chi's tiny tongue return to feeding from him. The Fabulian's collapse into her new life dashed his hopes most of all. As a sex sylph, the woman had even begun to draw upon her old call girl memories to adapt. In the span of a few minutes, she had him trembling, the flow of his cum optimized in the right maneuver at the right moment. An occasional extra strong shot, and the cummy mess it made of Wen Chi's dress, only brought a fevered high to her that he could sense in the way her hands rubbed on the edge of his bulb.

Behind him, he heard the grunts and groans of Lenna. Lenna, the Medusa. Her orgasmic cries drowned out Yang's bestial growls. His refusal to look back at the debauchery hardly mattered when imagination played on the earlier glimpse he remembered. Yang's strong legs, rushing his hips forward, channeling all his monk strength into the act. Lenna, her free breast flailing wild, her legs shaking as her wetness dripped between them with or without Yang's affections aiding it.

He didn't even want to think of what cruelties YingYi might be inflicting on Abel this very same instant.

His fate was decided as soon as they entered the throne room. His harp lay useless by his side. The dark crystal's glow drew him in. Its lust for power flowed into him, rising from his feet toward his chest. He closed his eyes....

"Edward!"

"Anna?!"

"Fight it, Edward! Believe in yourself and fight it!"

The warm scent of Anna's perfume, freshly purified, surrounded him. Thoughts and desires of sex replaced with the spirit of his love. Want for his dear departed overcame him, and from it he tightly squeezed his member.

"Anna," he called, "I can't. These urges are too strong."

"Yes you can. Remember the love between Cecil and Rosa. Remember our love. The dark crystal thrives on turning good men toward evil, and turning love into cheap lust."

"I... I..."

He flinched. Not from the sound of Anna's voice, or Wen Chi's oral ministrations, but from the audacious display between Baron's king and queen. There, Cecil held Rosa's tail, the appendage squirming as his swats reddened her rump raw. Yet for each spank, the queen giggled and moaned. The move from kinky punish play to anal teasing heightened Edward's disgust, when Cecil's fingers circled the rim of Rosa's anus before plunging inside.

"Ooooh, I never knew so much pleasure could be found in a succubus body! We should test my mouth next!" Rosa called.

Edward looked to his harp, its sudden soft blue glow beckoning to him. He could feel The Spirit on his fingers when he lifted it into position on his knee.

"Call on the love inside your heart," Anna said. "Draw upon what remains of it in the Cecil and Rosa you knew. The light of true love can purify any darkness..."

He focused on the soft melody of each note. It played out in his head, from the intricate pauses that started the song to its sudden rises and falls. A roller coaster of emotion that reflected the bond he saw between the king and queen, a song he played for them as tribute for their most precious day. He guided his hands to the glowing strings of his harp, as he began their theme of love.

"What... is that...." Cecil and Rosa halted.

Recognition lit on their faces to their wedding anthem, and through it echoed the love they harbored in their hearts. It showed in the thinning sex mist of their groins and the shift from red to blue eyes. The corrupting magic rebounded in a harsher glow from Cecil's horns, the return of archaic writings on Rosa's many golden bands, and most prominently the shimmer of her golden nipples and hair against her white skin.

The light blinded. Dazing, dizzying. The tap of lust from Edward to the couple reversed, an influx of every emotion they contained joining what already lingered in his own heart. His eyes drifted and his frail body trembled. Overloaded with the feelings passed to him, he at last collapsed, one word escaping as he did.

"Anna."

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"Edward! King Edward, wake up!"

He awoke to brisk nudges from an unknown. He sat up with the woman's aid. His vision cleared. The subtle features of her tan face showed themselves, along with the less than appropriate white muck that dribbled on every inch of her. Her hair clung together. Her dress pressed against her vivacious, nubile flesh. A moment later, enough sense returned for him to identify her, and in doing so he marveled at her dress-ripping bust.

"At last, you're awake!" Wen Chi said. "I was so worried..."

"Are you okay?" Edward asked, answered with a nod.

"It looks like my breasts came back bigger than before!"

"What about everyone else?"

He stood on shaky feet. A dull throb in the back of his head cleared, with it adding focus to his sight. He looked at the throne. The dark crystal's glow faded its last on the floor at Cecil's feet, and with it came the awakening of Baron's king and queen. They were back to normal... or nearly so.

Rosa groaned her pain, setting herself upright in her husband's lap. "Cecil? What... !!"

Her eyes widened at the shock of her big, straining belly, knowledge of the night's events trickling back into awareness as she recalled her husband's seed stretching the limits of her womb. With her breasts sagging against the huge bulge, she hardly did more than stare before her husband regained his own senses.

"...huh... Rosa, Cover yourself up!" Cecil said. He reached for one of the royal red curtains and tugged with all his might. Its beam collapsed and crashed against the stone floor. It hardly mattered. Quickly wrapping it around their naked bodies, Rosa's bulge vaguely showed against the resting cloth as the chain of her magical collar pooled into her lap.

Edward's attention shifted as he heard his old allies behind him. Turning, he looked at the reverted Lenna, Yang and YingYi. Lenna's natural red hair fell around her shoulders. Yang's lone ponytail dangled off his otherwise bald head, with the curious addition of a beard to his mustache. As for YingYi...

"What happened to my-" she froze at the dark grey curls that flowed out when she spoke. "Am... am I breathing out smoke?!"

"What happened to us? Where are our clothes?" Yang said, following his wife's line of thought.

Edward looked to the crystal and pondered. The aftermath of the crystal's influence... who would remember? Who would not? All but Yang and YingYi seemed to remember, the Fabulian couple rushing for curtains of their own. Edward and Abel each raised their pants back into place, while Lenna hid her free breast with a hand. He wondered...

"Cecil! Rosa!"

Edge's familiar voice boomed from the door as he and an entourage of people flooded in. Cid, his daughter, Lady Emma, though chief among them for Edward was...

"Harley!" He rushed to her. The ravages of vampiric lust left their mark in the torn and tattered trenchcoat, the dried blood across her naked breasts, and most tellingly in the two bite marks on her lily white neck. He embraced her. "What do you remember?"

Harley adjusted her blue hair, casting a glance to Edge before she answered. "I remember everything up to when I finished changing. I woke up in the middle of an orgy pile with the Eight Epopts of Troia. I think they're all a little confused..." she leaned in, whispering to his ear, "... and a little aroused by each other."

"You mean they-"

"Yes. Everyone who was here when this started doesn't remember what happened, but it looks like they have a little trace of how they changed inside them."

"If some part remains..."

The question lingered for a mere second, when the always boisterous Cid said, "Hey! Cecil! Rosa! What have you two crazy lovebirds been doing all this time while we were out of it?"

Rosa blushed crimson, turning shades hotter when Cid added...

"You coulda waited til we all went home before you went at it with collars and chains."

To this, Cecil looked to his wife and said, "... Cid, could you get the Elder of Mysidia? These magic chains need an expert of his skill to unlock."

"Why would you have such strong magic chains in the first place? Huh?" Edge grinned mischievous. "Have a few naughty little games you might want to share with a world-class stud like me?"

The queen's embarrassment only rose, kept in check by her husband as Cecil rubbed her shoulders. The revelation of Devil's Road powered down for the night hardly surprised Edward, the threat of monsters down its winding path far too risky on Halloween for the kingdom to risk its overflow into Baron or Mysidia.

"Cid, could you bring Rosa's throne from the East Tower?" Cecil asked.

"Wait," Rosa said. "I... like only one throne."

"You do?"

She nodded, "Why use two thrones when one will do just fine? It will be a symbol of our union, and our combined efforts to peacefully lead Baron into a brighter future."

"Or," Edge teased, "it's a convenient excuse to sit on Cecil's lap all day and hide your naughty business under a royal cloth. Don't try to hide it, you two are terrible at that."

The throne room buzzed with talk and gossip, as all but Cecil and Rosa tried to piece together what happened among their shreds of knowledge. This charged environs fell silent at the annoyed voice of a certain little girl from Mysidia.

"Palom, you idiot! Get back here!"

The boy ran away from his sister fast as his legs could carry him. "It's not my fault!"

"It's never your fault, is it?" Porom chased him to the throne, hands to her hips chastising him as he bounced into Rosa's lap with an 'oof' from the overburdened queen. "Tonight could have gone much worse. Now tell Cecil and Rosa and apologize, or I'll tell the Elder when we get back."

"You wouldn't!" Palom shifted, clearly weighing his options until giving in. "I... I'm sorry. I found the crystal in the Elder's magic relic vault and thought it would be a funny prank to see everyone act like witches and werewolves for Halloween."

"Hmph, stupid brat," Porom crossed her arms in disdain. "You're lucky it didn't work. You could have put the whole world in danger, playing with things like that."

"Yeah, yeah, but look! Nothing happened! We passed out and that's it. It's not like anything changed around here."

Edward's eyes fell to the bulge of Rosa's womb...