You Made Me
You Made Me
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And now for tonight's offering (cue porno music, please), Squall discovers
the truth about Rinoa in ...You Made MeSquall was standing on the balcony with Rinoa in his
arms, gazing out at the Timmerian Sea, when his world changed drastically.
Rinoa snuggled closer to him, “What should we do tomorrow?”
“I dunno,” he said, looking up at the stars and massaging her breasts. He
loved to fuck her so much that sometimes it made him misty-eyed. She had
absolutely no inhibitions or modesty. For a girl of 17, she was also the most
experienced he’d ever met. She had a tongue like a hummingbird and the word no
wasn’t part of her vocabulary, which made him feel like she might be “the
one.”
“Mmmm,” she closed her eyes, “Well, I need to go shopping in Deiling City,
and I think we should see my father and maybe get some of my clothes from my
house. I also need shoes ….”
Squall was just about to ask her why, if she already had the day planned out,
she even wanted his opinion when the floor below them shook with a groan. The
lights flickered out for a second and there was an ahhhhhhh from the
crowd inside the cafeteria.
He looked over the side of the school to see if they had hit something.What the hell?But there was nothing down there, just the smooth Timmerian Sea disappearing
into the black horizon as far as he could see. The engines propelling the school
thrummed back into life and it felt like they were going on as planned.
That was weird. I should make sure everything’s all right inside, he
thought to himself and took Rinoa’s hand and headed into the cafeteria.
“Let’s stay outside!” Rinoa said, pulling him back.
He let go of her, “I need to make sure everything’s okay.”
“Why?” She followed him, “You’re not really in charge of
Garden, you know, Squall.”
He ignored her and went inside to see what happened. He looked around the room
quickly. All the lights were working and everyone was still there who was there
before ~ Xu, Nida, Ellone, Edea, Cid, Quistis, Zell, Selphie, Irvine, none of
whom were the least bit concerned looking. Students were talking and laughing,
standing around Ellone and Quistis.
He went over to Cid, Rinoa following, “What’s going on?”
They were drinking champagne and laughing about something or other. “Hey,
Squall!” Cid said as soon as he saw him, “You should have a glass, too!”
Squall skipped past the offer, “Didn’t you feel that?” Cid looked at him,
puzzled but still smiling. “It felt like the school hit something, and the
lights flickered ….”
“Did they?” Cid turned to his beautiful wife, who seemed no older than when
Squall first saw her 13 years ago.
“I didn’t see the lights flicker.” Eddie looked around the room, “Are
you sure it wasn’t just that first kiss?” Cid and Eddie looked at each other
in utmost seriousness for a moment and then burst out laughing, holding their
stomachs.
Cid managed to say, “That’s what it was on our first date, wasn’t it,
honey muffin?”
Little did they suspect how far past the first kiss Squall and Rinoa really
were. For Hyne’s sake, she had even kissed his hole a few times.
“Oh, jeez," Squall said under his breath, “I need to talk to someone
serious.” He turned from them and surveyed the crowd, tuning out Cid and
Eddie’s screams of laughter in the background.
“It must’ve been our imagination …” Rinoa started to say when suddenly
she froze in her tracks, “What the … how …?”
Squall followed her gaze to see Ellone pouring glasses of champagne for the
students. Next to her a strange girl was talking to Quistis. He knew everyone at school. This girl he had never seen before.
She was shorter than Quistis, yet taller than Selphie. She had light brown hair down to
her shoulders and soft green eyes. She was very pretty and was wearing a short
dress with stockings and high heels. Even her legs were exceptional. She saw
Squall looking at her and smiled sweetly, holding a champagne glass in her
delicate fingers.
He had to suck in his breath and hold it because it felt like all of the air was
going out of the room. It even seemed as if the lights were flickering again.
The sound of voices and laughter died out until only silence remained, except
that heughtught he heard Rinoa,
“Oh no you don’t, you bitch …!”
She pushed past Squall anto tto the crowd toward the strange girl, who turned,
smiling sweetly, and disappeared into the melee of students.
“Squall,” Ellone said, bringing him out of his weird daze, “have some
champagne!”
He shook the last of the fog out of his head, “What’s with the champagne
tonight?”
Now he knew what all the students had been ahhhhhh-ing about. There were
at least two dozen bottles chilling in tubs of ice along a table that he guessed
was courtesy of Cid. Personally, Squall hated the stuff. It was too damned
sweet. Ellone tried to force a glass in his hand but he ignored her and looked
around the cafeteria for Rinoa. He was starting to feel it was time for bed.
“Not a champagne lover, huh?” Quistis nudged his arm, “Try some of
this.”
Rinoa wasn’t anywhere around, which was odd. Quistis handed him a short thick
glass of dark golden liquid, “It’s 100-year-old sylkis.”
Which immediately caught his attention, “Seriously?”
Quisty nodded and poured a glass for herself from the tall slim smoke-colored
carafe sitting on the table next to her. The first time Squall had sylkis was
after his first job as a junior SeeD. When the battle was over and the job paid
for, Cid had brought out his own stash and gave Squall and the older SeeDs each
a shot of the smooth, fiery liquid. It was the best that money could buy and
didn't come around often.
“Hey, who’s that girl you were talking to?” Squall slammed his drink back,
taking it down all at once.
“Oh,” Quistis sipped at hers, “she never did say her name. But she knows
Rinoa from Galbadia. She said they’re old friends. Are you all right?”
It was happening again ~ the same thing that happened when he saw the strange
girl. Everything faded out, then faded back in slowly. The room turned dark,
light, dark, and then light. From up above him came the brightest flash.
Squall looked up, squinting, wondering what the hell was going on. It was as if
all the stars were coming down from heaven, one by one, hanging suspended from
the ceiling over his head.
Quisty’s voice was far away, “She gave me this bottle and said it was
especially for you ….”
Squall blinked and closed his eyes. When he opened them, it was to a blurry
cafeteria and dancing ~ couples swirling around the dance floor to music.How did they get here?
He had a feeling he didn’t know them ~ didn’t know any of them.
They were all strangers. And so was she, staring at him, beautiful and
yet ….Noooooooooooooooo!Squall winced from the pain inside his head, burning, like her words, you’re
going to like me, you’re going to like me. When he opened his eyes to see
her as she really was, had had the eyes of a viper ~ yellow, with black slits
for pupils. Not at all the Rinoa he thought she was with her soft brown eyes and
sweet smile.
He blinked, wanting to push away the madness, but when he opened his eyes, he
was back at the graduation ball like a person in a waking dream. He looked at
Rinoa again. She was speaking a language he couldn’t understand. Just when he
was about to demand that it all stop, somewhere close to his ear, a girl
laughed, her high-pitched hee hee hee hee hee hee hee bordering on
madness. Rinoa heard it, too, and the smile faded from her face as she whispered
to Squall,It’s her ~ she’s here! The white witch!He tried to shake it off ~ insisting none of them were real, but the burning
inside wouldn’t go away. He needed a cool place and blinked again, wanting to
not lose his mind.
“Ellone,” a familiar voice came out of the swirling colors and shapes just
as the light began to fade to black, “can you bring us some ice?”
He felt instantly relieved. He loved the dark. It had always felt good to him,
even as a child. It felt like home. It was home. Now that the light was
gone, he opened his eyes to find Quistis leading him outside to the balcony,
“What’s going on? I ….”
He reached up with a gloved hand to push his bangs out of his face and found
that he was sweating.
“I just think you need some cool air,” Quistis said. He hadn’t noticed it
before, but she must’ve gone back to her room and changed her clothes because
she was now wearing a short dark blue dress with a pale gray and blue matador
jacket over it. (School colors.) Her dress had a slit in the back from just
under her bottom down to the hem. As she walked, every now and then the tops of
her lacy thigh-high stockings flashed into view through the slit. He was
starting to find that he couldn’t take his eyes off of them and watched her
legs as he followed her out.
In the cool dark he thought he heard laughter for a moment and looked around,
but he and Quistis were the only two out there. He was starting to hope that he
wasn’t going crazy.
I wasn’t laughing at you, Squall, the soft voice floated on the sea
breeze, almost undistinguishable.
“You say something?” He tapped his fingers on Quisty’s round butt.
As soon as they were away from everyone, Quisty began to take off his gloves and
jacket, “Oh, just that you need some cool air.”
A second later, Ellone came out with a cup of ice. Quistis gave it to Squall, “Suck on these.”
He laughed and realized, as if looking at her for the first time, how beautiful
she was. Her hair wasn’t pinned
up as usual. Instead, it fell around her shoulders in a golden wave, with only
her wispy bangs pulled back behind her ears. She had on just a hint of makeup,
with a light pink lip gloss over her full mouth. Squall found himself wanting to
touch it. Quistis looked away from him, out at the sea, and began to take off
her jacket.
He breathed in deeply, “Y’know, I feel like I’ve been a zombie or
something these past months, like I’ve been petrified all this time. But tonight my head is finally clear and …” he looked at Quistis,
standing beside him with her arms on the balcony railing, “motherfucker!”
“Hmm?” She
gazed out at the sea in the full moonlight, seeming not to notice him.
He felt his dick twitch in his jeans.
The top of her dress was see-through, made of sheer blue fabric. He could see
both of her breasts perfectly well in the bright moonlight, her pink nipples
like hard candy. He felt his cock twitch again. A lot of the students said that
if there were a global best tits contest, Quisty would come in second only to
Selphie. Quis had perfect C-cup breasts, firm and slightly upturned, topped by
delicate pink nipples. (Selphie was a D-cup.)
Squall spit the ice that wn hin his mouth back into the cup, “What’s up with
that?”
“What do you mean?” Quistis
said innocently, a subtle smile on her face.
“You know damned well what I mean!”
Her breasts strained against the fabric of her dress, begging for release into
the night air.
She turned to gaze into his eyes, “You don’t like it?”
In truth, he was having a hard time holding her gaze. His eyes kept drifting
downwards, “Have you ever seen in the circus how some guys have a little
monkey that claps?”
“Uh huh,” she said softly.
He emptied a few pieces of ice out of the cup and into his mouth, even though he
didn’t need it anymore, “Well, mine is clapping right now.”
Quistis giggled and then turned toward him, getting closer, “But is it little?
I heard it’s kinda big.”
With ice in his mouth, he leaned down to kiss her, “Find out.” He dropped
the cup and his hands found her breasts as their lips met. They kissed
cautiously, as if they had been dying of thirst and were now suddenly afraid of
water; yet after a few seconds their mouths came together hungrily, drinking
each other in. Squall wanted to make it good for her, to impress her, so he
tried hard to be gentle, even though his need was rising. And Quisty was
responding, leaning into him, enjoying the feel of his lips on hers, his fingers
toying with her erect nipples.
He slipped the ice from his mouth into hers, “Where have you been? I feel like
I lost you for awhile.”
She looked up at him, dreamy-eyed, and gave the ice back, “Hush now.”
He’d always had a hard time taking instruction from Quistis, but he figured it
was never too late to try again, and so he found another use for his mouth.
Holding a piece of ice between his teeth, he dipped his head down and rubbed it
over Quisty’s right nipple. She cried out from the pleasure of it, wrapping
her fingers in his hair. After a few seconds, he moved over to her left nipple
and teased it gently until it was as hard as his cock. The ice soon melted and
was replaced by his tongue.
”Oooh, Squall!” Quistis groaned. She held his face in her hands and rubbed
up against his crotch at the same time.
Oh, yeah.Never the ice princess for him. If he hadn’t have been so depressed at the
time, he would’ve nailed her months ago in the secret area, before he even met
Rinoa. Squall quickly pushed the word Rinoa from his mind. He didn’t
even want to think about her ~ not now, not again, not ever. Not after what he
saw and knew when he nearly went unconscious.
Instead, he reached under Quisty’s dressed and pulled her panties down to her
thighs.
”Omigod, baby, right here?” She whispered.
He looked down at her pussy. It was as pink as her nipples and covered by soft
golden curls.
Natural blonde.”For starters,” was his answer. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever
seen, and she belonged to him. Totally. Body and soul. He had known that for a
long time. Or at least since he was 15.
He was close enough to her to be almost kissing her without kissing her. He
wanted to tease her, to make her beg for it. He brushed his lips lightly against
hers, feeling the rush of her sweet breath in his mouth. Just at that moment he
reached down and put his fingers between her legs. Quisty breathed out again and
opened for him, her arms around his neck. He rubbed his fingers against her lips
for just a moment to see if was was wet enough for him yet.
She wasn’t.
And so Squall knelt down before her. He removed her panties completely and
tossed them over into a corner of the balcony.
Quisty pulled her dress up over her thighs, “Oh, my love, are you going to eat
me?” With two fingers she opened her lips for him.
”Raw,” he said and got busy.
Just when he didn’t want it, the familiar, haunting voice returned, I was
laughing at HER. Only her.
“What the fuck’s going on here?”
Another all-too-familiar voice broke Squall’s concentration and he looked away
from Quisty’s pussy, still kneeling with his tongue out. Quistis pulled her
dress back down under her bottom and reached for her jacket, getting ready to
run for it. In between them and the
exit was Rinoa, standing in the doorway to the cafeteria with her hands on her
hips.
“Answer me! I leave the
party for just a minute and come back to find you fucking around with Quistis! What the hell kind of boyfriend ~”
“Rinoa,” Squall stood and took Quisty’s hand, “I realize now what you
did to me. At the graduation dance. You made me like you. Tonight your
friend from Galbadia cleared my head. I don’t know how she did it ~”
“She’s no friend of mine,” Rinoa said quietly from the shadows, her face
masked. Quistis thought for a second that the girl she thought she knew was
really different. Like physically different. Maybe the 17-year-old Rinoa from
Deiling City was only a mask of some sort. The way Ultimecia had been a mask for
a sorceress from another world.
“Whatever,” Squall said and pushed past Rinoa with Quistis in hand, “however
it happened, it’s over between us, princess. Come on, Quis, let’s go to my
room and fuck.”
As the two new lovers hurried through the darkened school to the boys’
dormitory, they thought they heard, following them like a wraith, a deep cry of
rage and the sound of soft laughter.
Being of a like mind, both of them shrugged it off, certain it was only the
chilly night wind whipping through empty blue corridors.
Yet another A/N: I must apologize to all Rinoa fans, but I can't help myself.
I don't intend to write her as evil and slutty. She just comes out that way all
by herself when I start writing her into a story. The part of the White Witch from Galbadia, Rinoa's arch-nemesis (an OC by me, complete with back-story that I'm saving for another time) has been played by my friend San (who really is that pretty & sweet) ^_^