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Video Vixen

By: MissDincht
folder Final Fantasy VIII › General
Rating: Adult ++
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Video Vixen

Disclaimer: This is a YAOI fan fiction
featuring Seifer Almasy and Squall Leonhart from Final Fantasy 8. These
characters are owned by Squaresoft……..you know the rest.

Rinoa is treated rather rottenly here, so if
you like her you shouldn’t read this.

This is a piece of SMUT that has language, extremely
graphic sex, and some mild abuse, so take care, but it isn’t that bad,
honestly. It's actually kind of funny.

***This has been revised some since its
original posting. I've changed some phrases to make the story seem fresher, and
I hoped it worked.****

DO NOT READ IF YOU LIKE RINOA
OR YOU ARE A SQUINOA FAN.  YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED SEVERAL TIMES.  THIS
IS COMPLETE SMUT, OKAY?



VIDEO VIXEN

By: Miss Dincht

Rinoa Heartilly believed that she had Squall
Leonhart exactly where she wanted him. She was certain that the handsome SeeD
Commander was head over heels in love with her. Indeed, she had no reason to
believe otherwise, for Squall did everything a boyfriend was supposed to do for
his girlfriend, and much much more. He did everything she asked without a second
thought, and she was absolutely certain that Squall's entire world revolved
around her.

Rinoa couldn’t have been more pleased with
herself. She had gambled on Squall, and he hadn’t disappointed her, unlike
that horrible Seifer Almasy who had nearly ruined her life. Rinoa couldn’t
imagine what would have happened if she had put all of her eggs into that
basket. She supposed that she’d probably be lying dead in a gutter somewhere,
or worse, living in some Hyne - forsaken hovel just outside of Balamb. Rinoa
wrinkled her little, pixie – like nose at such a terrible thought. Oh, yeah,
she’d definitely picked a winner when she sunk her claws into Squall Leonhart.

Rinoa watched, a smile plastered on her face,
as Squall hurried around the room getting ready for a meeting he had with some
dignitaries from Dollet. She’d come to his room early that morning (she came
to his room a little before sunrise every morning) in the hopes that he would
take her somewhere. Instead, Squall had informed her that he had an important
meeting. He said that he’d told her about it the day before, but since it
didn’t really concern her, Rinoa had forgotten all about it.

Rinoa was quite pissed that Squall was
leaving her to go off to Dollet, but she wasn’t about to interfere. Squall was
the breadwinner, and so she knew she had to make sacrifices when it came to his
occupation. She wasn’t about to risk her future – or the mansions, the cars,
the furs, and the diamonds – because she couldn’t stand to let Squall out of
her sights for more than a few minutes. It was imperative that Squall work hard
and do his job well, so she could live in luxury. She had grown up wealthy, so
Squall couldn’t expect her to settle for anything less than the best.

Squall hadn’t said anything to her in the
last five minutes or so because he was busy getting his paperwork for the
meeting in order, and the silence made Rinoa uncomfortable. She didn't like
Squall to remain too quiet for too long.

"I can’t wait for us to go on our
vacation." Rinoa said. "Oh, Squall it will be so romantic. The two of
us, the beautiful snow – capped mountains, the crystal, frozen lakes. You and
I before a warm, crackling fire, sharing a hot cup of warm cocoa. Oh, my heart
sings just to think of it." Rinoa said. Her eyes fluttered and she placed a
hand over her heart. She leaned back in the chair she was sitting in and made as
though she would swoon.

Squall mumbled incoherently.

Rinoa’s eyes snapped open. "Did you
say something Squall?" she asked.

Squall looked at her with wide eyes and shook
his head. "No, of course not." He said.

"Oh." Rinoa said. She grinned at
her beautiful boyfriend. "I really wish you didn’t have to go."

Squall put on his coat. "I promise not
to take too long." He said.

Rinoa pouted. "I know, but I want you
here." She said.

Squall sighed. "I’ll be back in a few
hours Rinoa." He said.

Rinoa frowned and shrugged. "Very well
then. I guess we can go out later, but I'll be so lonely here all by
myself." She said.

Squall nodded and scooped up his paperwork.
"Just wait here for me. I’ll be back later." He said. Then he
hurried out of the door.

Rinoa got up from the table and sauntered
over to the couch. She grabbed the remote control from between the cushions and
turned on the television set. She flipped through the channels, but there
didn’t seem to be much on. The television shows all seemed so violent, like
the shows that Squall liked to watch. Rinoa eventually found one of her favorite
soap operas, and she settled in for a few hours of romance and excitement.

About an hour later, there was a knock at the
door. Rinoa had been so engrossed in her soap opera that she chose to ignore it.
The knock came again, louder this time, and so Rinoa was forced to get up. She
cursed and stomped toward the door in a huff.

"What?!" she demanded as she opened
the door.

The young Garden student looked at her with
wide eyes. "I – Is, uh, the Commander in?" he asked.

"No, he isn’t!" Rinoa snapped.
"What do you want with him?"

"I – I –I just…have h – his
mail." The student stammered. He handed her several envelopes and a small
package. Rinoa took them and slammed the door in the boy’s face.

Rinoa looked through the letters. Squall
didn’t know that Rinoa went through his mail whenever it was possible for her
to do so. It was the usual stuff, nothing special. There were bills, letters
from clients thanking Garden for services rendered, a letter from Laguna, and a
few pieces of junk mail. Rinoa tossed the letters aside when she had finished
reading them and looked at the package. She was surprised to see her name
scrawled across the front of it in a somewhat illegible handwriting.

"Oh." Rinoa said as she turned the
package over in her hands. "What could this be?"

Rinoa gently began to open the package.
Thoughts of jewels and chocolates danced through her head as she pealed back the
wrapping. She was certain it was a gift from one of her many admirers. Every one
at Garden knew she was off – limits, but she didn’t mind other boys looking
at her and fantasizing about her. Rinoa knew boys couldn’t help but like her.

Rinoa finally managed to unwrap the package,
and she was utterly disappointed by what she found inside.

"A DVD?" she said. She uttered a
sound of disgust. She examined the disc and frowned. There was no indication of
what it was. There was only a date scrawled across the front of it.

"That’s just a few days ago."
Rinoa mumbled.

She turned the disc over in her hands.
"What is this?" she demanded of no one in particular.

She sighed heavily and made her way toward
the television, toward Squall’s DVD player. She slipped the disc in then sat
back to watch it.

The screen stayed black for several minutes,
and just as Rinoa was about to get up and turn the offending blackness off, the
screen brightened and she saw the outline of a shape.

Rinoa’s eyes narrowed in an attempt to see
it better. The figure looked like a man. It moved back from the screen and Rinoa
immediately recognized who it was.

"Seifer?"

As if in response to her inquiry, Seifer
Almasy’s screen image grinned widely, and the lecherous, shark – like smile
made Rinoa shiver.

Seifer backed away from the camera slightly
and began adjusting it, his naughty grin never wavering. He stood to his full
height, and for a moment, all Rinoa could see was his bare chest and stomach. He
had a stomach piercing, a silver bar in each rose - colored nipple, and a mid -
sized tattoo just above his navel that said Hyperion in Old English lettering.
Rinoa was utterly repulsed. She’d never seen Seifer naked, and if she’d
known he had tattoos and freaky piercings she wouldn’t have even considered
dating him. Squall’s body was still as pure and pristine as the day he was
born.

Rinoa began to think of Squall, but quickly
forgot him when Seifer stepped back a distance away from the camera. He was
topless, but wearing black, bondage pants and black combat boots. There was a
tattoo on the shoulder of each of his arms, and it looked as though there was a
large one on his back although Rinoa could only see a small portion of that one
when he turned to the side. Rinoa was offended by his trashy appearance, but she
noted that his skuzzy looks coincided with his surroundings. He was in a small,
dingy room. It looked like a room in one of those sleazy Galbadian hotels where
the hookers and soldiers hung out. Of course, Rinoa had never seen the inside of
one personally, but she had heard about them. She knew Seifer had taken a fall,
but she’d never imagined that he’d fallen that low. She thought it served
him right though. The insane psycho had tried to kill her too many times to
count, and she would never forgive him for trying to ruin her chances with
Squall.

Seifer moved off – camera, seemingly to go
behind it because the screen began to move and slowly pan around the room. The
walls of the room were grungy. The burgundy carpet was threadbare in places. It
was utterly revolting. The camera stopped on a large bed by a window with filthy
white curtains hanging alongside of it. There was a woman sitting on the edge of
the bed, but the screen had become too blurry to really see her that clearly.
The woman was also wearing a lot of makeup, and this distorted her appearance
some as well. It was still quite obvious to Rinoa, however, that the woman was a
whore, and Rinoa didn’t blame the woman for trying to hide beneath the layer
of cosmetics.

The woman was pale, so pale in fact that her
skin seemed to glow like moonlight in the dimly lit room. She was slim, but
slightly toned. A black satin corset with lacey trimming was fitted around her
waist. There was a dog collar fastened around her neck, and black ribbons
decorated her shaggy brunette hair, pulling it up into two pig - tails. She was
also wearing a pair of tiny lace panties, black thigh – high stockings, and
black platform heels, the kind of heels that those porn stars Zell liked usually
wore. The woman sat on the edge of the bed trying rather unsuccessfully to hide
her face with one hand. Well, actually, Rinoa didn’t think the woman was
trying to hide. It almost seemed like the slut was trying to play the coquette.

Rinoa uttered a sound of disgust. She had no
idea what sort of twisted joke this was, but she was not the least bit amused.
She didn't think she wanted to watch any more of this tape. She had no desire to
see anything that would offend her delicate senses. She didn’t know what kind
of evil games Seifer Almasy was playing, but when she told Squall about it, she
was certain the shit would hit the fan.

Rinoa got up to turn off the DVD player. As
she moved toward the television Seifer’s hand flashed across the screen as
though he’d been reaching over the camera. The screen shifted slightly, and
then the whore’s face suddenly came into crystal clarity. Rinoa hesitated,
hand poised over the power button, as she looked at the heavily made up face.
There was something very familiar about that face, and Rinoa felt a huge lump
form in the pit of her stomach. She gazed at the corseted whore on screen for a
long, long time. When the realization finally hit, it hit like the Holy Power of
Alexander.

"Squall?!" she cried.

Rinoa clutched at her chest and screamed as
the large blue eyes, aquiline nose, and full lips of her boyfriend, Commander
Squall Leonhart, came to life on the whore’s powdered face. And it was in that
very same moment that Seifer Almasy decided to come back on screen, front and
center, grinning from ear to ear like a little boy who had the greatest, most
special, most wretched secret in the whole wide world.  

Rinoa stumbled backward and collapsed onto
the couch. She uttered a strangled sound and watched as Seifer turned from the
camera and sat down next to her Squall – her one true love – on the bed.
Seifer slid his arms around Squall’s waist and pulled the smaller man against
him. Squall’s crimson stained lips pouted prettily as he pushed Seifer’s
hands away. The blonde growled and pulled Squall’s hair. Squall, the Lion of
Balamb, whimpered like a little slut and turned his painted face from Seifer’s
leering grin. Seifer tugged on the strings of the corset, and Squall gasped. He
smacked Seifer in the face and Seifer smacked him back, only harder. Squall
pushed at Seifer’s chest and the strapping blonde sunk his teeth into the
flesh of Squall’s shoulder. The brunette wailed.

As Rinoa watched the horrendous display, she
tried to convince herself that Seifer was forcing Squall to participate in these
depraved sexual fantasies. If it wasn’t force, it had to be drugs, alcohol,
something, anything that would prove Squall was not a willing participant. Yet,
as Rinoa watched her boyfriend squirm with pleasure beneath the blonde’s
hands, she soon realized that Squall’s dazed look was not the result of any
drug or alcoholic drink. He was on a pleasure high, and if Seifer was forcing
him it was only because he wanted to be forced.

Seifer grabbed Squall’s chin and turned
Squall’s face so that he could gain access to the smaller man’s mouth.
Seifer kissed Squall violently, sucking and biting the brunette’s lips before
parting them and pushing his tongue between them. Squall’s shoulders slumped
and little whimpers of pleasure emerged from his throat as the blonde devoured
his mouth. Squall eventually drew back, panting heavily, and a fine, gossamer -
like thread of saliva cascaded down the side of his chin. Seifer’s hand
grabbed Squall's genitals through the skimpy, black panties, and the brunette's
eyes fluttered closed.

"Nooooo….." Rinoa cried. She fell
from the couch and crawled toward the television, one arm reaching out as she
went. "Noooooo! They can't stand each other!!! They HATE each other."
she screamed.

Rinoa collapsed before the television screen
and watched in horror as Squall worked his groin against Seifer's groping hand.
Squall clutched Seifer’s shoulders and buried his face in the blonde’s neck.
Seifer continued to massage the area between Squall quivering thighs and the
brunette began to wail and moan like a shameless harlot. Rinoa felt as though
everything she’d eaten that morning would spill out of her stomach and onto
the floor. She didn’t believe it was happening. It was like a nightmare come
to life.

Rinoa watched helplessly as Seifer leaned
over and lapped at Squall’s heaving chest. The blonde squeezed Squall's
genitals roughly as his tongue toyed with one of the brunette’s delicate, pink
nipples. Squall was panting like a bitch in heat, a look of sheer, unadulterated
joy on his powdered face. Seifer’s lips moved from Squall’s nipple to the
column of his neck, and Squall gasped as Seifer sucked noisily on the skin
beneath his ear. Seifer moved his lips, revealing a dark red mark on Squall’s
snow – white flesh. Rinoa had seen similar marks on Squall before, but he’d
always had an excuse.

"He said he got those fighting
Funguars!" She sobbed.

Rinoa tried to look away, knowing it could
only get worse, but she couldn’t pull her eyes from the images on the screen.
Not even her Sorceress powers could help her.

Seifer slapped Squall again.
"Bitch." The blonde snarled as he shook Squall roughly. Squall, her
Squally – poo, her Knight, moaned like a little slut once more.

"You know what I want, you fucking slut.
I want you to get me ready so I can fuck you." Seifer said.

Rinoa’s ears burned to hear such foul
language. A coughing fit overtook her, then a shrill scream erupted from her
parched lips as she watched Seifer unbutton his pants, reach inside them, and
pull out the largest, deadliest looking cock she had ever seen. Rinoa thought
she was going to go blind, but unfortunately for her, she did not.

"No! No!" Rinoa cried. She clutched
frantically at the screen, but the images displayed there did not waver.

Seifer grabbed the back of Squall’s head.
The blonde licked his lips and smirked as he pushed Squall’s head toward his
exposed groin. A painful moan rose from Rinoa’s throat as she watched
Squall’s tongue wrap around the swollen tip of Seifer’s cock. Seifer looked
into the eye of the camera and grinned as Squall’s mouth opened to take in his
enormous rod.

Rinoa clutched at her throat and tried to
breathe when Squall’s mouth descended over Seifer’s dick. Rinoa clawed at
the television in some vain attempt to stop what was happening, but the figures
on screen paid her no mind. Squall took Seifer's pulsing cock deep into his
mouth, his lips wrapping around it tightly as he began to suck. The slurping and
sucking sounds were appalling, and Rinoa placed her hands over eer ears in an
attempt to drown them out.

Squall’s slender hand moved to the big
balls beneath the cock in his mouth. Squall squeezed the heavy sac, then began
to massage it in slow circles. Some of Squall’s hair fell over his face, and
Seifer swept the stray locks back with his hand. That same hand then traveled
over Squall’s shoulder and down his back. Seifer tugged at the black strings
of the corset then slipped his hand over the firm mound of Squall’s ass.
Seifer’s fingers slipped beneath the black thong and between Squall’s
cheeks, and Rinoa couldn’t even begin to imagine what the blonde's fingers
were doing there. When Squall suddenly moaned around Seifer’s cock, Rinoa
quickly figured it out. Seifer closed his eyes and licked his lips as Squall
began to suck on him with fierce determination. Squall’s hand traveled from
Seifer’s balls to the base of the blonde’s cock, and the brunette begin to
pump the part of Seifer’s dick that he couldn’t fit into his mouth. Rinoa
gagand and thought of how many times she’d kissed Squall, and her mind reeled
when it occurred to her that her boyfriend could suck a dick better than she
could. Rinoa’s vision began to fade and her heart constricted, making sharp
pains shoot up her arm. 

Squall gasped around the object in his mou The The brunette lifted his head and Seifer’s throbbing organ slid from his lips.
Squall tried to move, but Seifer grabbed Squall's hair and forced the brunette
to stay in that position. Seifer began to swear, all sorts of foul,
unmentionable words filling the air, and then he moaned as what seemed like a
gallon of cum exploded from his cock. Squall closed his eyes as the blonde's cum
splashed against his face. The white liquid fell from the brunette’s swollen
lips and cascaded over his chin in thick rivulets. Seifer wrenched Squall up by
his hair, and the two young men kissed. Seifer began to lick the cum from
Squall's face, and the brunette moaned softly as Seifer's tongue slid across his
flesh.

"Fucking slut." Seifer growled when
he'd lapped up all traces of the white liquid. He grabbed the little panties
Squall was wearing and pulled on them until they popped. Squall pushed at
Seifer’s chest and the blonde slapped him once more.

Rinoa trembled, fear clutching her heart, as
she watched Seifer move back some on the bed and pull Squall back with him.
Seifer laid back and waited, a smug smile on his face and his hands behind his
head, as Squall got to his knees and climbed on top of him facing the camera.
Squall moved his ass in a circular mo ove over Seifer’s cock until the massive
organ hardened once more. Squall then lifted his ass and leaned forward, his
hands gripping Seifer’s thighs. Seifer grabbed his meat then positioned the
engorged tool between Squall’s legs. Rinoa thought she would die.

Rinoa began to shake violently as she watched
Seifer’s cock disappear into her boyfriend’s writhing body. Squall wailed
and moaned like a trollop when Seifer began thrusting up into him, and the
horrific sounds nearly shattered Rinoa’s eardrums. Rinoa watched in shock as
Squall rode Seifer’s massive cock, the brunette’s own hardened little member
bouncing wildly from the movement. Seifer was cursing like a sailor, but his
cruel, nasty remarks only seemed to encourage Squall. Squall leaned forward and
lifted his legs so that the bottom of his high – heeled shoes touched the
mattress. He moved his hands behind him and scrambled into a sitting position.
Squall worked Seifer’s cock shamefully, rolling and shifting his slim hips
like some schoolyard tramp. Rinoa peered into Squall’s lust – filled eyes
and swore she could see hearts dancing around his head, and she screamed for
what must have been the hundredth time that day. Squall reached down with one
hand and began to massage his balls. With Squall’s cock out of the way, Rinoa
could actually see Seifer’s dick sliding in and out of the dripping orifice
between the brunette’s legs. Rinoa screamed. She had never been a witness to
such debauchery.

The torture continued for what seemed like an
eternity, and Rinoa was soon rolling around on the floor writhing in pain. At
some point, Seifer knocked Squall off him. He smacked Squall a few more times
then forced the brunette to his hands and knees. Seifer shoved his cock back
into Squall’s hole and began to fuck the younger man brutally. Squall’s arms
collapsed from under him and his head slammed into the bed. The brunette
clutched at the sheets and screamed like a harlot as Seifer rammed into him from
behind.

"You….fucking….bitch." Seifer
growled as he fisted a hand in Squall’s hair. "Such a
nasty….little…..slut."

Squall buried his face in the sheets

"Why….are you…..such
a…..nasty……whore, huh, Squall?" Seifer snarled.

Squall moaned in answer and tried to scramble
away. Seifer grabbed Squall’s hips and pulled the brunette roughly against
him.

"You….wanna…..have
your……cake….and….eat it to, don't you…..Squall? Such
a….greedy…..boy." Seifer said as he smacked Squall's ass.

Squall wailed.

"Don't…..worry though…..baby,
it's….okay. I……..understand. I know…..you have….to play…..that
role." Seifer said.

Squall moaned.

Seifer grinned. "Look at…..you.
Fucking…….slut. You just…..love being……my little…..whore,
don't….you? Always…….have." Seifer said.

Squall whined pitifully and Rinoa felt her
mind slipping away.

Seifer chuckled. "Yeah,
you…..like……it. You like…..when I……stick my….dick in you." He
said. He pulled on the strings of the corset and Squall moaned.
"Who……does it……belong……to bitch?"

Squall whimpered.

"Huh, Squall? Whose……hole…..is
this?" Seifer said, amusement in his voice.

"Y – y - you…" Squall managed
through his piteous cries.

"Speak up……bitch. Who….does
this……hole……….belong too, Squall?" Seifer snarled.

"S – Seifer." Squall breathed. So
quiet it almost couldn’t be heard.

Rinoa blacked out.

Finally, the blissful nothingness had come to
claim her.

Rinoa didn’t get to see the end of the
video.

Rinoa was spared seeing her boyfriend cum all
over the sheets. She was spared seeing Seifer roar with glee as the cum exploded
from his cock and splashed all over Squall’s back, the pearly liquid cascading
over Squall’s smooth flesh in thick streams. Rinoa didn’t see Seifer wrap
his arms around Squall's waist and pull the smaller man close to his body. She
didn’t watch as Squall turned his head slightly so the two young men could
kiss, and so she was spared another image of their tongues slipping and sliding
against each other desperately. Rinoa did not look on when Seifer grabbed
Squall’s cock and began to massage the soft flesh, or when Seifer broke the
kiss and Squall whimpered in disappointment. Fortunately, she did not witness it
when Seifer looked up into the camera to grin one last time for his audience.

Footsteps approached from outside of
Squall’s apartment. A code was punched into the lock. Squall Leonhart walked
into his living room. He was exhausted from his day at Dollet, and he was eager
to get some rest. The young man gasped when he saw Rinoa sprawled out on his
living room floor in front of his television set. Squall had forgotten that she
was in his apartment waiting. Squall knelt down beside her. She was breathing,
but she was catatonic, her brown eyes staring into oblivion. Squall wondered
what could have happened, and then an image on the television screen caught his
attention. Squall covered his mouth with a slender hand, and his blue eyes went
wide. A deep blush reddened his cheeks as and his hand fell from his gaping
mouth.

"SEIFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!"
he screamed.

Outside in the hallway, SeeDs and students
alike ran for cover.

And somewhere in Galbadia, in a dingy
apartment room, a tall blonde lay – hands behind his head – on a large bed
beside a window. The blonde was grinning from ear to ear, but soon enough he
began to laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and LAUGH……….




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