FF8: Revisited

This story is a parody of the video game Final Fantasy 8 (Squaresoft). I own neither Squaresoft, nor the characters within the game. This is purely a work of fiction, intended for persons of legal age in their individual countries, and in no way involving the aforementioned company. It should also be noted that I DO NOT condone rape, which this story contains rape and if you feel strongly about such things, you are advised not to read further. With that said, enjoy the story!

Final Fantasy 8: Revisited

“Are you sure you don’t need us?” Zell asked as Rinoa pulled open the door leading to the President’s train car.
“I’ll be fine.” Rinoa assured him as she gave the SeeDs a smile, as much for their reassurance as for her own. “If the President knows SeeD is involved, who knows what he might do if we ransom him back to Galbadia?”
“That’s right…still, take care. Just yell if you need us!” Selphie piped in. Rinoa nodded and stepped into the train car, closing the door behind her. As she approached the President, Rinoa wondered how she should begin the negotiations. She stopped just steps away from the seated man, and felt a chill run down her spine. Don’t be silly, he’s just a damned politician. There’s nothing to be afraid of! Rinoa chided herself, and stepped forward, clearing her throat theatrically.
“You’re now in the custody of the Timber Owls, Mr President. Do not attempt to escape; this train car is being heavily guarded.” Rinoa hoped she sounded tough. The man in the seat turned slowly to face her, and Rinoa looked into the face of the man who had brought so much misery and unhappiness to the people of Timber.
“We will release you as long as you…as long as you cooperate.” Rinoa felt her voice falter as President Deling looked her up and down, as if sizing her up, seemingly unfazed by his predicament.
“Ah yes, the Timber Owls. The President has heard of you pathetic lot. He has always wondered how such a small and insignificant group has managed to obtain the information that you seem to know. No doubt you are able to fuck your fair share of informants for their valuable information.” A lewd smile played across the man’s face as he eyed Rinoa’s shapely curves.
“I beg your pardon! The Timber Owls is dedicated to the liberation of Timber, and you are our prisoner!” Rinoa retorted, too insulted to pay any attention to the man’s odd use of the third person to refer to himself.
“I am, am I?” the smile stretched even wider as the President stood up and stepped toward Rinoa, who instinctively stepped backward. Without warning, the President lunged forward, knocking Rinoa over. As she fell to the floor, the wind was knocked out of her by President Deling, who had fell onto her, pinning her down with his body. One hand covered her mouth, stifling her cries, as his other hand greedily fondled her left breast.
“And we were saying, my dear?” the President laughed as he planted kisses on her neck, tearing at her clothes with his free hand. Rinoa struggled against her captor, but the man seemed to have strength beyond his years. His strength seemed almost inhuman. In desperation, she bit the hand that covered her mouth, but the President barely flinched, smiling cruelly into her panicked eyes. Blood dripped from the wound, into Rinoa’s mouth, and she nearly gagged at the bitterness of it. It didn’t taste anything like human blood!
Before her very eyes, the President slowly started to change, his face twisting and contorting into an ugly parody of a human. The rest of his body grew as well, expanding in size, until the large monster dwarfed Rinoa’s petite body. Rinoa redoubled her struggling, as she found herself staring straight into the face of a zombie.
Gerogero bent down, licking and sucking Rinoa’s breasts as his free hand tore at her pants, tossing the remnants of the black cloth aside. Tears rolled down the sides of her face as Rinoa fought in vain against her rapist. Feeling something push against her cunt, Rinoa glanced downward, her eyes widening as she watched Gerogero’s huge cock enter her cunt.
Her face mirroring her agony, Rinoa squeezed her eyes shut, as Gerogero continued to push deeper, stretching her cunt to its limit. Fresh tears of pain fell to the floor beneath her as Rinoa screamed in agony, her pained objections all but stifled by Gerogero’s enormous hand.

Squall charged into the room even before Selphie had opened it fully, a Fire spell already forming in his mind. He was stopped short by the sight that greeted him, the Fire spell all but forgotten. On the floor in front of him, a nude Rinoa was being raped by a zombie. There was no sign of President Deling. Zell and Selphie came to a halt on either side of him, equally surprised by the scene before them. The zombie didn’t seem to notice the newcomers, his attention focused on his fuck toy.
Zell recovered first, pointing a finger at Gerogero as he formed a Fire spell in his mind. Squall barely managed to knock his finger to one side, the spell burned harmlessly into one of the cushioned seats of the train car.
“What did you do that for?!” Zell yelled as he turned on Squall.
“We don’t want to risk hurting Rinoa!” Squall replied tersely, his mind racing to find a way to hurt the zombie without doing the same to Rinoa. GFs and spells would almost definitely hit Rinoa as well, and going right up to the monster to attack it wasn’t a sound idea. It might hurt Rinoa, or worse, if they tried to attack it. There was no way!
Unless…
“Zell, pass me a Potion!” Squall commanded. Zell’s eyes widened in bewilderment as he fumbled in his pockets for the desired item. A hand withdrew from one of his many pockets, clutching a glass bottle, which he immediately handed to Squall. Squall glanced at the bottle briefly, noting only that Zell had messed up. This isn’t a Potion…it’s an X-Potion! Squall shook off the thought. Just as well. An X-Potion would hit the undead creature harder than a Potion would have.
Raising his hand above his head, Squall aimed dead centre and let the X-Potion fly.
Rinoa felt only pain as Gerogero pounded into her over and over. The pain overwhelmed her senses and she felt more than saw the X-Potion shatter against Gerogero’s undead body, its contents splattering all over the area. For Rinoa, the X-Potion felt soothingly cool when it hit her skin. For Gerogero, however, it had quite the opposite effect; the holy liquid burned into his skin with intensity quite unlike anything else.
With a howl, Gerogero withdrew from Rinoa’s shaken and battered body, clutching at the spots where the X-Potion ate away at his monstrous hide, exposing the rotted organs beneath. Those, too, quickly started to dissolve when the normally curative liquid touched them. There was an inhuman roar as Gerogero gave voice to his pain and fury, finally turning on the three SeeDs standing several feet away. It took a step toward them, but got no farther than that, its undead body finally succumbing to the effects of the X-Potion. With a final howl, Gerogero fell to the ground, the X-Potion still dissolving its immortal body. Moments later, nothing was left of Gerogero except a lingering, foul smell.
Selphie ran over to Rinoa, falling to her knees beside the sobbing teenager, cradling her head in her arms as she spoke in soothing tones to the girl whose rape she had just witnessed. Squall went into the previous compartment and came back with a blanket.
Kneeling, too, beside Rinoa, he wordlessly covered her nude form with the blanket, before retreating into the Timber Owl’s train car with Zell in tow. Much as he would have liked to stay and try to comfort her, Squall knew that what she most needed now was the comforting presence of another female, not him, and not Zell.

I hope you sick perverts enjoyed that! Haha! I’m working on the D-District Prison, and Quistis and Selphie are up next. E-mail any and all comments, suggestions and criticism to me at foxygalz@gmail.com with the heading ‘Final Fantasy 8: Revisited’. An advance warning, I automatically delete e-mails with no headings.