Final Fantasy Potpourri

4:55am

Quistis writhed in her bed, covered in cold sweat. Her dream had assaulted her again on this stormy night, as it had many times in recent weeks. She experienced her dream almost as reality:

The battle-hardened 17 year old girl was passing through the forest just outside of Balamb, returning with Seifer from the fire cavern after the latter failed his exam. He’d simply not given himself enough time to finish, and was pleading with Quistis to keep the events of that day a secret.

“C’mon babe,” he said, trying the flirtatious angle and catching her wrist in his hand, “nobody needs to know. You can always say we were sidetracked by some monsters." He drew to a halt and pulled her towards him.

The girl tried to push him away, her small yet sinewy hands pressing on his hard chest. “Seifer, what the /fuck/ are you doing?”

The girl’s eyes dialated and her face flushed as she was overcome with panic. She was no match for Seifer’s brute strength, and she was powerless to escape his grasp. “Please, no, I’m not interested,” she gasped as he nibbled her ear.

“liar!” he growled in her ear. The rich sounds of his voice and the hot breath on her ear sent tingles down Quistis' spine. He backed her up to a slender tree trunk and pressed himself against her. He held one of her arms over her head, relieved her of her whip with the other. “you know you’ve always wanted it!” He proceeded to tie her hands to the tree over her head.

Quistis was mortified, shocked and confused as her heart throbbed. She hoped that it was only her fear, heart rate and breathing that was causing her virgin honeypot to start dripping. "NO," she squealed. The young man already had one hand up her skirt, and was fingering her pussy through her satin panties. "I'm not interested, I'm not even attracted to you! Stop that!"

“Liar!” Seifer cried victoriously as he tore her underwear away. He assaulted her pussy with a roughly gloved hand, spreading her lips with his fingers and teasing her swollen clitoris. The girl’s body shuddered in pleasure despite her mind’s protestations. “See? You’re completely wet!” He squeezed her labia roughly, while his other hand found its way to her breasts. After a moment he turned away, and smacked her brutally across the face.

The girl’s voice trembled in one final verbal retort. “I thought you wanted to fuck me, not beat the shit out of me!” she managed as she began to sob angrily as tears began to flow down her soft cheeks. She fell to her knees. "What the hell am I thinking," she thought silently.

Seifer seemed amused by her statement as he removed his trousers. His meat sprang to attention instantly. "I'll bet you fucked Squall," he said, pushing her roughly to the ground. He forced his way between her legs, and began to rub his cock against the girl's dripping cunt.

Quistis wanted to scream, wanted to throw him off her, wanted to strike him down with her whip. But this was a dream, and she was not in control. Her legs relaxed and her pussy dripped welcomingly for Seifer's cock. She convulsed in emotional agony and physical bliss as the man's cock tore into her virgin body. Seifer thrust viciously deep within her...

Then she awoke.

Revulsion flowed over her when she noticed that once again, just like every other time she dreamed this horrible dream, that her right hand was wet from masturbating in her sleep. "Fuck," she muttered. "Fuck this, I'm going for a walk."

Minutes later, she was fully clothed, freshly showered, and strolling through Balamb Garden... straight to the training facility.