Fran & Penelo Story 1 - The Excuse
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This story has sex, leather bondage (LOTS of it) & cute yuri fun. That said: Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy 12 characters or anything else, and I do not make any money from these writings.
Fran & Penelo Story 1 - The Excuse
Fran & Penelo - The Excuse (Part 1)
*WARNING: THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN LIGHT BONDAGE*
This story was originally posted by me over on DA, but I'm hoping to make AFF here my new base of full operations. I hope you enjoy, and please stop by my DA site to find where I usually am:
http://aidenke.deviantart.com/
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“It looks like they’re on their way…” Ashe mused, watching the three males in their party walk out of the landing bay and off into Archades.
“That just leaves us the problem of the two of you…” Fran added; her accent ringing sweetly as she closed the boarding ramp. While Basch, Vaan and Balthier would more than likely draw few questions from the guards stationed throughout the city, Ashe would be quickly recognized and detained even faster.
“What do you mean, ‘the two of us,’ Fran?” Penelo chirped, hopping up off of the ledge she had been perched on and walking over to the tall Viera. “I know that they’ll recognize Ashe, being who she is and all, but it’s not like I’m famous or anything.”
“This is true,” Fran allowed. “But hiding one person looks far too suspicious. It would cause too many questions that we would have difficulty finding answers for.”
“Besides, the last thing that we need from the Archadian Guard is more questions,” Ashe agreed, looking as resolute as ever as she walked past the other two women and towards the small living quarters in the back of the ship.
“Okay…” Penelo acquiesced, her shoulders hunching over as she followed Ashe and Fran to the cabin that was going to serve them for the next several hours. “But I’m still not quite sold on your ‘plan’ to keep us secret, Fran…” Ashe was already sitting in the sole chair in the cabin when Fran and Penelo entered the room. The cabin was barely decorated, as it rarely served its purpose of living quarters, but the three political refugees had come across a use for it.
“Now Fran,” Ashe started, “we agreed that simply stowing away would also be too suspicious, as the Guard tends to be very thorough in their searches of the docked ships. You said earlier that you had a different idea for, how did you put it…”
“Hiding us in plain sight?” Penelo quipped, sitting on the bed and looking back and forth from Ashe and Fran. “Which, I have to admit, sounds like it would be a little… difficult to pull off.”
“Well, I have had some preparation in matters such as these, being partners with a sky pirate,” Fran explained. “But first, Penelo, can you please go and wait outside? I must confer with Ashe for a moment before we proceed.”
“Alright,” Penelo sighed, standing up off the bed and heading out of the room. “I’ll be waiting up in the cockpit.”
“Thank you,” Fran said, sliding the door of the cabin closed behind her.
“Now you said that I might have a concern with a part of the plan?” Ashe asked as Fran walked across the room to sit facing her on the bed.
“It is my intent as to pass you off as servants of the master of this vessel,” Fran explained, her long ears flicking slightly.
“Well that doesn’t sound like anything that would possibly cause concern,” Ashe replied, arching a curious eyebrow.
“Indeed, but the trick is in the disguise of your identities. As public as your persona has been over the years, a simple change in wardrobe or costume would not be enough,” Fran continued. “We will need to have a reason to have you out in plain sight without being able to discern your facial features.”
“I would tend to agree,” Ashe nodded. “But how do you propose that we can accomplish this?’
“We would imply that you are being punished for indiscretion in your actions, and to accomplish this, we would have you bound and hooded here in the cabin,” Fran explained. “While the predicament itself may be slightly embarrassing, your identity would be…”
“Fully protected,” Ashe continued. “Besides, it would make for an excellent distraction for the guards themselves. I don’t know a man who would think twice about a punished servant’s identity.”
“How likely would it be for the exiled queen of Dalmasca to be the same girl they see bound in some cargo ship’s cabin?” Fran added, hammering her point home. “So you agree to the plan then?”
“I don’t see any reason not to,” Ashe replied with a resolute nod. “How exactly do you want to do this?”
“To start, I will need you to change your clothes into something more distracting,” Fran said, standing up and walking over to open a large cupboard.
“Very well,” Ashe replied, her face blushing a slight shade of red as she stepped out of her boots. “Do you think that you have enough materials here on the ship to be able to carry out this plan?”
“Indeed,” Fran replied, standing in front of a closet full of leather items. “Leatherworking is a honed craft for the Viera, and I practice what I can while Balthier and I are out in the greater world.”
Ashe stood to slide her miniskirt down her long, bared legs and looked over to see the now-opened cabinet. “It appears that you are in good practice,” Ashe quipped with a partial smile as she looked over what appeared to be hundreds of items carefully arranged in the wide cabinet. “Some of those clothes you have in there look very beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Fran replied with a smile. “Sometimes it is difficult to find the time to work, but perhaps today will be a good day to put them to use.” Pulling a hanger down from the rack, Fran took what looked like a short leather vest and draped it gently over her arm. “Would you mind trying a design of mine?”
“Sure,” Ashe replied, shedding her shirt before taking the vest from Fran. Sliding it over her shoulders, Ashe settled the material around her chest before drawing the laces tightly over her breasts. The leather fit snugly over her chest, pressing her breasts together to create a pleasing cleavage effect. “It’s very nice,” Ashe observed, running her hands over the leather now snug against her body.
“The skill only shows when it compliments the wearer,” Fran replied with a smile. “I am glad that it pleases you.” Ashe smiled in return as Fran nodded before turning back to the closet. “Perhaps we shall complete the set?”
“Of course,” Ashe agreed as Fran handed her a pair of shorts after she shed her underwear. Sliding them up her legs, she pulled them tight around her hips before tying off the laces just below her navel. “Well, I think that I may at least look the part of a servant girl,” Ashe said with a small grin as she watch Fran pull another item resembling a small bag out of the closet.
With a smile, Fran beckoned the now leather-clad Ashe over to the bed. “The good news is that with this outfit, no guard will be sparing a thought that such a girl could be an exiled queen.”
“Perhaps we have found a new weapon of distraction, then?” Ashe echoed with another grin as she watched Fran take a seat on the bed behind her.
“We shall have to remember it for if we have a need to keep a man’s attentions elsewhere,” Fran added. “But for this day, we have a few more additions to your wardrobe yet to come.”
“Is that the hood that you spoke of?” Ashe asked, looking at the leather item Fran held in her hands.
Undoing the laces, Fran lay the hood gently in her lap. “It is,” she replied with a nod. “Would you prefer to put it on now, or leave it until last?”
Ashe thought for a moment, and while she did, the boisterous sounds of voices echoed outside the ship, reminding her that the guard could come and ask to search the ship at any moment. “Perhaps it is best to put it on first,” she said, turning her head to look back at Fran. “You never know when they may arrive.”
“Very well,” Fran replied, holding the hood up in front of her. “Are you ready?”
Ashe looked at the hood curiously, preparing for what she hoped would be her first, short foray into captivity. The hood looked like it was tailored for a person’s face, with a few open panels for her nose, eyes and mouth. “I’m ready,” Ashe finally answered after a deep breath. Fran held the hood up and in front of Ashe, sliding it gently over the crown of her head. With a slight tug, the leather pulled down over Ashe’s face, settling over her features like a second skin.
*WARNING: THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN LIGHT BONDAGE*
This story was originally posted by me over on DA, but I'm hoping to make AFF here my new base of full operations. I hope you enjoy, and please stop by my DA site to find where I usually am:
http://aidenke.deviantart.com/
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“It looks like they’re on their way…” Ashe mused, watching the three males in their party walk out of the landing bay and off into Archades.
“That just leaves us the problem of the two of you…” Fran added; her accent ringing sweetly as she closed the boarding ramp. While Basch, Vaan and Balthier would more than likely draw few questions from the guards stationed throughout the city, Ashe would be quickly recognized and detained even faster.
“What do you mean, ‘the two of us,’ Fran?” Penelo chirped, hopping up off of the ledge she had been perched on and walking over to the tall Viera. “I know that they’ll recognize Ashe, being who she is and all, but it’s not like I’m famous or anything.”
“This is true,” Fran allowed. “But hiding one person looks far too suspicious. It would cause too many questions that we would have difficulty finding answers for.”
“Besides, the last thing that we need from the Archadian Guard is more questions,” Ashe agreed, looking as resolute as ever as she walked past the other two women and towards the small living quarters in the back of the ship.
“Okay…” Penelo acquiesced, her shoulders hunching over as she followed Ashe and Fran to the cabin that was going to serve them for the next several hours. “But I’m still not quite sold on your ‘plan’ to keep us secret, Fran…” Ashe was already sitting in the sole chair in the cabin when Fran and Penelo entered the room. The cabin was barely decorated, as it rarely served its purpose of living quarters, but the three political refugees had come across a use for it.
“Now Fran,” Ashe started, “we agreed that simply stowing away would also be too suspicious, as the Guard tends to be very thorough in their searches of the docked ships. You said earlier that you had a different idea for, how did you put it…”
“Hiding us in plain sight?” Penelo quipped, sitting on the bed and looking back and forth from Ashe and Fran. “Which, I have to admit, sounds like it would be a little… difficult to pull off.”
“Well, I have had some preparation in matters such as these, being partners with a sky pirate,” Fran explained. “But first, Penelo, can you please go and wait outside? I must confer with Ashe for a moment before we proceed.”
“Alright,” Penelo sighed, standing up off the bed and heading out of the room. “I’ll be waiting up in the cockpit.”
“Thank you,” Fran said, sliding the door of the cabin closed behind her.
“Now you said that I might have a concern with a part of the plan?” Ashe asked as Fran walked across the room to sit facing her on the bed.
“It is my intent as to pass you off as servants of the master of this vessel,” Fran explained, her long ears flicking slightly.
“Well that doesn’t sound like anything that would possibly cause concern,” Ashe replied, arching a curious eyebrow.
“Indeed, but the trick is in the disguise of your identities. As public as your persona has been over the years, a simple change in wardrobe or costume would not be enough,” Fran continued. “We will need to have a reason to have you out in plain sight without being able to discern your facial features.”
“I would tend to agree,” Ashe nodded. “But how do you propose that we can accomplish this?’
“We would imply that you are being punished for indiscretion in your actions, and to accomplish this, we would have you bound and hooded here in the cabin,” Fran explained. “While the predicament itself may be slightly embarrassing, your identity would be…”
“Fully protected,” Ashe continued. “Besides, it would make for an excellent distraction for the guards themselves. I don’t know a man who would think twice about a punished servant’s identity.”
“How likely would it be for the exiled queen of Dalmasca to be the same girl they see bound in some cargo ship’s cabin?” Fran added, hammering her point home. “So you agree to the plan then?”
“I don’t see any reason not to,” Ashe replied with a resolute nod. “How exactly do you want to do this?”
“To start, I will need you to change your clothes into something more distracting,” Fran said, standing up and walking over to open a large cupboard.
“Very well,” Ashe replied, her face blushing a slight shade of red as she stepped out of her boots. “Do you think that you have enough materials here on the ship to be able to carry out this plan?”
“Indeed,” Fran replied, standing in front of a closet full of leather items. “Leatherworking is a honed craft for the Viera, and I practice what I can while Balthier and I are out in the greater world.”
Ashe stood to slide her miniskirt down her long, bared legs and looked over to see the now-opened cabinet. “It appears that you are in good practice,” Ashe quipped with a partial smile as she looked over what appeared to be hundreds of items carefully arranged in the wide cabinet. “Some of those clothes you have in there look very beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Fran replied with a smile. “Sometimes it is difficult to find the time to work, but perhaps today will be a good day to put them to use.” Pulling a hanger down from the rack, Fran took what looked like a short leather vest and draped it gently over her arm. “Would you mind trying a design of mine?”
“Sure,” Ashe replied, shedding her shirt before taking the vest from Fran. Sliding it over her shoulders, Ashe settled the material around her chest before drawing the laces tightly over her breasts. The leather fit snugly over her chest, pressing her breasts together to create a pleasing cleavage effect. “It’s very nice,” Ashe observed, running her hands over the leather now snug against her body.
“The skill only shows when it compliments the wearer,” Fran replied with a smile. “I am glad that it pleases you.” Ashe smiled in return as Fran nodded before turning back to the closet. “Perhaps we shall complete the set?”
“Of course,” Ashe agreed as Fran handed her a pair of shorts after she shed her underwear. Sliding them up her legs, she pulled them tight around her hips before tying off the laces just below her navel. “Well, I think that I may at least look the part of a servant girl,” Ashe said with a small grin as she watch Fran pull another item resembling a small bag out of the closet.
With a smile, Fran beckoned the now leather-clad Ashe over to the bed. “The good news is that with this outfit, no guard will be sparing a thought that such a girl could be an exiled queen.”
“Perhaps we have found a new weapon of distraction, then?” Ashe echoed with another grin as she watched Fran take a seat on the bed behind her.
“We shall have to remember it for if we have a need to keep a man’s attentions elsewhere,” Fran added. “But for this day, we have a few more additions to your wardrobe yet to come.”
“Is that the hood that you spoke of?” Ashe asked, looking at the leather item Fran held in her hands.
Undoing the laces, Fran lay the hood gently in her lap. “It is,” she replied with a nod. “Would you prefer to put it on now, or leave it until last?”
Ashe thought for a moment, and while she did, the boisterous sounds of voices echoed outside the ship, reminding her that the guard could come and ask to search the ship at any moment. “Perhaps it is best to put it on first,” she said, turning her head to look back at Fran. “You never know when they may arrive.”
“Very well,” Fran replied, holding the hood up in front of her. “Are you ready?”
Ashe looked at the hood curiously, preparing for what she hoped would be her first, short foray into captivity. The hood looked like it was tailored for a person’s face, with a few open panels for her nose, eyes and mouth. “I’m ready,” Ashe finally answered after a deep breath. Fran held the hood up and in front of Ashe, sliding it gently over the crown of her head. With a slight tug, the leather pulled down over Ashe’s face, settling over her features like a second skin.