Wicked Witch

Author's Note: I learned something very valuable as I wrote this: the voice acting in FFX sucks. Well, not sucks, but let's just say that listening to it again all these years later, Lulu's voice doesn't make her at all as menacing as I remember her. Who knows, maybe that's only because of how FFX-2 practically went out of its way to ruin her. One last note: this isn't a hate fic. I like all the FFX characters.

A life in Spira came with many mysteries. Sin. Aeons. Pyreflies.

And Lulu.

She looked ridiculous and regal. Regal, from the fine fabrics woven and belts buckled on the garment that impossibly held her bosom at bay in its fur lining. Ridiculous, from the sweltering heat, the mid-day sun shining through the leaves of Kilika's forests. She refused to strip down her attire, covered head to toe in the darkest colors. Despite the sun's rays soaking into the cloth, she remarkably showed not a drop of sweat on her brow or chest, necklace rising with it as she breathed deep. A single blink of her eyes pulled her thoughts back in time, to when they set out for a revisit of this island's forests, temple, culture... or what passed for it.

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"How the hell can that woman walk around in this weather wearing something like that? Wouldn't it be better for business if she took it all off?"

Gossip. That's all that followed her. Gossip. Since the growth spurt that gave her such majestic cleavage, she had heard her peers and mentors talk about her in whispers they failed, sometimes purposely, to conceal. She was a legend back home. Or rather, her breasts were. Every dark, depraved fantasy centered on her, an overnight dominatrix. The truth hardly mattered; it was the tale, the thrill of a well-endowed skank in their midst that made such words follow her path.

The men sounded more like teenage boys as they spoke.

"Nah, that's how the top-notch prostitutes get ya. One minute you're wondering what's hiding behind those belts, the next, you're shoving 50 gil between her legs. It's the ones like that blonde Al Bhed over there you need to watch out for; they'd lay anything for one gil."

"That makes sense... but isn't she hot in that? It's all black!"

"You mean you don't know?" The new speaker to their group drew a brief glance from Lulu, for once distracting her from her trek for supplies as she listened in. "My friend moved down to Besaid last year. The first letter he sent me was about a frigid bitch named Lulu. A couple months ago, he found out why. You know what happens when a black magic spell backfires, right?"

"Uhh... no. Can't say that I do..."

The man smirked, the hook of a question opening their full attention to what he had to say next. "One night, a client paid her to use some ice magic to make things a little more kinky. She cast the spell on herself. Then something went wrong. The next thing she knew, her entire pussy was iced over, and not even her strongest Fire spell could melt it."

"You mean-"

"Yep. It may be the hottest day of the year for us, but to her it's like any other day. It's not so bad for her. My friend said she's well-known for giving blowjobs at a discount because she uses the sperm to style her hair, and she's always in a foul mood after a night of anal."

"I'm not surprised. She has the lips for it. Come to think of it, no wonder she crinkles her nose every time she breathes out; I bet it would take her days to wash the taste and smell from her mouth."

"Oh, she secretly loves it. Everything she does is an act. Every night, she takes her summoner and-"

"Hey, guys," the third man out spoke up. "...She's staring at us."

Her exposed red eye set on them, their voices muted by the twinkle in her glare. The cruelty of idiots hardly phased her anymore... until they pulled sweet little Yuna into their games. They seemed to sputter as she turned and stepped toward them, these men clearly understanding that a woman who supposedly had the power to freeze her own crotch could easily turn that gift on them.

"I can assure you that Yuna has done nothing that would interest malicious perverts like yourselves. As for me...," a rare smirk crept on her purple lips as her sharp, dark tone cut through them. "Three men. Three basic elements of magic. How about you? Would you like to know what it feels like to have a real fire crotch?"

The paralytic hold her strong aura had on them gave out as her intimidation pushed them into flight mode, each man taking off in his own direction.

~~~

"Hmm?" In the time she spent in a haze of memory, Lulu's mind had wandered from the here and now. She returned to a sight she thought impossible after their long travel. Rikku. Wakka. Tidus. Even the legendary Guardian Auron lay unconscious on the ground as Killer Bees, a lizardly Dinonix and a few of its kin crawled past them toward Yuna. She rushed to the front fast as her legs could take her, hand held high as she prepared her Overdrive.

"Yuna! Run!"

Lulu charged the attack, watching her summoner open her arms to summon an Aeon to her aid.

Typical Yuna. It was her last resort. White magic locked itself away, magical energies devoted to the task of maintaining and commanding her summon. The Guardians, devoted though they were, knew the risk behind trying to fight alongside one of these creatures. Countless tales of unfortunate slaughter by confused Aeons made all but Tidus aware that only the summoner herself was safe from its wrath during battle.

Which made Lulu's position... unfortunate. She stood mere inches away as four green orbs of light appeared near Yuna's feet and floated higher. Their disappearance, the light of the pyreflies, marked the Aeon's coming. White trails of wind and a small snowfall revealed Yuna's choice, an obvious one given their enemies. A chill ran up Lulu's back as the temperature dropped around them, watching for a large chunk of ice to fall that would accompany Shiva's arrival. She felt the block pierce through solid earth, shaking the ground beneath her feet... from behind her.

"Pyreflies?" Lulu's wonder as they floated around her changed to masked worry when the single touch of a pyrefly's light made her free arm cross her raised one before her chest. Her head drooped downward, head shown between her hands as her posture shifted to a full stand. She could feel something changing... something creeping up her spine. The beating of her cold, dead heart stopped in her chest as frosty air jetted between her purple lips.

"Lulu? I don't..." Yuna, with sense enough to back away from the oncoming horde, witnessed the spectacle from front to back. She watched as her Guardian, her 'older sister', lifted off the ground.

Ice glazed over the black mage's closed eyes, streaks of blue forming in raven black hair as Lulu's braids extended. The rough whip of its tips against her ass in the summoning wind left blue marks that spread, creeping between her cheeks. The chill of ice subsided as she felt each buttock weighed down by its own massive icicle. Her nails sharpened, extended, tinted blue as her dress froze and shattered to reveal her naked form. Each dark pube was finely coated in separate and distinct majesty. Against all odds, her bosom sagged and swayed softly within the branching strings of ice that stopped in a circle at her aureoles, her frosty nipples the same dark purple as both pairs of puffed lips. Hands to elbows, feet to knees, chin to cleavage and the valley between, all changed to light blue. Her eyes and the slab behind her at last burst open, revealing the glow of a frost queen.

"Lulu! Lulu, what happened to you?" Yuna cried, trying to make sense of the new sight.

She reflected on the world with cold calculation, noting the little traits about herself she refused to admit until this moment. Her social self-censor shut down, and her head turned to look back as she answered. "Stop whimpering, it makes you sound like a scared little girl."

"But your body!"

"Why are you so surprised? You should be happy that I'm showing everyone what lies in my heart."

"I know this isn't you! We grew up together. We-"

Lulu growled, "Enough. You can live in denial if you want, but I'm not going to argue with a hopeless idiot who won't accept what she can see with her own eyes."

"Lulu..." Yuna whimpered, the fight forgotten as she compared the loving Lulu she always knew and the one that floated there, hurling insult after insult in chilly gasps.

"We've wasted too much time," Lulu spat. "The shock of my transformation won't last long. I must attack before they do. Shove your staff inside my ass and command me."

"Wh-what?!"

With a heavy, agitated sigh, she explained, "And you call yourself a summoner. At this rate, you'll die before Lady Ginnem. When you performed your summon so close to me, the pyreflies recognized something inside me and altered me for your needs instead of calling on Shiva. Perhaps they mistook one cold-hearted bitch for another. Perhaps they sensed that Shiva's a pathetic poser skank and crowned me the new queen of frigid cunts. I really don't know how it happened and it doesn't matter."

"But I-"

"What does matter is, I need access to my new powers to protect you. Your staff and the power you give it is the key. If you want us to live through this battle, shove it in as deep as you can."

"This is too much. I can't do that. I could never do that to you. You're my-"

"Stop being so worthless and do something to protect yourself for once," Lulu's nails chipped their way into the icicles, parting her cheeks wide in demand.

"I-"

"DO IT!" The authority in her voice brought pressure, enough to push the little girl to do exactly what she needed. A grunt puffed from Lulu's lips when it slammed inside her. She clenched, and the large shards in her hands glowed a brilliant crystal blue as she milked the staff of its essence. Throbbing, throbbing, throbbing, the pulse brought such pleasure that a slim layer of slickness formed on her sex that froze and cracked in seconds. Groaning, shivering from its power, her hands returned to her chest, to her nipples hard and rough as diamond dust from the bitter, cold burn. She gasped when the summoner pulled it out in one quick tug.

"Oh... I just...," Yuna stammered, "I'm so sorry."

"Don't apologize for being smart for once," Lulu chided. "Tell me what to do."

"Umm... attack with your strongest Ice attack."

"It would be wise of you to stay back." Nodding, Lulu felt Yuna's presence move out of range and began the long, sensual process that she already knew would make her sexually repressed summoner cringe.

Her fingers traced the icy cup that framed her aureoles. Small stress fractures showed the burden of her legendary bust, repaired like a healing tap as her nails dipped in. A harsh twist of each nipple sent her body into erotic trembles, the tiniest movements exuding the bliss of unlocking her deepest secrets. Longer and firmer, they stretched out when she tugged and thinned when she pinched, rougher treatment bringing darker pleasures. It was in the middle of all this that she heard the whiny voice speak out again.

"Eww, I can't watch."

"You must. I need your guidance to attack. You know what happens when an Aeon loses control."

"You're not an Aeon! Stop acting like this isn't a big deal."

"Ohhhh," Lulu grumbled low, the icicle taking its first few inches through her widening channel as it began to form. "It's not. You told me to use my strongest Ice attack. How else do you expect me to harness the power of my freezing pussy?"

"I didn't think that meant I had to watch you masturbate!"

"I'm not going to masturbate," Lulu muttered, then with words so empty and cold that it felt like she'd plunged a dagger into her master's heart, she added, "you are."

Yuna paled. "H-hey now, this is going too far. Stop the attack, we're running away."

"And leave the others here to die? That's not the Yuna I know. It's too late anyway. You're my master now. Don't whine about it, you are. I can feel everything you feel, and I need you to bring me to orgasm."

"There has to be some other way!"

"Yuna, this is the only way. Quit being so shy. Are you so naive that you thought all of Besaid couldn't hear you in bed every night?"

White to red, Yuna's face became a wild blush. It wasn't just the revelation. No, it was how bluntly Lulu said it, saying in so few words what 'big sister' thought of her. Alone, loveless, a virgin destined to spend every night of her life making up for a lack of romance by playing with herself under the sheets. Faced with this thought and impending death, she found herself moving to do precisely what her 'big sister' so heartlessly suggested. Her knees bent, her long blue skirt hiking up. Her legs spread, unveiling the lightly hairy mound nestled between her thighs.

"Ugh... I can't believe I'm actually doing something so... wrong," Yuna's last words before her fingers dove inside her petite folds. Wandering eyes of hers that had at first settled on her netherlips returned to Lulu at the call of her name.

"Don't waste your time on those pathetic things you call breasts," Lulu warned. "They're not big enough for anything you do with them to matter."

"Y-yes," Yuna trembled.

"Keep your eyes on me. Watch me. Think of how it would feel to be me. The stronger our connection, the faster this will go," it seemed her 'innocent' little summoner girl was finally starting to learn; she had hardly finished saying that before her loins quaked and she felt the cold shaft push forth, its sharp tip gleaming in full view. "MMMmmm... good, I'm almost there."

"I... I am too...," Yuna huffed, her entire body turning pink while her face glowed crimson at the thought of what she'd just revealed: the weakness of her libido. Inexperienced with anything other than her hands, the slightest teasing manipulations already had her near orgasm. Already, in five seconds, she was about to lose her hold, with sweat running down her chest and juices running down her legs. Her eyes fluttered, fixed straight on as her own hard work worsened the gross spectacle of Lulu playing with herself to overwhelming pleasure.

"Perhaps... you're not so bad...," in a rare moment, Lulu praised. "A whore like Dona would have taken too long. All you need to do is touch yourself. I think I.. I... HNNGH!"

Her teeth clenched tight, and a grunt and grit through it helped her withstand the pressure. Yuna's yelp told her everything her body already knew. Floating back, Lulu opened up and steadied herself as she took aim at the first Dinonix. It jumped. She fired. Cold. So very cold. Her pussy tingled warmer than it ever had in her life as her orgasm shot the first icicle through her channel, every frozen pube on her sex shattering to the ground from its force. Residual frost expanded, moaning as the branching veins of ice on her tits turned into small cups.

"OOOHHH... don't stop Yuna, make me cum again!"

"R-right!" she unexpectedly caught herself sounding off chirpy, the humiliation of her quick arousal and loss forgotten as her legs shook. Her skirt soaked, over and over, each time having to witness the awful display of Lulu launching another attack at the beasts. As the last one dropped dead, Yuna slumped forward, eyelids drooping. Her 'big sister' hovered silently, victorious, as Yuna lost consciousness.

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"It's so hot out here, if only we had some-" the man perked up at what he saw, "ice! It's Summoner Yuna, and isn't that Shiva behind her?"

"Let's hurry before she enters the temple," the pair of Kilika men rushed after, the sparkling cool air in Shiva's wake fueling their pursuit. "Hey, Summoner Yuna! It's so hot out, do you think Shiva could make some ice for us?"

They stood anxious, eyes first falling on the sweet visage of High Summoner Braska's daughter, then jumping over to her summon. Their expressions showed the range of their thoughts, from hope to disappointment to at last surprise, as they each discovered in their own way who floated before them instead of the great summon known as Shiva.

"Y-you're Lulu from Besaid! The stories were true. They weren't even exaggerating. Your pussy, it's..." the man's eyes took her in, head to toe, a strange marvel of sex and ice. Both breasts were prisoners in unmelting ice, her nipples turned into ice-capped tips sharper than any finely crafted rapier. Her sex held a worse fate, encased in thick sheets of her own frozen juices that held like one half of a bikini bottom. Distinct nail marks showed the effort taken to rip off the small icicle hanging down between from between her legs, a clear failure by its persistence.

"Excuse me," Yuna said. "If you don't need anything, we must enter the temple."

"It's too bad you didn't freeze completely," one of them said. "If you had, the people of Besaid could have put you on display."

The other one added, "You're right, it would be so much easier for them to keep their women from turning into whores if they had her around to remind them what can happen."

A scowl crossed Lulu's purple lips. "It's not wise to provoke a woman that can shoot icicles from her crotch. Would you like to see-"

"Lulu! We have to leave."

Lulu's frosty brow creased at the command to retreat. "Hmph. Fine. They can go... for now. You better not be here after I've been fucked up the ass by Ifrit."

"That's right," one mocked as she turned. "Obey your master like a good bitch."

Lulu hovered after Yuna in silence, eager to return their 'kindness' threefold once she gained her freedom.