Final Fantasy IV - Daughter of Invention

Author's Note: You know who nobody remembers? Cid's daughter, that's who nobody remembers! She's so sadly forgotten that she doesn't even get a mention in the shitty "sequel" to FF4 (I refuse to accept it as part of FF4 continuity), she's nowhere to be found while Luca essentially takes her place as Cid's daughter. It's perfectly understandable though, you can miss talking to her just as easily as Rosa's mother, and she doesn't even get her own name (much like Yang's wife). Anyway, this is a fun silly quickie NOT representative of what they'd be like in the game, that will hopefully help me get at least one of my many other in-progress fics done soon. How little information we have of these characters' personalities anyway helps to just let ideas go wherever. Plus knowing nobody gives a damn because it's not Rydia helps loosen inhibitions. :P

Cid's daughter stood in the one-room house. Books about buoyancy and ship design filled the shelves along the long wall, two bookcases to each side of their roaring fireplace. In these days, confined to the solitude of her home, she watched the door in case some random asshole came in looking for potions and money stashes to steal. It would be so easy to walk over and lock the door with a single reassuring click. The wooden creak as a familiar face entered the house reminded her why she kept her doors open. The dirty little secret fueling her otherwise boring, listless days approached with a head of purple ponytailed hair and a simple matronly dress.

"Yang's wife!" Cid's daughter exclaimed. "What a pleasant surprise. How does your pussy feel after using my last invention?"

"You're such a vulgar woman." Yang's wife affectionately smiled. "It feels like all the problems from last time were fixed, my pubic hair is even growing back fuller than ever, there's just one problem."

"Oh? What's that?" Cid's daughter asked.

Yang's wife's smile transformed into a devious smirk. She answered, "It's not strong enough. Yang was only laid up in bed for a day after we had sex, I need something strong enough that I'll be nursing him back to health for at least a week."

"Did you do that little thing with the frying pan?" Cid's daughter asked, as if she didn't already know the answer.

"When do I NOT use the frying pan?"

"That's true, you're never seen without it." Cid's daughter looked at the black cookware gripped in Yang's wife's hand. "If you promise not to hit me in the head like last time, I'll work out the last kinks for you."

"I make no promises."

"Hmph. Fine, but see if I go easy on you." Cid's daughter pouted. "You know the drill. Lift your dress!"

Yang's wife lowered her hands to the bottom of her long skirt and lifted to her chest. She stood as an awkward flasher for the inventress, Cid's daughter's locks orange as her father's beard disappearing under the raised skirtline. She nervously fidgeted, and when she felt one of Cid's daughter's probing fingers, she couldn't help her reaction.

"Whoa!" Cid's daughter cried as she backed away. The flames' heat whipped in her face until they receded back into the smoking pit from whence they came. "Yang's wife, give me a little warning that the anti-rape device is on next time!"

"Sorry, I forgot."

Cid's daughter toggled the switch below Yang's wife's bellybutton. "Now let's see what we can do about that-"

WHUMP!

"OW!" Cid's daughter's head ricocheted back with the force of cold steel smacking her square in the face. She wiped away her nosebleed. "What the hell! I told you not to hit me in the head."

"I told you I make no promises! Besides, it's your invention, not mine."

Cid's daughter growled as she pushed the second line of anti-rape defense, the spring-loaded frying pan, back into place against Yang's wife's ass and latched it into safety. At last, she got to look at her handiwork. Yang's wife's purple pubes streamed over the front of her pussy like a head of hair around the dragon's horns of metal rimming their sides. Magical prongs stuck out around her vulva like teeth, as a mustache of wires snaked inside. She reached over to her toolkit for her test insertion and checked its properties before the next phase. The sturdy wooden casing, long and thick as a bottleneck, held tight around the filled water balloon at its center with a firm squeeze.

"Okay, here we go," Cid's daughter warned. She slowly eased the object into Yang's wife's loins, pushing closer to the five inch limit. When she hit the mark, it happened. The prongs sparked with electricity and her pussy clamped down hard on the invading pseudo-phallus. The pop and splash of water joined a painful tearing splinter of wood.

"NNNNH!" Yang's wife fought back her moans like the upper crust Fabulian lady expected in her, hips gyrating around the object as her pussy milked for what it craved in an instant onset of red, wet arousal. Even with the looseness of her dress, her nipples showed large against the front.

As the invention released its prey, Yang's wife drew into heavy tired panting. The sound of tubes sucking up water from the burst phallus filled the room, successfully filtering deep into Yang's wife's womb while Cid's daughter retrieved the abused testing rod from the wife's hungry lovenest.

"Dear god. Yang's wife, LOOK at the damage!" Cid's daughter held the rod just above Yang's wife's skirtline, showing off the long nasty crack running from end to end. "Do you really think you need an upgrade? Anything stronger and you might rip his dick off."

"You don't know my husband like I do," Yang's wife reflecting in longing sigh. "He's not a wimp like most men out there, he's trained long and hard and he has a body that can take all kinds of punishment. He's like a crouching tiger in bed when he really gets going on my hidden dragon."

Cid's daughter laughed softly. "Crouching tiger and hidden dragon, eh? Sounds like a flashy martial arts display, not pornographic nicknames for the king and queen of Fabul. Then again, I only have myself to blame for the name I gave this invention."

Cid's daughter made short work of the upgrades. A twist of the screwdriver here, a bang of the hammer there, the process went smoothly despite the occasional minigasm or jet of fire. She bristled with the thrill of achievement as she leaned back and stood.

"There you go!" Cid's daughter proclaimed. "The Dragon's Maw is ready for action and fiercer than ever, dragon lady."

Yang's wife smiled, rubbing her belly. "Finally, now I'm certain to bear a child after a nice long workout with my husband."

"A child birthed from the womb of Dragon's Maw, you say? What do you know, thanks to my invention your son will be a part of the Mysidian Legend!" Cid's daughter giggled behind a hand to her lips.

"Oh behave yourself," Yang's wife said. "I swear, you have some of the most perverted thoughts I've heard from a noble lady. No wonder you don't want your father to know what his little girl does in her spare time."

Cid's daughter went undaunted by the remark, teasing the good wife. "Say whatever you want about me, but make sure you don't go shooting THAT mouth off to anyone." She pointed to the wife's dripping sex. "It could be a little deadly."

"Hey, I'll shoot it off to anyone I want, thank you very much." A few quick tweaks under her skirt released the safeties on her anti-rape defenses. Dropping her skirt, Yang's wife turned toward the door, took a few steps and looked back at the inventress. "Same time next week?"

"You bet! Now get out of here, I have another appointment soon."