Dorm Daze

Dorm Daze – A FF8 Lemon

I do not own FF8, any Final Fantasy names (IE. any affiliated characters or concepts) they all belong to Square-Enix or whatever they call themselves these days, I am making no profit off of this... This is made with but the intentions of masturbation material, and if you are to wank to this, you do me a great honor, is that not a noble effort?

{Dorm 207, room B}

Today, Fujin decided, was not a good day. She sat on her small cot in her Garden Cadet dorm room on this sunny day, the kind of day where the birds sang a little sweeter, the sun shone a little brighter and the world was in such a state of peace at that very moment that one would be led to believe that the mercenary unit known as Balamb Garden would be out of business in just a few months.

'Yeah, right... as if peace lasts longer than a month' Fujin thought darkly as she closed her blinds to the outside world.

Fujin could indeed be considered odd by many, even in an academy that trains people to kill other people for cold, hard, cash. She was albino, her pale skin and silver-white hair marking her in any crowd (Unless it was indy-rock night at a seedy neighborhood in Galbadia, but I digress), another defining feature was her ever present eye patch, which generally proved to be a dilemma for her vanity when she was younger. As she always tried to account for the patch by growing a hair bang over it... after a few embarrassing moments during her SeeD training because of her longer hair she finally opted to cut it short and rid herself of her pesky vanity. Occasionally picking on younger female - and sometimes androgynous male - cadets for the impracticality of their hair styles. Though secretly she envied them... but would she ever admit that?

"Hell no..." Fujin scoffed quietly to herself... as though afraid someone would hear her.

Well... someone MIGHT have been able to hear her... her dorm-mate, in particular - had her roommate not had her happy preppy-neo-punk music blasting at a soothing 'billion-and-eight' decibels. It was too early in the morning, let alone on an off-day, to be blasting music that loud, in Fujin's educated opinion. Though maybe the pale woman's opinion was slightly skewed due to her intense dislike for said dorm-mate.

'First she nearly lights our dorm on fire making waffles, then she uses up all the hot water in the shower,' Fujin fumed quietly, 'now she feels the need to pollute my brain with... whatever that is!'

The albino lady huffed and threw her damp towel at the wall adjacent her cot in frustration, where it met with only a dull 'thud'... a few moments later the stereo blasting the catchy pop song got turned up even louder in response, drawing an aggravated huff from the silver-haired cadet. Fujin gingerly picked herself up off her cot mattress and leaned over to pick up the towel so she could finish drying herself off after her chilled shower, cool droplets of water beaded off her hair to land on her breasts, the cool contact of water and hair without the moisture and humidity of the shower post-water hogging roommate made her pale pink nipples stand up proudly and firmly under the low-cost fluorescent lighting that every dorm was equipped with.

Fujin focused on a droplet that had worked its way down between her breasts with a vacant sort of attention, usually reserved for days of boring revision classes and procedural classes which she'd already taken... the droplet led a quick path down her semi-toned abdomen and past her navel, the mental focus of the water across her skin causing her flesh to goose-bump and shiver mildly. Finally the droplet had made it's way past her waist to her completely shaved pubic area before dropping off onto the indistinct beige carpet... creating a almost completely unnoticeable black mark on the carpet which would no doubt be non-existent in just a few moments.

She refocuses her attention to another droplet... before blanking out to ponder her current situation for what seemed like the millionth time within the last month.

The sorceress war had ended the better part of a year ago, heroes were revered. villains were dead, imprisoned or MIA and all was right with the world, much like today, right down to the fact that despite the vast majority of the populace is rather happy, there are still those that suffered. Well, maybe suffered isn't the best word to use, let's go with squandered. The Posse, a collective of Seifer, the late-sorceress' knight, Raijin - Fujin's rumored brother... which was false - and Fujin. All three were on the losing side of the conflict, and loathed as villains, despite the fact that all three Gardens tried to downplay the role that Fujin and Raijin played in the conflict, almost everywhere they went they were met with hostile glances.

The trio eventually ended up in FH, working at a little bar along the outer ridge of the technical marvel/eyesore, with Fujin taking the skeleton shift at the seedy little joint due to being greatly effected by the sun due to her fair complexion. Occasionally the three would get a small monster hunting job from a merchant who was being hassled by monsters that the spineless mayor refused to take care of. The three lived day-to-day in some shitty little two bedroom flat, with Raijin taking the living room futon instead of a bedroom because... well... because he lost the game of shot-for-shot that it was contested for. Although it took several months for the bruising on the albino girl's left shoulder to go away after that hard won victory.

For eleven months the posse remained in FH, living a basically meaningless existence and just trying to live out their life, it felt like a lie to them, especially Seifer, a man so driven by ambition that the stubborn bastard gave in to being nothing more than a lackey for a mystical time-hopping sorceress with a god-complex.

The idea for them to come back to the Garden was definitely short sighted... who the hell really would've thought they'd have let any of them back in? Seifer had taken more lives than the Centra influenza in the span of six months and both Fujin and Raijin had stuck up for him as bodyguards.

The idea to head back had come after a night of heavy drinking, as all bad ideas are wont to do. It had been Raijin's nineteenth and Seifer and Fujin had signed off the day at work... only to head into the very same bar on their day off with Raijin in tow to get absolutely shit-faced drunk.

After three hours Fujin had realized they had skipped the 'shit-faced' step and gone instead for: 'Fucked-in-Half'. some forty odd bottles of cheap Balamb Import Ale, Seifer and Raijin did two body shots each off the girl covering Fujin's shift, Nikal - if Fujin's memory served her right - and Fujin, being as drunk as she was did one off of Nikal too! Much to the delight of the horned-up fifty-somethings around the bar. a bottle and a half of Timber fifty-proof whiskey and all three members of the posse were two steps away from blackout drunk.

"I know yewww guys" came a statement that chilled all three of them to the bone.

The three members of the posse turned to face the voice simultaneously... almost in an old western movie fashion to find that the voice belonged to one of nine men, all drunk, their posture, buzz cuts and ruler straight pant creases marked them as one thing: military. A few more seconds as all three members of the posse attempted to focus on the insignia on the chest of the man closest to them, when they finally realized whose insignia it was they let out a collective groan: Galbadian Military,

The ensuing tough-guy military power-pissing diatribe that exited the ringleaders' mouth wasn't notably memorable, nor was the chorus of agreements from his drunken compatriots, the thing that kicked off the fist fight however occurred when one of the said morons finally got it through his beer-fuddled mind to put names to faces and vice-versa, he stabbed his finger into Seifer's chest... and Raijin's... when he got to Fujin however he full-on groped her breast. It took several extra seconds for the un-oiled cogs of the albino girl's drunken mind to catch up to what was happening, but when it finally kick started, it was on.

Now three against nine may seem unfair to most, especially in a drunken bar-brawl, but on the opposite spectrum of the numbers game one must realize that between the fact that all three members of the Posse had much lauded training at the premier military academy in the world, combined with the fact that they had fought side by side since before puberty, and you'd realize it was hardly a fair fight.

Between the chaos and booze Fujin recalled the more memorable moments to the melee that ensued the Galbadian ensign's short-sighted copped-feel: Seifer breaking a pool cue over one man's head, or Raijin making use of his brute strength and not only lifting a grown men off his feet, but putting the said grown man THROUGH a pinball machine. Fujin's personal highlight of that night involved quickly swiping a drink tray off the bar and Frisbee it clear across to bar into the face of the first loudmouth whom was sneaking up behind Seifer... unfortunately not having the greatest judgment nor reflexes - let alone depth perception while being drunk and only having the use of one eye - the tray also ricochet and caught an innocent patron or two... or three... in the head.

When the smoke cleared the posse was standing tall over the battle of the FH area 'Big Ted's Pub' battle, the enemy had been decimated, unfortunately, so had the entire bar, and Big Ted well... he fired the three of them on the spot! Quite a capper on Raijin's birthday celebrations. With that the Posse left the bar to head home - naturally not paying the tab, as no doubt Big Ted was taking their final paychecks to pay for the damages to his estate - halfway along the trip though all three of them were in high spirits.

They could still go into battle with the type of gusto they had over a year ago, before the stuff with Ultimecia had even begun! With that, a drunken Seifer convinced the rest of his drunken posse that after their drunken bar brawl they still had what it took to be SeeD! That they shouldn't waste their Hyne-given talents in FH, doing bar-work! A quick drunken visit to the Garden recruitment office on the outskirts of Fisherman's Horizon landed all three members in a holding cell... until three days later when Balamb Garden had finally shown up to claim its "Wayward Children".

Fujin finally tuned back into reality with a scoff '"Wayward Children", Edea reads way to many sappy novels for a lady that helps run a military academy.' the woman remarked in her head at the thought of Edea's near plea bargain to get Seifer back into the Garden.

She was certain Edea just wanted her ex-knight out of harms' way, the fact that both she and Raijin her re-instituted was just a side-effect... happenstance, if one were to look on the bright side of it. Ah well, Edea had never bothered to get along nor butt heads with her and Raijin always around Seifer, not even when she was possessed by Ultimecia. The crimson eyed lady sighed, she'd prefer to keep it that way, sorceresses and ex-sorceresses really didn't serve her well in life, best to just leave them alone and have them leave you alone.

Their acceptance back into Garden wasn't really contested, Cid dotted on his wife, especially after finally getting her back after the sorceresses control over her and he'd agree to just about everything short of slaughtering infants for Hyne sacrifices to make her happy. The commander-in-chief Squall however demanded special rules be put in place and enforced for the trio to be allowed back in. They had to take prerequisite tests, which they had two months to prepare and train for, meaning that all three of the posse had to re-learn a lot of stuff that they'd already went over. If any of the three of them were caught breaking even an insubstantial rule they would be subjected to stiff punishment, meaning no smoking, drinking, drugs... hell, not even contraband such as inappropriate magazines were allowed. Also, all three of them would be put into separate dorms, with a fully trained SeeD as their dorm-mates... dorm-mates that would be the be-all, end-all god of their universe until such time as they were deemed fit by Squall and the teachers' faculty to resume their SeeD training...

Once again Fujin shivered and came back to her senses to find herself still very wet, and still very naked, she quickly tried to pat dry the damper areas, including her belly, which she noticed grimly had gained just an ounce or two of fat, just a little bit of a pudge to her stomach, and groaned at the thought of having to work to get back to her perfectly sculpted form. Especially considering the beer-weight was next to impossible to get rid of. The stoic woman bent her head slightly to towel off the back of her skull and shake her head as though to shake some fresh air to the roots of her hair and dispel any more distracting thoughts. It wasn't like her to be so thoughtful... especially not when it didn't really matter now. A student/prisoner in Balamb Garden, a place where everyone hated her and she's forced to bend to the law of her dorm-mate slash SeeD: One Selphie Tilmitt.

The very thought of the name brought a growl out of Fujin's throat as the music from next door once again drilled its way into her brain. She walked back over to the edge of her bed and sat down, the comforter puffing out underneath and in between her naked bottom and thighs. The feel of cotton brushing up on her vaginal area caused a spark to shoot through the young woman and Fujin took in a sharp breath. Her one uncovered eye widening as a torrent of hormones threatened to take control.

'Of course!' Fujin mentally kicked herself, 'No wonder I've got so much on my mind, I haven't taken a moment to relax myself or find any sort of release since I got back here!'

She may have been stoic and seen as the ultimate soldier barring her alliance with Seifer, but she was human too, dammit! A healthy one too! She hadn't climaxed in nearly a month by her own hand... who knew how long it had been at the hands of a man. She bit her lip hesitantly... was that really the issue here, of why she was looking too much into things? With that she tentatively ground her crotch into her comforter and saw sparks.

Yep, that had to be it.

The silver maned woman cast an apprehensive look towards the door despite still slowly grinding her pussy downwards onto the mattress, as though the dry humping of her cot would help her make a decision more easily, even as primal pleasure began to cloud her mind.

She was required by the rules set by Squall to leave her dorm door unlocked for her SeeD 'Handler'. It wouldn't do to be caught red handed by the biggest gossip in Balamb with her finger knuckle deep into her pussy. She'd never hear the end of it nor live it down... but... oh... the burning sensation in her stomach...

'O-ok... calm down Fuu... you need to relax... you can ignore this, I mean, you can't be so turned on that you can't wait until later right?' Fujin tried to reason with the problem-solving portion of her mind.

'Who are you kidding, it's been a MONTH without your fingers! Let alone some real live penis inside you,' the part of her more basic instincts betrayed her. 'you'll either snap and kill somebody before the day's over or go down on some lucky cadet in the Quad!'

Both parts of her mind wrestled for supremacy of her physical actions, all the while the slow, methodical movements of her hips creating heat across the cotton of her comforter started to cause her to make quiet sighs and small yelps of pleasure in between gritting teeth. She finally glanced down at her crotch to see with amazement that the fabric was growing darker as she rubbed across it, her juices flowing big time as she became more and more turned on at the prospect of climactic release.

"... I can't be that wet..." Fujin stated to herself disbelievingly.

Her hand reached down between her legs and, while parting her lips with the ring and index fingers on her right hand, ground her labia with the tips of her fingers on her left. Fujin bit her lip to stifle a shout as a shiver of pleasure ran up her back like an electric current.

'Okay fuck it, I need this...' She thought frantically to herself, hopping off the bed quickly.

She rooted around under her cot for a moment before spotting what she was looking for just behind the case that held her electric bass guitar, a small hardcover book, she grasped it with an almost desperate intensity, like a junky getting his fix, the front of the book reading: 'Balamb Garden yearbook 1997'. Being that porn was considered contraband this was the next best thing in Fujin's mind, she actually knew the people in the book, and, even if she felt she didn't have a hope in hell with some of them in real life, there was always the next best thing, a picture and the imagination of a horny co-ed. Fujin set the hardcover on the bed and was about to stand up when she gave her bass guitar case a second look, the ghost of a smile forming on her lips.

'At least I know what I can do to drown out Selphie's music later-on...' she mused, smiling inwardly.

She sat on the bed and scooted back until her bare back touched the cool plaster of the wall, causing her flesh to goose bump once again. Her legs spread wide enough to give her access to her feminine wiles and her knees bent and braced against the mattress, she pulled the comforter haphazardly over her legs and pussy just in case Selphie did choose that moment to come in. With that final preparation complete Fujin snatched up the yearbook, flipping through a few pages until she landed on a page containing the boys swim team, and setting the open book down beside her as she licked her lips.

She ran a hand quickly across the bottom of her naked breast, imagining it being the boy on the far right, whose name was Danny... who had a sizable bulge filling out his swim trunks despite the fact that he'd just swam in cold water... with her free left hand she cupped herself, feeling the accumulating juices flow between her fingers... her buttocks flexing with aroused tension as she imagined another member of the swim team, Jeremy, cup her ass and squeeze ruthlessly. She toyed with her outer lips ruthlessly while her right hand finally grabbed her right nipple and pinched it lightly, eliciting an excited moan from Fujin...

"Ohh.... fuck... c'mon Danny... I've waited for this too long...."

Her fingers dipped ever so slightly into her honey pot before pulling back out and palming her vulva, driving the heel of her palm ruthlessly across the sensitive flesh, drawing a deep gasp from the silver haired mercenary. Her ass flexing on the mattress as her mind imagined Jeremy teasing the part of her pussy lips nearest to her behind.

'Thank fucking Hyne this mattress is memory foam,' the thought bolted into Fujin's mind and she had to stifle laughing out from the ludicrous nature of it, 'if it were springs I'd have been busted by now...'

In a short time the young woman's breaths started growing shorter as her teasing intensified, the light squeezes and pinches to her aching nipples turning into ruthless pulling, as though wishing to rid herself of them, they jutted out proudly, originally a pale pink that suited her white complexion nicely they now stood out red and bruised. With every pull she let out a long high-pitched squeak, her back arching against the wall as she proceeded to drive her fingers into her pussy... occasionally brushing her slightly engorged clitoris with her thumb... the mattress underneath her slowly getting wetter and wetter.

In her head it was Jeremy leaning in close behind her, his hot breath on the back of her neck driving her near the breaking point as one of his hands reached around to absolutely maul her breasts, just the way she liked it, she considered herself a grown woman so she didn't like any man she was with to dick around too much. Jeremy's other hand, on the other hand, was playing down my her thighs and occasionally cupping one of her buttocks, sending small pockets of shivers up her spine, as her ass had to be her sexual weak point, all someone needed to do was cup it and she was jelly.

Meanwhile in her imagination: Danny was playing her from the front like a pro, his stone cold, 'lady-killer' green eyes bore into her crimson one while he mouthed demeaning things about how bad she was and how naughty she was.... but the way he said it, and the way he looked at her as he said it made her feel nothing but sexy. He began to brush her clitoris with startlingly more frequency, drawing desperate breath into the lungs of Fujin as her back arched against the wall and her weight balanced on her toes as the pleasure started to build up.

"Please Danny.... please.... I want your cock... I need it...." She half moaned under her breath, barely having the fortitude to keep her decibel level under that of Selphie's auditory rape in the next room.

In her mind Danny flashed a million dollar grin and stood back to pull down his swimming trunks, finally revealing his impressive eight inch erection for her to see and fawn over. inside Fujin felt a huge swell of satisfaction at the sight. Eight inches of rock hard meat all for her. Meanwhile Jeremy reached around front of her and spread her pussy lips apart.

"Yes.... yes.... here..." Fujin stated as her hand darted under her pillow to procure the only real piece of contraband she allowed herself to keep...

... A six inch, pink rubber dildo.

In conjunction with Danny slowly placing his erection at her slit in her imagination, so too did she to spread herself wide and put the phallic end of the dildo in between her moist pussy lips, releasing a hiss of pleasure as it made contact with her crevice... then, as Danny finally went for broke in her mind, she too grabbed the dildo just a little bit tighter and shoved it inside her.

... This time she was not quiet,,,

*

{Security Monitor Station Alpha}

"You really installed all of these cameras?" Irvine inquired doubtfully

"Damn straight I did! Took me months too... Squall had me pulling skeleton shifts with some of the maintenance crew just so they could be installed without the general populace knowing..." Zell replied around a mouth full of hot dog.

Irvine touched the rim of his hat, causing it to tilt back on his head and out of his view as he leaned in to look at the dozens of computer monitors displayed before him, each monitor displaying the image of whatever camera they were wired to. Students passed by the screens, talking... living their lives without the knowledge of realizing they were under surveillance by their own.

"So why exactly DID Squall want this system installed, anyways?" The Galbadian sharpshooter inquired, even as his eyes zeroed in on the skirted behind of an attractive SeeD cadet as she walked alongside of her friends.

Zell shrugged "Paranoia mostly... you were at the Missile Base so you were lucky enough to miss the mess with Norg."

The cowboy snorted at the mere mention of the near civil war between the students and faculty. It was disgusting in his mind that any student would take Norg - a guy only known about through rumors and his henchmen/ex-Garden employees - over the leadership and guidance of Headmaster Cid. Especially considering the people that sided with Norg were simply terrified of the Sorceress much like the Shumi benefactor of SeeD had been.

"Yeah, I was lucky enough to instead barely avoiding getting blown up." Irvine stated sarcastically as his man came out of his more morbid musings.

The blond man winced at the mention of that, it was considered a bit of a sore spot amongst their clique; While he, Squall and Rinoa came back here, to his home away from home, to warn of the potential threat from Galbadia's missile offensive. Irvine, Selphie and Quistis were deep in enemy territory trying to do anything they could to avoid having their friends and surrogate family blasted. Hyne knew which squad Quistis would have rather been on... and Irvine, well... he would later make it clear during some post-war celebration drinking that he believed if both squads had tried to infiltrate the base then Squall - with his little known talent for computer systems - could have diverted the near disaster MUCH easier... and without nearly getting them all killed in the process.

A moment of silence goes by as both men avoided making eye-contact with one another to avoid discussing the subject matter that was on either of their minds. Luckily for both of them they were healthy teenage males now overlooking dozens of monitors that were a voyeurs' wet dream.

"Hey...", Irvine started, gaining the smaller man's attention, "Isn't that the library girl?"

The younger SeeD followed Irvine's gaze to a monitor connected to a camera hovering above the main desk of the library. Indeed, there was Zell's crush seated behind the counter, the top of her blouse and cadet jacket unbuttoned just below SeeD regulation level giving both of her unknown admirers and unobstructed bird's eye view between the valley of her cleavage.

"... Dude..." Zell squeaked out.

"Nice rack! Zell if you want I can leave the room for awhile!" Irvine chuckled out

The smaller man's face flushed red at the crack and he flipped the taller man off, earning an even louder round of guffaws.

“Think we're in the wrong for witnessing some students like this?” The blond fighter questioned, hoping to divert his embarrassment.

“Well,” Irvine shrugged, “Something like your gal-pal there is really her own fault for not following regulations. Why DOES that girl have her cleavage popping out the top like that anyways?”

A concerned frown began to mar the shorter man's face at this note. He thought that he and the library girl – Meg – had a good thing going, he'd even been around to talk to her earlier to cancel  lunch plans to go over the monitor systems – he'd claimed it was flight deck maintenance, as per official orders - with the cowboy, and later a group of other SeeDs later in the afternoon. Why was she flaunting...

Irvine grinned wolfishly at the sight before it clicked in that Zell wasn't enjoying the show at all.

“Uh... she's not expecting you down there... is she.” It was not a question but a statement.

Before Zell could get any sort of response out however another cadet walked behind the counter at the library, drawing Meg's immediate attention. The male librarian – Keith, if Zell remembered correctly – leaned in and whispered something into her ear.

“Wha's he sayin'?” Irvine asked, his attention piqued.

“Dunno, the mics aren't activa-” Zell suddenly went silent, as on the monitor showed Meg grin wide, then, behind the cover of the near chest-level counter, reached down to the hem of her skirt and hiked it up slowly.

“Whoa!” Both men exclaimed, one with lust and the other with exasperation as on the screen before them was Meg's bare – pantyless – ass and clean shaven pussy exposed only to Keith...

... And the Garden Monitor team, currently comprised of an over-sexed cowboy and a vexed/scorned martial-artist.

*

{Dorm 207, room A}

~ And I just want you to know ~

~ That I'll love you foreeeeeeeveeeeer~

“Aaaaaaaaand eeeeeeeeeveeeeeeeer!” Selphie sang into her hairbrush with her poorly renditioned falsetto as she sang along to the syrupy pop/punk song blasting on her CD player.

The young woman realized how badly she was breaking the code of conduct regarding noise pollution, but luckily for her she was also conniving enough to realize the perks of being a SeeD being forced to live in the cadet wing. Seniority was a beautiful thing. The dorm beside the one she was sharing with Fujin 'The Un-Friendly Ghost' made the mistake of banging on the wall and screaming for her to 'Shut the fuck up!' was only a one time mistake. Right or wrong, a full SeeD - let alone one as decorated as Selphie Tilmett – had more than enough hierarchy-type sway to make their lives a miserable hell.

'Perks of the job' was the quote that came to Selphie's mind at this realization. Then again, to be honest she could care less about the music. It was all just noise to her, the real reason she was blaring it loud enough to crack concrete pillars was in room B of her dorm.

~ Why did you LEEEEAAAVE meeeee... ~

~ Why can't you see meeeeeeeeee ~

The young SeeD jumped at the opportunity to torment the hell out of Seifer and his posse whenever possible since they'd gotten back to the Garden. Culminating with her suggesting the live-in SeeD watchdog for each member of the posse and all but threatening bodily harm unto her commander if she didn't get the Fujin assignment.

Everyone assumed the same thing roughly of why Selphie was so adamant about punishing the trio upon their return – well, at least those in the know of where the escort-idea came from, basically just the entire Orphanage Crew and Rinoa – was about the fact that Seifer was responsible for shelling the shit out of Trabia Garden. The mania induced by Sorceress Ultimecia and, to some extent, Adel, made not only Edea, but also her Knight and his cronies, not liable for the damage and carnage that they had all caused.

Well Selphie had no choice to forgive Edea for her extenuating magical circumstances that were pretty much beyond comprehension of everyone but Rinoa, but as for the other three, well pretty much everyone assumed that between the waif of the girl and the trio, it was 'on'.

And that was exactly what Selphie was content to let everyone believe.

She brushed one of her brown locks away from her eyes so she could see the next song she could skip to on the CD... she opted to instead repeat the same song and turn it up two more notches. If Fujin's hair weren't already silver this constant barrage would probably have her going gray by now.

With that task completed, Selphie skipped over to her dresser and fished around for some non-regulation clothing – it was her day off after all – and procured a pink miniskirt and a pink tee-shirt that cut just below her bust line to give everyone a good line of site to her bare midriff and peekaboo navel. She also fished out a white lace thong and set about putting the ensemble on.

Today she was finally gonna go on a much needed trip out to Balamb City for some long-delayed clothes shopping. It was a ling arduous process to get the clearing - much to her chagrin – because of her babysitting duties of the ornery albino one room over. The same duty she'd arranged and volunteered for. First she had to go through the regular channels of a 'Off Day' then she had to figure out a way to keep Fujin busy and in an environment controlled enough to satisfy one Squall Leonheart in Selphie's absence.

Luckily, if she were to personally escort Fujin to the Training Center the group of cadets on animal control duty could always use some extra help. Sure, getting involuntarily volunteered for said duty would no doubt piss the one-eyed lady off... but to Selphie, that was the point.

She slipped on a pair of pink high-tops to complete her ensemble before picking up her traveling pack – stocked with a first aid kit, several potions, her wallet, and her make-up kit, all, in her opinion, necessary traveling companions in a world where monsters weren't just a reality, they were a daily part of life – and skipped over top her CD player to shut it off.

After all, it wouldn't do to have it playing if there were nobody there to not enjoy it.

“Now to go give Fuu the good news!” Selphie cackled

A rhythmic bass beat that accompanied the devious sprite of a woman's chuckle gave her more than a slight pause. She glanced at her sound-system to double check that it was off and indeed, it was.

The pace of the rhythm changed tempo and picked up to what sounded a lot like a blues riff, the tune was familiar to Selphie as being one of late Julia Heartillys' – Rinoa's mother – few recorded vocal efforts. Most people tended to forget that 'Eyes on Me' wasn't the only song she ever got released, but did her a disservice by calling her a 'One hit wonder' before AND after she died.

Selphie indeed had bought a copy of the old album and found most of it not only listenable, but enjoyable. This particular song, she remembered, featured a talented blues group based out of Timber, the solo dueling between Julia and the bassist had been one of the most memorable parts of the song. 'Daze' had been the name of the track if Selphie recalled it correctly.

“Where could it be com-” The young woman stopped as it donned upon her that the sound was indeed coming from her dorm-mates' room.

Curious, the SeeD shouldered her pack, grabbed her nunchuk, and quietly stepped out of her room and over to that of Fujin's, with a tentative hand she gripped the door-handle and turned – smirking as she realized her next-door neighbor was indeed following her convoluted rules – shoving the door open lightly she was surprised by what she saw...

Fujin – the 'world's palest demon', as Zell once called her – was seated on her bed in her white cotton panties and an over sized gray tee shirt, with a four-string wood-grain electric bass guitar on her lap and her focus on a small 25-watt amp set opposite the door, so the pale cadet didn't yet notice the SeeD's intrusion.

'When did she play bass?' Selphie questioned her own memory as Fujin's fingers danced across the strings with practiced skill. The tempo of her playing increasing even as the single notes grew farther apart across the fret-board.

An idea suddenly formed in the SeeD's pretty brunette head; 'Well if she's not gonna invite me in I might as well make myself at home...'

With that one Miss Tilmett began tiptoeing comically closer to the bed, with the intention of scaring the hell out of the other woman... just another reason to bug her.

'And the rest of the gang thinks this is all about revenge for Trabia... man, the truth is so much more fun!' The young woman tried hard to suppress a chuckle as she got closer to the bed, all the while admiring the view of the crack of Fujin's behind peek out over top of her panties.

No, in reality, the truth behind Selphie's treatment of Fujin was far more interesting, and lurid. The truth was Selphie was a card-carrying lesbian, more importantly, she was a lesbian who kept the truth of her sexual orientation a secret just because... well, honestly, the young woman's reasons were about as shallow as one would expect, she loved having free-reign to go into the women's showers and get a free show while nobody knew the better.

She'd even gone so far as to go out on several dates with the Irvine – the self proclaimed 'lady-killer' himself – before stating that she was saving her virginity for marriage. That proclamation alone sent Irvine and his raging hormones running for the hills at a break neck pace. In all honesty her virginity was long a thing of the past after a dare during an extended field-exercise during her cadet years.

Why Fujin, though? Well Selphie had garnered a particular interest in the one-eyed woman during the Galbadian occupation of Balamb. During the battle with the posse Selphie had taken it upon herself to oversee the casting side of her group, keeping Zell protected and hasted as he fought for what he saw as his hometown was hard work indeed, especially when Raijin was hitting hard enough to liquefy organs and Fujin was launching various offensive spells.

*

{Balamb Inn, Main lobby... a year and change ago!}

Selphie's own stock of spells began to run low in the latter stages of the battle. Squall was silenced, and Zell could only run so long on his anger. So the female SeeD had reached out her mind to see if she could find and draw some cure spells from the opposition. She started with Raijin but that became a moot point when Zell tackled him through the desk and effectively knocked both himself and the posse member out of the fight, so she focused her magical attention onto the only enemy left standing.

There was indeed something else in Fujin's magic repertoire than mere spells, Selphie could feel another conscience entity, and that meant only one thing: Guardian Forces!

The albino woman cast a 'Wind' spell that knocked the 'Commander' flying, then she turned her attention to the waif-like spell caster. Selphie attempted to draw the GF from her opponent and almost shouted in frustration when Fujin focused and blocked her attempt at pilfering the Guardian that she'd junctioned.

Their eyes locked across the lobby of Balamb's inn, crimson meeting green, time to see who had more pull with the forces of magic!

It may have seen a mere minute, maybe two, at most, to the passing observer, but in their respective minds, it may have well been hours! Selphie was a top practitioner in the dark arts, especially given the majority of her learning had been at Garden's pre-emptive magic-learning academy: Trabia. Still it seemed that no matter what maneuver she attempted mentally, Fujin would immediately throw up a mental blockade!

It was indeed a testament to Fujin's skill, as well – as Selphie would soon learn – as her bond with the GF, Pandemona, that she avoided having her magical power drawn from her. Selphie was indeed stumped, until one fatefully crazy idea came to mind!

Selphie tried to draw once again, but this time only put half of her effort into the activity, just enough to keep Fujin's concentration upon the ethereal side of their battle. She then bolted forward as quickly as she could and swung with her nunchuk. Bashing aside Fujin's eccentric pinwheel weapon before reaching out with her free right hand, grabbing a fistful of Fujin's surprisingly soft locks, and yanking her into a kiss.

That was all it took for Selphie to be enamored with the silver-maned woman, and alas, the maneuver worked! Selphie felt the invigorating rush of a new GF's power course through her mind and body while also feeling another, much more primal sense of satisfaction as Fujin's mouth opened from shock and Selphie quickly forced her tongue into the open orifice...

It was short-lived however as a swift, sharp slap from Fujin almost knocked Selphie ass-backwards. The shock was so great that the SeeD barely got out of the way of Fujin's opposite hand bombing in with her pinwheel, the sharpened blade on the weapon just managing to knick either strap on the smaller woman's tight, yellow sun dress, snapping them both and causing the top of the dress to tumble down to waist level and revealing to the world that Selphie, as rumored, did not wear a bra under the sun dress.

Selphie fell on her butt unceremoniously, almost a full ten seconds passing as she gazed down onto what, she eventually realized, were her c-cup sized breasts, the nipples jutting out proudly, partly because of the shock of the open air, but mostly – and Selphie even realized this then – due in course to the fact that she was highly turned on by getting inside the ice-queen's mind AND  mouth.

Suddenly Fujin's pinwheel got slammed down in between her legs! The young woman leapt halfway out of her skin and looked up to see Fujin looming over her, a vision of fury, the albino woman cocked her arm back, ready to knock Selphie loopy for the indignation of having a fast one pulled on her.

Luckily, Squall took that moment to show back up with a vengeance, he'd taken a moment outside to recoup and munch on an echo herb before deciding it best to get back and involved in the fight. Imagine his surprise to find Selphie with her bosoms on display about to get haymakered by a former classmate! Luckily the thundaga spell put a quick damper on that plan and also had the added advantage of putting an end to the fight by knocking the pale young woman out cold.

The topper on the cake was that upon getting hit by the spell Fujin keeled forward and landed atop the half-naked Selphie, causing her to squeal, Squall would recount it as most likely being in shock. Selphie would only admit to herself it was out of excitement. She took opportunity as it presented itself. Cupping the unconscious woman's pussy through her pants as well as enjoying the various other curves the woman had. Selphie had had to make it painfully quick though, lest Squall be suspicious, with a sigh she rolled the larger woman from off of her and covered her breasts from any prying eyes.

She'd excused herself quietly into one of the inns' rooms, partly to repair the straps on her dress – wouldn't do to walk everywhere topless – but mostly because if she didn't give herself a climax soon she'd be driven halfway to insanity! Luckily Zell and Squall had stayed in the main lobby to talk with the posse when they came to, which may have been the only reason why nobody heard her bring herself to a quaking orgasm in an upstairs room, her forehead buried in one of the inns pillows as she watched her own fingers rub at her clit. Juices dripping and running down her leg into her white mog-patterned panties. Her free hand wound into the sheets on the bed with such ferocity that there were tears in the fabric!

It was an orgasm that was better than good! It was great! It transcended any sexual experience she'd ever physically felt before and she wanted more of it! The satisfaction, the ear-rupturing screams of passion!

Selphie Tilmitt wanted Fujin Kazeno!

*

{Dorm 207, Room B}

The very memory of that encounter caused the brunette to lick her lips. Hyne-damn she was wet now! Sadly this was the only way to keep the object of her lust under her thumb but damn was it fun.

She was close to sitting down on the bed and scaring the ever-living out of her unsuspecting victim/dorm-mate when all of a sudden the stinging scent of female arousal sparked through her mind.

'Holy shit!' Selphie's mind red-lined, 'I'm that wet!?'

That didn't make sense though, indeed, the SeeD was more than a little turned on, to be sure, but that scent was unmistakable. Fujin would've definitely caught a whif of it and realized what was going on...

'Unless...,' the gears in the green-eyed girls head were turning now, 'oh that minx!'

Selphie really didn't know why she was so surprised at the fact that Fujin had been frigging herself silly likely only a few moments before she'd decided to enter her room and pester her. After all, Fujin was a human too – though several refused to admit that – and like every human she had needs too. The mere fact though, that if Selphie had so chosen to enter her room a mere five minutes earlier she would have been treated to a show damn near made her cream herself right there!

“WANT?” Fujin demanded as she turned before Selphie's plan of surprising the pale woman could come to fruition.

The demand was so sudden and unexpected that Selphie almost jumped clean out of her skin, a victim of her own plan! She stared dumbly into the albino's lone crimson hued iris as her mind tried to register what would've been appropriate for her to say at a moment like this and not confuse it with an entirely different comment which might have instead caused Fujin to follow through on the haymaker she'd never completed back at the battle in Balamb Inn!

Comments such as: 'May I please eat you out?' or 'I want you to make me cum so loudly that everyone'll think I have bronchitis for a week afterward!' while indeed, sounded like more than a plan in Selphie's mind, were sadly thrown on the chopping block...

“Oh, um... why're your blinds closed?” Selphie asked in her stupor.

'Real smooth, dumbass...' She chided herself inwardly.

To Fujin's credit, her demeanor never wavered from her usual cool glare, despite the ridiculous line of questioning.

“PREFER” The albino stated in her simple mono-syllabic way.

“I don't care what you prefer!” Selphie found her ground again, “Hyne knows you need some sun so open them up and leave them open!”

Fujin shirked at the sun comment, she was born with the albino condition, and despite the fact that she coped well with the various shortcomings it could generally create - particularly when it came to UV rays and a weaker immune system – she still felt more than a slight sting when people slighted her about it.

Still – sadly – Selphie was basically the keeper of her currently tiny and confined universe so the albino woman decided not to press the point and merely let the SeeD have her way. Fujin leaned the bass on the amp and got to her knees on her small bed, reaching over to the drawstring and yanking the blinds open, while at the same time giving Selphie and unobstructed view of her full, white-panty clad derriere!

Miss Tilmett almost let out a moan of sexual need but reigned it in, she ruled the roost, true, but even Selphie doubted she had the pull to get away with using seniority to score with an unwitting cadet, at least not without decent blackmail leverage...

... And then she saw it, in all it's pink, phallic, rubber glory. Just barely peeking out from underneath Fujin's pillow as the silver-maned woman adjusted and sat down with her blind-opening task complete.

Selphie's mind quickly ran through a mental check-list on cadet contraband as listed in the SeeD regulation manual and realized that yes indeed, a dildo was considered a tasteless personal item. No doubt a rule set by some of Norg's cronies but it hadn't been redacted, so indeed! A dildo was contraband!

'And,' Selphie grinned like a Cheshire cat, 'contraband is leverage!'

She leaned over to the pillow causing Fujin to dodge out of her way due to battle reflex, but the young woman regretted it when she realized her sprite-like room mate had indeed found her 'toy', she tried to lunge for it a split-second after the realization hit her like a bucket of cold water, but it was too late. Selphie hopped back out of the other woman's reach, dildo in hand, and failed at hiding her joy at the albino girl's humiliation.

“So what is this?” Selphie inquired.

For the first time in the history of ever Fujin's cheeks lit up a red almost as dark as her eye. She tried to muster the fortitude to glare at the SeeD but currently could only find herself staring at her suddenly interesting feet, hands clenched impotently at her sides.

“Well...?” Selphie asked in mock aggitation...

*

{Security Monitor Station Alpha}

Zell's head currently resembled a steaming pot, and should the action both men were witnessing on the library cameras get any more lurid, Irvine was guessing it would be set to boil over...

"Th... that whore!" Zell could barely stammer out.

This made the Galbadian sniper do a double take, Zell was generally an impulsive lad, and small slight was met with a tidal wave of fury and indignation, this was no small slight, and his minimal reaction had the larger man concerned that he actually wouldn't get to see Zell's temper boil over, but, rather, explode in an epic fashion.

On the screen the once-thought-of-as-being-innocent-by-both-of-her-unseen-voyeurs library girl, also known as Meg to those few who took the time to talk to her, was having her pantyless crotch thoroughly explored by the male librarian cadet Keith, much to the ignorance of all the library denizens on account of checkout counter being well above waist-height.

If the mousy, brunette library girl was close to climax, she was doing a fine job of maintaining her composure as she absently pretended to be checking barcodes, a slight flush to her cheeks and a faint sheen of perspiration on her forehead and across her breasts were the only physical clues that an uninformed person without the monitor teams' vantage point as to the stimulation Keith was causing behind the counter, and even then it could easily be passed off as a cold, or simple feminine problems should any concerned passerby inquire to her condition.

An excellent setup...

"Hey Zell..." Irvine began slowly

... The type of setup that would have to be discovered through practice...

"wha...?" Was all the tattooed martial artist could squeak out.

... Which could only mean...

"... I think Meg's done this before" Irvine stated, albeit with a bit of apprehension, Zell's ego wasn't just bruised, it was lying bleeding on the side of the road, and thusly the man needed to be handled delicately.

On the screen Meg reaches back to grip the tent in Keith's pants, she strokes it delicately for a few moments through the fabric, her free hand slowly edging an errant book over to the edge of the counter, until it falls down, under the countertop, the thud gains the momentary attention of a few library goers, to whom the young woman shrugs with fake embarrasment before bending down to pick up the book, but immediatly she goes to her knees and turns around, grabbing Keith's tent and pulling the man in to where she was standing before unzipping the fly of his pants and desparately pulling an impressive 8-inch erection out of the other cadets pants.

"And I think she's done it a... uh... a lot" finishes Irvine lamely.

"Even before we started dating..." Zell states in a shockingly even voice, "How could she...?"

At this Irvine snorts, "Actually Zell, I've seen stuff like this happen before due to uh, relationship perameters not being set"

This draws a look of both confusion and fury from Balamb's favorite hot-head, which brings Irvine some relief, the low-key response of Zell up until then was getting to be damn unnerving.

"Relationship parameters!? It's called DATING, not a fucking SeeD mission you cowpoker! What the fuck does that EVEN MEAN!?!" The young Mr. Dincht's volume rises.

The cowboy raises his hands in front of him, almost defensively, to stop Zell from going on a full-boar rant and not letting him explain the term.

"It means, did you guys' take the time to define what you wanted or what the rules of your relationship were going to b-" Irvine starts.

"What?! Does 'Do not jump on another guys' dick while we're dating' rule need to be chiseled into granite! Are you fucked in the head!?" Zell interjects.

On the screen both men are dimly aware of Meg taking one of Keith's testicles into her mouth and drawing on it, her toungue caressing the sack lovingly, her right hand clutching the young man's hip to keep him in place while her left hand clutches and pumps his shaft thoroughly. She alternates testicles while above the counter the male librarian, keeping his cool, calmly checks out a female cadets book and hands it back to her.

"Well, I'm not fucked in the head Zell," Irvine begins, "But did you ask her if she was going to be exclusive with you, there's a bit of a difference between being an item as opposed to... well... going on a few dates..."

At that Zell blanches as the realisation of what Irvine's stating dawns on him and he simply slumps back into his chair sullenly, mulling over what would most likely be the end of his first relationship with the fairer sex... after a moment though...

"Irvine..." Zell says calmly drawing the larger man's attention back off the monitor screen, "This sucks."

The involuntary pun considering the monitors' content, combined with Zell's hurt puppy-like expression sends Irvine over the edge and the cowboy starts laughing hard. His guffaws fill the room, after almost a full minute and with tears rolling down his face the sharpshooter pulls himself back together, and notices the dry expression from his compatriot.

"On the plus side..." Irvine snickers out in an attempt to avoid Zell losing his temper again, "We now have recorded proof of lewd behavior on not just Garden grounds... but in the public library! Feel like getting revenge, Zell?"

Both men turn back to look back at the screen to witness Meg taking almost the full length of Keith's cock into her mouth and throat, her mascara running as she forces herself down onto it, she continues of gorge herself relentlessly onto man-meat, suddenly Keith reaches down and grabs the librarian girl's ponytail and shoves it hard into his pelvic area as the man beings to harshly face-fuck the poor girl, who can do nothing but brace herself by digging her nails into Keith's thigh meat and hanging on.

The action continues like this for about ten seconds until the young man's entire body goes rigid and Meg's eyes go wide, suddenly to globs of sperm shoot out of her nose and onto her mascara stained cheeks, with some closer inspection one can note her throat contrating in an attempt to swallow the massive load of jism that Keith dumped into her gullet, but to no avail as more seeps out of her mouth and down her chin, dripping carelessly onto her cleavage.

"Revenge sounds damn good." Mutters Zell at the climactic display.

*

[Dorm 207, Room B]

'Busted, how could you be so stupid?' Fujin cursed herself inwardly, unable to bring herself to meet Selphie's no-doubt malicious gaze.

"U-uh..." Fujin stammers, not with nearly enough of her general booming mono-syllabic commands, and even with less authority to explain her possession of said item. Fujin had finished herself off quickly and brought herself to a quick climax, the comforter was covering the damp spot on the mattress that her 'activity in stress relief' had been responsible for.

"You DO realize what this is right?" Selphie inquired with mock innocence.

Fujin finally forced herself to stare up into the eyes of the spritely SeeD, Selphie's green eyes glimmering mischeviously as she holds the phallic object mere inches from her face, inspecting it much more closely than one should rightfully need to. Fujin knew what it was all right...

"Yes..." The albino cadet mutters weakly.

"The tell me what it is, Cadet Fujin" Miss Tilmett demanded, her voice carrying a shocking amount of weight.

'Great' Fujin realizes, a tear of frustration clouding her crimson gaze, 'she wants to draw this out as much as possible before she gets me put under disciplinary action'

"It's a... dildo..." The silver maned woman finishes lamely.

Selphie visibly shudders at this admittance, before she begins tossing the rubber instrument into the air and catching it.

"Indeed it is," Selphie starts cheerily, "and in accordance with with the SeeD Regulation Handbook: Balamb Edition, under Section 76: Article 2, tasteless personal items are considered contraband. Tasteless personal items outlined to pertain: Pornographic material, including sexual or offensive items... examples of such would include: Comfy-Cuffs, magazines, fake-latex woman and..."

The brunette raps the bulbous end of the dildo on Fujin's forehead, leaving the red-eyed woman so totally shocked that she can't even stammer with indignation at getting dildo-slapped.

"Now I was planning on using this day to go out, shop, have fun, while you helped out the training center crew with animal control... even had it cleared with Squall and all that trouble..." Selphie slowly looks at the straps of her pack and the nunchaku held loosely in her right hand, before sighing with mock agitation, "... now thanks to your clear violation of Garden doctrine I have to throw my whole day away and go fill out miles of paperwork as well as disciplinary recommendations for you insubordination..."

Fujin felt like choking the waif-like demon until her bowels dropped in the capilarries in her eyes exploded, visions of causing the smaller girl impossible amounts of physical and psychological torment danced in her head, but sadly she shook them away quickly. Like it or not Selphie held all the cards right now, and Fujin had no doubt that the smaller woman held enough ill-will towards her personally to not only fill out all of said disciplinary paperwork to make her reigns in the mercenary establishment even shorter, but that she would do so with such gusto and annoying cheerfulness that she would make it seem damn near a priviledge to make another person's life a living hell.

Another sigh draws Fujin from her mental musings, she focuses on Selphie again to find an altogether unsettling grin marring the brunettes features.

"You know," Selphie starts slyly, "I don't have to report this... I could save my shopping trip from being ruined and you could just have a fairly shitty day killing grats in the really humid training center rather than having a VERY shitty day getting marched up to Cid's office on account of a sex toy but..."

"WHAT!?" Fujin shouts desparately.

"Well, what have ya' got?" The SeeD inquires, her tone even...

Fujin blinks, completely in shock, 'Did Selphie just insinuate she was open for bribes?!'

Immediately Fujin leans over to her side table - once again giving her room-mate/tormenter a great view of her panty clad buns - and opens the drawer to fish out her wallet, much to Selphie's growing amusement. Fujin grabs every gil she's got - Only a measly 1,300 Gil - and holds it out immediately to the brunette woman, who immediately starts laughing.

"Fujin... that isn't even enough to cover the gas to Balamb City and back!" Selphie states, barely holding in her mirth.

The silver maned woman wanted to cry, but reigned it in admirably, although Selphie started giggling even harder at Fujin's look of utter defeat. The smaller woman starts to turn towards the door.

"Sorry Fujin, but I don't think you have the Gil I need... sadly if that's all you're offering then I guess I just have to," Selphie winks at her dorm-mate, "Well, go inform Cid and Squall about your extracurricular activities!"

At that Fujin makes a mad lunge, a gamble to be sure, but the young woman's fuse was only so long and Selphie had burned it down to the dynamite. Her plan wasn't really a plan, more of a hope that if she got the dildo from the little megalomaniacal psychos' hand then maybe - just maybe - she could dispose of the evidence before it bit her in her panty-clad ass.

Sadly, for as tiny as she was and as much of a spoiled brat she acted, the facts also boiled down, Selphie was a fully junctioned badass, and a goddamn war-hero, anticipating the move the SeeD flips her nunchaku up and wraps the chains around Fujin's outstretched wrists, trapping them firmly, much to the larger woman's utter shock and humiliation. It doesn't stop there, however as the brunette uses her junction-earned strength to push the arm trapped ex-disciplinary commitee member back over to her bed and throwing her back first onto the mattress before hopping overtop of her, the smaller woman straddling Fujin's waist while keeping her hands locked above her head.

"Y'know... when I said I needed something else..." Selphie starts, her face mere inches from Fujin's which is flush with humiliation, "I was hoping you'd go ahead and think outside the box..."