Final Fantasy Sluts' Tactics

[Chamorus the Cat]

She screamed and pulled on her binds. The stone. The stone was the key. That's what the oracle had said to her earlier that day. The man, he looked like the bishop of the church; he held the emerald-green stone, the one they had called the Taurus fragment. His hand pressed the stone against her shaven slit, pressing, pressing, her pussy compressed and stretched to fit the mass, tearing apart with a splash of blood. The green stone sucked up the bright red liquid, but what had stained the bishop's white, immaculate robes remained.

As the stone disappeared, her flesh began to knit together, heavy balls taking the place of labia, stretching and growing as her clitoris grew and grew, eventually coming out of its own skin like a butterfly bursting through its cocoon; the tip was bulbous and helm-shaped, slit along the middle, where precum oozed out slowly.

"No!" she screamed, as scribes took notes furiously in the dim, torchlit room...

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Amelia was cute, despite the circumstances of the moment; blonde hair hidden behind an armored hairband, with soft brown eyes; she was warded in a light tabard, her arms and legs armored with light plate.

But here Amelia stood, frozen with combat paralysis. What could she do in this situation? People were bleeding and dying; she couldn't tell who was who, but she knew she needed to do something to help... But she just couldn't commit!

 

[Cadia]

"Amelia, what in the blazes are you doing?!" Someone was shaking the Squire's shoulder with one hand and hammering away at milling figures with a magical gun in the other. That meant one thing: Juliette, Amelia's Mediator superior, was yelling at her. It wasn't something she normally did - Mediators were renowned for their calm demeanor even when the proverbial chips were down - yet here she was, face a scant few inches in front of Amelia's, and shouting over the sounds of battle. "You're supposed to be up there, putting that sword to use, not standing here like part of the scenery!"

The Mediator turned and fired off another shot - the flash a frosty arcane blue - before looking at the girl. "At the ready, Squire Amelia! Advance to the forward!" The girl (a year or two older than the squire, but years of experience in difference) paused, then tisked and pointed with her gun. "You attack the ones in white, Amelia. Understand?"

 

[Chamorus the Cat]

Of course. Of course they wore white! Thrust, parry, step, thrust - parry - step! She had picked out another squire that had broken away from the knight he was accompanying. She had faith, but he had bravery, and each stroke of his axe was backing her into a corner. She began to falter, stumble, until her back slammed into the wall of the lower-side house. These slums were going to kill them; at least she'd make a sexy corpse.

One of the lovely chemists in the group got some grunt work and, playing with some sort of silly spell that was supposed to clean clothes. Instead, it made clean girl's clothes and... well, that's what everyone was dressed in! Lancers would jump and jiggle out of their tiny negligee-looking tabards; the vest that Amelia wore had become a bikini, for example, hugging her high and low so tight that she was about to pop out everywhere.

In fact, that's just what happened. Except, instead of a breast popping from her armored top, it was a fat, flaccid shaft! So stunned, the squire stopped, eyes flicking down towards the dangling participle swinging between her thighs. Amelia wished she hadn't dropped her blade, leaving herself so vulnerable to the man. The squire seemed to finish his double-take; he drew back his axe, preparing for a final strike as Amelia cringed in horror.

 

[Cadia]

"HEY, YOU!" The Mediator's voice boomed across the distance between her and the Squire; apparently part of her Job was being able to make herself be heard. "LEAVE HER ALONE OR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" It wasn't the most imaginative Threat in the world, but she didn't exactly have time to come up with something complicated. Besides, the angry red glow visible down the barrel of her Fire gun as it was pointed at the white-clad Squire might add a little more weight to her demand.

Of course, there was a chance it wouldn't work...though that might have more to do with the negligee-like "robe" she was wearing, which not only barely covered her thighs, but showed of an absolutely enormous amount of cleavage. She was going to kill that chemist later...

 

[Chamorus the Cat]

There was nothing left to do now! Amelia gave the man a kick so hard that she swore she could hear ringing bells! As he fell in a heap, Amelia shivered, pushing herself back into her risque bottoms; she was equipped the same way and knew how much that likely hurt! Panting, Amelia moved for her sword, standing upright and straightening out her armor, as it was very close to letting her plump breasts bounce free. Time to make for the front! Swallowing her edgy excitement, Amelia gave a cry and ran to the fore of the battle.

 

[Cadia]

Juliette shook her head, glad to see her gambit had worked. Now that she wasn't frozen up, at least Amelia could improvise when given the chance. Still, these outfits were ridiculous...and the girl was lucky that she'd "fallen free" when she had, or else she'd be wearing that axe...Speaking of which, she walked over (currently lacking an opponent; the battle was going rather well in their favor) and bent down, picking up the discarded axe. Amelia could use something better than that flimsy sword she was waving about, and it wasn't like she couldn't use the cleaver. The Mediator tucked the heavy edge away for later, while filing away the need to teach that darn girl some Bravery...which could be fun...

But that was most definitely for later. Right now, there was still a battle to fight. Her prize somehow tucked away in her flimsy excuse for a robe, the Mediator waded back into battle, gun roaring.

[I think a time skip might suit here?]

 

[Chamorus the Cat]

That blessed moment came when the battle was one. After socking the enemy leader real good, they used the confusion it caused amongst the rabble to beat a hasty tactical withdrawal. It was a victory, but only such. Amelia was looked over by the priest, doing his best to ignore all the women's revealing attire to focus on the cuts and bruises with his spells. One of the few males of the bunch, poor Vary had a lot to put up with nowadays. When he'd given her the go ahead, she made like the rest of the group and headed towards the nearby tavern in the slums. After all, heretics couldn't go lounging about in the upper-crust dives.

 

[Cadia]

Ahh, poor, poor Vary. Still, it wasn't every day that a man of healing could "lay on hands" for so many soft, sweet breasts...although if he tried anything, it was a sure bet one of the Geomancers would clobber him. Still, a girl liked a man with a soft touch...

Juliette made her way to the bar (not quite a hole in the wall, but only by a matter of degrees), looking around for her charge. She would get good and drunk later. Right now there was something she REALLY needed to do...Finding Amelia, she made her way across the tavern's floor until she stood over the Squire's table.

"Amelia, come with me." She smiled, so it didn't sound quite so ominous. "We've got a few things to discuss." She turned and led the way up the stairs toward the private areas, quite certain the Squire would follow (and ignoring an opportunistic hand or two copping a feel on her barely-clad behind).

 

[Chamorus the Cat]

Amelia had just sat down with a warm mug of cider, blowing at the beverage to get it to cool faster. She was enjoying the soft, padded bench beneath her shapely bum; the feel of smooth wood, finished and lacquered, just beneath her fingertips. A probing tongue licked at her lips and she found herself salivating at the thought of the bitter apple blend. And then, suddenly, Juliette had made her way over to her, demanding Amelia's attention.

As she followed, she gave one last sad look back at her drink before disappearing around a corner with Juliette.

 

[Cadia]

Juliette caught the wistful glance the girl gave the drink as they walked away, and smiled.

"Don't worry, Amelia. When we're done, I'll buy you a new one."

The Mediator led the way out of the common room, toward the back where privacy could be had...for a price, anyway. She'd apparently paid already, because there was a room left vacant, and she held the key in her hand. She gestured through the doorway, allowing Amelia to precede her.

Once inside (the door shut and locked) Juliette turned to Amelia. "You did very well for your first battle," the Mediator smiled at the girl. "And don't feel bad for freezing. That happens to just about everyone. However, I think this might work a little bit better than your little trainer sword." She produced the axe she'd liberated from Amelia's downed opponent (presumably from Inventory, even if her robe looked like a skimpy evening dress and shawl) and thumped it, blade first, onto the table.

"Then, there's the matter of your...Bravery."


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To make things a little easier, I re-found that picture for us to enjoy (and use as reference). Here it is:
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[Chamorus the Cat]

Amelia held the heavy axe, blinking away the confusion that was so evidently plastered on her face. "Well, thank you," she said, glad to know she'd at least done alright. She gave it a little bounce in her grip, testing it, before perking her brow in response to that last statement.

"My Bravery?" That was a stat she hadn't been able to work on that stat... In fact, she had no idea how to boost that!