[LOL Fic] - Warrioress of Light
Okay, so discussions within the Dissidia Community (ffchaoticcosmos ) are totally to blame for this one...
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The Warrioress of Light
A phase where WoL has to cope with being a Warrioress...
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I.
Garland stared, gawped might be more appropriate, although it was hard to tell beneath the imposing armour.
An awkward silence permeated the air between the two, finally broken by the red-faced warrior.
“W-Why do you hesitate?!” the warrior demanded “Fight me, Garland!”
“…. I’m finding it hard to resist your feminine wiles… A fight we shall have, in my bed quarters. Have at you, woman!”
The warrior screamed and kicked as the dark knight hefted her over his shoulder and walked off towards the enemy base.
II.
She staggered back to camp, bewildered after the ordeal of seducing and bludgeoning the dark knight. It had taken all her inner-strength and willpower to “play along” to the point that the dark knight was lulled in to thinking she might be willing to “polish his sword”… At that moment, a firm smack with a stone statue had provided the perfect chance for escape.
Camp was a welcomed sight, the warrior’s soft blue eyes lightened as she neared the base of her comrades - at last the ordeal was over!
She could see her fellow warriors, busily preparing their weapons for battle and keeping watch for foes. She approached and called out “Comrades! I’m back!”
“Oh… A warrior of Cosmos?” she recognised the voice, Firion’s.
Giving him a queer look, the warrior replied “It is I, Firion? Do you forget me so easily?”
“Um… I’m embarrassed to say… that I’ve forgotten the name of a beautiful woman, will you forgive me?”
“I’m the Warrior of Light!” she replied, exasperated that no one recognised her unforgettable armour and helm.
Firion blinked, he looked up and down, then up and down once more, his eyes settled on her breasts for a lingering moment before quickly meeting her eyes once more “W-WHAAAT?!” he cried, backing away before running off, his cheeks bright red.
The warrior shook her head.
III.
Onion smirked “Well. At least now they’ll have a woman to take it easy on, rather than the child.”
She bonked him on his helmet “I won’t take it easy on you, child!”
IV.
Cecil was eating his dinner, a hearty stew made of whatever the warriors could catch and throw in the pot. It was a hit-and-miss affair but today it was more hit than miss. He felt the presence of another sit down beside him and turned to offer greetings.
“Greet-” his eyes widened, the woman before him was strong and beautiful, the very thought made him hang his head in shame. A vague memory told him there was someone waiting for him, somewhere in his home world.
“Cecil.” The woman said, with a clinking nod of her helm.
“Ah… Yes. Greetings.” Cecil fumbled with his bowl of stew “It’s… a lovely night, no?”
“You don’t have to attempt idle gossip with me, Cecil. There is no need.”
“Oh.. right.” He smiled “You.. um.. Might you be the Warrior of Light’s sister? You are much like him.”
Between sips of stew, the warrior replied “I am him.”
“Oh I-What?” Cecil LOOKED at the woman before him, the same imposing helm, the righteous but distant attitude, even the glacier-blue eyes. “But… you’re so pretty.”
“I’ve become a woman.” The warrior replied.
“But…. Why?”
V.
Bartz slid over to join the warrior and Cecil as they sat by the camp fire, it was impossible to ignore this growing situation. A female Warrior of Light? It was too strange.
“So. How did you do it?” he asked, his face serious “How did you make them so realistic..?”
“Make what so realistic?” the warrior replied, eyebrow quirked.
“Well obviously I’m referring to a pair of Chocobo eggs that have mystically appeared on your chest.” The boy replied, his expression still serious but with a glint in his eye.
“…………………” the warrior reached for her sword.
VI.
“Ah… Warrior..” Terra approached the lone warrior.
“Hm. Terra, what is it?”
“I heard from the others, you’re a girl now.”
“Yes.”
“Would you like to borrow one of my bra’s?”
“….Yes.”
VII.
The blonde warrior held out something, purple and silky.
The warrior eyed him suspiciously.
“… I think you need this more than I do.” With a nod, the blonde retreated. A slight blush over his face.
The warrior unfolded the purple silken dress and could only wonder why the blonde even had the garment to begin with. Still, it was a high-quality silk dress and it was proving too difficult to throw the cloth away.
“I’ll… clean my sword with it.” The warrior told herself, as she held it up to her armoured profile.
VIII.
“C-Craaamp!” Laguna cried, falling to his knee.
The warrior sighed and walked away “I’ll leave you to your ailments.”
IX.
“You know, I’m very good with my hands. I could massage those battle kinks right out of your shoulders~” Zidane offered, his tail flicked side to side eagerly.
“No. Thank you.” The warrior said.
“Your loss…” Zidane shrugged.
X.
Jecht was smirking “Yo twinkle toes, you have some nice jugs!”
Her clenched fist met his jaw with all the strength of a warrior’s.
XI.
“Ah, I do believe it’s the Warrior of Light!” Shantotto chimed “The female warrior who is quite a sight!”
“I do believe I know your woes, you’ve lost your manhood and everyone knows!” she continued.
“Yet lady luck still smiles down, so wipe away that feminine frown.” She held out her wand “My magic is great and my magic is strong, my magic can undo even this terrible wrong!”
A flash of magic surrounded the warrior, causing her to recoil with a yelp.
Gradually the swirling ether around her died down and she brought her arm away, looking at the mage before her “Well?” she asked, tentatively.
“…….. Well obviously my voluptuous friend, it’s a woman you’re meant to be to the bitter end!”
Before another word could be said, the mage had turned and fled!
Cosmos.
“My warrior. You’ve suffered, the power of the crystals stole much from you. Your memories. Your name and your gender. You’ve been strong these past few days, remaining resolute despite all of this hardship.” The goddess smiled warmly.
The warrior bowed before her “I will continue to fight for you, Cosmos.”
“My thanks, but let me grant you a boon.” The Goddess held out her hand, a potion appeared “This will restore your gender if you drink it. I will leave the decision up to you.”
She stared at the vial, then took it with a curt nod “My thanks, Cosmos.” Then she turned to leave and ponder what to do.
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--- OMAKE ----
Because the Warrioress of Light is just too much fun!
VIII-2
Leaving Laguna to whimper about his stiffness problems, the warrior proceeded to seek out some silence and solitude. Meditation would surely improve her mood and focus her thoughts on the true matter at hand: ending the conflict.
A secluded glade, not far from the camp, provided the perfect haven. she stood and admired the lake.
Footsteps disturbed the quiet, she glanced to the side and noted it was the lone wolf, Squall. She regarded him with a cool glance "Squall. Are you here to train?"
"Hm?" Squall looked at the warrior's back "Yeah. Don't ask to spar with me. I'm not interested in a duet."
"Afraid of losing?" a slight smirk crossed her lips, attacking the wolf's pride usually got the desired result.
"I'll make you eat those words."
Ah, impetuous youth was always wonderfully predictable, loner or otherwise. She brandished her sword "I won't go easy on you!"
"I'd be offended if you did." He muttered, pointing the curious fusion of gun and blade at her.
They fought, a blessed conflict that allowed her to forget the worldly woes that had weighed on her shoulders. Her gender did not matter in the midst of battle--
"W-WHAT?!" the wolf's icy composure had cracked.
She cocked her head to the side "Is there a problem?"
Squall stared, there was even the faintest trace of colour in those pale cheeks "... When did you...?"
She followed the gaze, downward, then noted that her armour had been broken and was currently exposing (even to her own high standards) an impressive cleavage.
"...... Oh." she murmured, as though this were a minor inconvenience.
She'd never seen the wolf bolt before, but he was simply a dot to her now...
X-2
"Heeeeeeeeey! Warrior! Come on in! The water is GREAT!"
A hot summer's afternoon, the heat made her armour sticky and uncomfortable. The water looked wonderfully refreshing.
She frowned "... Are you sure?"
"Well I wouldn't ask otherwise, would I?! Now come on already! No need to be shy!"
She had not figured the spirited blonde to be a pervert, but perhaps all the time he spent with other young males had ignited his testosterone. It did not matter to her, if she needed to she could strike the boy down before he could blink.
"I'm surprised by your acceptance of me as I am."
"Hey. You might be a bit distant, a party pooper and waaay too serious for your own good but you're totally one of the guys!" he was splashing around much like some form of graceless dolphin.
"... Very well, then I suppose I shall join you."
The armour fell to the floor and she sighed with relief, turning to face the youth she noted a queer oddity on his face "Tidus..? Your nose... is bleeding?"
"Huuuh?" the youth stared, perhaps his ears were full of water?
The warrior slid in to the lake, relaxing quietly as the boy stood motionless in the water and stared at the patch of space where she had stripped.
Once she was finished, she gathered her armour and left him there - she later heard that Squall and Bartz had pulled him out of the water and stuffed a tissue up his nose, but that was of no interest to her.
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Fin~
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The Warrioress of Light
A phase where WoL has to cope with being a Warrioress...
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I.
Garland stared, gawped might be more appropriate, although it was hard to tell beneath the imposing armour.
An awkward silence permeated the air between the two, finally broken by the red-faced warrior.
“W-Why do you hesitate?!” the warrior demanded “Fight me, Garland!”
“…. I’m finding it hard to resist your feminine wiles… A fight we shall have, in my bed quarters. Have at you, woman!”
The warrior screamed and kicked as the dark knight hefted her over his shoulder and walked off towards the enemy base.
II.
She staggered back to camp, bewildered after the ordeal of seducing and bludgeoning the dark knight. It had taken all her inner-strength and willpower to “play along” to the point that the dark knight was lulled in to thinking she might be willing to “polish his sword”… At that moment, a firm smack with a stone statue had provided the perfect chance for escape.
Camp was a welcomed sight, the warrior’s soft blue eyes lightened as she neared the base of her comrades - at last the ordeal was over!
She could see her fellow warriors, busily preparing their weapons for battle and keeping watch for foes. She approached and called out “Comrades! I’m back!”
“Oh… A warrior of Cosmos?” she recognised the voice, Firion’s.
Giving him a queer look, the warrior replied “It is I, Firion? Do you forget me so easily?”
“Um… I’m embarrassed to say… that I’ve forgotten the name of a beautiful woman, will you forgive me?”
“I’m the Warrior of Light!” she replied, exasperated that no one recognised her unforgettable armour and helm.
Firion blinked, he looked up and down, then up and down once more, his eyes settled on her breasts for a lingering moment before quickly meeting her eyes once more “W-WHAAAT?!” he cried, backing away before running off, his cheeks bright red.
The warrior shook her head.
III.
Onion smirked “Well. At least now they’ll have a woman to take it easy on, rather than the child.”
She bonked him on his helmet “I won’t take it easy on you, child!”
IV.
Cecil was eating his dinner, a hearty stew made of whatever the warriors could catch and throw in the pot. It was a hit-and-miss affair but today it was more hit than miss. He felt the presence of another sit down beside him and turned to offer greetings.
“Greet-” his eyes widened, the woman before him was strong and beautiful, the very thought made him hang his head in shame. A vague memory told him there was someone waiting for him, somewhere in his home world.
“Cecil.” The woman said, with a clinking nod of her helm.
“Ah… Yes. Greetings.” Cecil fumbled with his bowl of stew “It’s… a lovely night, no?”
“You don’t have to attempt idle gossip with me, Cecil. There is no need.”
“Oh.. right.” He smiled “You.. um.. Might you be the Warrior of Light’s sister? You are much like him.”
Between sips of stew, the warrior replied “I am him.”
“Oh I-What?” Cecil LOOKED at the woman before him, the same imposing helm, the righteous but distant attitude, even the glacier-blue eyes. “But… you’re so pretty.”
“I’ve become a woman.” The warrior replied.
“But…. Why?”
V.
Bartz slid over to join the warrior and Cecil as they sat by the camp fire, it was impossible to ignore this growing situation. A female Warrior of Light? It was too strange.
“So. How did you do it?” he asked, his face serious “How did you make them so realistic..?”
“Make what so realistic?” the warrior replied, eyebrow quirked.
“Well obviously I’m referring to a pair of Chocobo eggs that have mystically appeared on your chest.” The boy replied, his expression still serious but with a glint in his eye.
“…………………” the warrior reached for her sword.
VI.
“Ah… Warrior..” Terra approached the lone warrior.
“Hm. Terra, what is it?”
“I heard from the others, you’re a girl now.”
“Yes.”
“Would you like to borrow one of my bra’s?”
“….Yes.”
VII.
The blonde warrior held out something, purple and silky.
The warrior eyed him suspiciously.
“… I think you need this more than I do.” With a nod, the blonde retreated. A slight blush over his face.
The warrior unfolded the purple silken dress and could only wonder why the blonde even had the garment to begin with. Still, it was a high-quality silk dress and it was proving too difficult to throw the cloth away.
“I’ll… clean my sword with it.” The warrior told herself, as she held it up to her armoured profile.
VIII.
“C-Craaamp!” Laguna cried, falling to his knee.
The warrior sighed and walked away “I’ll leave you to your ailments.”
IX.
“You know, I’m very good with my hands. I could massage those battle kinks right out of your shoulders~” Zidane offered, his tail flicked side to side eagerly.
“No. Thank you.” The warrior said.
“Your loss…” Zidane shrugged.
X.
Jecht was smirking “Yo twinkle toes, you have some nice jugs!”
Her clenched fist met his jaw with all the strength of a warrior’s.
XI.
“Ah, I do believe it’s the Warrior of Light!” Shantotto chimed “The female warrior who is quite a sight!”
“I do believe I know your woes, you’ve lost your manhood and everyone knows!” she continued.
“Yet lady luck still smiles down, so wipe away that feminine frown.” She held out her wand “My magic is great and my magic is strong, my magic can undo even this terrible wrong!”
A flash of magic surrounded the warrior, causing her to recoil with a yelp.
Gradually the swirling ether around her died down and she brought her arm away, looking at the mage before her “Well?” she asked, tentatively.
“…….. Well obviously my voluptuous friend, it’s a woman you’re meant to be to the bitter end!”
Before another word could be said, the mage had turned and fled!
Cosmos.
“My warrior. You’ve suffered, the power of the crystals stole much from you. Your memories. Your name and your gender. You’ve been strong these past few days, remaining resolute despite all of this hardship.” The goddess smiled warmly.
The warrior bowed before her “I will continue to fight for you, Cosmos.”
“My thanks, but let me grant you a boon.” The Goddess held out her hand, a potion appeared “This will restore your gender if you drink it. I will leave the decision up to you.”
She stared at the vial, then took it with a curt nod “My thanks, Cosmos.” Then she turned to leave and ponder what to do.
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--- OMAKE ----
Because the Warrioress of Light is just too much fun!
VIII-2
Leaving Laguna to whimper about his stiffness problems, the warrior proceeded to seek out some silence and solitude. Meditation would surely improve her mood and focus her thoughts on the true matter at hand: ending the conflict.
A secluded glade, not far from the camp, provided the perfect haven. she stood and admired the lake.
Footsteps disturbed the quiet, she glanced to the side and noted it was the lone wolf, Squall. She regarded him with a cool glance "Squall. Are you here to train?"
"Hm?" Squall looked at the warrior's back "Yeah. Don't ask to spar with me. I'm not interested in a duet."
"Afraid of losing?" a slight smirk crossed her lips, attacking the wolf's pride usually got the desired result.
"I'll make you eat those words."
Ah, impetuous youth was always wonderfully predictable, loner or otherwise. She brandished her sword "I won't go easy on you!"
"I'd be offended if you did." He muttered, pointing the curious fusion of gun and blade at her.
They fought, a blessed conflict that allowed her to forget the worldly woes that had weighed on her shoulders. Her gender did not matter in the midst of battle--
"W-WHAT?!" the wolf's icy composure had cracked.
She cocked her head to the side "Is there a problem?"
Squall stared, there was even the faintest trace of colour in those pale cheeks "... When did you...?"
She followed the gaze, downward, then noted that her armour had been broken and was currently exposing (even to her own high standards) an impressive cleavage.
"...... Oh." she murmured, as though this were a minor inconvenience.
She'd never seen the wolf bolt before, but he was simply a dot to her now...
X-2
"Heeeeeeeeey! Warrior! Come on in! The water is GREAT!"
A hot summer's afternoon, the heat made her armour sticky and uncomfortable. The water looked wonderfully refreshing.
She frowned "... Are you sure?"
"Well I wouldn't ask otherwise, would I?! Now come on already! No need to be shy!"
She had not figured the spirited blonde to be a pervert, but perhaps all the time he spent with other young males had ignited his testosterone. It did not matter to her, if she needed to she could strike the boy down before he could blink.
"I'm surprised by your acceptance of me as I am."
"Hey. You might be a bit distant, a party pooper and waaay too serious for your own good but you're totally one of the guys!" he was splashing around much like some form of graceless dolphin.
"... Very well, then I suppose I shall join you."
The armour fell to the floor and she sighed with relief, turning to face the youth she noted a queer oddity on his face "Tidus..? Your nose... is bleeding?"
"Huuuh?" the youth stared, perhaps his ears were full of water?
The warrior slid in to the lake, relaxing quietly as the boy stood motionless in the water and stared at the patch of space where she had stripped.
Once she was finished, she gathered her armour and left him there - she later heard that Squall and Bartz had pulled him out of the water and stuffed a tissue up his nose, but that was of no interest to her.
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Fin~