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« on: February 04, 2008, 01:09:42 PM »

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Just posting the first one for now, the FF12 Ashe story. The FF X2 Rikku and FF4 Rydia stories are next.


ASFR Story 1|[FF12] A Statue of a Fallen Princess

For a month, she had been moving from hiding place to hiding place, narrowly escaping the imperials on many occasions. She did not like running, she wished to avenge everything the enemy had done to her. But she had been convinced that it would be futile to fight. The Imperial Army had soldiers on every street of Rabanastre, and the resistance movement were vastly outnumbered.

This meant that Princess Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca was now in real trouble. Her list of hiding places grew ever smaller. So too did her list of allies. Soon, she and the resistance would be forced to either surrender or fight when they could hide her no longer. In the end, the answer to the problem came oddly enough from the imperials.

"Gold needles?" the puzzled sergeant asked. "Why have they sent us gold needles?"

The confused sergeant was looking at a crate of supplies sent from the capital. When he inspected them all he would find that virtually all of them were useless in the somewhat tame surroundings of Dalmasca. Certainly, there would be no reason for a traveller to waste precious room carrying a cure for petrifaction.

The soldier beside him shrugged. "Well, someone found them useful. Box is open."

"Probably someone sold them on to hunters." The sergeant muttered.

The terrified young street urchin who had nearly been caught by the two soldiers walking into the room as he tried to steal something to eat or sell was not really listening to them, but felt his heartbeat slow down when they left. An hour later, he tried to sell the gold needles he had stolen. To his surprise he had them all bought by one man. The urchin did not notice the hope in that man's eyes.

"I know how we can hide her!" the resistance agent said, as he walked into the hideout. Currently, a small group of resistance members were hiding the Princess in an old store room below a weapons store.

"Lower your voice, fool!" Vossler said. "There would be no point listening to your foolish idea if the imperials hear you. "

"Sorry, sir, but I know where we can conceal the princess. And hide her there so long the imperials will be certain she has slipped their net."

Vossler was interested now.

"Tell me."

The agent produced his bundle of gold needles. Vossler had the same thought the agent had.

"It's a good enough plan. But we're forgetting three things. Will the princess agree, and how do we petrify her? And if we get that far, what excuse would we have for a statue of her?"

"I can answer all of those problems." Said a voice behind them. They turned to look at the Princess.

"The last part is the simplest. My father had commissioned a statue of me in honour of my wedding. As far as I know it never left the sculptor's studio. If we are lucky, he will still have it."

"I presume you agree to the idea, then?" Vossler asked.

"Of course. With regards to turning me to stone, the solution is not so simple. In the palace treasury we held a number of rare artefacts and trinkets. One of these was said to be a cursed amulet that once belonged to a doctor. He had offended a man by charging too much for medicine, but the offended man was in fact a demon. He cursed the doctor so that every person he tried to heal would instead feel pain. The doctor tried to use amulets that would dispel the curse, but instead they absorbed it. Finally, the doctor became penniless as he was forced to buy more and more of the amulets so he could heal again, but as soon as he would touch the amulet, it would become cursed."

"What use would this amulet be?" the agent asked.

"It makes the wearer inflict pain rather than cure. Or, if it is a cure for some abnormal illness, makes the wearer inflict it rather than cure it. If you were to use a gold needle on someone while you wore that amulet, you would petrify them. Getting the amulet should not be too difficult for one person to sneak in and recover it. Meanwhile, we must try and arrange it so I can replace my statue."

A day later, the amulet was recovered. But there was a small problem with the statue.

"I would love to help her highness, but the statue is to be completed. The imperials came a few days ago, said they had found records about the payment I received for the work. They said they wanted it finished as a memorial to the Princess. They said she had been popular with the people."

"And she is."

"Yes, of course. They want a memorial of her so that people think they regret her suicide, and maybe so people begin to believe it."

"Where would the memorial be placed?"

"In the palace. I am scheduled to finish it by the end next week and have it taken there. They intend to unveil it three weeks from now. Four months since the invasion to the day."

"We will have to work around this somehow. May I see what you have sculpted so far?"

The sculptor took him to a cloth-covered shaped, and drew the cloth back. A near-complete statue of a woman stood. The face had yet to be properly defined, and many of the details were not yet carved but anyone could tell it was meant to be of a woman in a formal dress, standing straight with hands clasped before her, looking straight forward. Vossler did not comment upon his observation that the sculptor had put perhaps a little too much emphasis on the breasts of the figure.

"What were you using as a reference?"

"A sketch. Her highness came in person to have it drawn for a reference of her facial features, and I had a young woman about her height and build pose for the actual sculpting in a formal dress. We still have the dress."

"Well, that's something."

When the princess was told of the problem, she was unconcerned.

"So? It's perfect. They'd never think I would be so daring as to hide right under their noses."

"But it may be some time before we could recover you."

"I'm willing to wait as long as it takes to ensure our enemies cannot destroy our resistance."

Later that night, the princess was smuggled to the sculptors studio under cover of darkness. She found the sculptor waiting for her, and the dress she would be wearing for some time also ready. When she emerged wearing it, Vossler noted that perhaps he had been wrong about the breasts of the statue, noting if anything that the bust of the statue appeared slightly smaller than the bust of the princess in the dress. Clearly this dress was designed to accentuate the bust. The princess glanced nervously at the two men.

"Your highness, we need to ensure your pose is as close as possible to that of the sculpture. When we petrify you it will take a moment for the effect to be complete as it seems the amulet does work, but the petrifaction is not instant as it would be from the glare of a cockatrice. You'll remain aware the entire time, but senses will be dulled. Sight will be dimmed, hearing muffled. Your sense of smell and taste will be gone totally. "

"I understand," the princess said.  She glanced at the pedestal she was to stand on, with a pole standing in wet clay. There was a strange belt like item attached to it, but with straps that if worn on the waist appeared as if they would tie around her

"To ensure you remain stable, your highness, we plan to have the, um, belt attach you securely to the pole. It, er, will be held onto your waist and legs. Your feet will sink into the clay slightly and keep you attached to the pedestal. Your dress will conceal everything else. When you are petrified, we will fill the skirt of your dress with clay so that it will be less fragile."

"And how am I supposed to attach the belt? The dress will get in my way."

The two men in the room looked puzzled.

"Vossler, as I explained, I would be hiding all the clothing I was wearing in a leather bag concealed in the skirt of the dress. Other than this dress I am naked. You only warned me about the clay."

Realisation dawned partially upon them. The princess sighed.

"Vossler, hurry and attach the belts before the clay sets."

She stood onto the pedestal, hiking the skirt up so Vossler could reach the support belt. She felt herself sink into the clay slightly, bare feet sinking in. Then she felt the belt draw tight around her waist and let out a gasp. The belts that were tightened around her legs were drawn tight also, but not too tight.  Vossler quickly withdrew and the princess let go of her skirt. As she stood on the pedestal beside the near finished statue of herself feeling the clay set around her bare toes, the sculptor began to subtly adjust her pose and ensure her skirt covered over the edge of the pedestal and would stop the clay escaping. Soon, she was in a near identical pose to the incomplete statue beside her. Vossler put the amulet on, and prepared the needle.

"You might feel some discomfort as you petrify, princess. But you shouldn't feel the needle. It will be absorbed into your skin."

She nodded slightly, trying to keep her face impassive. Then the needle went in, into her hand, and as predicted, she did not feel it. But it took all her self control not to shudder as a wave of cold feeling swept out from the point the needle had entered. It moved through her body, until she felt numb all over. She realised that even if she wanted to move, she could not. She felt herself grow colder and colder, and her vision dimmed slightly. Vossler and the sculptor stood before her, watching her. And then suddenly, the cold feeling was gone. In a way all feeling was gone. It was strange, for she felt every part of her body but at the same time did not.

The two men before her watched as the flicker of uncertainty passed over her eyes, but quickly faded. She stood still as the needle vanished into her skin, which began to turn pale. From where the needle had went in, her skin turned the palest, before a grey tone began emerging. The dress she wore took the same colouration, the white silk turning grey. The sculptor stared at her eyes, as they turned first glassy, then pure white, before turning grey. Then the end of the transformation as a faint crackling sound became audible. And then it was done. Vossler saw her skin and dress begin to shine in the faint torchlight of the studio. The sculptor watched her eyes turn to polished marble. She was a statue, a completed version of the unfinished sculpture beside her.

"It's done, Princess. We will recover you as soon as we can." Vossler told her. He sounded muffled, and she realised that it must be the petrifaction dulling her senses. She could not smell the oil from the lantern. Her eyes were locked facing directly forward and try as she could, she could not move them or even make them truly focus. They just stared, straight ahead. Hopefully, she thought, it will be more interesting inside the palace. Then she noticed the sculptor moving behind her, and felt a slight vibration from the dress behind her. She presumed the sculptor had drilled a small hole into the dress. Then she felt some cold, slimy liquid begin to pool around her petrified feet, with some splashes hitting her petrified legs and buttocks. Suddenly she realised. The feeling of the clay. It was colder, wetter, slimier than it had been around her feet. The petrifaction had enhanced the sense of touch and feeling.

Then it dawned on her. This clay would be hardening around her private parts. What would that feel like, she wondered.  The answer came about half an hour later as the clay reached that high. The clay up to her ankles felt set, and the clay surrounding up to her knees felt like it was near set. But as the cold clay washed over intimate areas, she would have gasped were she not inanimate stone. Soon, the skirt was full of clay to the drilled hole, and she felt the sculptor gently mould the clay back into the shape of the skirt. As she felt the drying effect of the clay rise up and up, she wished to gasp again. But all she could do was gasp in her mind and stare forward. She did not know how long she had been petrified.

It had in fact been two hours, and the sculptor gently painted the dried clay that sealed the hole to the same texture as the statue. She was complete.

"Princess, it's now time for us to put the cloth over you. It will get darker, but do not be alarmed. You are safe. In twelve days you will be moved. But until then I'm afraid you must remain concealed."

And when the world disappeared under the blackness of the cloth, she agreed with him. Held to the pedestal tightly by a skirt filled with clay, she waited. And waited.

Under the cloth, little light passed in. She had no sense of time, and whiled the time away with daydreams. In her head, she mentally recited back the stories, poems and legends she had been taught as she grew up. When she ran out of those, she tried to invent her own. By the time she had began writing her second story in her own mind, she felt herself moved. Careful, gentle movements, then the feeling of being gently laid down upon something soft like hay.

The sculptor looked nervously at the cloth-covered statue lying on the hay in the back of his cart as he drove it to the palace. He prayed she had remained sane. He could not tell her what was going on, for the soldiers that had come to collect the statue escorted him to the palace.

Soon after, she felt herself gently lifted back up to stand. The heavy cloth over her was gently lifted away and as the light flooded in, she felt the urge to close her eyes. But they could not close, and she had to endure the strange pain of the light flooding into her eyes. When the pain cleared, she saw she was in a hall of the palace. The sculptor and three Archadian soldiers stood before her.

"Yes, it will be a fine monument. Cover it with a silk sheet. We shall unveil it next week."

Another week of darkness, she thought, but the silk sheet let in more light than the heavy cloth had. She waited a week. And heard the noise of tables being laid as what she presumed the end of the week to be approached. And that night, she saw light again. And a crowd. A crowd that applauded as the sheet was removed from her.

They are applauding me, she thought. Applauding a memorial to me. A memorial to pacify them. But I know my people. They applaud because for now there is no choice. They pretend to accept I am dead but know I live.

She truly wished then that she could simply leap from the pedestal and reveal the truth, but the last few weeks of standing still had made sure she did not even try.

"It's a wonderful statue." A noblewoman said, standing just below the vision of the petrified princess. She sounded older than the princess, perhaps about twenty five, and had her husband beside her. The princess felt sorrow as the memories of her all too brief marriage flooded in. One night as husband and wife, then the enemy invaded. They had consummated the union, and she felt both happiness and sorrow as she recalled that neither of them had gone into the marital bed as virgins. The marriage may have been partially arranged, but it had been true love, love that they had expressed for each other countless times before the wedding. She did not know if her father knew that she had been living in sin with her future husband for nearly a year before they were wed, but she did not care. The ceremony had only made it official. They had been joined as one long before the wedding. If only she had just one more day to tell him

She wished she could let the tears fall as the memories flooded in of what she had lost. But what the woman's husband said made her snap back to the present

"Indeed. A fitting memorial to her. And considering all she lost, who could blame her for what she has done?"

"Yes. It must have taken some courage."

The two nobles, unseen by the princess, had been looking around to ensure the coast was clear. Then the woman whispered.

"No one suspects a thing, your highness. We are all with you." She whispered to her handkerchief.

"We hope to recover you within a month." The nobleman said, apparently into his glass of wine.

The crowds filtered past her, and she heard more than one comment on how beautiful the sculpture was. More than one commented that the stone was almost so lifelike, that only the colour and texture set her apart from the real princess. And though she was indeed stone, in her heart she felt nothing but a steel resolve to see this through. And when she was no longer her own memorial, she would show the enemy the error they had made in attacking her nation, and murdering her subjects. She would make them pay in blood for every soldier. For every citizen. For her father. For her husband.

Now she was unveiled, passage of time was now something she could roughly gauge. The morning came, and the hall was opened to the public. The masses of Rabanastre came to pay respects to their princess, respects that had been denied by the occupying imperials. A commotion around noon (she assumed noon as the sun shone thorough the stained glass windows from high in the sky) saw a man dragged from the hall as he yelled that it was not right the people should accept a lump of rock as a memorial to the princess. That the imperials, rather than make an empty apology with a statue, should have simply given her a true funeral rather than a midnight burial.

But other than that, no one spoke to the statue. She could not see them properly, but she felt them all stare. She did not see some place flowers at the base of the pedestal. She did not know the soldiers flanking her were even there, nor did she know they were disobeying an order by letting anyone place flowers. They would not be punished.
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« Reply #1 on: February 04, 2008, 01:10:17 PM »

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Heh, too big to fit it all in one post  Smiley

The next day, nothing. No sign of anyone. Just a few people wandering through the hall. And the day after that, the same. And again for three more days until in the morning of the seventh (or eighth?) day stood as her own memorial, did a maid come to her. The girl nervously set up a stepladder in front of her. The girl climbed up, and the princess noted as the girl mostly filled her vision, that the imperials had changed the uniform of the maids. The skirt was shorter. Scandalously shorter. The maid would have difficulty preserving modesty standing still. She looked about sixteen or seventeen, a pretty brunette girl wearing the modified black maids uniform. Ashe could see that the stockings she had seen maids wear were now gone, presumably by order of some pervert imperial.

She saw the maid look to the left, and blush. Wolf whistles indicated that two imperial soldiers were passing by, and were not being polite enough to look away from the unfortunate girl. The princess felt sympathy as the girl blushed, staring into her petrified eyes in embarrassment. It had been the first pair of eyes Ashe had seen for a long time, and she noted that the girl had beautiful eyes.

Ashe could not see that the two soldiers were still standing below, looking at the maid as she tried to do her job. Ashe felt the feathers of the duster gently sweep over her, noting how much they tickled where they touched skin. Ashe noticed a spear move away from the stepladder with a rag on the end. The maid, still blushing, turned around and looked confused when she could not see the rag. She gasped when she saw the spear.

"Hey, give me that!"

"Stand on top of the stepladder, gorgeous, and we'll think about giving you it back,"  one of the soldiers jeered. The girl hesitated, and did so. Ashe saw the short skirt swish up and show the girl's white underwear for a second, and realised that the soldiers wanted a clear view up her skirt.

"Please, can I get it back now? They want me to polish all the statues in the west wing before lunch." She begged pitifully. The spear swung over. She grabbed the rag and turned back to the statue. Ashe saw the girl blink back the tears as she put wax polish onto the rag. The sensation of the girl gently cleaning her overruled her thoughts for a few seconds, but she regained control and wondered more about what else the imperials had changed, now that the maids had been relegated to mere objects. She lost it momentarily when the polishing reached her breasts. Then she realised the irony. The princess and heir to the throne was a mere object, and so were the lowest subjects. She grew even more determined to liberate her nation.

It was another four days before anything interesting happened. She heard the clank of armour, and heard a male voice mutter apparently to himself.

"A damn waste. If the princess looked anything like this sculpture it was a damn waste. Pretty girl like her. Shouldn't have killed herself. Should have lived. Maybe we could have got her in a maids uniform..."

The man started laughing to himself.

"Yeah, that would have been hot. A royal maid."

She heard him laugh and mumble more, before she heard him clank away. She heard something being dragged towards her and suddenly had the soldier's helmet stare her in the face. Had he realised the truth? He reached up and threw his helmet to the floor. She could not help but notice as his face filled her locked vision, that he was clearly drunk.

And then the drunken soldier kissed her. She felt sick, not even marvelling at the fact she felt sick when there was no possible way she ever could be sick. She felt his wet mouth drool over her petrified face, felt his sickening slobbers drift south, kissing her throat. Her chest. Her breasts.

"Damn, wish she were real. Not a statue. She were real I'd be rippin' that skirt off."

The soldier paused, and then gave her one last kiss, slobbering all over her once more. Then he left.

She was horrified to see him return the next night. More slobber. Two more nights, and then he stopped. She was not complaining, but wondered why. The maid came back and answered her query the next morning.

"Sick bastard." She muttered as the stepladder moved into place. She climbed up, rag and wax polish ready.

"No respect. None of them. Scum." The maid muttered. The princess knew she meant the imperials, and one soldier in particular.

"Shouldn't have just sent that ass home. Should have executed him." She growled. Ashe noted that the polishing by the maid seemed to be polishing very hard, and for a moment she was worried the maid would damage her in her anger. But soon, the maid was done, and climbed back down.

"There you are, your highness. Clean again." The maid said. Ashe thanked her in her mind, unaware that these words would be the last human contact she would have other than the occasional polish for the rest of her time standing in the hall. Weeks passed, before she heard whispers. And then felt the needle absorbed into her hand. She felt a warm wave sweep out from where the needle had been absorbed, felt like shuddering as it moved, but she could not. Soon, her eyesight grew a little brighter. Then she blinked. For the first time in months, she blinked. She looked down, her movements stiff. Vossler and two men stood before her

"Hail, princess. We hope you were not bored waiting for us."

She grinned, and tried to step down, before remembering the clay. Vossler handed her a hammer.

"We must move quickly." He urged her. She swung the hammer and cracked the clay, then had Vossler reach up to undo the belts that had helped hold her in place. She tried to step down, but stumbled. The three men raced to catch her.

"My apologies. I'm still a little stiff."

"Quickly, your highness, we must leave."

The princess abandoned her modesty and threw the dress off. She did not bother wiping off any of the clay still stuck to her, and simply pulled the clothing from the bag that had been encased in clay as long as her legs. She dressed, the three men looking the other way, and was soon ready to leave.

"I presume the enemy are not as alert?"

"No. We can leave the country now. But we shall return and remove the enemy from it as soon as we are ready."

The princess smiled, even as she tried to get used to mobility again.

"Excellent. I had much time to think of ways to hurt them whilst I was... In hiding, shall we say?"

"If you wish, my lady. Though I must say it was a shame that such a beautiful statue be destroyed."

The group was ready to leave, but left a message to the enemy. And by the time the note that informed the imperials of what had truly been standing in the palace for the last few weeks had been discovered along with shattered clay and a discarded dress, the former statue was far away and plotting her revenge upon them.
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« Reply #2 on: February 06, 2008, 01:01:51 AM »

Well I enjoyed this, even though I never really got into FF12 since it's petrification effect kinda turned me off.  That game would have been much better if something like this had happened in it.  I know, no chance of that.

Using a golden needle to inflict petrify, instead of cure it, was a nice touch.  Was there actually an accessory in the game that could invert the effects of curative items?  I can't really remember if there was or not, it's been too long.
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« Reply #3 on: February 06, 2008, 02:08:08 AM »

Well I enjoyed this, even though I never really got into FF12 since it's petrification effect kinda turned me off.  That game would have been much better if something like this had happened in it.  I know, no chance of that.

Using a golden needle to inflict petrify, instead of cure it, was a nice touch.  Was there actually an accessory in the game that could invert the effects of curative items?  I can't really remember if there was or not, it's been too long.

There was. It's called the Nihopaloa (or something like that) and if you get to a certain clan rank you can buy it for 30000 gil. You can also find one later in the game IIRC. It reverses the effect of any item and was useful for making statues as well as fighting tougher enemies.

I've put an "uncensored" version of the FFX-2 story up as a .txt attachment, because it's a little more explicit than the FF12 story. But here is a "censored" version that has removed some of the more explicit scenes. The attachment is down at the bottom of this post. If anyone has any comments on my idea of "censoring" it a little, please post them. And if anyone has trouble reading the attachment say and I'll PM you the uncensored story.

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ASFR Story 2|[FFX-2] Trophy Thief

The gullwings, Yuna, Rikku, and Paine, had once again encountered the foot soldiers of LeBlanc's syndicate. Both had heard rumours of a powerful sphere within underground catacombs below the calm plains. LeBlanc had decided that it would be simpler to wait on another band of sphere hunters to wander into the caves below. First, of course, they had to reveal the entrance, which would most likely be booby trapped. LeBlanc had cursed as she watched the gullwings discover the trap and disarm it, the hail of poisoned arrows shooting off into the rock face opposite the entrance.

They had tailed them cautiously, making sure to remain unseen but also that they would not set off any extra traps. After almost an hour of following the gullwings, seeing them disable trap after trap, she grew bored and was tempted to order her minions to attack. And suddenly, as Rikku stepped onto a seemingly innocuous patch of rock, there came a bright flash. LeBlanc watched in joy as the booby-trap activated, and in a flash, the al-bhed girl was transformed into stone. LeBlanc growled in anger when she noted that the other two remained unharmed. She was even more annoyed when Yuna tossed a soft at the newly-made statue, just in time for Rikku to dodge the rock that fell from the roof. Had it struck her whilst petrified, it would have no doubt shattered her into a million pieces.

LeBlanc was in two minds about this. On one hand, the less rivals, the better. On the other, for a bisexual woman like she was, it would have been a shame to see any beautiful person killed in such a manner. Especially when they had made such an exquisite work of art. It had also been a shame in a way to see her turned back. She could think of no better fate than for the gullwings to be petrified in a damp cave, left for all eternity out of her way with only the cave bats and moss for company.

Actually, in hindsight, perhaps she could.

Eventually, they reached the end of the caverns and found a mausoleum. There looked to be only one way out, and LeBlanc was prepared if that was the case. Her minions spread out along the escape route, but she kept enough to attack. They were sent in after the gullwings, ordered to wait for them to find the sphere.

"There should probably be something waiting for them. If it hasn't killed them, it should soften them up." She ordered her troops. And then she moved back out of the caverns. Passing a waterfall, she wondered where the river led. And when she saw some of her minions had found their way down onto a ledge below,she had a new plan.

"Rikku! Take the sphere!" Yuna yelled, tossing the loot to the nimble al-bhed girl as she fought off a member of the LeBlanc syndicate. Rikku grabbed the sphere in mid-air, bouncing off the head of a flailing syndicate minion who had made a futile grab for it.

"Run out with it! We'll hold them back and catch up." Paine ordered.

"Sure." Rikku agreed, bolting for the exit. She dodged another few diving syndicate troops before fleeing the room. Behind her, Paine and Yuna completed the task.

After she had evaded a few ambushes, LeBlanc's troops feared she would be furious. To their surprise, she seemed unconcerned. Watching from the ledge below the waterfall, she knew that Rikku would not evade their next trap.

The al-bhed thief had not slowed down, the dress sphere she wore giving her supernatural stamina. She ran past the waterfall, along the high ledge. She never saw the grenade land beside her and hurl her over the edge.  Before she knew what was going on, she was in the river below. And as she tried to struggle against the fast flowing water, she still kept a hold of the sphere. A hand shot into the water and grabbed her ankle, and the dazed girl was yanked onto dry land. Coughing and sputtering, she held onto the sphere still, and took a few moments too long to look up and see what had saved her. When she did, her eyes grew wide in horror. LeBlanc's face stared back down with a grin of victory. She saw three of her minions, two men and a woman, chanting behind her. Preparing spells to attack her. Rikku's face changed from shock to anger.

"You..." Rikku snarled, but was cut off as green lights flickered in the air around her for a second. She never said anything after that as the stop spell took effect. She froze instantly, the words freezing in her throat as the girl was suspended in time. She still glistened wet, but if left like this she would never dry. LeBlanc laughed in joy. She had won! She grabbed the sphere from the frozen arms of the girl, and kissed her forehead

"Thank you, my love. It's a most kind pair of gifts you have given me. This wonderful sphere, and yourself." LeBlanc turned to her minions and gave them their orders. "Get her back to base by tonight. Naked. But still frozen, still in that pose. Make sure she comes back, by nightfall."

The three nodded. LeBlanc had picked them especially for the task. Had Rikku been killed by the blast, the woman was her strongest swimmer and would have followed the sphere to the end of the river if she had to.  The shorter of the men had lighting reflexes and had been the one to grab Rikku from the river, and had the sphere fallen in, would have tried to grab it before the woman had to swim to chase it. The last man was one of her most proficient magic users. His spells were expertly cast and rarely missed.

One last look at what she and her minons had caught. The girl was on her knees, one hand helping to prop her up, the other now empty. The frozen snarl of rage was still on her face, and her clothes and skin were of course still soaked. The wet bikini top clung onto the girl's breasts, nipples poking through the fabric. Her soaking hair drooped down her neck and back, away from her face.

That night, Rikku had been left in a side room of the LeBlanc hideout in Guadosalam. Nothing had changed with her. She remained soaking wet, in the same pose. No one had entered since the frozen girl had been left inside the small room which contained only a table. Outside, LeBlanc had assembled her henchmen. At least, those of them who would be interested in a frozen naked female.

"Inside this room is the trophy we acquired to celebrate the victory over the wretched dullwings. Though it appears the other two escaped, we have captured the third. She is ours, to do as I wish. And I intend that she become a living monument to today, and to her own defeat. Every evening, she will be returned to flesh but left frozen in time. She will then be redressed, repetrified, and taken to decorate my private chambers." She ordered. "However, tonight I shall do this duty. Tomorrow, I expect volunteers."

LeBlanc entered the room as her troops dispersed. She knelt in front of Rikku, staring into the frozen eyes for a few moments before trying to manipulate the face of the frozen beauty. By gently pushing and squeezing the frozen muscles like clay, she soon had Rikku's enraged snarl converted to a stone faced blank expression. She gave the girl a single kiss on the lips, before pushing the living statue gently onto its back. LeBlanc smiled at the stiff girl seemingly kneeling on thin air, and began gently levering her legs flat. Soon, she picked Rikku up, and with further manipulation, had the girl in a standing pose, standing straight with arms at her sides.

"Now to sculpt." LeBlanc told the frozen girl. "You're my clay."

She stroked the breasts of the girl, now looking like they defied gravity, or as if some other force was pulling them forward and away from her body rather than towards the ground. She considered trying to flatten them back to look as if gravity held power over the time-frozen chest, but decided that they looked firmer this way. She had a strange sort of beauty, cute yet also sexy. Her blonde hair was in numerous braids, and LeBlanc pondered what this girl would look like with the hair just flowing down her shoulders and back.

But for now, the sculpting would be simple enough. Maybe something that pretended to be innocent. LeBlanc knew this little thief was anything but innocent. She had been a thorn in her side for too long, though to be in her way for a moment was a moment too long. So an illusion of innocence. She manipulated the frozen arms gently, the right to cover her breasts, the left, hiding her pubic region. The end result of her blank face and nude pose made her look like she was embarrassed. Well, it was expected of her having only just started a new job and a new life.

She had been sculpted. It was time to dry the clay off. LeBlanc began to concentrate on the spell she needed, and with a whispered chant, cast it upon the inanimate girl before her. Soft but still skin grew hard, the dirty blonde hair that looked as if it should have been vibrant and alive but instead was frozen solid started to look as stiff as it truly was. She began to turn grey. Frozen vibrant life becoming dull and monotone grey for a fleeting instant. Then vibrant was back. Life was back. Frozen was back. But this time, it was captured not in frozen life, but as if it had instead been breathed into the stone she now was.

Smooth marble legs that drifted up to the stony hips and hand that barely concealed her nether regions. Flat toned rock formed her stomach and drifted up to beautiful, immortal globes of stone below the smooth pillar of her arm. Her jaw, cheeks, lips, nose, eyes, all frozen in stone. The eyes were blank marble balls staring into nothing. Every strand of hair had become stone and proved she was once alive, for no sculptor could ever craft such detail straight from the stone.

"A masterpiece." LeBlanc said simply, placing a kiss onto the stone lips. She summoned her henchmen, and the masterpiece was moved. What had been once been Rikku of the gullwings, one of Lady Yuna's guardians, a vibrant and peppy young woman, was now a decoration for LeBlanc's bedchamber. 

LeBlanc could now think of no better fate for the gullwings than to be petrified and admired as mere objects for the rest of existence. After all, they weren't good at much else. Spherehunters? Incompetent amateurs. People? Yuna may have saved the world but she was an airhead. Vapid. Unwilling to exploit the adoration the world held for her for gain. And the other girl, Paine. A lesbian, likely. Not that LeBlanc had any objections to that of course, but she preferred her men to be men and her women to be women. But Paine had her charms. That ass for one.

But as the dreams of the future went through her mind, LeBlanc just lay back on her bed, staring at the present. Rikku, now her statue. Her decoration. LeBlanc lay there appreciating the statue, her own eyes never moving off the blank marble globes in the head of the statue.

Eventually she stood, moving to the statue  She kissed the statue once more.

"It is so much easier to appreciate beauty when it's annoying voice is silenced, don't you think, Rikku?" She taunted the statue.

Eventually, time came to change the pose and her clothes. The statue's birthday had been yesterday, so it had worn it's birthday suit. Today, it would wear a dress. But for now, it was returned to flesh. Rikku's stone skin turned back to the bronzed flesh it had been the day before, but remained as stiff as if it remained petrified. Minions dressed her, slipping white panties up the stiff legs. A matching bra was slipped onto her, the minions roughly tugging and yanking her limbs to get access. The dress was last. White again. A toga, looped over one shoulder and loosely held over her chest and legs. The hemline was high, mere inches from the toga being nothing more than a long shirt. The new clothes and the frozen girl were petrified duly.
 
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« Reply #4 on: February 06, 2008, 02:08:44 AM »

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When she was delivered to the bedroom, LeBlanc kissed her again in greeting. She had been dreaming all day of this encounter, barely even listening to her researchers as they puzzled over what the sphere they had recovered could do. The leader of the sphere hunting syndicate lay her head in between the legs of the frozen girl and stared at the petrified panties. They clung to her form, leaving nothing to the imagination. But then again, LeBlanc had seen her in her all. As the second orgasm the statue gave her in two nights washed over her, LeBlanc pondered who else had been fortunate enough to have seen the beauty that was petrified before her in the nude. Few had seen her in the perfect petrified nude form. LeBlanc allowed the statue to decorate her room as she was given a massage, looking all the while at the petrified girl.

"I quite liked the Shrine maiden uniform yevonite girls once wore." She said almost idly as the four women assigned to redress the statue were moving her out. "You know, the dancing dress in spring and summer. The loose little top over a red bikini. The veils attached to their wrists and ankles that led back towards their waists. Those gold belted skirts made of strips of multicoloured cloth. The red thong panties. And nothing else. Can we get that, I ponder?"

And indeed, when she found her newest and most versatile decoration later that night, she had recieved what she had asked for. The statue was bombarded with caresses and kisses. The four women fell upon it like wild animals, groping the statue. The toga was battered, and crumbling under their less than gentle assault. They had only ten minutes to finally unpetrify her, dress and pose her. LeBlanc had been looking forward once more. But what she had been told of the Sphere's powers had already made the day perfect.

"It's the ultimate dress sphere. It can weave clothes by magic. Anything the wearer desires. Or rather, anything the user desires." The scientist told her bluntly.

"Your new toy, for example. You can dress it in anything. This sphere can mimic other dress spheres and make them affect a target." Another helpfully said. LeBlanc grinned, and took the sphere.

"So you say that if I were to want that girl there." She said, pointing to a female goon by the door. "To suddenly be in just a pair of panties, all I need is this sphere?"

They nodded. The girl was out of earshot but looked towards the trio with a puzzled expression.

"How?"

"Like a spell. Just cast it." The first scientist said.  Before he had finished the words, the goon had let out a gasp of surprise as the pink bodysuit she had worn had vanished, replaced with a pair of black, almost transparent panties.

LeBlanc smiled as her near-nude minion squirmed. Her favourite statue was to become so much easier to alter with this new discovery...

Soon, Rikku came under another barrage of kissing and caressing, from Leblanc and LeBlanc alone. The shrine maiden uniform was perfect, but she could now replace it. She began tugging at the petrified clothing, snapping it away from Rikku. Soon, she was staring at her now nude statue.

"I have a gift for you, Rikku. New clothes."

She cast the spell through the sphere. In an instant, Rikku was clothed in a revealing bikini, with only that plus gloves and boots resembling animal paws between the petrified girl and a return to nudity. LeBlanc had combined the spell with the berserker dress sphere and it had reacted well with the statue. The new clothes were not stone, but still they looked perfect on the statue. LeBlanc purred with delight and began attacking the statue once more.

Rikku's fate was now certain. LeBlanc would never give her new stone mannequin up for anything. And Rikku would never know the fate she had suffered, for her mind was still frozen at the instant she had been captured.
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« Reply #5 on: February 07, 2008, 05:36:03 PM »

What I can say... WOW  Shocked
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« Reply #6 on: February 08, 2008, 06:20:18 AM »

Here's the last story, as an uncesnsored .txt file only because though it's not quite as explicit as the FFX2 one, it wouldn't work to be edited to remove some of the more questionable references IMO.
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« Reply #7 on: February 09, 2008, 01:25:30 AM »

Nice!  I especially liked the FF4 story, although I don't think you did Edward justice.  He could do more than just hide!  Like, um...er.....SING!  Yeah...

By the way, are you going to do a sequel for the X-2 story?  The way LeBlanc was planning to add Yuna and Paine to her collection seemed like a good set up for another part or two.
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« Reply #8 on: February 09, 2008, 10:13:48 AM »

FFX is nice, especially when you've played the game. i find it easier to imagine the character and her petrification abilities?  lolx
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« Reply #9 on: February 10, 2008, 10:59:27 AM »

Nice!  I especially liked the FF4 story, although I don't think you did Edward justice.  He could do more than just hide!  Like, um...er.....SING!  Yeah...

By the way, are you going to do a sequel for the X-2 story?  The way LeBlanc was planning to add Yuna and Paine to her collection seemed like a good set up for another part or two.
If people want it to be so, it shall be so.  Smiley

Going to try and write a few of the "runners up" from the poll, probably the FF8 and FF6 ones. I think I'll be changing the FF9 one to match Vincenzo's idea, because I've thought of how to make that one into a long winded statue story!
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« Reply #10 on: February 11, 2008, 09:24:42 AM »

GREAT  Cheesy
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