Farah's Time Crush, a prince of persia fanfic

Chapter One: Farah's Time Crush

Kaileena, the Empress of Time, admired the features of her favorite sigil. She was going to start making it in only a little while, and she couldn't wait to find out how. Reaching out, she took hold of a cage full of butterflies, feeling tired after eons of work.

"Shahdee, I am bored," said Kaileena after a moment. "What entertainment can you offer me today?"

Shahdee was a tall woman with short dark hair and an immensely curvaceous form. She moved forward, hips swing, and Kaileena admired her thong-clad rump. Such a beautiful creature she was.

"My Queen, I have detected a ship near here," said Shahdee, motioning to the sigil. Kaileen brushed a lock of black hair as the sigil's expression shifted. Kaileena wondered what her name was.

Either way, the sigil opened a time portal, and Kaileena looked at a ship on the sea. At the edge of it was a familiar, beautiful, dark-haired woman. She wore only a skirt that bared her thighs and a red top that showed off her ample cleavage. Yet she had an innocent element to her Kaileena enjoyed.

"It bears the daughter of the Maharajah who stole the Hourglass of Time before," said Shahdee. "Her name is Farah."

Kaileena smiled at the sigil's change of expression. What was happening was dawning on her now. "Does it?

"Well, that provides me an excellent source of entertainment. Hmm, Farah, is it? Quite beautiful.

"Let us scan our possible futures and prepare her a proper reception.

"Now, let's see..." Reaching out, Kaileena reached to grasp a butterfly held in a cage. Taking it out, Kaileena was pleased to see the sigil open a portal to a desert. "I shall release a butterfly just here..."

"What are you doing, Empress?" asked Shahdee.

"When a butterfly flaps its wings in the desert, Shahdee, it causes a hurricane. That hurricane just happens a thousand miles away," said Kaileena. "Farah's ship is a thousand miles away from this butterfly."

A storm hit, and Farah was flung overboard.

It was cold on the beach.

Farah, Princess of India, woke up and found herself lying on a beach of white sand. Looking around, Farah saw the rotting frame of a ship and found her feet soaked. Pulling up off the shore, she dusted herself off and shivered. Looking out to sea, she saw the mist coming in. Looking inland, she saw cliffs.

"...Oh, what happened?" asked Farah, speaking to keep herself motivated. "There was a storm and... I'm shipwrecked."

With nothing else to do, Farah began to walk along the shore as best she could. Her bare feet on the sand were even colder, and she did not like the look of those birds hanging around. Holding herself, Farah walked as quickly as she could along the shore. She was wondering where she was and how to get home.

She hoped the crew of her ship were alright.

"Hello?!" called Farah as she walked. "Is anyone there?"

Her voice echoed long and far, returning to her. No one came out to meet her or answered. Farah now felt more alone than she ever had before in her life and didn't like it one bit. Moving onward, she finally came to what looked to be a tunnel. There was an entrance to what seemed a temple, but it looked like a ruin, with cracked pillars.

Then Farah noticed the sigil above the doors. It was a bright golden symbol that seemed to be of a woman. But it was like the woman had been compressed flat with her head and upper body splayed across her hips. Farah could not help but think she'd seen it somewhere before. "That sigil... I remember it. It is on the Hourglass of Time.

"Could I be on the Island of Time now?

"Father stole the Hourglass of Time from this place, did he not? I... I think I'd better be careful.

"Perhaps I could introduce myself to the Empress and offer myself as a hostage? I do not think I will be able to escape on my own."

"So, you are the new arrival, then?" asked a voice.

Farah whirled around and found her lips inches away from a radiantly, beautiful woman. She had looked like a pale version of Farah, only in a black leather outfit with even darker hair. "I... you were expecting me?"

"Of course I was," said the woman. "Princess Farah, we anticipated your arrival some time ago. The Empress of Time has ordered that you will be given our hospitality."

Farah nodded.

It was far better than she ought to have expected. "I am... grateful for your kindness."

Shahdee looked over Farah's body and finally nodded and smiled. "Follow me then."

Farah followed Shahdee through the fortress. There were signs of the floor collapsing into the land to leave voids beneath. But there were also more sigils on every hall, radiating an eerie golden light. There were many expressions on them as well, anger, fear, resignation, even peace. And Farah still felt that sense of familiarity. The pale light showed in through holes in the walls, and Farah wondered why anyone would live here.

"This place... it seems almost a ruin," said Farah.

"We spend most of our time in different timelines," said Shahdee. "The past, present, and future in this place all intersect. Now follow me."

Soon enough, they came into a balcony over a great void. At the edge of it, there were flowing waves of sand before them. Farah stared at it as Shahdee led her forward. "What...

"What is this thing?"

"This is a time portal," said Shahdee. "They are all over the island, come, the Empress awaits."

"Yes," said Farah.

Shahdee stepped into the sand and was raised up into the air. For a moment, she glowed, and then she was gone. Looking around, Farah moved forward into the sand and felt it run through her skirt. Raising upwards, she cried out as there was a flash.

A moment later, Farah was standing in the same place, but Shahdee was there. All around them was a well-constructed palace with red banners all around.

"Where are we?" asked Farah.

"In the past, thousands upon thousands of years ago at that. Now come," said Shahdee.

And on they went.

Eventually, Shahdee led Farah through the halls and into a vast circular chamber. There was a staircase leading up to a throne. And just below the throne was a dais where something, perhaps an hourglass might have rested. Farah remembered the Hourglass of Time from back at Father's palace.

He'd always been so proud of getting it.

Now she wondered if that pride might not be her downfall. The Empress of Time was surely angry at her for what happened. On the walls were a variety of mirrors at different angles. Looking down at the floor, however, Farah saw what appeared to be a sigil. It stood at the dead center of the room and had on it the same emblem of a golden woman. Yet it was glowing faintly now.

"Step onto this sigil," said Shahdee.

Not wanting to disobey her host, Farah moved forward and stepped down. The sigil looked remarkably like Farah, come to think of it. Same facial structure and hair. "Like this?"

"Yes, perfect," said Shahdee.

Suddenly, Farah heard a crack. Looking up, she saw a large piece of masonry falling down her. Farah hardly had time to react, let alone cry out, and then the masonry hit her head. Yet there was no pain, and everything seemed to go in slow motion. Farah felt her head begin to flatten, being collapsed down into her shoulders. Her shoulders were crushed down onto her ample breasts as her entire body fell in on itself.

She hit the ground, and the masonry shattered. Farah couldn't move an inch, but she saw a mirror on the ceiling. It gave her a perfect view of what had happened to her. Farah was as flat as nan bread, looking like a perfect disk with her features painted onto them.

And then, suddenly, the masonry reformed. Before her eyes, Farah saw the masonry repair itself and fly back up. As it did, her body returned to its original shape as the masonry hit the floor. From there, it was repaired.

Time began to flow normally again. "What the..." began Farah, looking at Shahdee for answers.

Shahdee smiled. Was she in a different place than before?

Wham.

Farah was hit by the masonry again and found the same experience going through her. Flattened, the masonry shattered around her in a different way. Farah found, however, that she was not looking up but forward. She could see the mirrors on the wall showed her now, and she had a different shape. Like before, she was flat as nan, but now her general shape was more of a butterfly. She'd been wearing a different stance, and her hands had been splayed out. Farah's breasts had been made to look far larger by being flattened.

And then the masonry reformed, and Farah found herself reverting again. Soon she was returned to normal. At once, Farah tried to move off the sigil. However, it took a moment to start reacting, and she hardly got anywhere before the masonry hit her again. Once again, Farah was flattened to the floor and saw she was at least in a vaguely humanoid shape. A bit further, and she'd have made it.

Then it reversed again, and Farah tried the other way, only to be crushed again.

And again.

And Shahdee kept watching, enjoying every moment. What was the point of this? Why was this happening? "What is... what have you done to me? Why am I..."

Wham.

"No doubt, you're very confused, Princess Farah," said Shahdee. "The Empress will explain if she so desires." And she turned to leave, sensual rump swaying with a glance back.

Farah looked for the words to reply but was flattened before she could do so. And that was what happened for a long, long time. No matter what Farah tried to do, the masonry would always hit her and render her flat. Then it would be reversed.

The only good news was that it did not hurt at all. But the surreal prison continued until, eventually, the Empress arrived with Shahdee. She was a radiantly beautiful woman, clad in flowing red garments. She looked at Farah with an appraising look.

"Hmm, she's still trying to escape," mused the Empress. "This one is determined."

"Let me go!" said Farah. "What are you-"

And then Farah was flattened again. Once again, all she could do is look at the latest variety of shapes she made when compressed.

Wham.

"You're wasting your time, Farah," said the Empress. "The rewind in time is designed to go only to just before the stone hits you. No matter what you try to do, you'll never have time to do it before you're squashed flat."

Chapter One: Farah's Time Crush

"Shahdee, I am bored," said Kaileena after a moment. "What entertainment can you offer me today?"

Shahdee was a tall woman with short dark hair and an immensely curvaceous form. She moved forward, hips swing, and Kaileena admired her thong-clad rump. Such a beautiful creature she was.

"My Queen, I have detected a ship near here," said Shahdee, motioning to the sigil. Kaileen brushed a lock of black hair as the sigil's expression shifted. Kaileena wondered what her name was.

"It bears the daughter of the Maharajah who stole the Hourglass of Time before," said Shahdee. "Her name is Farah."

Kaileena smiled at the sigil's change of expression. What was happening was dawning on her now. "Does it?

"Well, that provides me an excellent source of entertainment. Hmm, Farah, is it? Quite beautiful.

"Let us scan our possible futures and prepare her a proper reception.

"What are you doing, Empress?" asked Shahdee.

A storm hit, and Farah was flung overboard.

It was cold on the beach.

"...Oh, what happened?" asked Farah, speaking to keep herself motivated. "There was a storm and... I'm shipwrecked."

She hoped the crew of her ship were alright.

"Hello?!" called Farah as she walked. "Is anyone there?"

"Could I be on the Island of Time now?

"Father stole the Hourglass of Time from this place, did he not? I... I think I'd better be careful.

"Perhaps I could introduce myself to the Empress and offer myself as a hostage? I do not think I will be able to escape on my own."

"So, you are the new arrival, then?" asked a voice.

"Of course I was," said the woman. "Princess Farah, we anticipated your arrival some time ago. The Empress of Time has ordered that you will be given our hospitality."

Farah nodded.

It was far better than she ought to have expected. "I am... grateful for your kindness."

Shahdee looked over Farah's body and finally nodded and smiled. "Follow me then."

"This place... it seems almost a ruin," said Farah.

"We spend most of our time in different timelines," said Shahdee. "The past, present, and future in this place all intersect. Now follow me."

Soon enough, they came into a balcony over a great void. At the edge of it, there were flowing waves of sand before them. Farah stared at it as Shahdee led her forward. "What...

"What is this thing?"

"This is a time portal," said Shahdee. "They are all over the island, come, the Empress awaits."

"Yes," said Farah.

A moment later, Farah was standing in the same place, but Shahdee was there. All around them was a well-constructed palace with red banners all around.

"Where are we?" asked Farah.

"In the past, thousands upon thousands of years ago at that. Now come," said Shahdee.

And on they went.

He'd always been so proud of getting it.

Now she wondered if that pride might not be her downfall. The Empress of Time was surely angry at her for what happened. Looking down at the floor, however, Farah saw what appeared to be a sigil. It stood at the dead center of the room and had on it the same emblem of a golden woman. Yet it was glowing faintly now.

"Step onto this sigil," said Shahdee.

Not wanting to disobey her host, Farah moved forward and stepped down. The sigil looked remarkably like Farah, come to think of it. Same facial structure and hair. "Like this?"

"Yes, perfect," said Shahdee.

Time began to flow normally again. "What the..." began Farah, looking at Shahdee for answers.

Shahdee smiled. Was she in a different place than before?

Wham.

Then it reversed again, and Farah tried the other way, only to be crushed again.

And again.

And Shahdee kept watching, enjoying every moment. What was the point of this? Why was this happening? "What is... what have you done to me? Why am I..."

Wham.

"No doubt, you're very confused, Princess Farah," said Shahdee. "The Empress will explain if she so desires." And she turned to leave, sensual rump swaying with a glance back.

"Hmm, she's still trying to escape," mused the Empress. "This one is determined."

"Let me go!" said Farah. "What are you-"

And then Farah was flattened again. Once again, all she could do is look at the latest variety of shapes she made when compressed.

Wham.

"She seems to make a different shape every time it hits her," said Shahdee. "It may create alternate timelines."

"It hardly matters," said Kaileena, shrugging. "The trap is already sprung."

It reversed. Farah needed some kind of context for this, some understanding of why this was happening to her. "Please... tell me..."

Wham and rewind.

"What is going on!" said Farah.

"Oh very well," said Empress. "If you can't figure it out yourself, I'll spell it out.

"You have activated a trap that is tied to a stable time loop. When you stepped on that sigil, the stone fell at once. But it also activated a rewind power a few moments later. But the rewind power only goes back to just before the stone hits.

"That sigil operates on its own timeline.

"As a result, you will be continually pounded flat like that for all eternity if no one ends the loop."

"Why?!" cried Farah.

Wham.

"Isn't it obvious?" asked the Empress. "Your Father stole the Hourglass and Dagger of Time from me, Farah. Because of him, the Sands of Time are now in mortal hands. Such heresy demands a price, and my price is you."

Farah felt a surge of panic as time-reversed again. "Please!" She cried. "Please let me go!"

And then she was crushed down again.

"Oh, that is quite beyond my power," said the Empress. "That sigil is tied directly to the Sands of Time and draws on them with every time loop. Fortunately, you won't have to worry about being there indefinitely.

"After all, eventually, the Hourglass of Time will be empty. I will then have gathered back all of my sands again. When that day comes, I will release you from the Time loop, and I can create a new Hourglass." A surge of hope shot through Farah as the stone rose up again.

"At the rate, you are drawing on the Sands of Time, I estimate it should be..." Kaileena smiled. "Dour or five thousand years. Shahdee and I will be going to see you now."

A portal opened before them, showing another throne room. Shahdee and Kaileena moved through it. Beyond Farah saw her future self being crushed over and over again. The Sands of Time were swirling all around her, even as the loop finally ended. The stone fell a final time and squashed Farah flat.

Past Farah, meanwhile, found time rewinding again.

"Hello, Farah, you've been here a while, haven't you?" asked Kaileena, kneeling by it.

"Well," said Shahdee. "I guess she's served her sentence."

This was Farah's future she was looking at. "Release me! Please, Mistress, I beg you!"

The stone fell and silenced her. She couldn't stay in this place forever.

Kaileena glanced back and smiled. Then she drew up the flattened disc that was Farah's future self. Her expression was serene and obedient. That couldn't be her, could it? "Oh, but you are released."

"But you said that I would be restored to normal once the time loop ended," said Farah. Kaileena moved forward. Once again, Farah was crushed.

Suddenly, just before the stone fell, time froze, and Farah was trapped in place. Kaileena moved forward up to her. Farah felt the other woman's breasts pressed against her. "When did I say that?

"No, I think I have a better fate in mind for you." Kaileena raised up Farah's future self, and Farah saw that with time her skin had taken on a golden hue, rather like... the sigil at her feet. "Do you remember that sigil you saw in my throne room? I'd say you're about the same size."

Kaileena then surged in and pressed a kiss against Farah's lips. Moments later, she walked away and let the stone fall. "No..."

As Farah was crushed down, she saw Kaileena open up another portal to the same throne room. Yet the throne room was being constructed even now. And there dead center of the room, there was a void where the sigil ought to go.

Time reversed.

"No!" said Farah.

Wham. Her future self had already experienced thousands of years of this. Now she was being taken back to the past to a time before time. Even now, Kaileena was fitting Farah into the void.

"NOOOO!" cried Farah.

The stone fell a final time, and Farah was flattened. As she was, Farah began to see timelines, hundreds of different timelines. She observed the eternities of herself being hammered down in a mere instant. The Sands of Time were filtering through her. It was turning her into the artifact she'd seen Kaileena put in the far past.

In some timelines, Kaileena put Farah outside the gates. In others, she was here in the throne room or a dozen other places. All of the subtle timeline divergences, and Farah was experiencing them all.

Eventually, Farah looked at a far-off future, a back to the ruins after she'd been moved back to the far past. A portal opened, and Kaileena moved out, looking at her. "Hello, Farah, I'll bet things are looking quite a bit different to you now."

"Of course they are, Mistress," said Shahdee. "She's how we make all these portals, after all."

"Well, of course," said Kaileena, but she seemed tired. Sitting down on her throne, Kaileena looked to a cage full of butterflies. "Shahdee, I am bored. What entertainment can you offer me today?"

Author's Note:

So, this story is based on the deviantart picture, Time Loop, which features Farah in such a predicament. When writing this story, I had two goals. One, to create a context for the events of the comic so it made sense in-universe. And second, to recreate the feel of the original comic.

The original comic was designed so the last panel could also be the first and vice versa. Thus simulating the feel of a time loop. I thought that I'd try to replicate that with the dialogue.