In the process of working on my main story, I felt so compelled to add to the futa Lightning community. She deserves more of it, and I can't help but gagging when I see that futa fang shit. Sorry . . . all do respect to writers in support of that, it's just, Lightning is the most complex, unique character of the XIII series. And truthfully, it is undermining to make Lightning look like a basic bitch and put up with someone's shit. This is coming from a person who 100% completed all 3 games/side quests, and 5 star-defeated all monsters on max difficulty. Pretty much never slept until I mastered everything about the XIII series, and so I take pride and feel entitled to my interpretation of Lightning. It was a privilege to invest so much time playing this character. With that being said, I bring you the real Lightning Farron. Enjoy!
Warning: Futa!LightxJihl, smut, lemon.
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The fantastic sound of the fourth period bell echoed through the halls of Bodhum High. Like any other day, Jihl's students lined up to hand over their in-class assignments. The last student to drop her paper on Jihl's desk was, of course, Lightning.
The athlete kept her head down, refusing to acknowledge the fierce jade green eyes that were deadlocked on her. Lightning turned to go back to her seat when the worst possible thing happened—
"Lightning," the teacher said sweetly, "can I see you for a moment?"
The rose-haired student gulped. Hesitating, she looked straight into the comforting eyes of Vanille, whom was waiting for her at the door. With a sad look of despair, Lightning told her girlfriend, "Go on, Van. I'll see you at lunch."
Vanille reluctantly complied.
"Miss Dia!" Jihl hollered, stopping the red-head in her tracks. "Could you close the door, dear? Thanks!"
They were alone now, teacher and student. Lightning 's stare was as cold as ice. "What is the meaning of this?" she muttered harshly.
Jihl's eyebrow rose. "Is this the way to address your teacher?"
Lightning took a step forward, towering over her instructor's desk. "—Listen, cunt," visible anger and resentment was clear in her expression. "What went on yesterday never happened. Got it? You will never ask me to stay alone in this class again—before school, during school, or after school. I did what you asked. I fucked the shit out of you like the little slut that you are, so it's time to end to this shit."
For added affect, Lightning slammed her palms atop Jihl's desk, her intense scowl relentless. There was an extended pause, but then, a smile spread across Jihl's sultry lips. She folded her glasses and set them in front of her.
"You always were a hard case, Farron," Jihl replied simply. "So you're angry, is that it?"
"You're goddamn right I am," Lightning spat, "—for what you made me do."
"Easy, tiger," Jihl teased. The minx of a calculus teacher took a moment to admire Lightning's outfit. Basketball shorts, high black socks, and a purple t-shirt—mmm, Jihl wanted on her so bad.
The teacher cleared her throat before standing up and flattening out her skirt, trying to draw attention to her beautiful legs, which clearly wouldn't go unnoticed by Lightning.
"So what you're saying," Jihl began, "is that you hate me for spreading my legs to you, hmm?" The blonde minx twirled around her desk as Lightning remained leaning over it.
"No," Lightning breathed hard. "I hate you—for making me cheat on her." The rose-haired student's jaw clenched tight, admitting this aloud was like ripping her heart from her chest. "And I hate you," Lightning leered at her teacher from the side, "for making me feel like it was okay." She almost wanted to lash out, but she didn't, something stopped her, perhaps the awareness of her growing contradictions.
"Sweetie," Jihl whispered, lacing her arms around Lightning's middle and rubbing her chest, "you're not making sense. Look at me." The teacher planted her finger under her student's chin and redirected her gaze.
Lightning looked. She looked well, but she didn't know what she wanted more, to kiss this seductive woman, or to flee at once and expose this abuse to the world.
"Shhh," Jihl soothed, sensing the internal conflict within her victim. "Baby," she cooed, "forget Vanille—forget everything about her. I know you enjoyed fucking me."
Did she? Didn't she? Gods. Who knew? Lightning felt as disgusted as she did satisfied, but before fully collecting her thoughts, she replied, "This is it, Jihl. No more. I'm not your plaything."
Lightning shook off the hand that was caressing her face, but as she turned to walk away, Jihl latched herself full-on around Lightning's neck, anchoring them both to the spot. "Let go," the athlete snarled.
"I could," Jihl mused, "but I won't. Stay here. I know you want to feel me again," Jihl purred into Lightning's ear while nibbling on her lobe.
Lightning shuddered. For the second time, she felt herself slowly, but surely, submitting to this cruelly seductive teacher. Shivers shot up and down her spine as Jihl kissed along her neck.
"No!" Lightning steeled herself as she roughly grabbed Jihl's arms, threw her against the desk, and pinned her there. "I'm taking this to the principal," Lightning threatened, chest heaving.
While she expected Jihl to cower at this, quite the opposite happened. Jihl laughed, and not just a quick, giggly laugh, but a laugh brimming with hints of mockery and jest.
"You fool," Jihl hissed, balling her hands into fists against Lightning's chest. "Tell me," the blonde minx proposed, "what do you intend to say?" Jihl pushed hard against her, forcing her student to back off.
"Will you tell him how sweet, little Miss Nabaat forced you to bang her?" she sneered. "Will you tell him how poor, innocent Miss Nabaat forced you to cum in her four times?"
Lightning's lips parted, but nothing came out.
"Go on, love, go tell the principal," Jihl mocked, clutching Lightning's jaw between her thumb and index finger. "Because you know what I'm going to say?"
Lightning froze as Jihl tip-toed up for a kiss. "I'm going to tell him 'I was overpowered!'" A crooked smile spread on Jihl's lips. "'I tried so, soooo hard to stop her from sodomizing me, and shoving her big,'" her voice got husky, "'throbbing dick inside.''"
Lightning was overwhelmed with the possibility of the tables being turned on her. She would be thrown in jail for assault. Bye, bye Guard Corp. Bye, bye Vanille. Bye, bye future. Gods, just the thought of it was nauseating.
"So tell me again, sweetheart," Jihl's voice was like a slice of velvet cake, "are you sure you want to mess with fire?" Jihl clutched her victim's shirt and pulled them both impossibly close together. "I've been playing these games a lot longer. And I have yet to lose."
Something snapped. In the blink of an eye, Lightning had her teacher's ass on the desk as she lunged in for a kiss. Her hands flew to the buttons of Jihl's blouse as she popped them all off, ripping open the fabric to reveal the minx's huge melons.
"Nnngg," Jihl moaned as Lightning roughly groped her breasts. The student forced her tongue into the blonde's mouth and quickly dueled for control.
"Oh, Lightning," Jihl whined. "You're tooooooo strong!" she taunted, pretending to be in distress. "Oh, Lightning, this is so wrong. Stop, oh please, stopppp," Jihl dramatized.
Lightning roughly grabbed the back of Jihl's blonde head, actually causing the teacher to wince. "You've made your point, cunt" she spat gruffly. "Now, shut the fuck up." She pulled Jihl to the ground.
The teacher landed on her hands and knees, feeling her wetness already dribble down her inner thigh with no panties to stop it. When Jihl looked straight ahead she came face-to-face with Lightning's waist, and subsequently, a bulging, tented up cock.
Wasting no time, Jihl yanked down Lightning's drawers, causing her half-erect dick to spring out and nearly whack Jihl's cheek. Lightning immediately stroked herself and watched as pre-cum oozed from her tip.
"Isn't this what you wanted?" the student asked coldly, lunging forward so her dick head was pressed firmly against Jihl's pursed lips. Jihl maintained perfect eye contact while nodding in agreement. Her tongue made soft licks around her victim's tip.
"If it is, then you better suck this fucking dick, Miss Nabaat," Lightning massaged Jihl's jaw muscles, causing the teacher to lick her lips, open wide, and engulf Lightning's penis. "That's it," the student groaned, jerking a little in Jihl's seasoned mouth.
Jihl felt glorious. She loved being treated like Lightning's own personal, little whore. She loved abusing her power and influence. Everything about this situation was so fucking hot.
Jihl played with her pussy under her skirt as she sucked Lightning off. "No hands," Lightning commanded as she held Jihl's hair back and fucked her luscious mouth.
Jihl toyed with her nipples and played with her clit as she gagged on Lightning's pulsing cock. The teacher was so incredibly wet. She couldn't wait much longer, she needed a good fucking.
"Goddamnit, I'm going to blow," Lightning gasped as she pulled Jihl's head away from her bulging erection, a long trail of saliva dripped from the teacher's lips to her student's dick.
Lightning stroked herself until she jizzed all over Jihl's pretty face, neck, and tits, grunting her satisfaction as Jihl wiped up the cum on her finger and licked it off.
Lightning fought to catch her breath as Jihl's mouth was on her again, forcing the student into a second, painful, rock-hard erection. "Fuck!" Lightning hissed as she felt herself growing huge again.
"That's it, baby," Jihl stroked her.
Lightning roughly pulled Jihl from the floor and threw her front against the desk. The student came up behind her and trapped their bodies. Lightning wasted no time to slip inside Jihl's warm, gushing folds making them both moan in ecstasy.
"Shit!" Jihl gasped for air, her cunt clenching down so fucking tight on Lightning's huge dick, stretching to accommodate its size.
But Lightning forced herself in. She didn't care about being gentle or considerate. It was clear to her that Jihl didn't want that. She had been egging her on this whole time, daring Lighting to do her worst and so needed obliging.
"Oh! There! That's it!" Jihl whined as she wrapped her arm around Lightning's neck from behind, forcing their bodies closer together as her student pounded into her.
"Oh, gods!" Jihl moaned.
The sound of smacking flesh intensified the pleasure. With her hands around Jihl's hips, Lightning was basically slamming into this amazing temptress. There was a sense of untamed wildness that usurped her inhibitions. She held nothing back.
Little did they both know, someone was outside the door listening to the desperate moans and cries of ecstasy. The red-headed eavesdropper had a hand over her mouth, in complete shock of everything she was hearing.
"Fuck me harder!" Jihl loudly demanded.
Vanille's eyes widened. She glanced around to make sure she was still the only one in the hallway.
"Oh, your dick—so, nnnngh! Fucking big!" Jihl raunchily declared, followed by a loud grunt from the student.
"Goddamnit—Miss Nabaat—so fucking tight," Lightning growled.
Vanille 'eeped' at this, and quickly realized that it came out a little louder than she intended. The moaning suddenly stopped, and the world stood still for a moment. Vanille covered her mouth trying to control her breathing.
"What the fuck was that?" Lightning asked lowly, a hint of anxiety in her voice.
Jihl practically shoved Lightning off and shuffled over to her door. As soon as Vanille heard approaching footsteps, she went to leave, but to her misfortune, Jihl had opened the door and caught the girl's arm, preventing her escape. The naked teacher yanked her student into the room, and slammed her back against the door, pinning her there.
"How long were you out there, you little brat?!" Jihl hissed, trying to scare the poor red-head. "TELL ME what you heard?!"
"N-Nothing, I swear!" Vanille stuttered.
"Let her go," Lightning firmly ordered.
"No," Jihl replied, glaring at Lightning over her shoulder. "Let her stay."
Suddenly, the teacher lunged forward, hungrily devouring Vanille's trembling lips, causing her to squeak.