Boon

Alongside the boon of a two-layered vagina, Lenne's presence within Yuna afforded her many additional benefits. This included the ability to sing and dance like a pop star and, far more importantly, the knowledge of Zanarkand's summoning methods.

Unlike the propaganda Bevelle had been spreading for the past thousand years, Zanarkand was not a metropolis whose culture revolved around the use of machina. Rather, it was the militaristic, power-hungry Bevelle who depended on machina, while Zanarkand was most known for its advanced Magic and Summoning. They also focused heavily on the individual merits and capabilities of a person, so their culture centered around idolatry and personal achievement, a stark contrast to Bevelle who elevated the 'state' over everything, consolidating wealth, power, and authority into the hands of a few influential, magically attuned individuals and their families.

Though most of Zanarkand's Fayth had been destroyed during the war, Lenne was familiar with three methods to create new Fayth. The first, to the astonishment of Andrew and the mild horror of Yuna, was for a loved one to willingly sacrifice themselves during intercourse, specifically at the moment of climax. The second was arguably more alarming, as it required the would-be Fayth's body to be mutilated while they were still alive, their penultimate fate being to suffocate as Pyreflies were infused into their bodies, trapping them in a transitive state between human and Fiend. This was why when you gazed upon a statue of the Fayth, they were almost all buried face down, their forms twisted and superimposed with the features of the Aeons they gave form to.

Fortunately, compared to the dreadfulness of the first two methods, the final method of producing a Fayth was relatively innocuous and, during the time of Lenne, the most common method used. It involved binding a Fiend or an Unsent, which were, at their core, tormented souls or people with powerful wills that refused to pass on to the Farplane. This was how Lenne herself came to be and, curiously enough, a similar method to how Dresspheres were produced.

To explain a complex process simply, a Summoner, characterized by their capacity to manipulate Pyreflies, could gather the Pyreflies comprising a Fiend or an Unsent, crystallizing them into what was known as a Beast or Aeon Core. This was similar to how Spheres were created using water and Pyreflies, condensing a person's memories or experiences into an object that could be played back like a recording, or in the case of Dresspheres, made use of to empower a user specifically attuned to them.

After forming a Fiend or Unsent into a Beast or Aeon Core, Summoners could then attune to them using the same method they used to attune to a Fayth, gaining the ability to summon a larval form of an Aeon that would disappear once they were destroyed. This was the main downside to the third method, but it was also the reason Guardians existed, not simply to protect the Summoner but to help them hunt powerful Fiends to submit to their will.

"Then there is the final, forbidden art of a Summoner..." muttered Lenne, speaking through Yuna's mouth as they lay naked against Andrew's body, post-coitus.

"I'm all ears..." responded Andrew, caressing the duo's multi-layered ass, causing Lenne to sigh before revealing, "It's what Yuna and the people of modern-day Spira call Beckoning. By extending their consciousness into the Farplane, a Summoner can Beckon a person or even a physical object into existence. This doesn't just apply to things that were, but things that can be imagined. That's how Aeons come to be and why the same Aeon, when manifested by different Summoners, can have drastically different powers and capabilities..."

As Yuna was also conscious, a look of realization adorned her face as she muttered, "That's why the statues of the Fayth resemble the Aeons they give form to, not the individuals they once were. It's to make it easier for multiple Summoners to attune to them, ensuring they summon the 'same' entity..."

"That's correct," replied Lenne, adopting a smile and compelling Yuna to do the same as she appended, "There is tremendous power in belief, but it can also become a double-edged sword. The Summoners of this time, and even the Fayth themselves, believe they cannot defeat Sin. As such, it becomes difficult for their power to grow beyond a certain point. That's why you 'require' a Final Aeon to vanquish Sin. Once you've sacrificed the person you love, the emotional turmoil, as well as your desire to achieve victory at all costs, empowers both you and your Aeon beyond your limits, burning your life force in the process..."

"Mmm...that explains why Anima, a Final Aeon produced by the sacrifice of Seymour's mother, was so weak," noted Andrew. "She sacrificed herself one-sidedly, and he lacked the resolution to challenge Sin. It's no wonder she manifests as such a tortured-looking monstrosity..."

Though she had no idea who Seymour or Anima were, as they hadn't left a profound impression on Yuna's psyche, Lenne nodded and affirmed, "If the Summoner lacks the proper mentality, the Aeon would not be able to draw out its full power, much less break its limits. That's why a pilgrimage is so important. It gives the Summoner enough time to form their resolve so that, when the time comes, they can embrace their death to draw out a power far beyond anything they would be capable of otherwise."

"Makes sense..." muttered Andrew, punctuating his words by giving the duo's overlapping asses a light smack. Lenne interpreted this as Andrew being his usual self, but Yuna understood it to indicate she should get off him. As a result, she sat up, Lenne's illusory figure mirroring her actions as Andrew sat up immediately after, remarking, "Well, so long as we have the Interworld Alliance, we won't need to rely on the first or second methods. As for the third, creating a stockpile of Beast and Aeon Cores could prove useful. If nothing else, Shinra could use them to collect data and produce more powerful Dresspheres..."

Adopting a wry smile, Andrew added, "The only problem is that Fiends used to be people. Unsent, even more so. Killing and Sending them is a mercy, but weaponizing them...doesn't seem ethical."

"It's ultimately no different from how magic is used," asserted Lenne, clarifying, "The 'miracle' of Magic is a phenomenon given form via the Pyreflies within our body attuning with those in the environment. Once a person's ego and memories have been eroded or lost, they are little more than a mass of energy, given form and driven by instinct. You don't feel guilty about using the weapons and materials dropped by Fiends, do you? Beast and Aeon Cores are similar."

Though he was tempted to point out that Shuyin, who he continually referred to as Lenne's Ex, fell into that same category, Andrew wisely decided against it. Lenne was already 'enduring' quite a bit when he and Yuna made love, so he didn't want to make things even more difficult for her, lest she become a vengeful spirit.

"Well, I'm fine with it," replied Andrew, shrugging as if the matter didn't concern him. "What I'm more concerned about is what my future wife and Queen thinks," he added.

Transitioning from a serious expression to a faint, smiling countenance, Yuna asserted, "Condensing an Unsent against their will is probably a bit much, but if they've already fallen and transformed into a Fiend, it should be okay so long as we 'release' them once their purpose has been served. I think 'stockpiling' them would be crossing the line, but if we use them to eliminate other Fiends, it should be a net positive for everyone..."

"Someone's starting to think like a Queen," mused Andrew, using his left hand to draw Yuna and, as a result, Lenne into a kiss. The latter frowned, but as the synchrony between her and Yuna had increased 'considerably' as a direct result of Andrew's ministrations, she had little choice but to go with the flow when her host got aroused or excited. If she actively tried to resist, their synchrony would diminish, and her consciousness would enter another discomfiting period of slumber...

'I just need to endure until Shuyin's spirit has been laid to rest...' Lenne told herself while closing her eyes along with Yuna. The latter's love and affection toward Andrew caused the thousand-year-old Summoner to feel anxious. Still, she was confident she could endure...even if the sex was far beyond anything she had experienced previously...

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"This is ridiculous..." grumbled the pointy-eared Alisae, wearing a Cotton Robe that had been dyed red and modified to end a third of the way down her thigh, a red lace thong assembled from a Ribbon, pure white earrings resembling angel wings, a fur-lined Adaman Vest, a Black Belt, and white, thigh-high Feather Boots. Overall, the ensemble resembled the outfit she was set to wear as a Red Mage, albeit constructed from materials in Final Fantasy IX and designed to be more 'visually appealing.'

"I think it suits you," mused Andrew, wearing a cheeky smile as his tail brushed against Alisae's largely exposed cheeks.

"Of course, you would say that. You're the bloody degenerate that had the damned thing commissioned..." grumbled Alisae, more embarrassed than angry. She was okay with most of the outfit, but being asked to wear a thong while outdoors and wearing a short skirt was a bit much...

"Don't worry," said Andrew. "If anyone shows up and attempts to steal a peek, I'll give them the same treatment as these fish..."

Punctuating his statement, Andrew cast Thunder using the Materia embedded in his left arm, causing a bolt of lightning to strike down from the crystal clear skies overhead, striking a large, orange, sail-like fin that was fast approaching them through the sands of the beach they were on. The lightning strike caused a plume of vitrified sand to shoot up, forcing the creature to reveal itself as a piranha-like monster with large fins, its body covered in orange, oscillating scales that allowed it to swim through sand like water.

Making use of the long-barreled pistol in her left hand, its ornate gold trim matching the Materia-infused rapier sheathed on her hip, Alisaie took aim and shot the visibly charred monster mid-air, causing it to disperse into particles of blue, white, and grey light. At the same time, the AP counter on all of her equipment increased by 3, the same amount she would have gotten if she slew a Grand Dragon in the world of FFIX.

"Nice shot," said Andrew, and he meant it. The distance between Alisaie and the monster, known as a Fastitocalon-F, was only a few meters, but her ability to ping it accurately despite having her ass fondled exhibited a remarkable degree of focus.

"This honestly feels like cheating..." remarked Alisaie, casually reloading her single-shot but exceptionally powerful pistol as Andrew used Thunder to stun several other Fastitocalon-Fs swimming toward them. She hadn't thought he was lying when Andrew said he had a way to increase her strength in a short period, but when he invited her to the beach, Alisaie was sure she would end up with sand in her ass, if not someplace much worse. Instead, Andrew took her to a beach filled with relatively weak monsters, allowing her to acquire and master various Abilities while also getting accustomed to using the Materia of another world...

Feeling particularly invigorated due to the Auto-Regen conferred to her by her Angel Earrings, a rare, excited smile adorned Alisaie's face as her blue eyes glistened due to the light refracting off the nearby ocean. It was hot and humid, but she could feel herself becoming stronger each time one of her bullets killed a Fastitocalon-F. Thus, even when Andrew began sliding his tail along her pussy, causing her ears and cheeks to redden, she didn't chastise him. Rather, since he was going out of his way to help her, Alisaie felt a growing obligation to return the favor...

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