Alternate Truth

Author's Note: I would've had this second chapter done sooner, but I really did want to get the FF4 fic done for Anonelbe after months of it being in limbo. My other recent fic, "Whores of Phalaris" was pretty much done weeks ago, so aside from adding the Olivia parts, that was just posting it. I'll add the third chapter in a day or two after I've re-edited it. And to Sabaku, I don't have Jin x Noel rape planned but I do like the idea and might write it some day if I'm feeling really into doing it.

Noel's eyes fluttered open. Everything was so blurry... while she adjusted to the warm, soft light of the room, her sense of feeling returned to further confuse her. Her face flushed from the wet heat as a bead of sweat formed on her forehead. Then the smell hit her full-on. For the first second, it was like being blasted in the face with a spray of perfume, yet her small nose rapidly took to its fragrance.

The contrast between her earlier humiliation and her new surroundings kicked in as she at last saw true detail. She laid in the tub of a surprisingly spacious bathroom. Bottles and vials, towels and herbs were strewn across a long cupboard. A padded table stood a few feet from the red-draped window, with simple wooden chairs scattered against the walls. The room's purpose dawned on her with these objects: it wasn't a bathroom, it was a treatment room. Some kind of massage parlor. Her certainty waned, however, when she spotted a peculiar decoration: a stripper pole, rigidly upright in the middle of the room. What kind of person had a stripper pole? No, what kind of person went to the trouble of painting it red, white and black?

She couldn't really complain, though. This much-desired change pleasantly took her from the judgmental eyes of Kagutsuchi's lower level people, who alarmingly had ignored an NOL officer in need. Some of them even had the gall to mock her while she dangled from the street lamp, black sludge dripping from between her poor virgin loins. Her laughter as the creepy flies and caterpillars tickled her through countless orgasms was no excuse for their blatant disrespect and cruel words.

Her rescuer must have understood the implications of leaving an officer where her defeat could disgrace NOL's public image. Ikaruga's memory burned on as a warning of what acting against the Novus Orbis Librarium would bring. But then, why was she lying in a bathtub?

....Why was she naked?

"Ahh!" she cried as she thought about it. She trembled at the idea of some lecherous old man's wrinkly hands pawing at her dirty body while she laid unconscious. She could imagine him stripping off the remaining scraps of her uniform and drooling as he played with her privates and leered at her small-

"Oh, you're awake!" a chirpy, if slightly off mature voice rang out from the unknown. It was surprisingly, wonderfully feminine. As she glanced around for its source, a paper-and-bamboo door slid open. Out stepped a tall, slender woman.

A tall, slender, naked woman.

A tall, slender, naked woman with big-

"I thought you would sleep forever. It's no fun when you're asleep. My name's Doctor Litchi Faye-Ling."

Even without any clothes on, Litchi's breasts bounced indescribably. Her joyous, seductive saunter into the room suggested someone well aware of her feminine wiles as an artform. It also, sadly, made for an inconvenient trip-up when the yin-yang weight at the end of her long ponytail waved it under her feet. The misstep made her head jerk back, and with it went her whole body. She hit the wood floor with a resounding thud, her rump cushioning the fall as she sat legs-spread before Noel's eyes. She hiccuped and fixed her glasses from the slant they took during her drop. Wobbling to her feet, she patted her lightly aching tush and looked again at her patient.

"Excuse me, I'm a little drunk," Litchi bent forward, blowing a playful kiss.

"I can see that." Noel uneasily shifted. "What am I doing here?"

"Don't be silly, I couldn't leave you hanging out there. It would be like letting one of those cute little Kaka kitties starve."

"That's very nice and all, but... why did you have to take my clothes off and put me in a bath tub?"

To that, Litchi smiled. "It might be tempting to act like one of the boys, but a cute girl needs to take care of herself. Trust me, men respond better to your advances if you smell like roses than if you smell like you spent the last twelve days running around in the sewers." Through her drunken revelry, she suddenly recalled her old lover changed by his crazy science experiments with the Boundary. She doubted she would smell any better than the cute little number she had to take care of if she had sex with Arakune, but that wouldn't matter anyway.

"What did you do with my clothes?" Noel asked.

"What else would I do with them?" Litchi proposed. "I burned them."

"WHAT?!"

"They were in such awful tatters, no boy would ever want you when you look like some poor urchin. Besides, it gives me an excuse to dress you up in cute outfits! I need to finish bathing you and give you a massage anyway."

"Bathe me? Y-you intend to wash me yourself?!" Noel gave a meek, distraught shriek. Thankful though she was, her rescuer breeching her privacy like that added a note of tension to her loosened muscles.

"I'm going to play with you too. I can work that ticklish problem out with a little sex therapy," Litchi winked.

This strange, perverted doctor deserved thanks for coming to her aid, but the situation was getting completely out of hand. Noel eyed Bolverkr on the seat next to her and lunged from the tub. Water splashed across the wood floor as she grasped the handles in her palms and looped her fingers against the triggers. She dripped, poised sideways as she aimed for the doctor's head.

"That's enough! I, Lieutnenant Noel Vermillion, NOL Praetorian Guard, Fourth Division, order you to stay back. If you come any closer, I'll arrest you for obstruction." She breathed calmly, confidence swelling with the two powerful guns at her disposal again.

Litchi giggled drunkenly at the greenhorn lieutenant's authoritative threat. "You look so cute holding those big guns in your tiny hands. You're so wrapped up in trying to intimidate me that you forgot you're naked."

"Huh?" she cautiously said. Looking down, she realized Litchi told the truth. Stunned at her sudden forgetfulness, she rushed to cover her left forearm over her chest and right hand over her sex. "Eek! H-how did that happen? You tricked me! This is all your fault."

"Your shyness makes you even cuter. Let's get you back in that tub so I can clean you."

Noel learned through rigorous NOL training to expect the unexpected, but a polearm flying by its own power didn't number among her sessions. The red end of what she had taken to be a stripper pole came hurling from between Litchi's fully-spread legs. The doctor's vocal moan as the stick's curved middle grated between her pussy lips helped to distract Noel, the lieutenant disarmed as her guns sailed across the room and her body splashed back into the warm water's clear depths.

As her patient blushed and kept a cover over her privates, Litchi pressed her hands behind her head. A naughty grin formed on her features as her staff spun and slid on her shaved mound. "This IS the position you wanted me in, right Lieutenant?"

"Why do these things happen to me?" Noel whined. The doctor's teasing only made her weakness as a recent graduate more painful to her ego. She laid there, watching Litchi make the staff pump forward and back, hard and steady, gaining speed as Litchi's cries ramped up louder.

The polearm glistened with her clear fluids, her famous bosom bouncing in time with her self-masturbation. A red blush of excitement formed across her body, adding to the alcohol's effect. Trained as a temptress, she brought the pole out from its place and shuddered. A long trickle passed down her legs, her hands clenching the upright staff during her wearied lean forward. Panting, she licked her juices off its side, savoring Noel's cute cringe and the nose crinkle that came with it.

"For a doctor, you don't act like a professional..." Noel numbly said.

"I'm very professional," Litchi said, her snatch dripping a small puddle while her erect pink nipples capped the end of her drooping, teardrop breasts. Pulling herself up, she hugged her staff into the cleavage of her massive jugs. "Doctors like to have fun too. Speaking of fun, I have a great idea. Why don't you ditch that silly job as a Lieutenant of NOL and come to work for me? You can be my little assistant!"

"HEY! I thought I was your little assistant!" Linhua complained.

The dark-skinned barely legal girl came into the room, the backs of her palms resting against her hips in a pout. Gold-tasseled, blue pasties hid the tiny dark nipples of similarly small breasts. Sheer blue genie pants permitted the most perverted eyes of Kagutsuchi to see the near-visible details of her bare ass and groin. The four-feathered dark blue tail, tied tight by her usual gold cords, started at her tailbone, decorating her rump for those who dared to show their true colors. Her typical sandals and bracelets rounded out her lithe physique, setting her up as some exotic dancer.

"What good timing! Linhua, you're getting a chance to see what a good doctor does for cute little girls that need a good bath and massage." Litchi spun out from boob-squishing around her pole to leaning her back against it. A slow slide downward showed her seductive arts, dropping to a squat. Her hands gripped the pole behind her, bosom sagging and cheeks flustered as she yet again displayed her wet folds to her patient.

"You're just using that as an excuse to torture me," Noel grumbled. She slunk lower into the tub. Air bubbled from her nose and mouth as she glared daggers at the 'doctor'.

"Aww! Your pouts are cute too." Shirking off Noel's discontent, Litchi stood and turned to her real assistant. "How did the errand go?"

"How do you think? I had every pervert in Kagutsuchi staring and following me around."

"See? I told you men would fall for your charms, even if you aren't as 'gifted' as I am," she leaned in close, tapping one of Linhua's tassels. "Did you get my order?"

"I had to fight a few of them off with some of those moves you taught me, but yeah, I got it," she held them up for her mentor to snatch up. The transformation, sans the back-ordered guitar, turned Litchi into a goddess of rock.

Thigh-high red boots and fingerless black gloves slipped on with ease. A shimmy of the red leather gown from the bottom and upward set it just below her bosom. A golden ring held three black, belt-like straps together. Her new tiny jacket wrapped around her back, and upon putting her arms through the half-sleeves, she snapped the top of both sides into the golden ring of her black choker. It hung just above her midriff, the flimsy weight of her jacket liable to make her flash her steambun-sized tits if she dared to perform any dynamic spins or leaps. She finished her cosplay with a large red witch's hat, its front decorated with a skull design in black and straps of gold.

"There we go. How do I look? Sexy, right?" Litchi asked her patient.

"Why are you asking me?! I don't" Noel paused suddenly, when her green eyes caught sight of something small and cute squirming from the back of Litchi's new hat. It crawled to the side of one upturned side-brim, and the moment she saw it, she felt ready to melt in the tub. "I...is that a panda?"

"Oh, him? That's Lao Jiu."

"C... can I pet him?" If she had Bolverkr in her hands, she would have felt enough confidence to demand the doctor keep her hands off the snuggly creature. Yet prone as she was, she meekly requested the opportunity. "I'll let you wash my hair if you let me pet him."

Litchi flirted with acting on each naughty idea coming to her. A second student to act as a peer to Linhua felt so perfect with the two dressed like harem girls. Back rubs and foot massages would fill their days when they weren't refilling her tea cup or occupying their mouths with her soaking pussy. Noel's sweet, naive attitude deserved a childish position and look to match it, growing under the direction of a more mature woman to one day become one herself. She wanted to do so much to her new protege, but for now she had to consider priorities.. even in her drunken stupor.

"You will, huh? I can't pass up on an offer like that," Litchi pulled back one of her jacket flaps, fanning her mountainous mamm as she exposed the stunningly thick, hard knob. Her arousal burned hot enough for her breast to literally steam, trailing into view off her flesh. Unable to contain her excitement, she pinched her nipple and winked, its horrid sensitivity forcing a moan from her lips. "I'll let you pet him after your bath. Linhua, go make my very special herbal tea."

"Man, you're so embarrassing to be around when you're drunk," Linhua said. Facepalming, she shook her head, her tassels swaying.

"I could have you model these cute outfits instead," Litchi said. A naughty grin grew on her lips as she turned her affections toward her assistant.

"N-no, that's okay, this one's bad enough. You go ahead and do what you want...," Linhua muttered under her breath, "...you crazy drunk."

"Good girl, hurry back," landing a playful, hard swat to Linhua's ass, Litchi watched as her assistant's feet picked up the pace toward the kitchen. Her eyes set back on her patient, the good lieutenant, as she grabbed a few bottles from the cupboard. Strutting her goods in her new ensemble, she crouched behind Noel and squeezed aromatic gel into the woman's hair. "There. Isn't that better?"

Noel slumped in the tub. She hated to admit it, but the doctor's fingers running through her hair felt so absolutely wonderful. The shampoo-conditioner mix eased a deep scalp massage, tingles forming down to the start of her neck. Unconsciously, she let her arms drift away from her privates, their curves reflected through the water's surface. With the deep-cleansing rinse filtering through her luxurious golden locks, she fell into a trance, no resistance raised when the doctor's bosom spilled around her face.

"Here's your tea, Dr. Faye-Ling," an upbeat, winded sigh accompanied Linhua offering the tea to Litchi.

As that cup left her hands, Linhua followed the doctor's directions and slowly poured the second cup into Noel's open mouth. The tea's effect never wavered; a minute later, Noel Vermillion was groaning for a release from her herbally-induced lust, no doubt entertaining lesbian notions to effect it. That's how Dr. Faye-Ling caught her, after all. A routine check-up and a kindly offer of tea had brought her to kneeling before Litchi on the doctor's bed, suckling fervently on her impressively endowed chest.

"Oh Noel, it's time for your massage." Litchi's voice exuded a soft maturity that simply didn't exist in the light of her current antics. Her patient's confused stare at the huge mass of her breasts sliding away brought a gleam of happiness to Litchi's calculating eyes. Her glasses enhanced the look, naughtiness pouring from her features as she forced Noel to her feet and strutted bouncy-tits and all to one side of the massage table.

"Wha-what?! Already? What about the rest of my body?" Noel's hint of disappointment didn't feel worth concealing. She stepped out, dripping wet, while Linhua squatted between her legs. The dark-skinned girl's lapping past her brazen blonde pubes to access her slit elicited a giggle, one hand jumping to cover it. Some part of her knew the oddity of being more concerned with suppressing laughter than hiding her horniness shown through jutting, perky nips. This lifted as her doctor made a clinical observation.

"The herbs in the bathwater successfully cleaned your body, but it failed to get rid of that tickling problem, as I expected. Linhua, you can stop and lead Ms. Vermillion to the massage table."

She pulled away and griped, "But Dr. Faye-Ling! Her pussy tastes SO good! Please let me finish."

"Now Linhua, you know treatment comes before pleasure. You can lick mine while I take care of our patient if it means that much to you."

Linhua perked up at the offer and guided Noel. "Get on there already, I have to eat out Dr. Faye-Ling. Sheesh." She tapped her foot impatiently as their patient took her sweet time to lie back-up on the massage table. After shifting Noel's hair aside, she dove beneath the table and latched her mouth around Litchi's wet cunt. She could taste the doctor's herbal diet in every drop, her tongue awash with pleasures that sealed her obedience with each lapping.

Meanwhile, Litchi slathered a heaping of her own hand-made concoction across the bubbly rump of Lieutenant Noel Vermillion. Its form absolutely astounded her, jiggly to the touch in ways parallel to her heaving, sagging tits. Her nipples poked obscenely against the loose jacket flaps. As she began to rub her expert hands against Noel's bare buttocks, she paused at Noel's stunning insistence.

"Can I pet the panda?" Noel asked.

"Linhua's busy playing with my panda right now," Litchi teased, letting out a whimper and blush as one of Linhua's licks sent a jolt up her body. "Lao Jiu, you heard her."

The small panda leapt off its master's witch hat. Noel's bubble butt cushioned its fall before its slow crawl up her back. It barely reached her neck when the girl snatched it in her hands and put him in a death squeeze tight enough to bristle his fur. Tiny yelps for help went unanswered, Lao Jiu reaching for its master in vain.

"Awww... it's sooo fluffy!" Noel giggled. The journey of Litchi's fingers became a very, very pleasant afterthought to her merciless petting of the panda.

While Noel rubbed Lao Jiu against her cheek, Litchi rubbed the ointment into the girl's soft cleft. She hummed an oriental tune and glanced beneath the table. The taste of her loins always cured her assistant's dismay, evident by the brim of happiness in the little girl's eyes. Linhua added to the appealing sight by damping her genie pants with masturbatory glee. All from such a simple thing as a careful mix of ingredients in a cup of tea.

Noel's slickness mingled with the ointment. Her giggling fits had fallen to those caused by Lao Jiu and her odd definition of 'petting' him. While the panda cried in cute agony, Noel cried in onrushing orgasm. Her butt wiggled to show her growing want for stimulation.

"Ooooh! That feels so good!"

Litchi smiled at the compliment. Her fingers dove into full-blown schlicking in Noel's delicate petals. Her 'patient' needed a complete test to ensure it worked, or at least that's what she would claim if the tea's effects wore off. In and out, she sped up her efforts to make the girl reach the coveted climax as their moans alternated.

"Ms. Litchi! I think I'm going to... going to..." Noel hugged the panda against her face.

"That's the idea, dear." She smirked as Noel convulsed with the flood of bliss running through her. The girl was a complete lightweight at sex, certainly not capable of lasting for a good hour like herself; she would have to cure that as well. She raised her hand, coated in Noel's warm goo, and wiped the mess into Linhua's dark hair like a medical towelette. With the remainder, Litchi started a new massage, cum soaking into her patient's skin with gentle grace.

"Ahhhh... Ms. Litchi...." The instant Noel lost her grip, the panda climbed away and jumped back into the safety of its master's witch hat's brim. Her desire to pet it drifted off. Her small breasts pressed against the table, Noel savored the methodical touches of her doctor.

"What do you think? Ready to try on a few of those cute outfits?" Litchi asked.

Caught in a dreamy haze, Noel answered her with the one form of address that felt appropriate. "Yes, Dr. Faye-Ling."

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"How did I get myself into this?" Noel whined.

It stunned her how a woman like Dr. Faye-Ling could have all these accessories at her disposal with styling knowledge. The giant bell on her belt jingled with every step she took toward the errand she was sent on. Her low-hanging red pants showed off her black thong, and her white vest split mid-torso to reveal her stomach. Her sleeves dropped off at her elbows into a cat-claw design. Fake yellow cat ears were joined by a reworking of her hair to look like bigger ones, while the rest flowed behind her in a ponytail wrapped by a red ribbon. Most embarrassing of all, though other people couldn't see it, the two fake cat tails jutted from an anal plug buried between her cheeks.

She adjusted her oval-rimmed glasses and sucked on the delicious blue raspberry sucker as she dwelled on her current situation. "This can't be all bad. Maybe I can"

"GIGANTIC TAGER!!"

"Whaaa"

The giant red fist sent her sailing through the air into a food cart. Its wood splintered and burst with her impact. Fruit smashed and scattered for several feet around her. The sound of releasing steam pressure was the last thing to fill her ears as she lost consciousness.


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Author's Note: For those who didn't realize it in reading, the costume Litchi puts on is of I-No from Guilty Gear, and the one Noel wears is Kokonoe from, of course, Blazblue.