Suikoden II - The Pantsu Brigade

Author's Note: I began writing and planning this fic after I beat Suikoden II a few weeks ago. While Suikoden II isn't my favorite (I like Suikoden I the most), it's definitely my second favorite because all the characters are so interesting despite a lack of heavy exposition for most of them. This is just the introductory chapter, there will be more to come. Many thanks deserved for geedee for brainstorming, review, references, etc.

"I said no rough-housing. I can't run a public tavern if my business has a reputation for sleaze."

Leona drew a puff from her pipe. So many rude drunks, sloshing mugs while their hands wandered to the asses of her waitresses. This wasn't the type of employment her tavern girls sought... nor the place to make the most of such rowdy behavior. Her eyes darted to the large-nosed, blue-haired elf dashing to her bar.

"Is something the matter, Stallion?" Leona asked. "We have guests upstairs."

Stallion said, "I scouted ahead for the Highland escort under Lord Shu's orders. Culgan is well on his way, but there's another carriage coming in from South Window that requests your presence when it arrives."

"What business might a Highland official have with me?"

She had little time to ponder; the whinny of horses and final squeaks of wooden wheels stopped right at her tavern door. Calling to her most senior waitress, Leona slipped under the bar. Her red dress shimmied, her shapely toned calves expressing through her side-slit as her high heels clicked against stone. Exiting her tavern, a soft breeze blew in from the near forests. Adjusting her hair, smoke billowed from her lips as she stood alongside her latest ally.

"You too, Lady Teresa? Who could have chosen to come to North Window Castle and meet with us of all people?"

Eloquence, trained in the many thorough lessons of her native Greenhill, flowed off Teresa's tongue. "There are few from Highland who would travel by such an ornate carriage, and fewer still who would call for an audience with us alone."

"Surely you don't mean..."

The carriage driver approached the side door. A turn of the handle and a pull back, and the very stately woman Teresa suggested stepped from her ride. The lady's slicked black hair looped under her ears. The graces of her kingdom showed as she curtsied, offering a gentle smile to her greeters.

"Queen Jillia..." Awestruck, Leona glanced aside to Teresa. How could the Greenhill mayor not show the same wonder.

"You needn't bow to us, Queen Jillia," Teresa said.

"I must. A good queen shows proper manners to the ladies of a foreign land when on their soil, no matter the distance."

"Well then. With Lord Riou training afar and Lord Shu preparing for the meeting with Culgan, allow me to repay your hospitality." Teresa knelt. She noted the queen's breathless fluster as she pulled back Jillia's pointed sleeve and softly kissed the back of her hand. Pink lipstick left its mark. "What brings you to North Window Castle?"

"That wasn't necessary..." Jillia rubbed the spot. "I chose to visit North Window Castle for two reasons. First and foremost, I would like to extend the same note of trust as my king. And second.... I would like to see the Pantsu Brigade in action."

"!!" Leona's eyes widened. Two words, a secret kept even from Lord Riou, spilled from Jillia as nonchalantly as the most common of bar gossip.

Calm and demure, Teresa answered, "The Pantsu Brigade? I've never heard of such a thing. The name alone sounds like an absurd rumor. Could you tell us what the rumors say?"

Undaunted, Jillia said, "I understand your hesitation. It is unwise to reveal a prime recruitment tactic to your enemy. I came prepared to show you that my kingdom is no longer your enemy."

Leona drew a drag from her pipe, which moments later jetted as smoke from her nostrils. She witnessed Queen Jillia deftly undo the tiny yellow ribbons at the front of her dress. The binding loosened and the skirt led the rest of the garment to pool around her feet. The queen's display of her body in bawdy under garments had a strange air of sophistication with the sparkling gemstone dangling from her neck, set at her cleavage.

"Queen Jillia, you're...!"

"Almost naked, yes. My body is proof of Highland's intentions. Give me a tour of the Pantsu Brigade and I will offer myself freely for an afternoon."

Jillia smiled. The truth of her conception into the royal family was a known fact throughout the region and even into the sacred lands of neighboring Harmonia. Half-sister to the late Luca Blight, half-daughter to the former king, her very existence embodied the rift between Highland and the City-States of Jowston.

An official ceremony, one of many, held in Muse opened the royal line to an attack on her mother's caravan en route back to Highland... and the rape that brought her into this world. Thugs hired by Muse's then-mayor Darell ravaged her mother before young Luca's eyes. That same boy bore witness to the growing blight in Queen Sara's womb. With Jillia's first breath, the queen drew her last.

"We must insist against such an offer," Teresa said.

"I am a Blight," Jillia said, "in more ways than one. I have accepted this fact of my life, Lady Teresa, and will act as I please. Or must I further persuade you in public?"

Her hands ran past her generously full endowments, pushed up by the open cups of her tight green corset. They reached the long red-tinted skirt, its see-through cloth hardly obscuring the fine details of her royal pussy. A small strip of her black tuft directed toward a beauty long-sought by many suitors, now owned by King Jowy. She pressed the first button of her skirt loose, her tan skin peeking through the opened fold. A second button followed...

Teresa conceded, "Please stop, Queen Jillia! Yes, the Pantsu Brigade exists. Leona, will you show the queen a few of our outside members while I prepare Pantsu Castle for her arrival?"

Leona nearly snorted. Pantsu Castle. What an absurd name for their main place of business. Still, it was Lady Teresa's decision to make. She nodded, "Take your time."

Jillia's gaze followed the Greenhill mayor's leave. When the last whisps of blonde hair disappeared through the nearby open gate, Jillia looked to her carriage. "You can come out Lucia."

At her name, the woman emerged.

Her blonde hair curled in one massive wave behind her, guided by her woven headband. Hoop earrings dangled from her earlobes, fine Karayan jewelry adorning her fingers and hanging from her neck. Soot shook loose from her large mane as she stepped barefoot from the carriage. Tribal tattoos snaked over her full nude body, wrapping on the warrior's muscle tone of her biceps and abs. Straightening to the perfect posture of a chieftain, a scowling Lucia jutted her brown bosom forward.

"At last. I can't stand being around that murderer's daughter," Lucia spat.

Jillia said, "You could have at least washed yourself before we left South Window. You're filthy."

Dirt crusted under her nails and baked into her skin, smothering portions of the glyphs on her chest and ass. A returning patch of blonde pubes, wild as the open plains from which she came, hid further rune imitations. She inhaled the earthen scents of dried sweat and grime on her body. The soft reminder of her homeland perked her dark nipples with pride.

"The Karaya are a proud people. We give ourselves to the spirits of the earth. When abroad, there is no greater pleasure than tribal soil upon our flesh."

"I bet she's a real prize away from home after a month or two," Leona muttered under her breath. "Come with-"

"OH MY GOSH! I'M GOING TO BE FISTED BY OULAN!"

Down the road, Oulan's perfect figure came into view. Her legendary bust heaved. One arm alone carried a squealing girl over her shoulder like a petulant child, the girl's rump aimed outward for an upskirt view. As she walked, Oulan tiger-gripped the girl's panties and tore away its white cotton to expose the red hot muff within. A slip of two fingers between those thin pussy lips brought forth a gasp. Oulan's path halted in front of Leona's entourage.

"Behave yourself," Oulan called to her captive. She looked at Leona. "Fangirls, sooner or later they all want a taste of my Angry Dragon rune. This one came all the way from Falena, and interrupted my training to top it off."

Leona admonished, "Be gentle with this one. We don't have the supplies to treat her like the last ten girls."

"I make no promises." Oulan turned for the tavern when her nose caught a whiff of the Karayan beauty. Her voice dropped, husky as she towered over the clan chief. "I know that smell. Such courage and strength. Only a great warrior would carry such a powerful body fragrance. Who are you?"

Lucia's gaze darted to Queen Jillia, her question obvious by the glint in her eye and scowl on her lips. At a nod from the queen, she assented. "Chieftain Lucia of the Karaya Clan. I have agreed to protect Queen Jillia during her visit."

"Lucia of the Karaya. I've heard a lot about you, more bad than good but that's how it is for all great women. If I prove myself, can I join your clan?"

"I'm not interested in mindless brutes," Lucia said.

Oulan's tone dripped into a more primal rasp, while the creases of her lips turned to a creeping smirk. "We have a lot more in common than you think. See me when you're ready for a little one on one sparring, if you know what I mean."

The ginger fangirl squealed. "She means she wants to have wild sex with you. You're so lucky."

"Quiet," Oulan gave her pert rump a warning smack.

"Oh!" she whimpered.

With words of challenge given, Oulan kicked the tavern door straight off its hinges and thundered up the stairs to the second floor.

Silence hung in the air as each woman processed the strange event. Finally, with a rolling plume of smoke issuing from her pipe, the tavern mistress said, "...As I was saying, come with me."