Been a long, long time since I did a piece of Final Fantasy Tactics Advance fanart... this one is the first of four commissions for burmecianblue. A moogle's been kidnapped by a band of thieves during an attack who force her to clean their feet. The hard way.
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Cheri trembled on her knees before the tall Hume before her; she was not hurt but she had seen plenty of what these men had done to the rest of her caravan and had not the courage to face the same. She did not think of herself as a coward, though. Cheri was a merchant, through and through, and could not conceive of giving something up when she would get nothing in return. A courageous stand against hopeless odds was merely wasteful.
“Please, take what you want from the caravan,” Cheri glanced over to the wagons and hoped that, somehow, this wouldn’t leave her ruined. “Just please leave enough Phoenix downs for anyone you killed, kupo.”
Travelling through a Jagd was always dangerous; the magic underlying Ivalice’s laws could not stretch to these wastelands and, as such, the protection of the judges would not spare her companion’s lives. After a lifetime of safety even from death in combat one forgot just how terrifying death could be. The danger was all the worse for how unfair it felt; that the specter should loom during her briefest pass out of protection.
“Oh, but little Moogle…” the hume kicked her down, not overly hard but enough to plant Cheri on her back, “… what if you are something we want?”
“But,” Cheri winced on her back, trying to catch the thief’s boot with her little hands as it came down to pin her, “what value could I possibly have, kupo? I assure you, I have no rich partners or family to ransom.” This wasn’t strictly true but Cheri would give up nothing she didn’t have to. Even with her life on the line she was a merchant and numbers were running in her head.
The rest of the thief clan was gathering around, having taken stock of the carts. Her caravan guards had simply not been up to the task of stopping this group, though not large certainly skilled and with many advantages: surprise, home turf, traps and advantageous positions. A large bangaa in scarred armor came up behind the hume, a trained chocobo following the scent of nuts in the lizard’s hand. The other bandits hung back, clearly of low rank.
“Oh, I can find uses for you, little moogle.” He looked back at his bangaa companion with a cruel smirk, “can’t we just?”
In lieu of an answer the bangaa dragged a sawed off tree stump through the half dead grass, providing it as a stole for the thief. He settled down on it, spreading his heavy, green cloak so as not to sit on it. “Now, are you a boy or a girl? It’s so hard to tell with moogles… though that does look like a dress, I think.”
With the boot removed Cheri pushed up from the ground, flapping her wings to speed the motion. The thief’s fingers stroked the hilt of his knife as her wings flapped and she made sure not to rise too far lest she look like she intended escape. “I am a girl, yes… my name is….”
The thief’s hand darted out, snatching at the air just in front of her mouth, “No! You have no name, little moogle. I have stolen it!” He pulled his hand back possessively.
Cheri stared at his hand uncertainly, “… kupo?” The other bandits laughed around them.
The thief laughed cruelly as well, raising one leg and pulling the long, intricate thigh-high boot from it. He laid the bared leg across his lap, flexing his toes with a wiggle. “I’ve been wearing these too long… my feet are all hot and sweaty.” He looked down at the now nameless moogle, “I know what I can do with you… clean them.”
The moogle swallowed and patted at her dress, indicating a lack of pockets, “I’ll need some water… and a cloth, kupo.”
The thief shook his head again, “No you won’t. Use your tongue. Do a good enough job and maybe we’ll see about those phoenix downs for your friends.”
The moogle swallowed, nearly gagging at the thought, but she could not claim it was a bad deal. As a merchant, she could trade a few moments of disgust for several lives. She leaned forward, letting her tongue lull out, and began licking his toes clean.
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