Madam of the Mansion (FF7 Mookification)

Hi folks!

Oh boy. This one is embarrassing. So, some of you longtime may recall that before my extended hiatus last year, I had a few voter fics that hadn't yet been done. Well, I haven't forgotten them, and I still consider them to be very important to get published, even if I still have a lot to get through on my plate. Thus, the first of the lost fics has made its way here at last.

Status Effect: Mook - There are a number of hazardous status effects that can end up befalling the protagonist of a video-game. Poison. Sleep. Confusion. Usually easilly cured with the right item...but what about this one? The one that reduces all their hard earned stats like free will to Zero and gets rid of all the precious gear. That reforms their bodies and minds to match that of the weakest, most basic enemies of the game, eternally loyal to the villain of the setting. I'm sure a cure will be found eventually.

Voters chose this most diabolical of status effects to be applied to the FF7 crew, and for them to become minions of Don Corneo, specifically. I hope this fic lives up to their wishes!

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Cloud had been anticipating trouble since he’d first set foot in Wallmarket. The district was somehow even seedier than anywhere else he’d seen in Midgar so far – an impressive feat, given he’d spent most of his time in the slums. But this place was different. He could see it in the way the people acted as he and Aerith walked through the streets. There was an atmosphere of fear here, one that had been absent in sector seven, despite Shinra’s oppressive presence. A dark cloud hung over the entire district, despite, or perhaps even because of, all the glitz and glamour on display. Fear and greed – they made for a potent combination.

But none of that mattered. Whatever trouble came their way, he’d handle it. Somewhere in the mansion ahead, Tifa was putting her life at risk doing something crazy, and he wasn’t about to let her do it alone. He knew she could handle herself, but friends didn’t let friends take on a crime lord solo.

Or something like that. That had been Aerith’s opinion, anyway, and he was in no hurry to disagree.

Still, as they approached the mansion, he couldn’t help but feel there was definitely something wrong here. There was something about the way the thugs at the door were looking at them that felt… wrong. He was used to dealing with people who (mistakenly) thought they could take him in a fight, but these three were watching him in a different way, one he didn’t know what to make of.

There were three of them – two men and a woman. And it was the woman who greeted the heroic pair as they drew close to the gate. “Not so fast, buddy,” she all but purred as Cloud walked up, eyes dancing over the SOLDIER’s frame. “Got no need for pretty boys here. At least not tonight.”

Obviously, the blond wasn’t going to just leave. “We’re looking for someone.”

“Ah, let me guess – first time in Wallmarket?” The woman laughed, stroking her long silver hair down as she sauntered back towards the gate. The two thugs flanked her, one on either side, and Cloud had to admit he was surprised at how much deference the two well-muscled men seemed to show her. She wasn’t exactly dressed like a street fighter. She was wearing a black, single piece dress, one that hugged her impressive curves tightly, with a little fur lining around the cleavage – more the kind of thing you expected to see on a street corner than guarding a gate, if you follow. “People can’t just walk through the Don’s front door, boy. Especially men.” She flashed him a pearly white smile.

There was a rather obvious loophole in that rule, though Cloud wasn’t sure how eager he was to exploit it. Aerith had no such compunctions. “How about me then? Can I go inside?”

The silver haired woman seemed to notice the flower girl for the first time, now giving her the same look over that she’d given the SOLDIER. “Maybe. But, trust me girl, you’ll wish you didn’t.”

“Awh, c’mon Lez, she’s pretty cute!” The thug on the woman’s right spoke up. “A little homely, sure, but cute!”

“Pretty cute isn’t going to cut it for the Don, sweetie,” ‘Lez’ chuckled, talking over and ignoring Aerith’s rising ire. “If you want to walk in this door, you’re going to need official approval. And don’t say I didn’t warn you dear~”

… This was going to be even more of a pain than Cloud had expected. And something was definitely wrong here – he wasn’t sure what, he just had a bad feeling about the way Lez was looking at them. But fine, whatever. “How do we get official approval?” How hard could it be, really?

-

Okay, you know what? They should have just smashed their way in through the front door. That would have been a lot faster and a hell of a lot less work. But instead, he and Aerith had spent far, far more time than he’d planned on working around in Wallmarket, battling in the colosseum, pulling off dance numbers, and learning that he could pull off a dress way better than either of them expected (though Aerith insisted she’d never had any doubts).

And in return, after finally getting ‘official approval’, they had been allowed into the Don’s mansion, and promptly gassed into unconsciousness. Wonderful. This whole thing had been a bad idea from start to finish…

But as the renegade SOLDIER opened his eyes and saw Tifa looking down at him, safe and sound, he figured it had been worth it.

Besides, he really did pull off this dress, like damn. Even his friend’s mild giggles couldn’t shake this level of confidence – he knew jealousy when he saw it.

“Alright, so how are we doing this?” Still, for unrelated reasons, he was eager to just be done with this whole charade. His brusk nature rose to the forefront and he took charge once again, urging the others to get a move on and get this over with as soon as possible.

Tifa, at least, was kind enough to oblige his rush. “Well, we need to know what Don Corneo is up to, which means one of us needs to get a private one-on-one with him. I was worried when I learned that he’d be choosing between three girls tonight, and that I might not get my shot, but…”

“But now you have us here!” Aerith grinned and threw an arm around Cloud’s shoulders. “One, two, three pretty girls for the Don to choose from! That info is as good as ours.”

“…” The blond took a moment to parse this plan, and then let out a huffing breath. “Fine, sounds simple enough.”

“R-really?” Tifa gave him a winning smile. “Oh, but, Aerith, we can’t just involve you in-”

“Not another word!” The flower girl pressed a finger against her new pal’s lips. “Any friend of Cloud’s is a friend of mine, and I always help my friends. Now, when do we get this show started?”

A loud gong sounded from upstairs. “Ladies! The Don will see you now!”

“Guess that answers that…” The three exchanged a look, nodded, and started to climb. This was the big moment – what all of this work had been leading up to. They weren’t going to leave until they got what they came for.

The selection process was every bit as humiliating as you’d expect. The three of them were lined up in the Don’s room, straightened and inspected by his goons, who fortunately didn’t recognise the reigning arena champs from their battles earlier. And then, of course, Don Corneo himself arrived – an overweight and balding man who was clearly making use of his position and the perks of power in order to gain the things his lack of looks and charm would otherwise deny him. Yeah, that fit.

“My, what a delightful bouquet of flowers my people have selected for me tonight! Ohh, I don’t think I can choose!” He sidled over towards Tifa, looking her over. “We have classy…” Then he was over by Aerith. “Sweet…” And then sliding over to Cloud. “Or exotic! How wonderful. Hmm. Hmm. Hm.”

The three fighters shared a look while trying very hard to look like they weren’t. Fortunately, the Don didn’t notice – far too smitten with the beauties that were at his (supposed) disposal tonight.

“Oh, it’s no good – I’ll just have all three. Yes, that sounds good.” Cloud and Tifa blinked in surprise, while Aerith just smirked. Unexpected – but not unwelcome. This would make getting the information they wanted even easier. “Lezlie, let downstairs know their guests will be a little late.”

“Will do boss.” The silver haired woman from before saluted her boss smartly, before sending a grin at the Don’s visitors. “You have a good time now girls. I’ll be seeing you soon,” she said ominously, before stepping backwards out of the suite, closing the doors behind her.

“Follow me, Ladies…” With the seediest smile imaginable, the Don led the three through into his bedroom – a place that was, somehow, even seedier than the man himself. He sat himself on the bed, which took up almost half of the room, and grinned eagerly. “Now, who wants to go first?”

“Hm. Tough question.” Tifa looked to the others. “Aerith?”

The brunette pursed her lips, thinking about it. “I’d definitely like a crack at him,” she said, punching a fist into her palm. “But I can wait my turn.”

“Fair enough. Cloud?”

The blond snorted. “I’m happy not touching him. He’s all yours.”

That left a smirking Tifa. “Great. Okay then.” She stepped forward, and decked the crook hard enough to throw him to the other end of the bed.

“Woah!” He gasped, getting to his feet in a daze. “I know girls like to play rough these days, but there’s a limit, babe!”

“We’ll be the ones deciding the limits, Corneo.” Cloud glared.

“And we’ll be the ones asking the questions.” Aerith could look shockingly threatening when she wanted to.

“So unless you want to get turned into another stain on your bed,” Tifa finished with a disgusted expression on her face, “then you’ll tell us what we want to know.”

“Ooof.” The Don groaned as he fell back against his headrest. “You’re certainly not pulling your punches. Fine, fine. Whadda ya’ wanna know?”

The martial artist let out a breath. After coming all this way, she was glad to find things were going this easily. “Alright. What were you doing sending-”

“Oh! But first!” Suddenly, the Don was back on his feet and smiling. “Before you start, can you just do one incy wincy teeny tiny thing for me?”

Tifa drew up short, shooting the other two a suspicious glance – but she’d been successfully thrown off her rhythm. “What?” She asked, keeping her guard up. Corneo was obviously up to something.

He grinned. “Could you say hi to Madam for me?”

The three blinked. “Madam?”

The Don winked. “You’ll know her when you see her.” Then he slammed his hand down on the hidden lever by his bed, the floor dropped out from under the heroes, and everything went black.

-

“Is everyone okay?” Tifa’s worried voice rang out through the chamber they’d landed in. It was a surprisingly well furnished one, for the bottom of a pit. A soft floor, sliding doors… Honestly, it looked like a normal room, rather than, say, a cell, or a sewer.

Cloud grunted. “Getting real tired of Corneo’s traps…” he muttered as he pushed himself up – his grumbling growing even more fierce as his dress tangled up his legs.

“Ugh… Tell me about it.” Aerith accepted Tifa’s hand to get back to her feet, groaning as she popped her back. “I am so throwing down with that guy once we get out of here.”

An amused feminine laugh bounced off the walls. “Oh, you’ll be getting down, certainly. Though maybe not like you’re thinking.”

Instantly, all three fighters were on guard, just in time to greet a new arrival – a woman in a long blue dress striding into the room. She didn’t look too dissimilar from Lez, actually, though her hair was brown, not silver. But she had that same hungry smile on her face, and her eyes beget a worrying level of confidence.

“And here I just heard that the Don would be keeping you busy for the evening.” The woman chuckled. “Let me guess – proved to be more than he could handle? Yeah, he always thinks he’s a bigger man than he really is.”

Cloud straightened up. Without his sword he wasn’t as effective a fighter as he usually was, but he was still a SOLDIER, and he wasn’t afraid of this woman. “You must be the Madam that he mentioned.”

She looked his way. “Oh, he mentioned me? How sweet. But who are you, honey? Ooh, did Andrea send you? That one always has the sharpest eye for potential, and I can see he didn’t disappoint tonight.”

… There was definitely something wrong here. “Listen,” he tried, “our problem is with Corneo. If you get out of our way, we won’t hurt you.”

That just got another sinister smile. “Such a charming gentleman, even in such a lovely dress! But I’m afraid it won’t be that simple. You see, I’m not ‘the’ Madam, as you put it…” There was a flash, and suddenly a dark aura was burning around the woman. “I am Madam. And the good Don, pig that he is, has been very useful to me and my girls, so I’m afraid you won’t be reaching him again tonight. At least… Not without a change in attitude~”

And just like that, the three were back on guard. That aura wasn’t anything a normal human could generate, which meant this woman was something else. A monster, in human guise – which would explain her weird name, at least. They weren’t getting through her without a fight – and two of them didn’t have their normal weapons.

One did, though, and Tifa was all too happy to lead the charge. As a martial artist, if she could move then she could fight, and right now she could definitely move. She blurred forward, hoping to catch the glowing woman off guard, fist already raised for a knock down punch. “Then you leave us no- Huh?”

But her swing never connected. Instead, she found her fist knocked away, deflected by a sudden parry with a paper fan, of all things. It was a bizarre enough defence that in her shock at the other woman’s speed, she accidentally left herself open for a second too long…

… And found herself on the receiving end of a quick peck on the lips.

“What the?” Tifa stumbled back, rubbing at her mouth with the back of her palm – but she could already tell that had been more than a simple kiss. Her head was feeling fuzzy, like a dense fog was settling over her thoughts, and she felt very dizzy all of a sudden…

“Tifa!” The other two fighters jumped forward to support her, Aerith grabbing her and pulling her back while Cloud moved between her and Madam. “What did you just do to her?”

“My job.” Madam shrugged, clearly enjoying herself. “You’re not the first troublemakers that the Don has sent to me to clean up, you know. I’m quite good at it. I’m sure you’ve already seen my work around the district…”

The blond growled, trying to look as intimidating as he could in a very pretty dress. To his credit, he pulled it off. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Behind him, Aerith was fretting over her new friend. Tifa was sweating and moaning, and for a second the healer thought she might have been poisoned, but her assess spell – weak though it was for lack of proper materia – said otherwise. The status condition developing over the bartender’s head was one she’d never seen before: ‘Mook’. And without knowing what it was, she had no idea how to cure it…

Before she could dwell on that fact, though, whatever was happening seemed to come to a head. Tifa stiffened in Aerith’s arms, gasping for air – and her outfit began to change. The blue dress she’d been wearing to infiltrate Corneo’s mansion grew thinner, the ties holding it up around her neck slimming down to narrow straps, leaving her chest almost fully exposed, while the lower half of the garment split off entirely to form a separate, tight fitting pair of black booty shorts. Thick lipstick spread over the bartender’s mouth, and blue eyeshadow over her eyelids, dashes of rouge colouring her cheeks.

In a matter of moments her look had gone from classy yet seductive to cheap whore. Aerith was stunned.

Which was unfortunate, because when Tifa opened her eyes a moment later, the friendly, kind woman she’d met before was gone – and the look in them now was much more like Madam’s than the martial artist she’d been getting to know.

“Tif-Mmp!?!” The healer didn’t even manage to get a single word out before the girl in her arms had wriggled around and silenced her with another kiss – this one far more than a light peck on the lips. No, Aerith found herself quickly being pushed back as her head grew fuzzy and her limbs weak, a suddenly very driven Tifa pressing her up against the wall and pushing her tongue into her mouth.

The experience was intense. Pleasurable feelings rushed through her, especially in her chest, which she could swear she could feel growing. But despite the very enjoyable feelings, and the really, really fun tongue in her mouth, the brunette tried her darndest to avoid being hit by the Mook status effect. She was a Centra, after all, the last guardian of the planet, and with the small power that granted her she could try to stop-

At least, she could have, before Tifa’s fingers slipped up under her dress and began massaging her inner folds. That was too much even for the last Centra. With a long, needy moan, drunk in by her new friend’s lips, Aerith’s resistance collapsed, and the change overtook her as well. Slutty makeup slathered itself over her face as her red dress shrunk inwards, turning into a tight fitting leather hooker skirt that hugged her improved curves. And in her head, the generous, enthusiastic healer vanished in a flash of pleasure, replaced by an eager, obedient whore.

The kiss finally ended, and the two new Mooks smiled at one another – before their eyes shifted to the last member of their former party.

Cloud had been busy trying to keep Madame at bay, his enhanced speed and strength doing a lot to compensate for his lack of gear. But even so, he knew he was only holding the line and buying time for Tifa to return. Without his sword, there just wasn’t much he could do against an actual monster.

That came to an end when he felt two sets of hands grab him from behind, locking his arms at his sides. “What- Hey, let go!”

But the smiling girls beside him had no interest in doing that – and he, unfortunately, couldn’t think of a way to get loose without hurting them. This was bad.

“Well done girls.” Madam grinned, stepping closer. “I see you’re already getting into the spirit of how things work around here. Now it’s just the one trouble maker left. Hm.” She paused to consider him. “Now I could make you into another thug – I’m sure that mako enhanced strength of yours would be useful there… But no. No, I’m afraid you just look too good in that dress. I’ll keep you in a set with these two.”

And before Cloud could respond, she leaned forward and kissed him.

Strange feelings flooded through him as a haze settled over his thoughts. It was a strangely familiar feeling, but even focusing on that much proved to be impossible, his mind quickly sinking into a bubbling pink soup as pleasure began to spread through his body. By the time the changes began, he was all but limp in the three women’s arms.

Hands reached under his dress – by now he couldn’t tell if they were Tifa or Aerith’s – and began to massage his chest. At first, it was just a pleasant feeling, but then warmth began to grow beneath his skin, a pleasant pushing sensation, growing up, swelling, firming beneath those wonderful fingers, his tight muscles plumping out into big, bountiful breasts…

More fingers stroked tenderly at his throat, softly massaging his Adam’s apple away, until his gentle moans into Madam’s kiss rose to a higher, sweeter pitch…

And another hand dipped under his dress, slipping into his underwear and stroking at his uncomfortably hard member, slick fingers sliding up and down his shaft, driving up an unquenchable heat that grew hotter and hotter until-

Oh!

- Until with a shudder that made his legs shake, his cock exploded in her hand, climaxing with such a sudden, shaking force that his entire cock shot back up inside her body, flesh gently enfolding it behind a dainty little blond furred slit. Her insides felt momentarily swimmy, shifting around to accommodate her new womb, but the sensation just made the blonde moan all over again, her eyes rolling up in her head.

By the time her clothes reformed – her purple dress rising up her legs to expose her calfs, her sleeves vanishing all the way up to her shoulders, the back evaporating to expose her smooth shoulder blades – her body was done. Her muscles had disappeared, along with a foot of her height, and her blonde hair had merged with her extensions. Coupled with the slutty makeup that now spread over her face, the idea was clear – she was a classier whore than her two companions, but she was still a whore, through and through.

Three heroes had vanished, replaced with a new, eager trio of level 1 call girls.

“There,” Madam purred, finally ending her kiss and stepping back to admire her work. “And didn’t you turn out well? What do we say, girls?”

“Thank you Madam~” Came a cheerful chorus of three voices, all three girls obediently following her cues.

“Very good. Now! You wanted to see the Don, didn’t you?” She walked towards the door, her new mooks following in her wake. “Well, I think he’ll be very happy to see you now. A good first client for you to practice your charms on, before you head out onto the streets. Come along, girls… Let’s go introduce you to your new boss.”

And happily, the girls did just that, their quest for answers completely forgotten. Just like their former lives. There were just three new Don Corneo mooks on the streets now – and they wouldn’t have it any other way.