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The attack, when it came, completely blindsided the unaware Sabin.
Using the newly discovered 'Malboro' magicite summon, Shadow inflicted just about every status ailment there was on the musclebound monk. Thus, Sabin was all but helpless to use magic, blitzes, items, or fight back in any other way as the ninja calmly approached him. One simple tug was all it took to tip the guy forward... and across his knee.
And just like that, half of Shadow's mission parameters were already filled. He pinned Sabin’s legs underneath one of his leaner ones and hiked the larger man up. Might be the easiest job he'd ever done.
He went about filling the second half as he undid the sash around Sabin's waist, then pulled it down sharply along with his pants. Interceptor helpfully aided with that part by tugging with his teeth. That fully uncovered Sabin's ass—and by the warring triad it was a beauty. The lost prince of Figaro had a full, rounded butt that was perfectly shaped, with a muscular firmness to it that bards could write songs about. Let's just say he never skipped leg day.
By that time the status ailments were starting to wear off. [Darkness] went first, and Sabin blinked as he got a good look at the ground several inches from his face. [Silence] went next, and he worked his jaw as speech flowed back to his tongue. "H-hey, what gives? Shadow, I thought we were buddies!"
The ninja stared at him, and Sabin huffed.
“Okay, maybe not buddies,” he corrected. The ninja had always made sure their relationship was strictly professional. “But battle buds. Y’know, we watch each other’s backs. We’ve fought together countless times!”
"That’s true enough.”
“Then why the sneak attack?!”
“Unfortunately, a job is still a job."
"Wait a sec, a JOB?!” Sabin said in surprise, “You mean somebody paid you to do this?!"
"Huh. Sounds like I said too much."
Sabin turned his head and glared at the others. The party was made up of all guys that day, out there on the Veldt, and he was beginning to figure out why. That, and the fact none of them were making a move to help him.
"Okay, which one of you sold me out!" he demanded testily. But a sudden smack made him yelp, derailing the conversation. "O-ouch! Hey, c'mon Shadow!"
"Sorry Sabin. I was paid to do this, too."
More sharp swats followed. Shadow delivered them hard and fast, with just the slightest flick of his wrist with every swing. In short, they stung like hell. In no time at all Sabin was wincing and squirming his muscled bottom. It was clear Shadow knew what he was doing when it came to delivering punishment.
Maybe Sabin should've been grateful he wasn’t getting anything worse. After all, Shadow hadn't exactly earned his cold-blooded reputation by giving spankings. But he wasn't feeling too grateful just then.
"O-ouch! Oww! Quit it! Ahhhh! Come on!" he protested. Sabin twisted and kicked. Or at least, he tried to while still under the effects of [slow], [poison], [sap], and who knew what else. As it was, the muscular monk could barely buck in place as his beefy cheeks bucked and quivered under their punishment. He yelped and cried out to the others.
"Oooooh! C'mon guys, this is humiliatin'! Help me out here!"
"Sorry little bro. But this is way too entertaining to stop,” answered Edgar with a grin. “Besides, you've earned it."
Sabin twisted his neck around to glare at his more handsome—not to mention more lecherous—twin.
"Owww! Edgar! Don't tell me you paid him to do this?"
"Me? An interesting thought. But you know I'm way too sentimental about my coins to spend any of them on something like this," Edgar replied, flicking one into the air and catching it. It was an odd make, with two heads gleaming on it. "Tell you what though, if you can guess who hired Shadow, maybe they'll be nice and call the whole thing off."
"Youch! Nnngh!" Sabin grit his teeth as the spanks didn't let up. "A-are you serious?!"
"Sure. It's not like we've got anything better to do. Or you’ve got anything to lose."
The bodybuilder grimaced. But a glance at the party found the rest of them all nodding in agreement, so he huffed. "F-fine! Then was it Locke...?"
The lean treasure hunter folded his arms behind his head. "I’m seriously your first guess for somebody who’d hire a spank-assassin?"
"Owwww! Well did you?!"
"Heh, guess again."
"Aaah! Cyan??"
The swordsman's mustache bristled. "If I were to do so it’d serve thee right! Thou hast been acting thoughtlessly for far too long! Always rushing into things, not to mention overly familiar and never using the correct titles for—”
“Owwww!! Cyan did you hire him or didn’t you!!”
“Hmph. T'was not I."
Sabin winced as he received more sharp slaps, right to the base of his bottom. "OWW! SETZER??"
The gambler chuckled. "It'd be one way to collect your gambling debts, at least. You still owe me at least 5,000 gil."
“So it was you?!”
“Guess again, big boy.”
"AAAH! S-STRAGO?"
The old magus snorted. "I'll tell you one thing: it'd do an overgrown whippersnapper like you a world of good! None of your generation have proper discipline! Why, back in my day you’d all be—"
"Ohhhh!" Sabin interrupted him with a pained bellow. "C'mon guys, just tell me which of you it was! I can't—Oooh!—take much more of this!"
It was true; with every accusation Sabin made his butt grew progressively redder, bouncing and squirming under the harsh slaps before all their eyes. The muscular cheeks flexed with indignation but—through some strange twist of masculine aesthetic—that only made them more spankable, not less. The [slow] effect at least wore off, giving Sabin the freedom to better struggle. He flung an arm back to block some of the spanks, but Shadow expertly caught his wrist and twisted it around behind his back. The strong-bodied martial artist could only grit his teeth as he was spanked harder for his efforts, and he started to really kick and writhe.
"Ooh ooh ooh! Okay, okay. I know who it has to be! MOG!” he said in increasing desperation. “It-it was you, wasn't it little guy?"
The cuddly moogle just glared at him and crossed his stubby arms. "Kupo!" he retorted, right as another flurry of merciless blows met Sabin's upturned buns.
"OWWWWWW!! Okay, I'm sorry! I know that was stupid! But who was it then!? There's nobody left!! Was it one of the girls?? Umaro??? Freakin' GAU??! THE GHOST OF GENERAL LEO?? WHO?? OWWWWW!!"
The various male Returners caught each others' eyes and gave tight grins.
In truth, each of them had contributed to the 'Spank Sabin' fund. Just about every guy on the team had a bone to pick with the flexing, flaunting bodybuilder, and a few gil from each had been more than enough to cover Shadow's operating costs, especially since he'd even done the job at a discount. That way, they all got to settle up at once and enjoy Sabin's comeuppance as a group.
Not that Sabin needed to know that. At least not for awhile. The spanking would wind down... eventually.
In the meantime, it was way too much fun watching him squirm and kick and keep trying to guess which of them was the instrument of his humiliation. They settled back to enjoy the show, even coming up with a few side-bets, mostly having to do with how long the musclehead could last before he started bawlin’.