Reclassed

Story by WotanAnubis

TITLE: Reclassed

AUTHOR: WotanAnubis

FANDOM: Fire Emblem: Shadow Dragon

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Fire Emblem or the characters from it. No profit is made.

RATING: NC-17

PAIRING: Lena/Shiida

NOTE: When playing Fire Emblem, I usually insist on two things: recruiting everybody and keeping everybody alive. Unfortunately, the new/old Shadow Dragon makes it impossible for me to accomplish both at the same time. So, to temporarily drown the anguished wailing of my inner perfectionist, have some random smut.

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Lena kneeled within the quiet confines of her tent and tried to pray. She'd donned the white, clerical robes of her real calling for tonight, since she'd hadn't worn them for far too long. She knew she could not really blame Marth for this, though part of her would have liked to. These were dark times after all, and if it was necessary for her to focus her talents on harming rather than healing then she would so without complaint.

But this twisting of her magic weighed on her. Even more so ever since...

Lena closed her eyes and prayed, attempting to banish the thought from her head. For the first time in her life she whispered the words. She'd always believed there was no need for that. Now she needed the noise, if only to stop her mind from wandering.

There was no reply. There never had been, of course, but that hadn't bothered her before. Her road had always been clear, or at least not so strewn with obstacles that she required divine intervention.

But right now she needed a sign. A hint that what she was doing was right. That she wasn't being punished for changing the way she used her magic.

Just one small sign.

Lena jumped when she heard a sudden rustling. Looking around she was partly relieved and partly disappointed to see the princess Shiida entering her tent.

"Can I help you?" the red-haired cleric asked.

"Not particularly," said Shiida. "Am I interupting something?"

Lena stood up and brushed down her white robes. Then she turned around and sat down again with slightly more speed than was proper. "Not really," she replied.

The blue-haired princess smiled vaguely. "Should I call you Sister Lena again?"

"No need," Lena said, barely managing to return her smile. "I simply feel more comfortable wearing these robes."

"You don't look very comfortable," Shiida said.

"Why are you here?" Lena asked before the princess could say anything more.

"No particular reason," Shiida said. "There are many fine men in our army, but sometimes I simply prefer the company of a woman."

Lena tried not to give the princess a strange look. There had been a certain... edge to her words. She'd noticed it before. Shiida was always as courteous and graceful as was expected from a princess, but sometimes it seemed that was a mere mask for impishness. It sometimes nearly seemed like she laughed at people even when she was as polite as should be expected.

"I see," said the cleric.

"However, it seems I will not find that company here," Shiida said.

Lena felt her body growing cold even as her heart started beating faster. "Why would you say that?"

"When you turned around just now, I do believe I noticed something that should not have been there."

Lena knew she shouldn't be surprised. The princess was also a pegasus knight, after all. She needed good eyesight to distinguish friend from foe when she soared high above the battlefield. She should certainly be able to distinguish female from not-quite-female from quite up close.

"You're right," the redhead admitted. "My body has changed recently."

"If I may ask, to what extent?" Shiida asked.

"Only... those parts," Lena replied. "So far, in any case."

"How curious. Do you know the cause?"

"I believe I was not careful enough when I first began using my magic for battle," Lena said. "I fear it may have... twisted me."

"And so you have gone from cleric to curate?"

"Princess, please."

"Forgive me," Shiida said. "I see this pains you. Would you allow me to ease that pain?"

"Princess?"

"You say your body has been twisted. I believe it has been blessed. I would like to convince you of my belief, if you would let me."

Again, there was that strange edge to her words as though what she said both was and was not exactly what she meant. But Lena was not inclined to let that bother her right now. She had prayed for a sign, after all. Who was to say it could not come in the form of the princess in front of her?

"I would appreciate it if you could," she said.

Shiida leaned in and reached up to run a hand through her red hair. Before Lena could ask what she was doing she kissed her.

Lena had no experience in these matters, but she was willing to believe it was a good kiss by any standard. After all, she felt no compunction to push Shiida away or to pull away herself. All she felt were the princess's tender lips and a return of warmth to her unfamiliar body. She reacted almost by instinct and did her best to return Shiida's kiss, though mostly

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