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My first thought upon taking a sharp inhale was shit that hurt. What ‘that’ was I couldn’t say, all I knew was a full body bone deep pain. I couldn’t even open my eyes nor could I let loose the groan that I wanted to. Hell, laying still hurt forget trying to actually move it was that intense. Distraction; I need a distraction to get my mind off of the sheer agony. Beyond the thudding pulse in my brain -joy and laughter- my ears detected a steady beeping noise. Aah, a heart monitor okay. Olfactory senses scent antiseptics and an undertone of bleach and . . . is that greasy decay . . . mmmm tasty. Huzzah, I’m in a hospital bed. Muffled voices made themselves known as the pain faded into background noise, although I couldn’t make out a single word that was said. No, something is very much wrong here: the pain is fading fast now, yet I’m not lethargic from being drugged to my eyeballs. My heart rate hasn’t changed in the slightest, even though it should have going from an unconscious state to awake and aware -same for my breathing pattern. I can feel my body processing oxygen at a highly efficient rate, which is a very odd thing to experience.
It was at this point that the memories started flowing. Of course they weren’t mine per se as I have another set detailing what my mind’s eye is seeing from an outsider’s point of view. Oh goodie the Swiss-cheese holes in events are present, well it’s a good thing that I have the missing bits.
My attention was drawn to the IV line inserted into my left arm by a shift in color from clear to a hot pink streaked with cream. It reminded me of a strawberry-vanilla milkshake without any chunkiness. Question is, just what does that concoction do? I don’t feel any different. At least I didn’t until a shower of the stuff washed my body informing me that I was in the all-together. Just as the noise of the gloop landing in an echoing splat died down did a muffled shrill alarm sound somewhere in the building.
This isn’t a hospital, it’s a fucking laboratory. I don’t know how I got here but I think that’s enough of a stay for one lifetime. Skills that I hadn’t possessed before allowed me to unhook myself from the medical equipment just as the room shook. I heard an electrical discharge and looked up in time to see the glass door’s metallic frame swing outward letting in the sheer noise as people shouted orders over each other and that annoying-ass klaxon. I hopped off of the table -now that I can see it, yeah that’s no bed- and made my way into the next room.
How convenient that clothes and a very familiar weapon awaited me in a display case like they were some sort of trophy. Well, thank you very much for hanging onto my gear schmucks. Although this sleeveless turtleneck has got to go -I’ve never been a fan of anything touching my throat. Gods, what’s with these puffy pants? Yes, a new wardrobe is in order . . . when I figure out where exactly I am.
Scouring the room I found a couple pages worth of notes on what the hell was being done to me. Ninety percent of it I couldn’t make sense of being in jargon; what I could read made my shoulders slump. Seems there was a bit of a population crisis going on, what with there only being roughly two million people on the whole planet. Some genius had the brainwave to try to make . . . if I’m reading this right a ‘liquid Materia enhancement’ for breed-ability or some such bullshit. I actually hope I’m off the mark and not interpreting the pages correctly but knowing my life no such luck.
Glancing around to make certain I got everything I spied a mirror. Yep, my reflection was that of Cloud Strife -spiky blond hair, glowing baby blue eyes, and perma-scowl in place. Okay, that helps narrow down part of the where am I question. Inspecting the walls gave another clue: that hint of greasy decay my nose had picked up earlier was coming from the facility itself. I could see rust and mold slowly reclaiming the yellowish metal.
Hmmm, perhaps the situation wasn’t quite as bad as I had feared originally. Better, I think, to be in a semi-abandoned lab than within Hojo’s personal domain. I shuddered at the thought of the pure idiocy of the ‘Professor’ keeping her in that building. Dumbass is just asking for trouble in my opinion.
Right, the here and now. Room scavenged for anything useful -those notes I stashed on my person for later, maybe I’ll find somebody to translate them to English- it was time to go. The door on the right led to an empty observation booth -useless. Backtracking I tried the other door to find a long hallway . . . and several dozen science experiments gone wrong feasting on the unlucky scientists and guards. Ooh-kay that is fucking disgusting. Aah, there’s a gap in the crates on my left; just enough to squeeze through by turning sideways. Popping out of the other side I heard -and felt- an explosion behind me. Turning my head to look revealed that the tiny path I had just taken was now filled with rubble -that’s fine, I didn’t see any doors in that long curving corridor. This way led around to an armory of all things. Well, don’t mind if I do so I looted the place for everything I could carry . . . which turned out to be a surprising amount. Oh that’s right, there is an Inventory. Nice.
Back in the hall I could see a ladder in the distance. By the lack of windows I had already figured that I was below ground, the state of the lab gave me a much better idea of where I am. This . . . yes, this is the Underground Test Site. I wonder how Cloud got brought in here to begin with -well, before I showed up at any rate. He must’ve just stumbled into Midgar on Zack’s shoulder and was picked up. Whoever had done so was about as unscrupulous as Hojo injecting and bathing me in that Materia solution not knowing exactly who I am.
Well if I am where I think I am, then that means I’m under the Sector Seven Slums. The escape trunk will have me pop out in Sector Six’s Evergreen Park. The main entrance was more than likely sealed by that explosion so I have a goal now.
I did take the time to scour every room I came across on the long climb to the main office block. Whatever disaster had occurred here was recent as the monsters hadn’t taken over the facility nor were any of the specimen cages compromised yet. This worked in my favor giving me a chance to look for either more clues as to what’s going on here or more loot to take. Stairs, ladders, oh I know what’s behind that door and I’m glad it’s sealed right now -damn that Behemoth is loud-, more stairs, rumbling and crumbling caused by the above monster bellowing behind me as I went sealing the path which I didn’t mind as I wasn’t going to come back here for a long time.
In the office block I found a ‘key item’. It had to be, being that it was a letter penned to Tifa Lockheart apparently from me as a ‘hey, in town need work’ shorthand that I would honestly expect from canon-Cloud. The envelope it had been in was nowhere to be found. Meh, I’ll do it in person much better good yes. With nothing else of value here I took the escape trunk to the service tunnel, brought the ladder up with me and sealed the exit to help contain the monsters for now.
Just after stepping through and closing the gate that led to the Test Site I took a moment to breathe in relief. This was a safe area which would give me time to actually look at the Buster Sword. Huh, it is heavy yet this body can handle it one-handed. Oh yay a measly Fire Materia that’s fairly new -better than nothing, but still a bit of a pain to deal with at first. The sharp edge gleamed in the light, somebody having just run a whetstone across and oiled it. Even the solid steel ‘weight’ of the blade had a fresh coat of black paint hiding the minor imperfections and battle scars. Giving some test swings to get used to the weapon I slung it onto the magnetic holster on my back giving it a bit of a tilt so my left leg won’t hit it when I run.
Aah, ehhhhxcellent; the ladder going up to Sector Seven is in place so I don’t have to go all the way to the Park and backtrack through the Gate which may or may not be open depending on the time of day and my shitty luck. Up we get, down the tunnel and pop out into the Slums. Smog-filled air much better than the stench down in the Test Site, and when the wind blows just right fresh air is brought in over the Wall making it even better.
Okay, I know where I am for sure now as I gazed between the gap in the Sector Six and Seven plate up at the reactor. By how bright it was I’d guess at it being around noon meaning Tifa is out running errands. That’s part of the when but I don’t know the date other than it’s before the Reactor One Job. Wandering through town I listened in on conversations -a lot of which cut out when people noticed me loitering. I’ll give them credit for I am a stranger in their community and that usually meant either a Plate Dweller or Shinra, not something that the locals want to deal with.
A flash of skin drew my attention to the left as I neared Seventh Heaven. Well, I think I may have discovered part of whatever that cocktail did: to my eyes Jessie Rasberry is running around as naked as the day she was born . . . which made that gun magically sticking to her rather tight ass stand out. The thing is that it appeared to be only me who noticed -none of the people she passed so much as raised an eyebrow or leered much beyond the casual glance. What the actual fuck? I caught myself staring -her proportions weren’t large but they worked on her frame. Mmph, legs up to her face I swear though.
Right, I need to find something to do to kill time and get stronger. Jogging through town I came upon the gate for Scrap Boulevard. Monster hunting it is then.
FFC
That was too easy, even though it let me eat hours of the day. Hmmm, maybe another effect of that concoction was enhanced strength? Either way I spent eight hours looping around the scrap killing everything in my path grabbing items and much needed money -loot drops fantastic yes. Crappy loot, but better than nothing which is what I had started with. I got the Materia maxed out because I like fire . . . and even then the mana usage wasn’t draining like it should have been. Nor should have it zoomed to full growth like it did, but I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Now that the sun is setting I’m pretty sure that Tifa has opened the bar for the night, so it’s time to go make an entrance. A quick sniff revealed that I was still as fresh as if I’d stepped out of a shower, another oddity that I’m not really going to question when I knew canon-Cloud slept in his clothes all the time. Ugh, gross could they have put in a laundry scene if for no other reason than to prove it gets done? Some luggage or even extra clothes laying about just to show that there was more than one outfit?
Speaking of, I managed to hit the clothing vendor before they closed for the night. Blue button down short-sleeve shirt, black cargo pants aah that’s much better than the bullshit I’d had on although I kept the boots. It had the effect of making me more respectable-looking and less like a denier -canon-Cloud had always griped about being an ex-SOLDIER and yet continued to run around in their uniform. I avoided the suits and jackets because as snazzy as the Turks looked I’m not about to emulate them. I grabbed as many sets as I could, stashing the spares in my Inventory.
Why am I so nervous? It’s Tifa, the young woman that has had a crush on the aloof Cloud for seemingly ever. Gods, the boy that had left home had done so to impress her which she saw through and thus forced the promise out of him on that water tower. Making my way over to Seventh Heaven I took a deep breath before opening the doors.
Time seemed to have stopped when she looked up to greet the latest customer. I could see her eyes widen in surprise as she recognized me. For my end of it . . . yet another woman appearing to run around in the buff yet only I could see that. Oh, those thirty-two triple-Ds are fabulous let me tell you. Aah very nice, clean shaven just the way I liked it.
“Cloud . . .?” she broke the moment, slowly stepping forward.
“Hey Tifa, it’s been a while,” the epic fail greeting about had me facepalming hard enough for damage.
“Cloud!” or not as she hurried across the room to latch onto me in a hug. I’m glad I got rid of the stupid bolt protrusions on my get up even if I kept the gloves so I don’t hurt her as my arms wrapped around her waist. Hmmm, I feel clothes on my bare arms yet I don’t see them that’s odd. “W-what are you doing here?!” she leaned back to look up at my face.
“I’m -,” I cut myself off, gazing about the room that had taken a keen interest in us. She’s a popular one with the locals, many of the men openly leering at her even if they kept their opinions to themselves. Those leers had turned into burning jealousy at seeing their beloved barkeep leap into the arms of a stranger. “Let’s talk about that later. How’ve you been doing?”
“Hmmm?” she glanced around before stepping out of my embrace in embarrassment, turning to head for the bar. Hot damn she’s got a nice ass. “I’ve been pretty good,” she tossed over her shoulder even as I headed for an empty stool to have a seat.
“That’s good to hear,” the room was silent listening in to our conversation . . . until they got a look at the massive sword hanging on my back. That sent the patrons back to their business. “So, I need a favor.”
“Anything,” she was prompt to offer, bracing herself by her arms on the bar top.
“I find myself needing jobs,” I leaned forward and lowered my voice. “I quit the SOLDIER program,” might as well go with that white lie as it worked in canon.
“What, like a mercenary?” her head cocked left in confusion.
“Sure, let’s go with that,” the idea had to have come from somewhere, and I had always doubted that canon-Cloud had wanted to go that route being tired of fighting -which explained his delivery service in Advent Children.
“I know of something in two days,” her expression had gone pensive, not really wanting to go through with it. “The pay is two thousand. We need an experienced fighter as back-up on a specific job.”
“I’m in,” okay, now I have a time-frame to work with. Plus this will give me a chance to meet this particular AVALANCHE cell while giving me time to find the other over by the clinic.
“Really?” apparently my agreement was a bit too fast for her tastes.
“Yeah,” I tried to smile softly at her which at least softened my expression. “It’s a job, and the pay is good enough that I’m willing to stick around for more,” that seemed to do the trick as she relaxed. Turning around she made me a drink, setting it on the bar before heading off to tend to her other customers.
Soon enough it was closing time, the last patron headed out of the doors that shut with a click as the lock engaged. Huh, the others were quite good at blending in when they wanted to -apparently it wasn’t strange in the least for these folks to be seen coming and going at odd hours.
“So, I found us that extra muscle that was asked for,” Tifa led off the meeting after introductions, drawing all attention to me as I reclined on the bar rail.
“Those eyes,” Barret growled, gun arm raising slightly. “You a Shinra lapdog?”
“I can tell that there’ll be much joy and laughter working with you,” I deadpanned at the barb. “Yes I worked for them once upon a time, but not anymore. Now I . . . freelance, offering my services to those that can pay.” And those that can’t, but I do have an image to keep up for a bit.
“Great, a mercenary,” the big man made it sound like a curse, like that was even worse than working for the mega-corporation. I could understand his point of view though, mercs aren’t known for loyalty of any variety except money. He proceeded to ignore my presence for the rest of the meeting, going over minutia on the Reactor Job. Jessie was the tech/explosives expert, Biggs had his fingers in the technology pie, while Wedge . . . the portly man was comedic relief/pure bullshit/could do simple guard duty tasks.
“Two days SOLDIER boy,” was the salutation from Barret as he stomped out of the bar followed by the rest of his cell.
“Sorry about him,” Tifa looked appalled at the behavior.
“Don’t worry about it, I understand,” I waved her concerns off. “I saw the dog-tags, he’s former military and has a sense of loyalty that hasn’t been appeased yet.”
“So, what will you do for the next couple of days?” she clasped her arms behind her, thrusting her breasts outward.
“As much as I’d like to have fun,” I caught her flirt and returned it, “I have some preparations of my own to make. I’ll be back in time for the job but expect to be busy until then.”
“Oh,” she failed to hide her disappointment, although she was pleased that I had noticed her actions.
FFC
The Sector Five Slums are a treasure trove to those that know what it is they are looking at. Shinra dumped an ass-ton of military hardware here over the years, up to and including missiles. The former rocket pad site might explain why the plate above is only half-finished considering the Sector Six collapse was rebuilt first.
Still, there were goodies to be found. Tanks, howitzers, and what I was looking for: anti-aircraft guns. Somebody out there had either planes or helicopters to be shot down and I doubt it was Wutai. Ignoring the implications of how much war Shinra has brought over the years I found three AA batteries that were still operational. Two were of the shell variety while the third was a SAM launcher. In the typical lack of care about waste there were munitions crates right there for the taking. The problem was how to get these things from here to Sector Seven. It would take one of those Blackhawk clones as the paths were too narrow for a truck of any size to get into the Dump.
As it just so happens I know of a group with said clones: AVALANCHE. Now I just have to convince them to move the hardware without asking too many questions. Considering how much was here and still worked -or could be brought back online with some work- maybe just cluing them into the existence of the weapons will be enough of a payment.
I made the trek back to Sector Seven via the Sector Six Collapsed Expressway and Evergreen Park over going down through Wall Market because I wasn’t up to tempting fate . . . or the Whispers . . . just yet. It took a bit of hanging around the clinic but I finally found the in I was looking for when a group of three headed inside. I could see the woman Nayo pause to bend over to pick up the letter I had slipped under the door -coincidentally flashing me as she had no panties on under that short skirt. What the hell is going on with things like that? I was pulled out of my introspection as the three were intrigued by my request and payment idea yammering for all to hear being that they were always on the hunt for mil-spec gear. Low risk for high rewards was too tempting to pass up, and all they had to do was move some AA hardware to get the goods. Of course I wasn’t silly enough to tell them what the guns or launcher did: apparently it was ‘lost knowledge’ or some such bullshit, no doubt it’s been a long time since anybody fought Shinra on equal terms.
Go ahead Shitheads, try to drop the plate: I have a surprise for you.
FFC
The night of the Reactor One Job we met up at the Sector Seven Station to begin the train hop to Sector One. First was up to the plate, then across Sector Eight, find the supply line in Sector One then jump onto a moving train. It was quite awesome hitching a ride on a tanker car with the wind roaring as we traveled.
The first enemy contact was of course after we’d reached the secure rail depot. Barret did his grumbling growling routine running off leaving the pair of guards to me. Here I had a choice: either ‘defeat’ them in some good guy parody or kill them. Considering that Old Man Shinra is going to cause the reactor to explode and kill dozens . . . well, they want blood they shall have it. I didn’t even slow down as I performed a dash-spin, the blade of my sword passing through the mook’s necks relieving them of their heads. At least these guys signed up for potential death unlike the civilians.
Make a left, up the stairs, ahh more mooks. Roll-slash and over the turnstile into another roll-slash-turn-swipe to get the third hiding behind the pillar. Five dead guards in as many seconds. Head up the stairs, open the chest for health potions. Go to the alcove above the stairs, another chest this time with some grenades. Out onto the balcony ooh I spy Shinra supply boxes time to wreck their shit. Excellent, seven crates seven Moogle Medals -it’s a good thing that I know what these are for.
Wedge gave me a thumbs up finishing the conversation with Biggs and Jessie that I’d eavesdropped on after catching up to the others.
“Eh, we’ll see,” might not have been the answer they had wanted to hear but it was far more nicer than the original one-time-gig bullshit that they hadn’t deserved. Canon-Cloud was a complete dick at times when it wasn’t called for. I hung around long enough to listen to Biggs and Jessie talk about me, the brunette showing some interest which considering that to my eyes she was naked I took to be a good thing. Gods, now I have to go listen to Barret speechify wonderful. I got it the first time thank you, I don’t need it repeated over and over.
Through the door into Reactor Access, hurray more mooks accompanied by angry doggos in waves this time. Again it feels too easy, roll-slash-roll-swipe and the first group is a head shorter. Take the breather to grab the ether in the chest off to the left then repeat when the second group made their appearance. This is kind of irritating: I’m doing all of the heavy lifting while the others get to run on ahead. Meh, I’ll balance that out with the fact that I can feel myself getting stronger. More boxes smashed -skunked this time, boring- then lift platform up to the walkway to reach the next area. As I tried to go through the new door Jessie had made in the gate Biggs pointed out the new arrivals for me to deal with: two guards and their companion doggo. My irritation shown through when I overpowered a basic Fire spell and burnt the three to a crisp. Whoops.
On through a maze of fencing for no apparent reason other than making a bullshit path, can’t forget to smash those boxes on the left before continuing through the open gate. Down the ramp more mooks God damn it oh well. Roll-slash and they bite the dust, grab the chest, keep moving. Pull the switch to open the door and here we go, the entrance to Reactor One. I followed behind Jessie, my eyes glued to her ass. Hey, if she’s flaunting it I’m going to look. It looks fabulous on her frame.
More doors, more mooks. It was a never-ending repeat of the same thing it seemed. We finally made it to the elevator that goes to Core Access.
“It’s not any of my business but . . . you know Tifa?” Jessie had picked up on something during the meeting two days ago.
“We’re from the same town,” I managed to get out as the elevator arrived and Barret gave me a shove. Ass. The brunette and I shared a look and apparently the same thought before stepping in. It’s only because I know the man and his motivations that I don’t bite his head off even with his digs at me and need to speechify.
Finally I got some help as I couldn’t reach the Sentry Bots, so I let Barret handle those while I went after the Monodrives. I still call bullshit on Jessie not firing a shot yet getting through without a hassle. Down the stairs, aah the laser security grid.
“Follow me,” Jessie ran off.
“Honey, I’ll follow that ass anywhere,” I mumbled no longer able to contain myself earning a surprised grunt from Barret.
“I heard that!” she called from the other side of the cargo containers that were solely here to be in the way.
“Is that a bad thing?” I wondered to nobody nor did I get an answer.
The lasers were easy. They cycled off and gave a hint when they were going to come back on by small particles appearing just beforehand. Down a level and joy another set, this time the pattern was three bursts on, pause off to recharge. Simple enough with the built in cheat to bypass. Down again and there’s the last guardian before the Core proper -a Sweeper. Dodge out of the way of its charge, have Barret hit it with Thunder, and whack away. Down it goes in short order excellent.
“Aww, choosing me over the reactor how sweet,” Jessie flirted when I stepped up to talk to her when we were about to part ways.
“This bomb of yours,” I ignored it for now to get to business, “it’ll be enough to damage the Core and force a shut-down, nothing more.”
“Yes . . .?” she gave me a very odd look for my statement.
“We’re being watched,” surprised both of them earning a raised eyebrow from me. “This is Shinra’s city, they have cameras everywhere. Surely that was taken into account when planning this.”
“Shit,” Barret rubbed his buzz-cut with his one hand. You’ve got to be kidding me.
“Good thing I wasn’t idle when waiting for tonight,” yes most of my time was eaten by my sojourn to Sector Five but I had gotten a couple of side projects done. One of which was that Shinra has no idea about Cyber Warfare and Security. Hacking the city-wide camera grid was child’s play as it was deemed an ‘unimportant’ enough for encryption system. “Just . . . keep in mind what I said about the bomb, I’ll show you the rest later.” I wasn’t going to voice that I had an in to the feeds and alert the enemy that they were compromised.
Down the ladder Barret and I went, time to get this done. More mech defenses, more destroyed as we went. Gaining strength good yes, the cash loot was much more appreciated over the items as they were really weak. More ladders, grab the Vest out of the chest, and finally the Core. Set timer for twenty minutes -way too much time, I’ve made the exit in another life in four.
Joy and laughter, the Scorpion Sentinel. Barret on Thunder duty, me hacking away at it. Dodge-slash-dodge-swipe-dodge-overhead slam good. Crush the field generator because fuck it having shields. The thing is doing more damage to the Core Room than we could ever hope to achieve firing rockets into the ceiling. More Thunder assists, more crazy combat moves and victory is ours time to get the hell out of here.
Destroy more Monodrives -huh, it’s getting to the point I’m one-hit-killing them- and up the ladder. Forty-five seconds out of twenty minutes passed, no rush whatsoever. Aah, time to help Jessie after that pipe fell from on high. Swing my way over to her chosen exit path.
“You good?” I didn’t waste time before lifting the chunk of concrete off of her legs.
“Yeah,” she looked awe-struck at the speed with which I moved.
More ladders, grab the chest of lame, follow the woman. Up the ladder, can’t resist the temptation to look up. Peek-a-boo, I see you! One last ladder, link up with Barret time to bust some heads. A mixed batch of mooks and mechs this time, easy peasy. We fought our way in so of course we had to fight our way out. Fuck you Shock Trooper, eat some Fire and die. Run-run-run-run, fight-fight-fight-fight. Reach the elevator with almost seventeen minutes on the timer, a new record.
Run out of the reactor building, help Jessie yet again -I could tell that she was unhurt so I kept the questions to myself as she’s a proud one-, more running, some acrobatics when the catwalk fell that really impressed the girl, and away we go . . . just as the entire building went up. Shinra was damn lucky that the Sector One and Eight plate supports that were part of the construction held or there’d be a lot of casualties. Thankfully the workers hadn’t fucked off during building nor had any corners been cut -people wouldn’t willingly live nearly half a kilometer off of the ground otherwise.
“No, we didn’t do that,” I answered the depressed questioning of the group when we reached Sector Eight. This close to the reactor the power was down meaning the cameras were out too and I could speak freely. Fortunately cell signals were generated off of the roof of the Shinra building giving city-wide coverage. “Look,” I pulled out a purloined throwaway phone and accessed the server I’d set up in the Sector Five Slums to record straight from the camera network. A little scrolling and selecting had the feed from inside Reactor One on the screen replaying from just before the bomb went off -doing the intended damage, nothing more- to showing the defenses attacking for no apparent reason causing the whole thing to go up.
“Thanks Cloud,” I could hear the relief in Jessie’s voice as she watched over my right shoulder.
“It’s unfair to burden ourselves with things that aren’t our doing,” I bricked the OS on the phone and tossed it into the nearest fire. “Not our fault that Shinra builds shit mechs that go out of control on a whim.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Barret nodded relaxing a bit for the first time around me. He could see what I was doing for his people, even if he was unaware that I had fibbed a bit. “Right, let’s get out of here,” he issued his orders, the group scattering. I kept silent on my pay knowing that Tifa would actually be the one to handle most of it which earned me a point with the big man for not harping on him.
Free goodies from a grateful Jessie and time to run the maze of rubble, stairs and ladders. It was difficult listening to the conversations of the civilians, especially the kids. Fucking Shinra making this far worse than it needed to be. Nothing for it but to soldier on -yes I’m aware of the irony of that statement. Up here, across there, down this, over that, exploding car giving Jessie -whom I could see- a chance to vanish, ride the crumbling concrete to street level wheee oh good there’s the station. Time for hallucinations fantastic.
“You’re a real piece of shit,” I grumbled to Sephiroth when I finally cornered him in the alley. “Stop fucking with my mind asshole.” I didn’t give him time to flap his jaws some more instead rolling in for a slash at . . . nothing. Good, got that out of the way. More rat-in-a-maze time. Public Safety to the left, Aerith to the right . . . and I’m not stuck in the middle with anyone boo. Wait, she’s naked too? What the hell is going on? Hmmm, she may not be the biggest up top but holy hell dat ass wow. Free yellow flower for Tifa, yes please without being an ass to get it -although it’s funny, one playthrough I was an ass and still wound up seeing her later in the ‘date’ scene- and she tried to leave.
Aah hello Whispers, nice to meet you at last. Damn, here come more mooks for me to eat joy. Now she runs off jiggling nicely for my enjoyment giving me the motivation to begin to fight my way to the train line over in the Residential Area. Mooks, mooks with grenade launchers, mooks with riot shields, angry doggos, they just don’t stop. Grab every chest and Materia I come across (Deadly Dodge very nice, that’ll help my combo attack). Central plaza and repeat just adding in Shock Troopers to the list of mooks. Fuck this shit, rampage through them all and take to the rooftops. Down on the far side and here we go again. Lambs to the slaughter, chests, boxes, destroy them all. Okay, there’s the tracks so I should have one more crowd to get through so let’s get it done. Fire for the shields, hack and slash the rest. Ooh, a Huntsman eat Fire for days ass-wipe. Surrounded again although I’ve had enough. Hmmm? Somebody recognized my sword, or me? No matter, time to go. Slash that guy behind me to my right, run along the wall -a Stormtrooper parody, these guys can’t shoot shit- leap onto it then jump for the train while twisting to take in the reactions of the guards left behind. Their awe is a balm on my soul as is their frustration as I disappeared into the Corkscrew Tunnel.
Knock-knock mother fucker, let me in. I didn’t bother bringing up the Whispers, not in the mood for more ribbing from Barret. Why are so many people heading for the Slums? Is it potential safety of being on the ground or something else? I could hear the confusion in the other’s voices as they pondered the same thing. Fighting through the crowd -I see you Kyrie, what are you doing on this train?- I stopped to talk to Jessie for a bit. She wasn’t as mopey as she could have been thanks to showing her the video feed but was instead questioning Shinra’s ‘wisdom’ or lack thereof. Corporate missing any fucks to give is my opinion.
“You’re better than this,” I stopped Barret from haranguing the Shinra employees, the folks who might not actually know what’s going on. “Everybody is entitled to their opinion.” He scowled at me for my efforts but elected to remain silent.
FFC
Back at Seventh Heaven at last, it’s been an eventful day. Oh this is awkward, I see a naked Tifa sitting next to Marlene. Play it cool, nothing is amiss, behave in front of the kid. I’ve got to talk to the childhood friend though, try to figure out what’s going on. That can wait though, we’ll be heading for Stargazer Heights soon enough. Give the yellow flower to the lady, earn some brownie points good yes.
“Why are you in my face?” I snapped at Barret after Marlene scurried away. “Did you not hear Tifa specifically ask me to talk to your daughter? She’s only doing as you taught her, to avoid strangers. You’re as imposing as I am, the only difference is she knows you not me.” Damn hothead, you need to chill. “Now I’ve been patient all day about it: my pay.”
“About that,” Tifa took her cue to herd me outside then lead the way to the apartment building. She pointed out her place, mine, and the Sephiroth-clone Marco’s before following me into mine and closing the door.
“Before you tell me that you don’t have the money,” I set my sword down next to the bed propped on the wall. How canon-Cloud had missed the behavior I have no idea but any outsider could see it in how she had acted. “I . . . something strange is going on,” I filled her in on the circumstances with which I awoke being injected and bathed in some strange concoction before gesturing her over to the mirror above the sink. “You are wearing clothes, yes?” I could see as much in her reflection but wanted verification. Her head whipped in my direction so fast I heard her neck pop. She looked from me to the mirror and back then nodding to which I took my right glove off before placing my bare hand on her left arm. Her gaze switched from my face to where I was touching her to the mirror before she let out a yelp and leapt back.
“What the hell?!” her reaction was expected as she patted herself down while blushing up a storm.
“Believe me when I say that for privacy alone if I could turn it off I would,” I leaned against the door crossing my arms. “Here, I do have some notes for whatever it is that they were working on,” I handed her the pages to let her read, my gaze tilting down to the floor.
“Is . . . does . . . everybody . . .?” she stuttered after handing them back having made as much sense of them as I did.
“Strangely enough, no,” I looked at her again. “So far I’ve only encountered three that this,” I waved my right hand in her direction, “seems to apply to. You, Jessie, and a Flower Girl up in Sector Eight.” Thank all that be for that, I wasn’t in the mood to see a bunch of cocks swinging around. “I suspect it has something to do with compatibility . . . maybe, I don’t understand it all yet.”
“More like attraction I think,” she earned my attention, my eyes finding hers gazing downwards on my body. What the- ooh, oh no.
“Let me guess, I appear naked.” Her blush only intensified. “So I can add ‘transferable by touch’ to the list then, great.” I noticed that she was squirming now making my right eyebrow raise. No, it couldn’t be . . . “You okay?”
“It’s . . . so hot in here all of a sudden,” she fanned her face with her right hand -huh, I can still see her gloves okay that’s different. “Cloud . . . what’s happening to me . . .?” Uh oh, I hear distress in her voice. That promise that was made to her all those years ago reared its head, not that I wouldn’t help her anyway.
“Lay down,” I pointed at the bed while opening the window to let in the cool night air. By the time I turned around she was panting lightly and fighting her hands wanting to wander. “I’m so sorry Tifa, had I known I wouldn’t have . . .”
“Only for you,” she muttered, eyes glazing over as she looked at me. “Ever since you left . . . I’ve been waiting.”
“I know,” good thing that I can read the mood. That was approval if I’ve ever heard it so I might as well not disappoint. I went for her clothes that were invisible to me only to find that they were not there. “Did you undress?”
“N-no,” the country girl in her shown through although she made no effort to cover herself. “D-did you?” No I didn’t, although in her presence my own attire had gained intangibility too it seemed.
“Gods above I was a fool,” canon-Cloud certainly was, missing out on this beauty. I took a seat on the foot of the bed, my hands finding her -to my touch- bare feet and beginning to work their way up her legs. Her panting deepened the higher up I went, her body starting to vibrate in anticipation.
“Y-you’ve had y-your m-moments,” it was getting hard for her to talk and I’d barely done anything yet. Her legs parted on their own it appeared, an invitation that I was going to RSVP pronto. I took the opportunity as I leaned in to inhale deeply, her scent driving me wild. I could see her arousal -swollen lips, glistening fluid, engorged clit. Time for a late dinner as my resistance crumbled. “Fuck Cloud!” she called out, hips jerking on their own at the first lick.
“Already?” I talked into her pussy setting her off again. “Are you normally this sensitive?”
“N-no!” she was answering my question not telling me to stop. “F-fuck, that feels so g-good!” Well, if she likes that let’s see what happens when I slip the middle finger of my right hand into her while sucking on her clit. “Cumming!” aah the sounds of victory again how I love thee.
Hmmm, I wonder if she’s ever tried anything with that ass of hers? There’s two ways to find out and I’m going to employ the fun way. My left hand snaked under her palm up, index finger questing for the prize when I found it.
“CLOUD!” her fluttering told me all that I needed to know about her liking that, and all I did was poke her back door. I best not wear her out before I get mine though, I don’t want to have to deal with it myself when I have somebody perfectly willing right here.
Crawling up her body I paid attention to those marvelous tits of hers, alternating which nipple I was either sucking or playing with. She surprised me when she came again just from breast play, although if that was her originally or the concoction assisting I’ll have to find out later. The moment the tip of my ten inch cock touched her pussy it was like a vacuum effect pulled it in. While I wasn’t a virgin, canon-Cloud was and this body made that known when I came instantly. Fuck it, I’m still going to bang this woman so even though I had just unloaded I set my hips to work giving her a good time.
“Fuck me!” she groaned, limbs wrapping themselves around me.
“Oh I will,” I grunted, my head to the right of hers. “Your pussy is so good that I already came but it’s not enough.” Her eyes widened at that little tidbit. “It said so in the notes: ‘breeding’. You know what that means.”
“Y-yes!” I could feel her clamp down on me inside and out.
“Do you like that thought? Me breeding you?”
“Y-yes!”
For a moment I was at a loss for words not having expected them so I let my cock do the talking for me shaping her much to both of our enjoyment.
“I’m going to cum again,” her moan was music to my ears, encouraging me to work faster. “F-fuck Cloud, that c-cock is g-going to make m-me cum a-again!”
“So am I,” good sex is a workout, and from the way the both of us were sweating I’d say we got our cardio in for the day.
“TIFA/CLOUD!” we peaked at the same time, hips melded as one while I shot my load into her. We lay there for a bit panting in afterglow, gazing into each other’s eyes only to discover a new issue.
“Still?” she looked down her body to where we met, giving a sigh of annoyance. “But I’m tapped out,” her expression went introspective for a moment. “I’m . . . going to need help I believe.” I kept my ego-boosted ‘too much to handle’ question in check. “How much longer do you think you could go on?”
“No idea,” as I’d yet to test the limits of this modified body I honestly had no clue. “I feel like at least two more rounds at least.”
She pushed me up off and out of her before climbing off of the bed to kneel between my legs once I’d set my feet on the floor. This was a good thing as my seed leaked out of her, plopping to the floor instead of say my pillow. I don’t want to do laundry in the middle of the night. Poor woman looked lost being up close to my cock, so I reached down for her hands to have them push her breasts together around me then used my left to tilt her head down. Might as well get a two-for-one out of the deal as I thrust up through her cleavage into her mouth. She caught on from there when I retreated, using her upper body to move up and down my shaft.
“Oh that’s heavenly,” I sighed, enjoying the sensations of a tit-fuck and blowjob at the same time.
“I . . . could get used to this,” she’d paused long enough to ponder, her hands jiggling her breasts before setting back into motion.
“That makes two of us,” my right hand caressed her hair. Of course I’d enjoy it; I was referring more to her specific methods than the actual act. “I’m going to cum soon so you better make up your mind where you want it: in your mouth or on your tits.” It sure hadn’t seemed very long but it is what it is. That she redoubled her efforts only made it better and shortened the fuse. “Fuck Tifa, I can’t hold it anymore!” She can’t say that I didn’t warn her as I erupted yet again into her mouth, the suction she created doing wonderful things to my cock.
“Hmmm . . . different,” she was talking to herself as she pondered my flavor as she sat on her ankles, eyes tracking my still at attention shaft. “Damn, still not enough it seems. You know what, just . . . shit, I can’t-,” I cut her off by picking her up, turning her around, and pulling her down toward my lap. I checked my aim and when I pressed against her back door I stopped leaving it up to her.
“You’ll have to relax if you want to do this,” I advised her, hands holding her steady by her hips. She seemed indecisive for a moment before I felt more of her weight pressing my arms down. She squirmed and rotated around a bit getting me to slip in with a ‘pop’. Thankfully her blowjob was a bit sloppy lubing me up nicely; I wouldn’t want to hurt her by trying to go in dry.
“Oh . . . that-that feels . . . odd, but in a good way,” her groan only amplified things on my end. Tight was the thought on my mind as she sank down.
“Look at that, you’re having a seat,” I praised her when she fully took me in. Not every woman wants anal or can take a solid ten if they do, so for her to do both deserved recognition. I took the opportunity of her adjusting to the sensation to lift her legs up and open a bit to plant her feet on my lower thighs so that she could have leverage for lifting herself up.
“Fuck!” she moaned as she rose before falling. I put my hands to work, the left going up to play with her tits while my right went down to rub her pussy. She’s doing this for me so I might as well make her feel good too, it’s only polite after all. It definitely helped motivate her to work faster bouncing her ass off of my pelvis.
“So tight!” I couldn’t help myself anymore as she effectively fucked herself on my cock. “So good!”
“Fuck me fuck me fuck me . . .” she started chanting, my right hand reported that she was getting slick with arousal again. I moved as much as I could to meet her downstroke with an up of my own. “God Cloud, y-you’re g-going t-to make m-me cum again!”
“Considering it’s bad form to not make a lady cum when fucking her,” I grunted, my hands shifting to grab her by the hips to steady both of us and give me more leverage, “that’s what I want to hear.” A long-standing belief of mine, do it for her enjoyment first then worry about getting my own.
“Fuck here it comes; I’m cumming! Yes!” being that I wasn’t stimulating her anywhere else at the moment that was a true analgasm. The way she tightened up even more-so than normal heightened my pleasure.
A separate part of me was cataloguing what was going on, this seemed too easy at times especially on my end. It felt like I was a teenager again on a hair trigger versus the marathons I knew I was capable of. Joy, I get to retrain this body to perform as I want over this nonsense.
“Shit, I can feel it; I’m going to pop!” like that. I mean, c’mon body work with me. Maybe it’s the effect of the concoction? My balls certainly felt heavier than I’m used to, even if it’s one of those ‘been there so long it gets ignored’ type of weights.
“Cum for me,” she begged, bringing me back to the here-and-now. “Please cum! I . . . I can’t . . .”
All righty then, ask and ye shall receive. That and if she really can’t take anymore she’s going to tell me to stop -that would be annoying when I’m this close.
“Fuck Tifa!” I groaned into her hair as my end hit for the fourth time.
“So hot!” she managed to get out around her open-mouthed drooling before her head lulled forward. “I definitely need help to handle you,” I don’t think I was supposed to hear that, but that’s a green light if there ever was one for me to go out and pick up more women. While I’m certainly not the ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em’ type I really like having an open relationship. Never had to share with another man though so I don’t know how I’d feel about that.
We’d collapsed onto the bed, panting trying to catch our breath. Any softening going on? That would be a negative for fuck’s sake. Ugh, won’t be the first or last time I conk out pointing in a direction.
At least Marco is being quiet . . . or he’s already run off, I couldn’t find it in me to care.
FFC
The next morning I awoke to a face full of raven hair. Ah, yes; as my brain rebooted from that very nice night of sleep I recalled what happened. Hmmm, Tifa is very squishy when she’s sleeping and thankfully she doesn’t snore. First thing for me is a shower and the can in no particular order after I perform an exfiltration from the lovely lady. I doubt I won’t wake her so being a little rough in my movements ought to be okay . . . wait a minute. Oh you’ve got to be kidding me. Sometime during the night I slipped inside of her pussy again and I’m still imitating a horizontal flagpole. Well that’s not going to be awkward at all if she wakes up now.
The groan I gave off as I came for the first time today spoiled my hopes.
“Cloud?” she sounded about as confused as I felt when I first awoke.
“Yeah; sorry about that,” I knew that there was some soreness for women after sex, especially if they weren’t used to it.
“It’s . . . fine. Huh, I feel rather good this morning,” at least she waylaid my fears of aggravating her. She’s a tough country gal, hurting her is out of the question. “So . . .” aah there it is, the ‘morning-after awkwardness’.
“I, uh, noticed a few things last night,” might as well steer the conversation where it would be useful for the time being. The ‘us’ talk can wait a bit so she can think it over. “If there was anything that you found odd maybe we can compare notes? I still don’t know all of the effects of that Materia slurry.”
“Romance is not your department,” she sighed before speaking up. “I did find a couple of things . . . the closest I can think of is ‘out of character’, yes.”
“All right, hit me,” this was kinda weird and completely off the mark for pillow talk. I’ll make it up to you later sweetie.
“Well . . . to be honest that was my first,” I couldn’t see her face, but my left hand happened to be over her heart so I could feel her pulse. There was no change so I’ll believe that she’s telling the truth. “I . . . well, I know that I’m attractive,” understatement but I won’t interrupt, “and have had my fair share of suitors over the years. None made me feel . . . I guess alive like you did. Certainly not enough for me to give up a hat-trick,” she surprised me knowing the term, “let alone anything more than some hand action. I was also . . . sensitive, far more than I can ever remember being.”
“That part falls in line with my thinking,” I knew that she wasn’t a prude, but the way things had accelerated last night was not natural.
“It was like being on fire and only you could put it out,” she’d taken the moment I was speaking to think about it more in depth.
“Anything else?” my curiosity wanted all the information it could get before I described my end of things.
“Well . . . honestly . . . I hadn’t wanted to try anal,” it took several moments for her to spit that out. “But when it was there the exact opposite was all I could think of. Even now I find myself wanting to let you have me whenever, wherever you want.” Wanting but not granting, I’d say that’s a yellow light: let her think about it some more and if it comes up again respect her decision.
I filled her in on my observations and thoughts, making certain that if there was any blame to be had it was squarely on what was done to me . . . rather, canon-Cloud before he’d checked out and I filled the vacancy that is. That part I kept to myself, I don’t want to hurt anybody even if I’ve been forced to wear a Cloud-suit.
“So what about ‘us’?” there it is, the insecurity from knowing that I had a very strange condition that was only tamable through the touch of a woman.
“Your call,” I swiftly killed those fears. “While I can’t promise exclusivity, I can tell you that I’ll be whatever you want. Friend, confidant, lover; it’s your decision and I’ll respect it.” Having two -or more, I was conflicted about Nayo and there might be others out there- waiting in the wings made any talk of monogamy impossible. Especially if I wore her out in just one encounter -she had implied it herself that she needed help with me. Plus if it gets her more friends then all the better, I’ve always felt that she doesn’t have enough of the female variety over the age of four.
“Hmmm, that’s better,” her sigh this time was in contentment as she snuggled into my embrace, tension leaving her body.
“C’mon sleepy-head,” I’d pulled my left hand back to swat at her flank, “we’ve got to get a move on for the day,” and I really need to pee now but I’ll be a gentleman and keep that to myself.
“Oh! What about -?” she got up and gestured at her nude body.
“I was the only one that noticed. It looked damned weird to see you talking to others normally and they not reacting to being au natural,” I swung my legs off of the bed and stood up to head for the bathroom. Nature is tired of calling me and is now demanding an answer in person. What I hadn’t counted on was being followed in. Aah yeah, country girl has different learnings from the city folk -privacy is asked for in the sticks. Besides, if we’re together then I ought to get used to having no time to myself.
“I can believe that,” she giggled and jiggled, busying herself in front of the mirror. Thank you for not watching. Ooh that’s better now time for a shower after flushing. Hmmm, I’m hungry need sustenance good yes. She was quick to take my place, parking herself on the can making me grunt in amusement. Too polite to say you gotta go huh? Eh, whatever. Oh good, a walk-in shower room for two.
As I thought not two minutes later the woman joined me in getting clean. I had a hell of a time keeping my hands to myself -she’s right there and probably willing but it’s best that I wait for her to make a move. I had noticed her bow-legged walk after all so she’s more than likely not in the mood.
“Well that answers that,” she groaned at the feeling of wet clothes. How in the hell are we supposed to disrobe if we can’t see let alone touch them?! I looked down-
“Think about needing them to actually show themselves,” I instructed, stripping out of my soaked outfit now that I could interact with it. The method with which that works is beyond strange -I mean, really? Thought-controlled clothes? Weird. Then again this is a place where everybody runs around wearing the same thing all of the time with zero references to laundry and a total of one scene that mentions anything else.
A nice hot shower was what I needed to start my day. Now that I have a place I’ll put some of my clothes in the closet and do laundry tonight. I just have to remember to completely pack up before the Reactor Five Job just in case Sector Seven doesn’t survive. Tifa headed to her place to change, although if she put that wet outfit on I have no idea because to my eyes the thing didn’t exist.
Clean body clean clothes good yes, so let’s go tackle the Odd Jobs. Gods I need to get out more, I’m getting tired of being snarked at by the locals. Marle gave me earful number one just because I couldn’t formulate my answers fast enough for her liking. First stop, go get Tifa at the bar -really poor script writing here, could have saved time and memory space not having to go halfway across town to get her just to wind up right where I started within two minutes. Eh, whatever I get to follow dat ass around town so I’ll enjoy the view. Hit the juke box before heading out to start the music collection then onto the Item Shop. Ignore the guy hitting on Tifa -that’s going to be a common theme-, get a couple hundred bucks only to turn around and give him fifty back for the music. Off to the apartments for Marle sniping me round two, hah no skills my ass; I’m sure the ravenette on my left would defend me otherwise if she wasn’t blushing at the thought of my skills. Next up the Weapons Store to listen to some bitching and general rudeness, at least the guy paid his tab when I asked nicely while scowling.
Upstairs we go, meet up with Biggs and Wedge. Oh good, now I can upgrade weapons set that to auto and forget about it. Go do the circuit of Scrap Boulevard after setting Tifa’s weapon upgrade to auto -why do I have to do this, it’s hers not mine- and come back. Another round of jaw flapping with the dynamic duo, time to hit Wymer for the list. Chadley couldn’t possibly give away what he actually is any worse if he tried, nobody speaks like that. Eh, free Assess Materia not going to complain. Into the scrap yet again for another circuit joy and laughter, use the Assess ability like it’s going out of style. Grab the Ice Materia I’d missed the first time in the tunnel and back to the ‘researcher’.
Hmmm . . . well Lost Friends has the most running around so I’ll do that next. Betty is closer than the Junk Dealer anyway. Keep going after talking to her -cute kid- to the end of the lane, cat number one.
Get interrupted to deal with Johnny argh this guy is a putz -I nearly laughed when Tifa punted him in the nuts. At least I kept my head and didn’t draw my weapon to ‘deal with a talker’ thus not scaring my old friend. I simply skipped to telling him to scoot.
Back on track after a pit stop to grab the music beside Seventh Heaven; run by the bar, cat number two. Head toward the apartments, take the lower path and left into the culvert cat number three. Ooh, fast travel option very nice not that there was very far to go. One more conversation with Betty and the cats came back done easy.
Off to the Junk Dealer on Culvert Street. What the hell is a Talagger? I have no idea, but I understood ‘abandoned factory’ easily enough. Head for the Pillar, left-hand U-turn at the pair of trucks and in we go. Assess, slaughter, rinse and repeat. Boxes of joy smash. The place is a maze, take every path and open every door to make sure I get all of the goodies. Lesser Drake encounter number one, I believe that I can fly! Damn this body can jump. Circle back around to the through path -this is bullshit, Yuffie will have all sorts of shortcuts when she comes through- and there’s the last encounter. Oh, wow this fast travel is nice . . . even though I know that I’m coming straight back here. Too bad that these two Jobs don’t overlap because saving a trip would be fantastic.
Meet up with Gwen, the new guy, and the grizzled mook. Yep, back into the factory we go joy and laughter. Right at warehouse one, right again at warehouse two, straight through number three and break boxes near the Vending Machine/Rest Area to get my mitts on the Security Key. Go to the fourth building, stomp the critters, open the roll-up door just because I can, use the key on the shiny sliding door and duck through the cut fence. Assess then go to town. Leap-slash-slash-slash-land-dodge-repeat. There’s a Wind Materia in town that’d help but I was too lazy to go get it first ‘cause fuck that running around. There’s something like a hundred thousand footsteps in the game which was why the Pedometer Materia doesn’t appear until nearly the end.
Watching Tifa fight naked is . . . odd, distracting, and oddly distracting. I should be used to it by now -hell I had better get used to it as apparently this is permanent. Still I kept on task somehow finishing off the upgraded Drake. Woot, more fast travel good yes. Not putting the aggro on Gwen by being a dick even better.
Okay, next . . . aah, yes: the rats. To the Item Shop! Talk to the guy, smirk at his misfortune -mostly because he still keeps hitting on Tifa right in front of me; mine asshole- then into the area behind Culvert. Bah, Wererats boo I gotta talk to that schmuck again. Do the back and forth, Doomrats spawn much more like it. Blitz attack them in a cluster after the good old Assess, kill them all in a single motion sweet. Tifa doesn’t complain about standing around looking pretty as I bulldoze the opposition everywhere we go very nice. One more trip to the Item Shop and that’s another gig done.
Visit Chadley since I’m on this side of town to talk to Wymer, pick up that Wind Materia I’d mentioned then turn my attention to the head of the Neighborhood Watch who’s right there. Aah, rabid doggo back to Scrap Boulevard yay. All the way in the back for fight one, Assess, chill out with some Blizzard action and go nuts waling on the Wrath Hound. Bad doggie running away, oh well chase it down into a new area that is just for this fight having no other value bah! Round two, fight! More Blizzard good, sword taking its head off even better. Return to Wymer, get the nifty Elixir and finally done.
Bonus! Tifa wants some ‘alone time’ with me. We’d made good enough time that it was still early yet so absolutely. Watching her all morning had turned me on something fierce and although she might want to talk I’d much rather take advantage of being in her apartment. Ugh, more Marle sniping at me huzzah; although it does make me wonder just what the ravenette told the landlady when she’d first moved in, which if the timelines match was immediately after the Nibelhiem Incident. Eh, whatever I’m not one for reminiscing about the past.
Swing by my place to change the water filter -the old woman shortchanged me, two hundred Gil for two filters and I have to put my own in?-, take a quick shower, don clean clothes then head over to Tifa’s and let myself in. Ho! Wow! My eyes glued to her ass and I stood there like an idiot staring. She seemed to be taking her sweet time changing her filter, and I wasn’t about to interrupt her being crouched down as she was. She giggled; the minx was doing that on purpose!
“Tifa . . .,” even I could hear the want in my own voice.
“Cloud . . .,” she’d stood up to look at me over her left shoulder, feet backing up before leaning forward to brace herself on the sink. I could see her slit and the sheen from her juices on the inside of her thighs.
I . . . lost my mind as her scent hit me. A broad step forward had me behind her, clothes having done their intangibility thing again, cock in hand lining up so I could slide home. I wanted to be soft and gentle, my body said nope going straight to hard fucking after grabbing her hips. Oh, the ache coming from my junk made me wonder just how I had controlled myself . . . and from the actions of the ravenette I marveled at hers.
“More,” her moan spurred me on to retake control of my hands to send them northward to grab her tits.
“So hot and wet,” my mouth managed to produce sounds, even as my hips said to my brain I’m driving here. “Fuck, so good.”
“Hmmm yes, fuck me,” being the middle of the day she was making an effort to keep her voice down, the walls being about as soundproof as paper. “My poor pussy has been yearning f-for y-your c-cock all d-day!” okay, there’s another thing for the list -maybe. It could be that she’s a horny vixen by nature and I awoke it in her last night. Worry about that later, enjoy yourself now son.
“Oh, has somebody been naughty?” I added extra emphasis to the word with a sharp hip jab much to her delight.
“Y-yes,” she admitted, head hanging slightly in her nervous tick about being embarrassed. “I d-don’t know h-how I functioned w-with t-that on m-my m-mind,” well she’s capable of intelligent conversation in the middle of giving her a good time. Definitely something to add to the list . . . later. “Mmph, C-Cloud! I’m g-gonna cum!”
“So am I,” here’s yet another thing that’s kind of an irritant, although for having zero refractory period maybe it was a trade-off? Eh, worry about that after you tend to the beauty on your cock.
“T-together!” she demanded, not that I wouldn’t comply. “Cumming!” was the trigger for my own end, hilting fully into her. Glad I managed to hold on so that she got hers, I hate to be a disappointment. “So much,” she put a moan to what I had noticed, that was a large deposit I was making.
“Wow,” I finally found my voice again, blinking hard to get rid of the stars I was seeing and becoming aware of how hard I was breathing. Did I almost faint? Talk about embarrassing oi! Of course I was up for more, the question became was she and I got my answer when she reached back with her right arm to push me away. Darn, but I’ll deal with it.
“That . . . wasn’t what I had in mind when I asked you over,” she fibbed, trying to stay on script while composing herself by stepping into the shower. I noticed that she was making an effort to not look in my direction -even though I knew and understood why that still hurt a bit.
“Well,” I played along, much preferring the happy Tifa over the kicked puppy look she can sport when she’s sad, “after leaving home it wasn’t nearly what I thought it would be. There wasn’t a need for heroes, just people who followed orders. That’s part of the reason for the scowl,” even if she didn’t see it I gestured at my face, “because I . . . had to do some distasteful things. That was then, this is now and I have nowhere else I’d rather be.” Her head whipped in my direction so fast she stumbled a bit, wet hair flinging water everywhere.
“That’s . . . good, great even,” she was surprised by my preempting her question about sticking around even if it would have been the second time she’d have asked if I let her. “We should celebrate, just the two of us: a night on the town,” she clarified when I opened my mouth to ask if what we had just done counted. “I can find something to wear, what do you think?”
Aah, choices. Cheongsam, Qipao, or the Purple Dress? I just hope that they appear to my eyes, she’d look sexy in any style.
“Something . . . sporty,” I threw out at last, feeling that I was taking too long.
“Hmmm, that’s not much different from what I usually wear,” she muttered to herself, finishing her shower. I handed her a towel before stepping into the main room to give her space to maneuver.
Let’s see . . . if things go as they had, I’m going to wind up doing a side mission for Jessie. That’ll give me time to talk to her and fill her in on what’s going on -I find it wrong that I can see exactly what she looks like without her having a clue. As if that wasn’t awkward enough, there’s Aerith that I’ll have to inform when I ‘drop’ into her domain.
Heh, let the chaos commence!
