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Chapter 16 part 2: Multiple Fantasy
In Four Freedoms Plaza, a second teleconference was taking place between Tony Stark and Reed Richards, this one decidedly less cordial than the first.
"I want an explanation for that fiasco, Stark. How could you let things go so far out of control? And where's Thor? Why isn't he under arrest? I want answers!"
Tony Stark, the incredible Iron Man, was neither intimidated nor impressed by the contained bluster in the voice of the self-proclaimed Mr Fantastic. "Thor left with them, he'll get back when he feels like it. Want me to send him your way? I'm sure he'd love to talk to you about the whole Clor thing. That was your idea wasn't it? You and Pym? Bioborgs aren't my bag."
Richards' eyes narrowed. "That sounds like a threat...need I remind you that he assisted ecoterrorists in assaulting a multibillion dollar corporation, an assault that resulted in nearly a trillion dollars worth of damage and multiple deaths? I demand you arrest him , if you don't file the charges I will."
Stark was still unmoved. "He has diplomatic immunity, you know. Best any of us can do is make him bug off to Asgard for a while until we need him again and beg for help. Next time aliens invade, the Hulk goes apeshit, Doom takes over the world again, that sort of thing. You know the drill."
He continued, casually cutting off Reed's reply. "Oh, by the way, you have a file incoming. Interesting stuff. Lots of nasty business Shinra's had it's hands in, of course I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt that you and the Foundation had nothing to do with any of it. You'll naturally be shocked, outraged, disgusted, totally cut all ties and disavow everything when the charges are filed. And who could blame you? It's pretty horrid stuff. You wouldn't want your good name dragged through the mud."
As Reed's eyes and the vein in his forehead bulged, his rubbery flexible body shaking with rage, Stark cooly laid down the verbal coup de grace. "Of course, once this all goes public and Shinra's declared a criminal organization, the people who helped take it down and break open the case will be heroes. They'll probably even get a retroactive Initiative license to cover it all. Not hard to arrange once they register. In fact I think I'll call Thor and have him pass along the offer. Good idea, Reed. Glad you suggested it. Way to be proactive, there. Show you're really serious about washing your hands of the whole mess. I wish I'd thought of it myself."
Reed Richards was incredulous. "Surely you can't be serious!"
Tony Stark merely smirked. "Don't call me Shirley. Oh, and Reed? Next time you rip off Galactus tech and pass it off as your own invention, try not to make it so obvious. Stark out."
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Across the country, another confrontation was taking place, this one between Aeris and Baretta, the big cyborg woman staring down at the healer with a growl and one glowing cybereye adding to the menace in her words.
"I want a damned explanation and I want it now! Why in the hell is HE here?! Have you lost your fuckin' mind???"
Tifa stepped in to protect her lover, a single hand pushing the larger woman back a few steps and standing ahead and to the side of Aeris in defensive stance. "Back off of her. Do it -now-."
Baretta growled, but didn't move forwards again and repeated her demand in a lower growl rather than the prior shout. "I still want to know why she brought him here. I think we all want to know."
All eyes turned to Aeris as she calmly spoke. "Actually, why I brought HER here." As the shock of that reverberated, she elaborated. "Yes, Sephiroth is female. Well mostly, anyway. That and a few other discoveries when I examined 'him' made my decision. I want to work on her. I'm sure I can bring her to our side."
Baretta was incredulous, and exclaimed. "You have got to be shitting me!"
Aeris blinked and raised an eyebrow. "Eww? I don't play like that."
Baretta blinked as well at the deflecting reply, suddenly on the defensive. "Not literally, goddammit, you know what I mean..."
Aeris grinned, having successfully broken the angry train of thought that was escalating into a possible confrontation. "Sure sure, you kinky bastard, I've seen the German porn on your computer, don't try to lie..."
Baretta merely groaned and rolled her one human eye, and Aeris got back on topic.. "I'll remind you, Sephiroth was as much a victim of Hojo as any of us and plenty worse besides. Tortured, experimented on, broken like a dog to the Shinra leash. With more than one control mechanism in place, I might add. I found two implanted bombs, one in the head and one in the chest, and a pain generator at the base of the skull, for starters, plus drug and neurotransmitter dispensers. They were able to threaten, punish, and manipulate remotely. It was so bad her personality split. I talked to the soul inside, she wants nothing more than to be free, even if it means dying, and to kill Hojo. I think that's a goal you can empathize with."
The big black cyborg was still not fully convinced, but wasn't sure how to argue against that information so she changed the subject. "So what's up with him being a chick? That's goddamned weird. Creepy weird."
Aeris smirked and softly chuckled. "So says a former guy turned female by the same mad scientist."
Baretta sighed. "Don't remind me."
Aeris smiled softly. "Look on the bright side, you get laid a lot more this way." she paused, and then got back on topic. "Anyhow, it makes a messed up sort of sense. Sephiroth was the first to successfully get Jenova cells... and we know Jenova is female. Sephiroth is genetically female, but was altered during development with male hormones, resulting in a lack of curves or breasts, and hermaphroditic genetalia. She has a penis where her clitoris should be, but she has no testes and can't father children. At some point prior to puberty she also got a full surgical hysterectomy as well. As to why... I'm thinking he wanted a male but couldn't make the Jenova cells compatible with male genetics, so he compromised. Altered her as best he could to pass as male. It sort of worked."
Lightning blinked. "That explains a lot! I always wondered how he could have no body hair at all and be prettier than me. I was kinda jealous."
Tifa chuckled. "Join the club. He's prettier than most of us, and more feminine too." She paused then, and blinked. "You know, Cloud didn't have body hair either, and he was built kinda like a little boy. He wasn't pretty like Sephiroth, and he had balls and no pussy, but I was still more butch than he was. And he looked better in a dress. Do you think...?"
Aeris nodded. "I don't have his gene sample to be sure, but I think it's pretty likely he was constructed the same way, just with a more effective female to male transition. He was, after all, the second successful Jenova prototype. It makes sense that he share some aspects with his predecessor."
It fell to the socially awkward and terminally curious Lucca to ask Tifa the embarassing question. "Umm how did you know what he has down there?"
Tifa laughed nervously and blushed a bit. "I won't lie, I fucked him. I regret it now, but most every girl falls for the charismatic asshole at least once. I learned my lesson with just the one. Never again."
Lucca blushed and muttered "Oh...", while Aeris softly put an arm around Tifa supportively and spoke up. "If it makes you feel any better, I did too. My only excuse is it seemed like a good idea at the time."
Yuffie shrigged softly. "Now you tell me... I only did him cuz I was bored and I didn't want to feel left out."
All eyes turned to her in surprise... the whole group had known there was a bit of a triangle going between Cloud, Tifa, and Aeris but nobody had the first clue Yuffie had been involved.
Tifa was the first to speak. "Umm, weren't you underage at the time?"
The half-Japanese young woman shrugged. "So? I drank and smoked before I was supposed to too, and it's not like he was my first. What, you telling me you waited until your 18th birthday?
Tifa frowned. "This isn't about me..."
Yuffie smirked, the non-answer confirming her suspicion. "That's what I thought."
Baretta interrupted then, aiming to cut off the conversation. "Can we stop talking about this already so I can get on with the business of never thinking about Cloud's crotch again?"
Mari chuckled along with the others, and added to the sentiment. "All in favor of never thinking about Cloud's crotch again, say aye."
The vote was swift and unanimous.
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Back in Four Freedoms Plaza, the famous matriarch of the original Fantastic Four lounged in her hot tub with a glass of chilled white wine, seeking solace from her troubles in the fruity sweetness and strong alcohol content of the golden dessert sherry. It was times like this, when the children were asleep and she couldn't sleep. the moonlight bathing the room in eldritch light, that her suite seemed the largest and most empty. It was like her thoughts themselves echoed off the walls like the sounds did in the spacious and immaculate penthouse space, and it reinforced her loneliness. There was no one in her bed to go to, no comfort to be found in human touch from a man who was surely below her in the massive laboratory level that dominated the facility. Where else would he be? He slept there, ate there, worked sixteen hour days there. This suite was hers and the children's, he didn't live in it. He lived with his machines and computers and projects, not with her. She wasn't sure if that was better or worse than losing him to another woman, that would be hard to accept but at least understandable from a human perspective. There was no doubt in her mind that there was no one else taking his time and attention, nothing but machines and screens and calculations and observations. He only made love to science.
A soft beeping from the door pulled her away from her dark train of thought, the well worn tracks of which would surely see traffic again soon enough. For the moment she was distracted by the curiosity of who could be here at this hour? If she had a thermometer hooked to take temperature readings in hell, she might check it to see if the reading was below freezing in order to know it would be her husband, bearing chocolates and flowers with the intention of taking her to bed and making up for lost time. She didn't see any pigs flying past the windows either, so it had to be someone else. As the chime rang again, she downed the rest of her glass and rose from the water, her naked body dripping and perfect despite her years and dual childbirths. She'd barely aged at all past thirty, and her body was taut and perfect and lush in soft curves over toned muscle. The blonde hair that trailed like liquid gold down her back matched the golden curls below, trimmed neatly for a lover that never came to her to enjoy the fruits of her womanhood. She'd been described by the cruder elements of the media as the world's most perfect MILF, but she had no one in her life to fulfill the promise of that acronym. Wine and the jets of her hot tub were her only sources of warmth and release.
Trying to banish those dark thoughts from her mind, she stepped from the jaquizzi tub once she'd dripped away most of the excess water and slipped into a thick terrycloth robe that would absorb the rest and went to answer the door.
She'd had no idea whom to expect, but it wasn't who she found waiting on the other side of the door. Tall, well over six feet and second only to Ben in size and strength, long red-blonde hair streaked with silvery blue-wihite, body curved and feminine but also muscled and taut more than she herself could ever dream of being, like an Amazon vision of warrior perfection. Former wrestler, stuntwoman, ex-military, current superhero and despite it all never convinced she was good enough. Sharon Ventura, newly named Thunder after her human form was restored to her after her time mutated by cosmic radiation into the horribly named "She-Thing". Who in the hell had thought -that- was a good idea? It didn't take a particularly immature mind to realize the unfortunate implications of that poorly-chosen moniker.
Realizing that she was staring blankly while her thoughts wandered, she belatedly addressed the nervous woman and asked her to come in. She'd already left the woman standing in the hallway for long awkward moments, least she could do was be polite. Sitting her down, she collected the bottle, her glass and a second one and filled them both, passing it to her guest before asking what was on her mind. It was only then that she noticed the letter the woman held, and then it was being nervously passed to her without a word.
A letter of resignation.
Susan blinked, not understanding. What brought this on? Gently, she gave voice to her question and got the nervous, near stammered reply laced with the darkness of depression and self-recrimination.
"I failed... I lost my fight and cost my team the battle. I shouldn't have come back... I thought I was better, but clearly reality has a different assessment. When the only time the team loses is when I'm around, it's clear that I'm the problem. I won't be a problem anymore."
Susan sighed. "I thought you were better too... but you still hate yourself. You have to stop that."
The larger woman blinked, and tried to stammer out what she'd done wrong and how she was holding the team back, how she was a screwup and always had been, basically regurgitating the garbage her abusive father had pounded into her and then some. Susan cut her off.
"That's enough! Now you listen to me... WE lost. All of us. Myself included. You weren't the leader on that mission and you weren't responsible for the outcome. You fought your best, we all did, but it didn't go our way. That is in no way your fault and you are in no way to be held to blame. That's what's in the report Ben filed, and it's the consensus of the whole team. If any one person cost us that fight, it was Thor. You didn't have anything to do with that, did you?"
Sharon blinked, absorbing this, but sighed and looked down only giving a weak answer. She couldn't argue the point, but she clearly still wasn't convinced. She was still filled with doubt and self-recrimination, the "yeah, but" unspoken but clear as day. Susan stood and leaned across the coffee table, gently lifting her chin to lock eyes on hers.
"Sharon... seriously, stop it. You're not the things abusive bastards said about you. They meant to break you, and you internalized their abuse. You wouldn't be the first woman to fall into that trap and until the world changes for the better you won't be the last. But it's not true, none of it. Your mirror is warped, you see only faults and flaws. I see a strong, good, beautiful and heroic woman who needs only confidence to be truly great. It's not an easy road, but I believe in you. And I'll be here to help you walk it."
The statuesque redhead blinked, stunned by the contact and the words, but also distracted by something, glancing down and then back up like she was trying not to look at something. Sue looked down, following the eyeline of those nervous, flitting glances, and realized what it was. The way she was stood and leaned over, her robe was allowing a perfect, eye-level view straight into her cleavage. Susan blinked and blushed a bit, and Sharon planted her eyes firmly on her own lap, blushing furiously and stammering an apology. It was both flattering and positively adorable, and it filled Susan with a soft thrill at the clear attraction and attention it promised. It was nice to be wanted for a change.
Making a quick decision and steeling her resolve, she took control of the situation. Taking Sharon's hand and placing it on her chest, over her heart and directly between her breasts on bare skin, she locked eyes on the startled wide ones of Sharon and softly smiled.
"Is this what you want...?"
Susan deepened the smile and silenced the stunned stammering with a deep and powerful kiss. Once the larger, younger woman got past being overwhelmed enough to kiss back, Susan softly broke it and stood up, letting her robe fall away to reveal her perfect body in all it's glory. She could only smile at the astonished and appreciative stare she received... she was sick and tired of being lonely and underappreciated. Reed never looked at her that way. He never paid her attention, never showed desire for her. He could probably even be convinced that since it was another woman, it didn't technically count as cheating. With a bit of effort, she could convince her guilty conscience of the same.
"The answer is yes."
Taking her hand, Susan bid her rise and led her to the bedroom. It was about damned time that bed saw some action. It was about damned time for a lot of things. And Susan meant to make up for lost time and then some.
It was clear that Sharon would have no objection to that plan at all.
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Downstairs, in Ben Grimm's suite, another couple was dealing with the aftermath of the lost battle. Both were freshly showered and worn out from a long session taking out their frustrations in the training room, but hardly satisfied with merely unleashing destruction on unfeeling practice targets. Proud warriors both, neither accepted losing well and rather than Sharon's depression, they were both filled with supressed rage. Still frustrated despite their fatigue and soreness from the extended training session, they'd moved up to his suite --really theirs now, in all but name-- for a hasty meal of whatever was in the fridge that was quick and easy and then an immediate beeline for the minibar to try to drink away the tension.
Ben had shifted down to the smallest, most human form he could achieve thanks to the ring he wore made with Richards technology to regulate his cosmic energy metabolism. It wasn't everything he wanted, but the form was small enough to pass for human and he could use an image inducer to go out in public under the shield of holographic anonymity. Most importantly, his exterior in this form was the original orange leatherlike hide he'd first manifested when he originally changed. Despite it still being bulletproof and tougher than spun steel, it was soft to the touch like good quality buckskin and sensitive like human skin. He could touch, and feel, and be a man and not a walking rock.
His girlfriend was similarly relaxing in her natural form, rather than shapeshifting to appear human. It had taken Ben some time to get used to it, but she'd made him a deal --"I'll not mind that you're orange if you don't mind that I'm green." He still couldn't say he was the biggest fan of her Skrull people, but he'd come to understand that they were an empire at constant war and being on the enemy side didn't change that they were people worthy of respect. As soldiers they did their duty for their homeworld with honor and dedication, and as indivicuals they were as varied as anyone else. He still opposed their leadership when it came to their hostile policies towards Earth, and he'd still fight to his last breath and final drop of blood for his own homeworld, but he no longer hated them as he once did. Enemies they may be, but they were people. A change of regime or priorities might end the hostilities at any time, and it had been some time since the Empire had done anything significant when it came to the local sector anyhow. The Fantastic Four had done much to make sure those plans had proven futile in the past, and discredited the expenditure of resources among the higher-ups in the Skrull chain of command. The state of cold war continued, but it was largely quiet.
Ben didn't know that in honor of the Silver Surfer's vital assistance during the second Kree-Skrull War, the new Empress Sy'bll had declared the Earth, along with the Surfer's homeworld of Zenn-La, off-limits and under Skrull Imperial protectorate. Those Skrulls who still held hostility to and acted against Earth were renegades, loyal to the original Skrull sector commander who still bore a grudge against the world which had cost him honor and glory by handing him defeat. His resources were comparably limited, and he and his loyalists needed to act in secret lest they feel the consequences of defying Imperial edict. The lull in hostilities, and the weaker scale of those attempted, were due to the much smaller and weaker group still pursuing them. Lyja had been under the command of that now-renegade commander, and out of contact with her people since she'd gone rogue and defected to the human side. No one had bothered to keep her informed of current events, and so she still believed that her race was at war with her adopted home.
What they both knew was that they had one another, perhaps the only ones on this planet who would have each other. She'd been originally programmed to care for and respond to Ben, masquerading as Allicia Masters until such time as she was activated and her mission against the Fantastic Four could be completed. Through a complicated series of events, she was seperated from Ben for an extended period and to maintain her position, she attached herself to his teammate Johnny Storm instead. Their relationship, such as it was, was rocky and often cold, as he "wasn't that into her" as the saying went and eventually he left her for a mutant male by the name of Bobby Drake aka the former X-Men founding member named Iceman. Through it all, she still carried feelings for Ben, which had originally been programmed into her to help her ruse but had slowly grown into real admiration. After everything was said and done, once Johnny was gone and she had her chance at him, it had grown into genuine affection and devotion. He was as great a warrior as she'd ever known, and as good and kind of a man as well. She'd chosen well, and she would bleed her last emerald drop before she betrayed him.
To his benefit, she was immune to issue with his appearance, being well accustomed to many species and not finding one alien appearance to be preferable to another. In fact, she quiet admired his powerful orange form and the muscle rippling beneath the tough protective hide as much as she did the heart that beat beneath it. The fact that human women would reject him was in her mind their loss, and her gain in that he could be hers and hers alone. She smiled to herself thinking of that, as she often did, as she flew back to the couch to settle into his lap and press a fresh drink into his hand and her warm lips to his.
He grumbled softly, only barely kissing her back. "Darlin', I appreciate it but I ain't in tha mood."
She chuckled, not offended and not giving up. "I know, but I plan to change your mood. I could use the distraction myself you know, and brooding over defeat isn't going to get us anywhere. We can't change it now, and so we might as well make good use of our time."
She grinned, as she shifted away her clothing and wriggled in his lap, in all her naked emerald glory. A gleam of victory sparked in her eyes as she felt his lower self twitch and swell in response to the stimulation, defying his denial of interest.
"It seems your body disagrees with your statement of mood. Are you sure? I can go away if you really want me to..."
She began to float up and off his lap, and was rewarded by his strong arms wrapping around her and pulling her down and tight to him. "Nah, it's too late now, you woke up tha' Thing. I hope you're happy."
She grinned and kissed him again, grinding her naked feminine center against that awakening manhood. "Mmm, the ever-loving one-eyed Thing. My favorite!"
He chuckled along with her at the bad joke as she lifted them both with her flight power and zipped them off for the bedroom to work off some steam. Some lovemaking and a nice long nap... that sounded like just the ticket.
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The following afternoon, in the San Fransisco headquarters of AVALANCHE, the various members of the group staggered in, still tired and sore and hung over but still in attendance in answer to Aeris' call to assemble. She smiled on the group and cast a light group heal to clear their fatigue and lingering pain, and waited for them all to settle in. When they were all ready, she began the meeting she'd called them for.
"While you all were sleeping, I've been busy and things have been happening. First, let me introduce to you our newest member... I give you, Sephia Roth!"
As the group murmured in reaction, they were put into a state of soft shock by the vision that came out to greet their eyes. In truth, she didn't look that different, but those subtle differences were utterly transformational. She was still thin, but now she could be described as willowy and graceful, with the soft small swell of breasts and hips adorning her slender figure and the milky smooth expanse of exposed midriff and cleavage in the bustiere she wore with her traditional leather pants and trenchcoat drew enticing attention to her newly feminine sexuality. On her back, twin crossed short katana replaced the single huge nodachi she once wore as Sephiroth, and a tanto knife was sheathed inside the coat as well. The blades were small enough they could be concealed under the coat, and it was clear that they had been made from the single longsword that Thor had snapped with his hammer.
As stunning as she looked though, none could forget the memories of the monstrous atrocities Sephiroth had committed under Shinra's sway, and Tifa was the first to speak as her figertips brushed the scar on her belly from the near-mortal wound she'd recieved by that very blade.
"Beautiful work, love, but why did you give her back her weapons?"
The woman herself answered, her voice softer than before and in a higher register. "Because I'll need them to help kill Hojo. Your enemy is my enemy, and my loyalty is yours for freeing me to take my vengeance against them."
Aeris smiled, and nodded. "Those words are 100% truth, you can have no doubt of that. Sephiroth was their slave... Sephia is now free. Both of the controls the Shinra had implanted him with and the bulk of the Jenova cells that had driven him mad. She isn't as powerful as he was, but she's sane and free and on our side now."
The beautiful 'flower girl' let that sink in, and then announced."I have more good news. Watch the screen."
"...for those of you just tuning in, this is our top story. Multinational energy giant Shinra Corporation has suffered a series of critical reactor failures that have crippled dozens of power plants in nearly as many countries. The cause is not known at this time and is under investigation, while the damage estimate is believed to approach one trillion dollars with a death toll worldwide in the low double digits. The failed reactors are not described as posing an environmental risk at this time, and the damage is said to be contained within the facilities themselves. However, sources within the company report that the reactors are a quote-unquote 'total loss' and the company does not have the cashflow or sufficient insurance to cover the losses. This news has sparked a frenzy on Wall Street and across world financial markets as investors brace for what appears to be an inevitable bankruptcy of the energy giant."
Aeris smiled as the reaction to the news rippled through the assembled group, and the recording skipped forwards. "This just breaking, a new development in today's top story. Tony Stark of the Avengers, SHIELD, and Stark International has announced that charges are pending against the Shinra Corporation for quote-unquote 'crimes against nature and humanity', including covering up mutagenic effects of the company's patented MAKO energy process and shocking human experimentation into those effects. Arrest warrants have been issued by SHIELD for top executives and management officials with alleged involvement in and/or knowledge of the crimes, and lower level employees with relevant information are encouraged to turn themselves in for questioning in exchange for immunity from prosecution. SHIELD and Stark have moved to sieze the entire company under international statutes, calling it a quote-unquote 'criminal operation'. More news as it develops in this shocking story."
And one more. "In further developments surrounding the breaking Shinra scandal, Doctor Reed Richards of the Future Foundation, the original patent holder of MAKO technology and licensor to the Shinra Corporation, has issued a statement declaring that it's reactor technology is quote-unquote 'entirely safe within reasonable and adequate safety precautions' and that 'Shinra's implementation of the technology seems to have knowingly and willingly ommitted key safety equipment and procedures, in order to cut costs and maximize profits'. The statement goes on to say that this quote-unquote 'willful negligence' is in violation of the license agreement and that the FF will move immediately to take back the rights to it's technology and void the licensing deal, a contract reportedly worth hundreds of billions a year. This deals a further blow to investors with stake in Shinra Corporation, as it is now clear that whatever survives the bankruptcy process and purge of complicit officials will be bereft of its core business model. In a counterstatement, Stark International has announced the intention to file suit against anyone who attempts to license the technology in the future and against the Future Foundation itself if it attempts to employ the technology in-house, quote-unquote 'until such time as the technology has passed rigorous and transparent scientific review to prove its safety, and all facilities agree to a comprehensive regime of independent oversight administered under SHIELD authority' to prevent further misconduct and enforce compliance with public safety standards. Dr Richards and the Foundation have not yet issued a reply."
Aeris smiled as she looked into the stunned eyes of the group. "You know what this all means, right?"
Tifa was again the first to speak, in soft shock as the implications sank in. ' ...It means we won..." then she lit up in a dazzling smile and shot up out of her chair, shouting.
"WE WON! We did it... it's over, we won..."
Tears began to flow from her beautiful MAKO blue eyes, the soft glow blurring as they misted over. She wasn't the only one, as cheers erupted across the room and lovers and friends rushed to embrace and celebrate the moment. It had been a long time coming, with too much blood and tears along the way. But in this moment, with the thrill of victory soaring in their hearts, it was all worth it. Victory at last.
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Soon thereafter, they were enjoying the final surprise of the night, a victory party set up by Aeris using the captured Shinra "meat puppet" clones as labor to get everything ready. Thor was joining them as special guest, not merely because he had turned the tide of battle in their favor but also because he had relayed the offer to redact and expunge their criminal records by means of joining the Initiative as registered heroes with their activities against the Shinra reclassified as hero work. There was music on the speakers --quadrophonc sound from the vintage hi-fi setup--, and plenty of good things to eat, drink, and for those so inclined, to smoke. Psychadelic lightshow projectors, also vintage from the Woodstock era, set the mood to go with the music, a mix of Aeris's preferred flower flavored classic rock, Tifa's harder edged variety of classic rock and metal, and Yuffie's electronica and j-pop mixed with just a little of Baretta's preferred classic soul, r&b and funk for variety. There was an abundance of comfortable seating including lounge chairs, overstuffed couches of varying sizes and arrangements, and scattered cushions and beanbags all in various splashes of tie-dye colors, as well as matresses stood up against the walls for later when the party got hot and heavy. And as long as Aeris got her free-loving way, which she always did, they would come in handy soon enough.
In the meantime, though, Tifa was just rejoining Aeris, Yuffie, Baretta, and the Guardian couple of Mari and Lucca and delivering a fresh round of drinks. Sephia and Lightning were drinking alone, and trying not to stare each other down it seemed, while the new Chinese couple were sharing food and drink while cuddled together on one of the loveseats and Ayla had staked out a spot near the food and drink and was tearing through both like they were going out of style. Thor was not far away and doing much the same, matching her for prodiguous consumption if not for the sheer ferocity with which she was attacking them. Knowing her, she'd get herself drunk and stuffed in a display of consuming mass quantities that would make a Conehead proud and then curl up for a happy catnap and wake up later once the time came for naked fun. The catwoman was nothing if not straightforward and consistent in her passionate pursuit of the simple pleasures of life. It was one of her charms.
Though the mood of the party was light and celebratory, there was still much on the minds of the sextet as they spoke of what the future would hold for them. Hojo was still alive, and would surely turn up somewhere, but their main enemy and reason for being as a group was defeated, quite likely forever. The team was at a crossroads, and while their future was not in doubt as it was when they were fighting for their lives, it was in question. Decisions had to be made, and a new direction forged.
Aeris was speaking when Tifa sat and pulled her close, listening to her without interrupting.
"Well we're not disbanding, that's final. I won't allow it. If people want to take a break, whatever that's fine, but we've built too much and come too far to just fade away. As far as I'm concerned, nobody's going anywhere. "
She smirked, and deadpanned to Baretta. "Well, except for you. Your black ass can go anytime you want, nobody likes you anyhow. We're racist like that. Sorry we're so late in telling you."
Baretta grinned in reply, not taking the teasing at all seriously. "My black ass is good enough for you to put your tongue in. You must like me well enough."
Aeris mocked defense. "What can I say, I was horny, you were there, I didn't have anything better to do."
Baretta chuckled and stood her ground. "Every time?"
Aeris nodded, feigning seriousness. "Yep, every single time."
Baretta laughed and intoned "Suuure..." and Yuffie interrupted. "You can't count her taste for anything, she fucked Cloud after all."
Baretta grinned a predatory grin and locked eyes on the little ninja. "And so did you, what's your excuse? You did me too, and as I recall so has everyone else. What do you say to that?"
Yuffie blushed and looked down and away, defeated, and Mari spoke up. "Objection, we passed a resolution to never speak or think of Cloud's crotch again. Motion to complain and have this whole topic stricken from the record."
Aeris chuckled. "All in favor say aye?"
It was a laughter-punctuated unanimous vote, before Tifa wrangled them back on the serious topic at hand.
"Anyhow, what do you say we do? We've got a lot of time on our hands and all our options open."
Aeris smiled. "Well since you mentioned open, why not open the bar full time? We've got more than enough meat puppets to provide all the extra labor we need, and I know you've always dreamed of doing the bar thing for real."
Tifa bit her lip. "Ok, that covers me, but what about the rest of you? I don't want to chain you all to what I want."
Baretta shrugged. "I kinda enjoy working security, it's relaxing. And I get to growl and look intimidating, and bust some fool's heads when I need to, so I'm in."
Yuffie nodded and agreed. "Waitressing is fun, I get to flirt with all the hot people and make easy spending money. And we have meat puppets to do all the actual work."
:Aeris nodded and smiled. "And we have enough storefront space I could sell hippy stuff, and we could sell herb too. Hell we could probably get a dispensary license. And my flowers, too. I enjoy that stuff. It's my hobby. It bums me out sometimes that nobody else gets to see and enjoy the stuff I grow."
Mari chuckled and added. "And with me around you'd never run out of ice!"
That got a round of laughs, and Tifa smiled deeply as her heart swelled at the thought of it all and the support of her friends. Still, she wasn't quite sure they'd covered all the angles.
"So we're retiring from the fight to go into business? Is everyone really gonna be ok with that?"
Aeris nodded. "Well, think of it more like a working retirement. After all, it's not like the Shinra was ever the only threat to the planet. We're gonna have hero licenses, I'm sure there'll be stuff for us to do from time to time. We won't be as busy as we were when we were fighting a full-on war, but I think we can stay busy. We can have our business, still do good work for the planet, and keep our fighter types supplied with stuff to do so they don't go stir crazy. We might have to adjust our tactics a bit, but we'll be fine."
Tifa smiled softly. "It sounds like you got it all figured out."
Aeris smiled. "Very much so. I'm good like that."
Tifa agreed and kissed her softly, mming into it before Yuffie nervously stammered out an interruption. "Umm, there's one more thing... the old me would have never told you guys this, but I managed to liberate some petty cash from the Shinra building while we were up there. Like, a bunch of it. A whole backpack full of fat stacks. Part of me wanted to keep it, but I decided I wanna donate it to the group for operating expenses. Running a business ain't cheap, and it'll prolly take a while before we get a good customer base and stuff. So, this way we won't be strapped, even with our new extra mouths to feed."
The others stared at her in shock, while Aeris just smiled on her proudly. Mari smiled and interjected. "All in favor of this plan, pounce-hug Yuffie."
The result was again unanimous.
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Some time later, after everyone had plenty of time to eat and drink and socialize, it was time for the real fun to begin.
It started with Aeris going around with a laundry basket and collecting clothes from everyone. The group regulars long since knew the drill and stripped down without hesitation and deposited their clothing in the basket, and Sephia just shrugged and followed the pattern with a mutter of "when in Rome...". It wasn't as if she'd ever been shy before, and she was rather enamored of her new body, like a new car she couldn't wait to show off. The appreciative looks from Aeris and several of the curious others made her smile, she always did have a bit of an ego and she enjoyed the attention. She'd also always had quite the libido, and knowing what was to come lit that familiar fire in her belly that was sexual appetite. Oh yes, she was all in.
The new Chinese couple were a little more hesitant, looking nervous and unsure when Aeris came around with the basket. They looked at one another trying to figure out how to respond, when Aeris made a soft noise of impatience and then explained.
"It's the rules, this is a free love party. You don't have to fuck anyone you don't want to, or anyone at all for that matter, but if you want to stay at the party you have to be naked. You don't have to stick around, you know where your room is, but we'd like you to stay. It isn't just fun, it's a group bonding experience. We fight hard for each other because we're all lovers. We've still got couples that come first to one another, but we're all one family. And we'd like very much for you to be part of it."
A bit more hesitation, and a round of whispers between the pair, and then Chun-Li spoke for them. "Is it ok if we stick to our corner for a while and see how we feel about joining in? Ease into it? We're new to this sort of thing. We're sadly used to making love with an audience, there was no such thing as privacy in the cells, but this is a bit different. Give us some time?"
Aeris nodded with a soft smile. "Of course. You don't have to join in, you can take all the time you need to decide. You just have to be naked, not have sex."
Chun-Li absorbed this, and with a glance back to Michelle to confirm it, she nodded and began pulling off her outfit. "Ok, we're in."
Aeris smiled glowingly and gave them both a hug and soft kiss.
"Welcome to AVALANCHE."
The last holdout was Thor, not counting the meat puppets who were dressed rather like Chippendale dancers in black speedo briefs and bow ties and seemed not to count as attendees according to the rules. He stripped down out of the bulk of his clothing easily enough, revealing his godly musculature crossed by a thousand years of battle scars, but he kept his boxer shorts on even as he put the rest in the basket. When Aeris cleared her throat and looked down at the boxers, beckoning him to hand them over, he shook his head and stood his ground.
"The hammer stays sheathed until it's time to use it. That is my final word."
Aeris softly blinked, met with this steely challenge, and glanced back to the others to get a feel for how to proceed. Reading the mood of the group, she sighed and relented.
"Alright, we'll make that small exception for you, but we expect you to make up for it when the time comes."
She delivered that last with a seductively cute little smile, and he nodded with amusement in his eyes.
"Aye, milady, of that you can be assured. You have the word of the Thunder God."
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Once the trajectory of events had made itself more than clear, Lightning wasted no time making her move. She'd already stripped down by the time Aeris came around with the basket, and once everyone was naked and scoping out potential partners she was already decided and moving on her target. Collecting an extra drink from the bar, she brought it to the little ninja woman and offered it with a smile.
"I was wrong about you. You did really good back there, I'm sorry I misjudged you."
Yuffie chuckled and shrugged, accepting the drink. "Well that was kinda the point. Stragety and all."
Lightning smiled and nodded, amused at the playful mispronounciation of "strategy", and for a moment pondered exactly how to word her request before just thinking to hell with it and taking the direct approach. She'd never been good at the whole social dance, and she was afraid if she didn't get her point across quickly her apprehension would overtake her courage and she'd find herself in full retreat. As she rationalized to herself, they were naked at a fuck party, how out of line could she get? Utilizing her speed, she blurred the scant few feet between them too quickly even for Yuffie's enhanced reflexes and met her with a deep kiss. Rejected or accepted, her intentions couldn't possibly be mistaken.
To her relief and delight, after but a moment's surprise the Japanese beauty responded with passion into the kiss, answering the unspoken question with a clear yes.
For Yuffie, she'd not been able to help but notice the telltale signs of nervous proposition, though she was worried for a moment the woman might chicken out or change her mind. When she found her courage and turned it to decisiveness and swift action, Yuffie was surprised by the speed of it but not the slightest bit unwelcoming. Ans as she mmmed into the kiss, it was more than her body that responded. Deep inside, her heart soared at the attention. After all, this woman wanted her, not the virtual demigoddess Aeris or incredible Tifa or even the princess Mari, hell she hadn't even checked to see if they were busy or available. She'd zeroed on Yuffie from the word go, and it was deeply flattering to the ninja. She knew she didn't have the body to compete with virtually any of the others, and they still partly thought of her like a kid even though she'd come of age in the years since she joined the group. She'd resigned herself to the fact that she wasn't going to grow any taller, and while she'd filled out somewhat to gain some modest curves to her formerly boyish figure, she still couldn't hold a candle to the likes of Aeris or Tifa or Mari or Ayla. Even Lucca, who'd been even more awkward and scrawny than Yuffie, had blossomed into a willowy beauty in the sexy librarian mold. Nerd hot, the others liked to call her, and besides she'd come in a pair with the beautiful blonde princess charming. Yuffie was lucky when Tifa and Aeris let her play third wheel in their bed some nights. Beyond that, she was by and large alone.
So when the decidedly attractive new addition to the group passed them all up to go for her right out of the gate, for Yuffie it was like hitting a jackpot.
It was her turn for a change.
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Not far away, the newly-reborn Sephia Roth wasted little more time than Lightning had. Her options may have been wide open, but logically she had one and only one ideal target. The tall, felinely muscular black woman once known as Barrett Wallace was not only alone and available, she was also the one most opposed to the former Sephiroth's presence among them. Aeris was not remotely wrong when she discussed the use of sex as group bonding, and seducing the woman and giving her intimacy and pleasure with her new body would go a long way to erase the animosity and distrust the gruff woman held for her. It certainly didn't hurt that the woman was quite hot in her Grace Jones sort of way. Her decision made, she rose and moved to where Baretta was sitting, collecting a fresh drink for her and kneeling before her to offer it up like a vassal presenting his blade to his leige lord. Not a bad metaphor, really, and exactly the symbolism she intended to evoke.
The powerfullt built woman raised an eyebrow at this, asking skeptically. "The hell is this?"
Sephia could barely hide her smirk when she deadpanned. "It's a drink, obviously. For you."
After a moment's beat, she delivered the killstroke line. "Sephia Roth, newly sworn of AVALANCHE, at your service."
The woman blinked even as that eyebrow raised higher still. "At my service, eh?"
Sephia nodded, and pressed the drink into her hand even as she leaned forwards, between her legs to lay a soft but lingering kiss at the juncture of her womanhood and former manhood, right where the base of the penis joined the top if the slit above her feminine opening, giving a long lick up the both of them, over and just slightly inside the moist pink folds and up over the chocolate firmness of the underside of the stiffening shaft. For long moments, the obect of her attentions closed her eyes and let out a soft, mostly involuntary moan of pleasure, before she snapped her eyes open like she was startled and pushed Sephia away quick and hard.
"Woah woah woah, what the fuck?! We can't do this, you were a guy for fuck's sake!"
Despite the firm landing on her slender ass, Sephia only chuckled and did not relent. "So? You were too, what of it?"
Baretta spluttered. "That makes it doubly weird!"
She didn't say it was gay, but Sephia knew that the ingrained remnant of male homophobic revulsion was motivating the former man, and she softly spoke with a seductively feminine smile and subtly moved to put her breasts and the curve of her feminine hips on display.
"Think of it this way... you're a man in a woman's body, and I was always a woman in a man's. Now, the two of us are about the closest thing to straight sex either of us can have anymore."
Baretta blinked as she absorbed this, unable to find flaw in the logic but still skeptical. "You really are embracing the whole chick thing, aren't you?"
Sephia nodded with her most femininely sensual smile, voice perfectly husky in that softly lustful womanly way. "Let me show you."
Without waiting for a reply, she moved forward swiftly and smoothly to embrace the hermaphroditic woman's firm chocolate-colored shaft in her warm pink mouth, sucking it deeply in like a pro. She'd always been proud of her blowjob skills, even when she was externally a bisexual male, and they didn't fail her now as a groan of pleasure was ripped from the throat of her newly-minted lover. Not letting up for long moments, she worked the quickly-erect shaft with expert precision amd maximum pleasuring, before slowly pulling off if it once she was sure her partner didn't want her to stop. Locking her large golden eyes on the deep brown-black ones of her new partner, she smiled and delivered the coup de grace.
"And just think... I can give you my new cherry, and after that if you want it, my tight ass. I want to be full of your cum before the night is over, in every way possible."
As she spoke, she leaned back and spread her legs to display her brand new feminine pink treasure, deflly using one hand to spread the lips while concealing her own shemale shaft to avoid breaking the seductive image, and then flipped to her hands and knees to similarly spread herself from that position, putting her slit and pink star-puckered rear entrance on display. She tossed her hair in that patented feminine gesture and looked back over her shoulder in that 'come and get it' smoky-eyed look.
For long moments Baretta sat transfixed, as desire fought with apprehension in her mind, but the last gesture put it over the top and broke her resistance to shattered shards as she lunged forward to get a good close look and a bit of a taste and scent of that feminine wet as well. Womanly pheremones did their job of final convincing that what was before her was well and truly female, despite the addition, and any chance of backing out for Baretta now was lost.
"All right, I'm in."
Sephia only deepened that seductive smile, and whispered lustily. "Show me."
She didn't need to ask twice.
-----
Across the room, the two Chinese lovers found that it didn't take too long or too much effort to settle into the familiar patterns of kissing, touching, loving and exploring one another in sensual affection. They'd long since learned to block out the outside world and the thought of whoever might be watching to focus only on one another, and these were certainly better circumstances than they had grown grimly accustomed to, in the hell of the Shinra labs. These people were kind, had saved them and welcomed them into their home, asked them to be part of their family. Neither had truly decided their future course beyond the near term, but they both were sure they appreciated the hospitality they'd been shown and would like to return the kindness. If it meant sharing themselves with the beautiful hostesses, well they could certainly think of worse ways to show their gratitude.
For now though, they had only room enough in their hearts and minds and worlds for one another, their senses contracting to just the two of them as they indulged in one another without hesitation or reservation. Without even realizing it, they fell into their long established habit of making love to one another like it might be their last time, leaving nothing unsaid or unshared, because they never knew when it might be the end for one or both of them. They'd lived on borrowed time for so long that they barely knew how to do anything else. There was no tomorrow, not they could count on. The moment, and one another, was all they'd had in that long stretch of hell. And in this moment, they were one.
This time was different, though. There was the same abandon of all else to lose themselves in one another, but the soft whisper in their hearts that their hell was over, that tomorrow's dawn would smile on them after all, stripped the act of it's normal desperate intensity and brightened it with a softer, sweeter tone. The shadow of death had been lifted from them, and the light of hope had taken it's place. They'd survived the worst, and their deepest fears had not come to pass. One of their enemies was dead, and the other a fugitive bereft of his support structure, alone and hunted. They could be patient now, slower and more gentle, because there was no Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads to cut them short at any moment. They could relax, and take their time. The others could wait for them, this time was theirs and theirs alone.
And when they were finished, they had more yet to look forward to.
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Thor was, in situations like this, patient above all things. He watched the women pair off with one another, the Gaia avatar with her stunning warrior companion of raven hair and sapphire eyes, his favorite combination. The mortal princess and her scientist lover, joined by the tawny catwoman from the Savage Land, the asian couple in the far corner, the pastel-haired speedster with the California-born ninja. He even witnessed the rather bizarre pairing of the two shemales, women with the addition of a penis in place of the normal clitoris. Even in his many centuries of experience he'd rarely seen the likes of it, though it dodn't bother him overly much. He wasn't sure he wished to touch such an intersexed woman, but he held no disapproval for them or for those who would find them to their tastes. He simply preferred his women the old fashioned way.
As the Thunder God watched and waited his turn, he noted idly that these women were like most female lovers he'd seen. Certainly there was kissing and caressing and the exploration of hands on body like any lovers, and the occasional probing of fingers into clenching wet, but the main event so to speak was almost always the same. Much like a man and woman would engage in foreplay prior to joining in the natural way of mating, with two or more women it almost always culminated in the entwined position where they could both taste of one another, seeking intimacy and climax from one another in that way. Even the trio of princess scientist and catwoman had engaged in a variant, arranged in a triangle that brought mouth to pink each in sequence and completed the cycle between the three. Only the two shemale types differed from the pattern, mating much like a man and woman would with the silvery haired smaller one acting as the feminine half, accepting the chocolate colored larger one into her in the way of most women. It was strange to Thor, but the heaving of feminine breasts and the softer, higher register of their sexual sounds made it more pleasing than it would have been if one or both had been truly and completely male. Still, he preferred to watch the fully female, especially the ebon-haired Tifa. She was truly a woman to the tastes of the Thunder God, and worthy of the halls of Asgard. Should he see her there, in the palace adorned in Aesir finery and armed and armored as a warrior maiden of the realm, he would not think her remotely out of place.
His own anticipation slowly grew as he watched the enticing sights of beautiful feminine bodies entangled together, curves and skin and flowing hair and moist feminine treasures. He stiffened below as the sounds of extasy and sweet scents of womanly passion caressed his senses, but he did not stoop so low as to touch himself. He was a proud man and a god, and he would wait his turn to experience the touch of woman's flesh and the true way of intimate pleasure. He had willpower enough to hold him until that time came.
Eventually, after the cries of passion reached a common crescendo, when most of the lovers had finished one round of lovemaking and were recovering their strength and pondering their next move, his patience paid off. As he saw the pair with the Gaia avatar and lovely warrior woman share quiet, conspiratorial conversation with the black-haired beauty casting quick, blushingly nervous looks his way, he knew that he'd been right and good things come indeed to those who wait.
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Baretta still couldn't quite believe what she was doing, or more like who she was doing, but it was too late for recriminations or regrets. She knew she'd been manipulated into it, but damned if the newly reborn Sephia wasn't a clever seductress, and a hell of a lay at that. It had started with the silver-haired shemale going back down on Baretta and demonstating her blowjob skills once more, this time for keeps. She didn't let up until Baretta was crying out her pleasure and shooting her passion fluid down the throat of her new lover, who obligingly swallowed it all. She then continued that course of action by laying Baretta down and inverting herself atop her in a 69 position, once again beginning that wonderful suction while also allowing Baretta access to her fragrant virgin womanhood. The female pheremones combined with the oral attentions worked quickly and well to arouse the black beauty once again, and they proceeded to ride that stairway together until Baretta had reached another powerful peak, this one shared with the platinum phenom as her femine flavor coated Baretta's lips and tongue and face even as her shaft, nestled between Baretta's breasts, annointed her with more of the same fluid. Curiously, Baretta took some of that deposited emission to her nose to sniff, then to her tongue to taste, and was perhaps a bit surprised to find it purely female despite what and where it had been squirted from. Baretta's own ejaculates were clear and semi-sweet and not feminine like her lower juices but more like precum, if the others she slept with regularly were to be believed. As similar as their external configurations would appear, it seemed that their internal plumbing was just a little bit different. Go figure, she thought to herself in her distraction.
She was pulled from that idle reverie by Sephia giving her a soft sound to get her attention, and the sight got her member beginning to stiffen once again despite the two quick succession oral orgasms she'd already enjoyed. To Baretta's delight, the woman was laid back, like she had before with one hand hiding her penis while spreading her lower lips, and she locked smoky eyes on Baretta as she softly intoned.
"I promised you my virgin pussy, didn't I? Come and get it."
Baretta's eyes widened a bit as she was reminded of the incredible offer of being the one to deflower Sephia's new body, a rare treat indeed. In fact, she was pretty sure she'd never had a virgin before, and hoped it would be all it was made out to be. She certainly looked forward to finding out.
Moving to mount her, she kissed her as she moved into position and found the virgin opening with the head of her shaft, rubbing gently before locking eyes with Sephia with the silent question in her big brown eyes. Sephia's golden ones locked back on them as she nodded softly, whispering that she was ready. Baretta marveled softly at the unaccustomed resistance at the entrance, before leaning into it and feeling it give way suddenly as she pushed to the hilt into the tightest thing she'd ever felt. Sephia gasped out but made no other sound, throwing her head back with gritted teeth before suddenly lunging forward to muffle any further cries in Baretta's neck, biting down as she rode out the pain so hard she drew blood. When it finally subsided, she leaned back a bit and dabbed with her tongue at the dripping small wound she'd made, and smiled a bloody smile.
"Now we've both bled for this, we're even."
Baretta blinked, and looked down in curiousity to see what she meant. Indeed, there was a small splash of blood coating their joined flesh and pooling under Sephia's ass. She'd done it, she'd broken her open for the very first time. Baretta wasn't sure quite what she'd been expecting, but it was certainly an experience she'd never forget.
Again she was distracted from her reverie by Sephia's soft impatient noise, and her words of encouragement once she'd gotten her attention back.
"Go on, finish it... fuck me, fill me, I want your cum... this isn't done until you come inside me..."
Baretta blinked, having almost forgotten that part in the whole novelty of the experience, but she didn't have to be reminded twice as she began a soft, slow but strong rhythm inside the newly-fucked pussy of Sephia Roth, bring moans to the throats of them both. Sephia's was mroe ragged, pleasure mixed with pain, but Baretta was feeling pure heaven as she pumped within the slick vicelike tunnel of fuck she was buried deep inside. She couldn't imagine anything better, and she knew that before too long she'd be doing as Sephia said and filling the woman's platinum-trimmed pink with thick jets of her pleasure fluid. She would finish what she'd begun, and if Sephia's words of earlier were truth, there was yet more awaiting her. As weird as this whole thing might be, she was finding less to complain about wiht every passing moment and more to make her glad she'd said yes. Reservations be damned, this was too good to second guess.
A small eternity later, they were crying out as one as Baretta pumped her climax deep into the receptive pink of her lover, and they collapsed together soon thereafter to catch their breath and recover. They were just starting to grow aroused again with Sephia's tight ass on offer as the next pleasure on the menu when they and the whole room were startled by a loud voice, Tifa's voice, screaming out in what didn't sound like pleasure or climax.
"OH MY FUCKING GODS!"
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Yuffie had been cuddled up with Lightning after the last of a string of incredible orgasms under the fingers and tongue of the pastel-haired beauty, talking and sharing the afterglow and affection, both speaking of how they could get used to this after so long alone. It was too soon to be sure, and the last thing she wanted was to get her hopes up too quickly and get her heart broken, but it seemed like there was at least a chance they could have a future together. They both seemed willing to give it a try and se where it led, at least. It was a good start.
They were startled from their talk of new beginnings by the sound of Tifa's top of her lungs cries, and with the rest of the room locked eyes on her in worry tinged curiousity. What they saw was not what any of them had expected.
Tifa was clung to Thor with an expression of pained endurance on her face, eyes squinted tight closed as she shuddered in impaled agony on his shaft thrust deep to the hilt in her. Blood was beginning to coat her thighs and pool beneath her ass, a witness to the pain in her most intimate and now torn flesh.
Yuffie blinked, taking a closer look, raising an eyebrow. "Umm, isn't that the wrong hole?"
Lightning only shrugged, transfixed by the sight, and Yuffie shuddered and spoke again. "Yeah... remind me again to never try to take it that way. Gods..."
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It had begun with Aeris making a rather shocking proposition to her lover, almost daring her into it to urge her past her fear and hesitation, and a deeply nervois proposition to the Thunder God. Aeris was right, he was probably the only one who could do this, and as much as she might protest, she really didn't want to go the rest of her life without the experience.
Thor had been pleasantly surprised by the idea, and quite willing to do his part. The bit of flattery that he was the only one strong enough to do what must be done was unnecessary in convincing him, as he'd had is eye on the ebon haired warrior from the start and would be more than pleased to join with her in whatever way she asked.
They began with Aeris directing the action, bidding him to lay on his back and instructing Tifa to mount his face and willing mouth, facing towards his feet. She then mounted his hips as if to take him inside her and ride him, but instead she worked his stiff shaft between her netherlips only, rubbing hrself and her opening along the underside of his shaft and getting him wet and slick with her juices. In truth, it felt quite damned good, and the enjoyment he took in tasting of the feminine treasure sitting atop his face would have been enough to keep him happy for the time being anyhow. He couldn't see it, but could tell from the sound of their moans as they were muffled that they were kissing passionately as they rode him each in her own way. Pushing the pleasure he felt from the near-demigoddess riding him below to the back of his mind, he focused his attention and skill on pleasuring the woman who had her wet, pink, wonderfully scented woman's center against his questing lips and tongue. In due time, he was rewarded with the shudering of her body and the moans and cries of ecstasy from her lips that matched the soft gush of pleasure fluid from her lower lips as orgasm claimed her. Being who and what he was, he could say she tasted like heaven and know of which he spoke.
When their cries of shared orgasmic bliss had faded,they dismounted from him and Aeris sat, pulling Tifa down and onto her back with her head in her lap. She then bid to Thor, who knew what he was expected to do as he mounted atop her and rubbed himself at her lower lips, seeking the tightly-sealed opening to her center. He looked her in the eyes as he paused, asking if she was ready, and she replied nervously that she was as ready as she'd ever be.
As he began to push, seeking to join them in mated penetration, he was amazed at the resistance he felt. She'd been right, it would take far more than mortal strength to proceed through her body's natural defense against intimate intrusion. This wasn't the first time he'd taken a woman this way, but it was almost certainly the most difficult and he was beginning to be unsure if he could even accomplish it. But no, he was Thor, and his godly strength was equal to any task. Redoubling his efforts and pulling from his Asgardian power, he was rewarded by the feeling of finally bursting through her outer resistance to sink to the hilt in the soft tunnel, her defenses broken. And then he moved no more as she cried out like a banshee and gripped him so hard he could not so much as budge within her. This was the most difficult part for her, and he held her tight as she rode out the pain. His heart felt a twinge of remorse as he felt the hot blood coat his balls and her thighs, knowing that he'd hurt her, but he reminded himself that she'd literally asked for this and he was only doing as she wished.
For Tifa, it was agony like a fist of fire stabbing the most sensitive part of her. She'd known it would hurt, but nothing could have prepared her for just how bad it was. Perhaps she should have expected it, knowing that her armored skin would take so much more than normal force to tear, which was why she needed someone with such high superhuman strength like Thor to accomplish it. Her skin could shrug off bullets and blades, no normal man and no normal amount of force could have torn aside her maidenhead and taken away her physical virginity. And so, she paid the price in pain for the damage to such sensitive flesh.
But she was a fighter. She knew pain, understood it. It could be controlled with superior will and mastery of self. Keeping her eyes closed, she first took command of her breathing, and then her ki, willing herself to command her pain and force her rebelling body to calm.
When she'd reopened her eyes, still in pain but keeping it tightly controlled, she noticed the stares she was getting from the whole of the room, and in particular one smirking set of golden eyes that she just knew held some smartass thought or comment behind them, As she locked a scowl on them with her own softly glowing sappphire orbs, the former enemy delivered the snark on her mind.
"What's with the caterwauling? I just had the same thing done to me and you didn't hear me screaming about it. In fact I didn't make a sound. I thought you were tough?"
If looks could kill, Sephia would have a charred and ragged hole burned in her head by Tifa's glare. Instead of saying anything back to her though, she locked her eyes back onto Thor with steel in her gaze and voice
"Finish it... fuck me. Do it hard. Don't even think of holding back, give me all you've got. I swear, if you don't pound me into the concrete floor I'll hurt you."
Thor was astonished at this, and quite hesitant to hurt her further, but the ferocity in her eyes killed the question of if she was sure before he could even ask. She was deadly serious, and not of a mind to take no for an answer.
And so he began to thrust within her, reluctantly at first but with greater intensity as she urged him on. Indeed, she was like a woman crazed as she demanded harder, faster, deeper, more, cursing him and even slapping him once or twice to spur him on and make him be rougher with her. Even when he grew angry and rose to her challenge, she only screamed for more and thrust herself back against him like a wild thing possessed. It was insane, and perhaps even a bit horrifying, but something savage within him rose to meet her lust and he began not merely complying but engaging her in fiery passion. The rest of the room stared at the two of them, transfixed in shock like watching the proverbial tran wreck. None could tear their attention away.
Eventually, after what seemed like a small eternity, he felt the icy fire rise within him and he knew the moment of completion was near, and he warned her that it was time... she only screamed at him to give it to her, and that was all it took to push him over the edge. Pushing into her with all his godly strength, he roared out like the thunderstorm itself as he flooded her with his passion's emission. She cried out in the response of her own orgasm, sounding like the screams of a panther in heat. And then to his horror, he felt something give wiay within her with a sickening tear and the hot splash of new blood covering his lower body as she screamed yet again, this one like to curdle the soul. Still she clung to him, moving her hips against him as she locked her jaw and set her face in sheer determination as she rode out the last of his spurts within her as well as the last vestiges of her own climax despite it being torn by injury. Only when they were well and truly finished did she decouple from him, standing on shaky feet even as a fresh gush of blood flowed from her now unblocked opening. She steadied herself through sheer willpower, even as the blood ran down her legs and pooled at her feet as if she'd been stabbed and her womanhood itself was a fresh and deep wound.
She stood triumphant like a warrior wounded in victorious battle, which in a way she was. In particular, she locked her fiery gaze on the one who had taunted her, and the silvery haired woman stared back in shock and awe.
"You... have no idea when to quit do you?"
The look in her eyes turned to a victor's smirk, as she asked. "Quit? What's that?"
Sephia just shook her head in soft astonishment. "That explains why you won. And why I joined the winning side." She paused a moment, but then smiled. "You're insane, but sometimes that's what it takes. I salute you."
Tifa grinned in triumph, and seemed to believe she'd proven enough as she allowed her lover Aeris to catch and support her when her legs grew weak and she wavered on her feet, sinking to the ground with the woman as the last of her adrenaline and willpower ran dry even as she continued to bleed profusely. Proud and stubborn she was like the truest of warriors, but she wasn't stupid either and she had no intention of bleeding out just to prove a point already won. As the avatar of holy Gaia stroked her hair and whispered a prayer-like declaration of love, the soft glow of healing magic wove it's restorative web, staunching the flow of blood and sealing torn flesh with new repaired skin. The raven-haired fighter nearly passed out at the relief from pain, and the gentle healer kissed her softly and helped her to her feet so they could go clean up. Aeris was now as covered in blood as Tifa and Thor were, and he followed them to the shower room so he could get clean as well. The others watched them go even as a small cleaning crew of meat puppet men began to mop up the mess behind them. Where they'd been looked more like the site of a death duel than an act of sexual union, and not all of the bloodstain would ever come out of the concrete. A fitting mark of permanence for a once in a lifetime event.
All eyes remained on where they'd been even after they'd gone, the stunning events still sinking in. The party wasn't over, but it would be some time before things began again in the wake of the shocking spectacle. None had ever seen anything like it and would be willing to bet they never would again. Even if nothing else were to happen, it was already a night to remember.
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