In Search For One's Prince

Ever since she was a little girl, Tifa had heard stories of a prince, trapped deep underneath Midgar. It was said that if you were to free him, he would lead you away from the polluted streets, out onto the grassy fields of his old kingdom, where the hand of the powerful could not reach. There, you would live out your life in peace and prosperity, until your dying day.

It was a persistent myth, one that had led more than a few hopefuls down into the sewer system of the city, never to be seen again. For the more seasoned fighters, the "prince" was obviously a reference to a creature known as a Sahagin - specifically one of higher standing in their strictly enforced hierarchy.

"So are there.. ah! ... any more of you coming?"

Uncommon knowledge even among the seasoned fighters was how exactly that hierarchy was determined. Through extensive excursions into the sewer system, originally meant to locate a quick and more stealthy path through the city, Tifa had eventually put the pieces together.

The answer was "girth" - that is, while virtually all Sahagin sported considerable size in terms of their members, it was circumference that seemed to determine the actual order of hierarchy. Whenever she was dealing with one of the creatures, she noted that his position in the "queue" could easily be supplanted by one of his compatriots showing up, sporting an even thicker log to stretch her lips around.

"Oh jeeze... poor guys..."

Such was the case with her two, present lovers. The others stood off to the side, clearly irate yet unwilling to intrude upon the ground of their superiors. She could only imagine their frustration - logs standing, pulsating from frustration in the cool night air, with particularly one of them having come extremely close to emptying his swollen sack before his forceful removal. The interruptions had been sudden, and annoyed her to no small degree, but it did explain the wanton zeal of her earlier lovers and why these two also seemed to be in a hurry.

"... is my dear prince on the way, mayhap?"

The comment made the two pause, and a moment of silence followed, with even their irate friends growing quiet - and then she heard it. In the far distance, an array of webbed feet patted against the stony ground, a cacophony of echoes carried by the sheer amount of them in motion. A single voice cried out, repeatedly, as if by a herald, and the scene around Tifa briefly froze. One of those present seemed to suddenly find his mind once more and grunted something, his raspy voice reminiscent to that of a whisper, and the two immediately resumed their lovemaking with excited, nervous breaths.

"Come now boys... give it to me..."

The one behind her had, if briefly, gone a little soft - probably in response to the quickly approaching threat to his position. She met his newfound efforts eagerly, pristine ass bouncing against his chiseled form as she willed him to empty his load inside, his log turning hard as steel in response. Whatever was coming was definitely bigger than him, and after a steady stream of Sahagin replacements with no one actually getting to finish, Tifa almost certainly needed the extra lubrication.

She didn't, after all, want to start off on the wrong foot with her beloved prince.

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Monday Loop, featuring Italian Senator Tifa Lockhart rubbing shoulders with her constituents. PR is important, folks!

While it's a bit rushed owing to a concept not working out render-time wise, I am still pretty happy with how it turned out. Her massive booba size is quite a challenge to deal with in animation, but where there's a will, there is a way.

Thank you, as always, for your continued support and for all of your kind words! Fingers crossed that the coming week is less horrid than the past one, but January tends to be doomed in that sense. Hope you're doing well out there, all things considered!

Take care of yourselves, and each other!
/DH