The Good Life: Hello and Goodbye (ch. 107)

“Don't be so shy, Tifa,” I said as Tifa sank along my cock, burying every inch of it into the depths of her slick embrace. She audibly swallowed a low moan when my cockhead rested at the door to her womb, with the walls of her pussy twitching around my length. “It's hardly like Cloud will learn about this.”

The remark had the intended effect as her pussy squeezed down hard enough that I would have bruised before I took the serum. There was a flicker of horror in her reddish amber gaze, and Jinx was quick to pounce on it as she cupped Tifa's breasts from behind, rolling her stiff nipples between her fingers and thumbs. 

“But he could,” Jinx whispered in Tifa's ear. “Maybe we’ll drop you off with cum leaking out of every hole, so he doesn't need to imagine what you were doing for three days?” 

“Don't,” Tifa whispered, a pleading edge in her voice that was just shy of begging. 

“Then you heard the man -- show off what your momma gave ya and shake that thing!” Jinx said, giving Tifa a slap on the butt that echoed through the sex dungeon, joining the chorus of them coming from the orgy below.

Tifa didn't need any further motivation and her hesitance vanished like smoke in the wind. She rolled her hips experimentally, and this time she didn't swallow her breathless moan. There was a flicker of defiance in her eyes when Jinx started kissing down her neck, but she knew the score. I reclined on a love seat, one arm draped over Jessie's shoulder, playing with one of her tits as she fingered herself to Tifa getting fucked, while the other reached up to pinch Tifa's chin so that she had no choice but to maintain eye contact as she rode me. 

The first few gyrations were slow and testing before her confidence rose, bracing her hands against my unyielding abs before raising her hips. Her slick pussy clung to my shaft, fighting every inch to keep me buried into her depths, until her hips rose so high that only the tip of my cock remained inside. Then, with a single smooth motion, she slammed her hips down -- I watched her face contort as pleasure assaulted her every synapse with her eyes going crossed for a moment while her lips parted to let out a lewd moan. 

The first of many as Tifa found her pace, riding my cock with an intensity that made me doubt that she was virgin. Jinx mewled with approval from behind, “That's it. Atta girl,” Jinx praised, one hand going down to Tifa's clit, and the moment Jinx touched it, Tifa threw her head back and moaned. The pleasure tore through her like electricity, the Joy in her system dialing up everything to eleven, and Tifa seemed naturally sensitive to begin with. 

I traced Tifa's lips with a thumb, and almost absentmindingly, she took it into her mouth and started to suck. The haze of lust was starting to cloud her eyes as she slammed her hips down with enough force to make her tits bounce, and it proved to be too much of a temptation for Jessie. Her lips lunged forward, capturing a nipple and Tifa hissed with pleasure, arousal dripping down my cock as she quivered with it. 

It was the first time that she came for the night, but not the last. She quickly fucked herself into an orgasm a second time, her hips moving in a frenzied blur to chase that peak once more when it passes. I sat back and basked in it -- my own orgasms would come. Three days of a nonstop fucking would leave plenty of time for that. Instead, I basked in my victory because it was so worth the wait to see Tifa sending herself over the edge once more with Jesse moving on to eat out Jinx next to me while Jinx pulled Tifa into a dominating kiss. 

It was the submission of someone who I knew to be heroic. I knew her whole trajectory in life, the destiny that she was meant to have -- that of a big damn hero that saves the planet. And now she was shuddering on my cock, whimpering with pleasure that cut through her like a knife and set every nerve ending alight. Completely unaware of what she had gotten herself into and how utterly in over her head she was. 

It was that thought that sent me over the edge, a flood of cum filling her womb to the absolute brim. The sensation was enough to elicit a third orgasm from her that fully turned her into a quivering mess, but I think she started to get an inkling of how out of her league she was when I flipped us over and started to pound her already stuffed pussy into the couch. 

She held onto the back, biting her bottom lip to keep back some moans until she realized that only spurned me on. Every thrust squeezed a dollop of cum out of her stuffed pussy, only for me to refill her to the brim when I reached my second orgasm before I pulled out, sending thick ropes of thick cum over her abs and tits. Tifa looked down at it breathlessly, already spent as she touched the cum with a finger and held it up. 

She was surprised when Jinx leaned in to lick her digits clean, and all the more so when Jessie leaned down to lap up the cum on her body. Once her fingers were clean, Jinx joined in, and Tifa stared with a lustful befuddlement that was quickly cleared up once I sheathed myself back into her pussy. And I think it was at that point the last spark of honest defiance left her gaze and she let herself get fully swept away in the tide of lust and pleasure. She probably reasoned that it would be easier that way.

There was a lot of logistics involved when it came to days-long orgies. A Heal Materia could take care of any soreness, and the Joy in the air ensured that everyone stayed in the mood. But people still needed to eat. Sleep. To wash off the various fluids. Sex, the good kind, was a high intensity activity, and that could only be maintained for so long. But it was also when things slowed down that the real fun began. 

Tifa got her first taste of it when she was fucked into exhaustion and Jessie started eating her out while I pounded her from behind, and there was a bewilderment in her eyes. A flair of ‘this is weird’ and ‘this isn't me.’ But that was slowly edged out as the hours went by in mindless hedonism. It was a careful thing, that I cultivated with every hour. 

Tifa was drawn into it, first as an idle observer or someone who received pleasure once things settled down from the initial wildness. She watched on with quiet fascination as the servants were rolled out, naked and with a spread of food laid out upon them while others fed her bite by bite. Then, slowly, she got more involved in things. In the end, while she was a favorite toy, she hadn't won the competition, and that came with consequences.

Such as kneeling across from Jessie with a double sided dildo between them, and it was a race to see who could deep throat the most while a handful of other girls cheered them on, making bets with the fervor of hard-core sports fans. Jessie ended up winning and her reward was a wand vibrator strapped to her clit while Tifa was left bound for an hour with Jinx dripping candle wax on her. 

It was over-indulgence, plain and simple. And when they reached their natural physical limits, they were escorted into a bath, massaged, and hit with a Heal. When they needed sleep? They caught a few hours, and I naturally used the opportunity to dump the pair in a Memory Lounge to make a copy of their memories for synths. When they woke up, they were completely ignorant of it, and then they were right back in the thick of it.

Tifa had no way of telling the time. Jessie was so out of it that she barely noticed time passing at all. It was just a blur of sex and rest and then more sex. The only way Tifa could have told the time was with the obedience pills, and she took them without even being aware of it. Because of it, by the time the second day rolled around, Tifa was gone. She just went with the flow, unaware if she had been at it for hours or days, even if it meant she was on her knees, rimming Jinx while I fucked her with all of my strength, as Jinx was the only one who was durable enough to take it. 

And she was hardly going to be more aware when the tables turned and I was fucking her ass with enough force to make her cheeks ripple with every thrust while Jinx fucked her mouth with a dildo. 

It would have been easy enough to trick her. I could probably keep her for a week before she even started to suspect something. If she ever did. But, I was a man of my word. And Tifa started to regain a sense of awareness as we entered the third day of the orgy. Jinx started using her body as a canvas, covering her in doodles and lurid remarks while I plastered her with cum -- thick bridges of it across her cleavage, dripping down her legs from her overflowing pussy and ass, splattered across her face and hair. The sex became a little rougher, harsher, as if we were squeezing every last drop of pleasure out of her before she and Jessie left. 

“And that's the finish line,” I told Tifa, her mouth open and full of cum, some leaking down the corners of her mouth, that Jinx was sure to lick up before Tifa swallowed. There was a wariness that told me she wasn't entirely gone mentally, and I smirked. “Yes, I do mean you've upheld your end of the bargain. Quite wonderfully. So, get yourself cleaned up and I'll tell you all about Phase Two of Shinra's nefarious plan so that you can foil it.” 

Tifa stared up at me, and I had to say -- a suspicious expression covered in glaze was a real nice look on her. 

“Or I could send you back as you are, if that's what you're into,” I added, and that provoked a reaction. Tifa stood up, wobbling slightly, and seemed suddenly aware of herself as she made to leave for the washroom, leaving a trail of cum that dripped from her. 

“Seem's like such a shame to let her go,” Jinx noted, her nude body pressed against me. “We could keep her forever if we really wanted.” 

“We will,” I reassured her, stroking Jinx's hair. “You let them go so they can come crawling back to you. She'll be back soon enough. She just doesn't realize it yet,” I explained, aware of Tifa looking at the reflection of herself in the mirror. The shame, the horror, the anger… It was perfect. The exact volatile cocktail of emotions that I wanted to create. “And in the meantime…” 

A quick Shambles brought the synths I had printed off of both Tifa and Jessie. These ones hard-wired to be extra sensitive and submissive. Jinx let out a laugh of pure delight, kissing my cheek before grabbing the Tifa synth by the boob and leading her downstairs where the orgy was still ongoing. 

It took Tifa and Jessie the better part of half an hour to get cleaned up, and emerge from the bathroom. When they did, they looked like their usual selves, but they moved with an… awareness that had been lacking the past couple of days. An awkwardness born from the realization that we had been fucking for days now and that they kinda hated my guts a little. Or a lot. 

All the same, they approached me as I once more leaned on the railing that overlooked the orgy below, and I could see their eyes glancing to it, unwittingly watching their synths getting dommed by a dozen women and loving every second of it. 

“What's Phase Two?” Tifa asked, cutting right to the chase with as much authority as she could muster. Which wasn't much. I was surprised that she could still blush given our long weekend together. 

“Shinra is planning to drop the plate on Sector Seven,” I answered easily and I could tell that the words didn't quite register. “It's why your base was spared. They wanted Avalanche to congregate in your last hideouts, and they'll drop the plate on everyone in the slums. It's part of a real estate development project, and apparently it's easier to kill everyone there than to move everyone out and rezone -- protests, PR, and so on.” 

Tifa didn't so much as breathe, “They're… going to drop the plate? But… thousands of people would die… Tens of thousands!” 

“Do you honestly think that they care?” I asked her and I think she started to understand it, finally. As much as she had hated Shinra, as much as she blamed them for the slow death of the planet, she had never really understood how monstrously evil Shinra was as a company. She thought she did, but the truth was that they were well beyond anything she had ever imagined. I really did love that company. 

“I-I need- when?!” Tifa snapped, remembering that they were on a timeline. I made a show of looking at a clock on the wall that hadn’t been there before she went to the bathroom before answering. 

“About… twelve hours, give or take,” I answered, and Tifa’s lips peeled back into a snarl. Since she was a hair away from taking a swing at me, I distracted her by tossing her a file that she caught and glanced at much like one would a snake being thrown in their lap. Still, she opened it, and I summarized. “I imagine you’d want the official record to reflect that you were doing something other than enjoying a debauchery filled weekend, so I prepared that for you and your friends. As far as the story goes? I needed some merc work done, and you two fit the bill.”

“... You’re a real bastard,” Tifa said with absolute honesty. She meant it down to her soul with every last fiber of her being. And that made it all worth it because she really had absolutely no idea what she was in for. Because this was just the start. 

She turned and walked away, taking a distracted Jessie with her, and I couldn’t stop myself from getting one last word in. “Good luck! Hope it was all worth it,” I added, earning a venom-filled glare before the pair stormed out. 

As much as I would like to continue my weekend, I did have stuff to do. And I absolutely wanted a front row seat to everything that came next. 

So, I freshened up myself and got rid of any evidence of the last few days while Tifa was heading back to 7th Heaven, completely unaware of how Cloud and the others had been tearing up the slums looking for them. They were assuming the worst, and I knew Tifa and Jessie. They had braced themselves for telling the truth, but now they had a convenient excuse -- they’d stick with the lie that I gave them. 

True enough, once I was cleaned up, I kept an eye on the reunion even as I popped back up to the plate above and absorbed the three days' worth of memories of what my synth had been up to. Which was largely consoling Zack, who was convinced that Cloud was dead. Another dramatic reveal that I was going enjoy as certain things needed to be set in motion. But, first, I gave the goings-on in 7th Heaven my undivided attention back in my office at Shinra. 

“Tifa?!” Cloud exclaimed the moment that Tifa walked through the door, all but making her flinch at the naked concern in his voice. Biggs and Wedge stumbled over themselves to crowd around the pair, visibly concerned. 

And though I was half a city away, I could practically see Tifa nearly confess. To break down then and there, to say it all. But, she didn't. Whether it was because she was made of sterner stuff than I thought or merely because she was just that ashamed of getting her back blown out until her brains leaked out of her ears while her friends were tearing out their hair with worry -- that, I didn't know. 

“We found out what Phase Two is,” Tifa blurted, half trying to get out of any questions and half keenly aware of a ticking clock. “Shinra is going to drop the plate on this sector. They're going to kill everyone here- I got these from that bastard Corneo. He… had us doing mercenary work. He made us trying to sneak you in, and he wanted to see how far we'd go.” The lies flowed from her mouth like water, and the guilt she felt when an expression of realization flickered over Cloud's face? When she realized that she had inadvertently blamed him for what she went through during the competition... 

Oh, it was a mess. It was a terrible thing that I couldn't be a fly in the wall and watch it all happen in person. I hadn't yet figured out how to make myself invisible by bending light, but the moment I figured it out… Oh, it was going to open up a world of possibilities. 

But then what she said actually registered. “What?” Cloud blurted, “That- Shinra wouldn't do that. They wouldn't just kill thousands of people for what-? Money? How much would dropping the plate and rebuilding cost them?” 

Oh~! Wrong thing to say, Cloud. He was objectively correct to have those doubts, though. If someone told me that the company behind my power bill was planning what amounted to the most deadly terrorist attack in world history -- I'd have some doubts. I mean, I wouldn't put it past them if they could somehow line their pockets with it, but I'd be scratching my head at how they'd profit from it. And, under normal circumstances, Tifa might be able to acknowledge that point. 

However, Tifa had just come off a fuck-a-thon that she was half blackmailed and half extorted into joining. Shame and humiliation flowed through her veins like blood as she realized that maybe she wasn't quite who she thought she was. And that maybe she kinda liked it. 

“It's true,” Tifa snapped, slamming the file into his chest. “They're going to drop the plate, Cloud. They're going to kill everyone here. And we have twelve hours to stop it!” There was a challenge in her eyes, her body like a coiled spring. She was almost ready to throw a punch and I could feel the divide in her loyalties. 

The Cloud did something unexpected. 

“... Okay,” He replied, holding her gaze. “How do we stop it?” 

Tifa sagged with relief, to the point that she nearly melted on the spot. My eyebrows shot up as I pretended to be reading some report. I had fully expected Cloud to remain loyal to Shinra. That's what the drug cocktail I had been feeding him was meant to ensure. When this moment came, Cloud was meant to pick Shinra over Tifa, creating a rift that I could exploit. 

Yet, I couldn't even be mad at such a fascinating deviation from my plans. “The power of love, huh? Or boobs, I suppose. Either or,” I mused, leaning back in my seat as Avalanche started hashing out a plan. All the information that they would need was in the file -- there was a command center where the decoupling process would happen in a way thatwould ignore countless safety features to allow the plate to fall. 

While they were making plans, I emerged from my office. And, no sooner that I had did Sephiroth round a corner with an air of faint alarm. The man didn't look well, and that was largely my doing -- Zack thought that Cloud was dead, and he was depressed and moping. And Sephiroth was proving to be exceptionally empathetic to those he considered friends, so he felt Zack's grief. 

“Law,” Sephiroth started, and something had him moving urgently. “There has been a situation in Junon. There are readings that the President wants your opinion on.” That was surprising. I suppose I was paying too much attention to my soap operas. 

I nodded seriously, “Lead the way. How bad are the initial impressions?” I asked, practically able to see the knot of tension in between his shoulder blades. The last time I saw him this stressed was when I nearly provoked a second Wutai War for fun. 

“... President Shinra has a theory, but he waits for your confirmation,” Sephiroth replied, and my mind immediately made the connection and it was really fucking hard to keep the smike off my face. 

Today was shaping up to beone of the best days ever. It really was. God, I love being an evil asshole. It was so much fun and I just stayed winning. Even when I lost, I managed to win! It was great. 

That, however, was something I kept close to my chest, pretending that I was as wary and stressed as Sephiroth until we reached the conference room. Inside were a few familiar faces, but the most important two were Rufus Shinra and his father. 

President Shinra looked better than ever. He hadn't exactly been the decrepit kind of old before, but he’d definitely had a few years shaved off his appearance these days. His hair was thicker with a natural shine, the wrinkles on his face had smoothed over a touch, and he seemed stronger and healthier. Rufus hated every single bit of it. 

Without preamble, President Shinra began, “Three hours ago, we detected unusual activity off the coast of Junon -- out of season tides, a minor earthquake, and animal activity that indicates a natural disaster. Our drones were sent to scout a potential tsunami… and instead found this.” 

He pressed a button and a hologram appeared, showing the crystal blue waves of the ocean… and then something massive moving underneath. Details were impossible to make out as it was little more than a massive dark shadow beneath the waves, but it was easily the size of a skyscraper, hundreds to thousands of feet long. That, and a single dull purple glow the size of a modest house. 

“Our drones are tracking it, but it's estimated that within six hours, it will strike Junon,” the President continued, interlocking his fingers. “Eight months ago, you put forward a paper on beings called WEAPONS, and their connection to Mako energy. I was initially… dismissive,” He admitted. “It read too much like that eco-fanaticism Avalanche spouts. However, this creature matches the signs that you posited Dr. Waterloo.”

I nodded slowly, as if I wasn't so giddy that I was practically shaking with excitement. 

A kaiju. I was going to see a kaiju. Harvesting its Huge Materia was secondary, if I was being completely honest. That, and the fact that I was almost certain that Asami had intended to toss Yoruichi at one of them because they were strong enough to match her. 

“The glow is consistent with Mako and the general location is within the parameters of the data provided by Ancient texts,” I answered like a good little scientist. “I suppose it's a lucky break that it's attacking a city built around a massive gun,” I joked, only to earn a thin smile from Rufus.

“A gun without bullets, Dr. Waterloo, as all available Huge Materia have been redirected to your projects. Meaning Junon's defense against this creature is entirely useless,” he said like that was supposed to make me feel bad. 

“...Oh,” I replied, making an effort to appear properly alarmed. The surprise was real though. That hadn’t been planned. Whoops? 

“We are mustering all available forces, but we need that weapon online. Dr. Waterloo -- there is no one that I trust to handle the Huge Materia more than you. Will you go to Junon? As fast as possible?” Six hours wasn't enough time to get from Midgar to Junon normally. Even hauling all the ass, there was still decent odds that we'd arrive too late. Either late enough to watch the city get wiped off the face of the Planet or late enough to get caught in the city as it was wiped off the face of the planet. 

Well. Time to play the part of the big damn hero. 

“Sounds like this is partly my mess. I'll clean it up, President Shinra,” I said, giving him a firm nod and he looked at me with pride. Probably more love and approval than his son had ever received based on that ugly flair of jealousy from Rufus. 

I turned to leave the room, walking with Sephiroth… and my only regret was that I wouldn't be able to see the plate fall. A sad and terrible thing. But if the choice was between seeing a big monster and watching things getting crushed? 

Easiest choice I've ever made in my life. All the more so because there was a sneaking suspicion in the back of my mind. 

‘Hope to see you soon, Yoruichi.’