Morning Ritual

Time in the Slums of Midgar were a very hard thing to tell if you didn't have a clock, or atleast a watch. There was no morning or night because of the Sector Seven Plate; without the Sun or even the Moon standing high in the sky, time had almost no real meaning. They could have been working at midnight and going to bed at noon for all they knew. But people are creatures of habit, and even without those two orbs passing by in the sky the people conformed their lives to the standards of those on the outside, to their lives before coming to the Slums, to the lives of their parents who once lived under the Sun.

The clock showed that it was 6 AM in Tifa's Seventh Heaven; it was almost time to open. Even if the people of the Slums conformed their lives to the clock of the outside world, many didn't conform their eating and drinking habits to it; it wasn't a big surprise for somebody to come in and have a hard drink with eggs, or just the drink minus the eggs to get them through their morning of doing whatever work they could find.

Tifa was already awake; for years she'd always gotten up atleast an hour before opening time, to ensure that she was bright and chipper for the customers. It had been her way ever since she opened the place, and she would be damned if she changed it. Cloud was awake as well, his eyes, aglow with Mako watched the clock with interest; it was almost time for another habit; well, it was more like a ritual. Tifa had been awake for a while now, and she was all but ready to open the place; the dishes were as spotless as she could get them, the normal morning rush items were in easy reach, and the place was well swept and the chairs all neat and tidy.

In another life, Cloud mused, Tifa would have made an incredible house wife; she was neat and tidy, she did work without complaint, her cooking was actually pretty good, she didn't really nag at all...

"Cloud... it's time."

Tifa called out, breaking Cloud from his amused little vision of house wife Tifa, complete with an apron, a frying pan and a wide array of household cleaners. He rose to his feet with a slight smirk on his face, his eyes aglow with something more than just Mako; this was the best part of his day, if anybody asked. But he would deny it, of course... that would break his image as an overly serious man who didn't care for the simple pleasures of life.

He took an easy walking stride as he made his way to a small room off to the side of the bar; it seemed almost hidden even when in plain sight, something easily overlooked. Upon opening the door he slipped in and closed it behind him; he had just stepped into the bathroom, the one room that most swore never actually existed in the Seventh Heaven at all. Many was the time a customer failed to find the place and had to go elsewhere; a running joke was that Tifa would fill you with food and drink until you burst, but she lacked a room in which you could burst in.

It wasn't a very big room, really; it had a toilet, a sink, a mirror above the sink... a light. That was about, really, but that's all it needed. Cloud's eyes instantly went to the sink, and there he saw Tifa standing in-front of it, her arms at her sides. She was clad in her normal outfit, that same white tank top and short black skirt that had made her all too famous with the men who were regulars, and made her the envy of every woman within a 3 Slum radius.

Tifa looked at him for a brief moment before looking down at the sink, and the shiny metal bowl that laid inside of the off white porcelain; it was stained and it drove her crazy. No matter how she tried she could never get it out... she once worked her hands rw trying to get it out but to no avai-

"Yeek!"

Tifa yelped suddenly as Cloud's strong hands grabbed her breasts roughly. She swallowed hard as she looked into the mirror, just enough to see Cloud;

"You're always... s-s-so rough at first..."

Her face was fire red as he fondled her large, heavy breasts through the thin material of her small, white tank top; they were so large that they forced the black suspenders she used to keep her skirt up to their sides. Cloud's smirk grew wider as he made her writhe with his hands, as she bit her lip to keep from moaning while he kneaded her orbs of pleasure. Her breathing grew a little more rapid with every squeeze he gave them, her nipples growing harder and poking out of her shirt further.

"I think you're almost ready, Tifa."

He said with a soft voice and she nodded, her eyes tightly closed to avoid looking at him, even if it was his reflection. Suddenly he released her breasts, then grabbed her suspenders. Quickly, he pulled them away from her shoulders, letting them hand at her sides just as her arms did. He licked his lips as, slowly, he took hold of the bottom of her shirt, then began to lift it up. Tifa trembled as his fingers inched their way up her flat stomach, the material exposing more of her pale skin; and when he reached her chest he paused for a moment, as if to savor it.

Tifa swallowed hard, though... she knew what was going to come next. She braced her hands on the sides of the sink, her fingers all but digging into the hard material before giving him a nod; that's when Cloud pulled her shirt up suddenly, exposing her breasts in their full glory. Licking his lips once more, he ensured that he tucked the material into her armpits to keep it from getting in the way... then he took hold of her large breasts once again. Her entire body jerked forward for a brief second, but she relaxed herself as he messaged them, making her writhe all over again.

"Ah... y-y-es... I like it... when you're gentle..."

Tifa said softly, her voice a mix of pleasure and shame as he played with her mammaries, fingers stroking the smooth flesh as his palms rubbed her all over with varying degrees of pressure. Moans slipped out now and again from between her lips, and each time she bit down a little harder on her lower lip; she didn't want this to turn into something that was meant for sheer pleasure... she was more respectable than that. Or so she wanted to think.

"Mmm... you're ready now, Tifa. I can just feel it..."

Cloud said softly as he ceased his massaging, only to place his thumbs and forefingers slightly above and below her hard and sensitive nipples. Lifting her breasts up, he aimed the nipples toward the bowl in the sink and then, pushing her breasts backwards, into her chest, he quickly rolls his fingers along her flesh, forcing out a small, thin stream of white fluid from her nipples.

"Ahhhh...."

Tifa whimpered softly as he repeated the process, over and over, the stream of fluid only getting thicker and stronger with each pass. Her hands trembled as she fought to keep her arms from giving out.

"Mmm, it's really coming out now, Tifa. I think we'll have several bottles worth today!"

Cloud said with a tone of excitement, something that seemed so very rare for him. Tifa only mewled in response as he milked her heavy breasts, his hands moving faster in time to keep the flow going strong. The bowl was filling rapidly, and her breasts seemed to show no signs of being tapped, but Cloud knew better. Any moment now they would run dry... and as if by some magical force, moments before the bowl would fill to the brim the flow of milk did slow to a small stream, just like the in the beginning. But it only lasted for a few moments before it became a few drops... and then it ceased all together.

"There we go... you're all milked out today."

Cloud said as he gently removed his hands from her chest as she slowly regained her composure from the "procedure". Soon, the trembling ceased and she released the sink, only to pull her shirt down. And as she adjusted her suspenders, to ensure that they didn't dig into her breasts, Cloud was already out of the room; but she could hear the clattering of bottles coming closer.

She looked at the bowl, her face was still bright red; she wondered just how much longer she'd have to do this. But she knew the answer... she would have to keep this going on a daily basis, to relieve the pressure the milk had on her breasts. She wondered why she lactated at all; she wasn't with child. And yet ever since she hit puberty, she lactated; it was as though the moment she grew them, her breasts were loaded down with the life giving milk that she herself was raised on in her very early life.

"We sure did get a lot today, Tifa. I think that maybe your milk production is rising."

Cloud said as he came into the room, interrupting her thoughts; only to give her something more to dread. She didn't like the idea of having even more milk to get rid of...

"M-m-maybe..."

Was all she could say as Cloud placed the bottles down on the sink, then looked at her. He wasn't exactly sure what to say to her; she never really seemed to like being milked, even though every physical reaction showed that she did. He almost wanted to suggest that they stop, but he knew that wouldn't work; the pressure would get too great and they would likely just start lactating at random times, and that would be embarrassing. Plus, he didn't really want to give up his excuse to get his hands on her orbs of material bound pleasure.

"Come on and help me bottle this... the morning rush is about to come in and we need to get these ready for use."

He said softly as he patted her shoulder, and she nodded softly. As they slowly worked, ensuring that not a single drop was spilled, Cloud wondered just how much more she could give on a daily basis. But for Tifa, the thoughts of her increasing milk production made her wonder just what kind of future she might have.

She didn't want to end up a dairy cow... but then, the extra money that it brought in...

"500 Gil a bottle, about 6 bottles right now..."

Cloud mumbled to mostly himself, but loud enough for Tifa to hear. She sighed softly and swallowed again, trying to push down her thoughts; the milk sold very well, it was a real hit with her customers. Ever since Cloud had the idea to bottle and sell it, profit had gone up quite a bit; better than just throwing it down the drain. But still, was it right to sell it?

Cloud thought so, the customers did, and the money was good. But somehow... Tifa felt unsettled about it all. But then, nothing about her milk ever felt exactly right to her. It was just something she would learn to live with.

Just like so much about her life.