Ichigo's Bad Day, Final Edition

Orihime was an incredibly endowed young woman for the tender age of 15. Her breasts were large and full; they were that of a woman, rather than a teenage girl. They were also the envy of nearly every girl in her school, the dream of any man interested in women who had grown into puberty. Deny it as she might, Orihime enjoyed the attention and envy they generated... yet, she lacked the attention of the one she wished the most for.

Ichigo; she loved him. She longed for his attention, for his eyes to be on her... and yet he treated her as nothing more than a friend. There were no glances, no leers; everything about him seemed to show that he held no interest in her. Orihime couldn't understand why; Ichigo had a position in her heart that many would have killed for, a place that would have allowed him to do anything and everything to her.

But Ichigo, he didn't even bother to look at her. Something inside questioned what she lacked that he wanted; he spent more time with Rukia than her. Perhaps, then... perhaps he liked flat girls? If so, she was out of luck; she couldn't just make her breasts vanish! But part of her didn't want to admit that, it didn't want to recognize that he would never be interested in her. She had to ask Rukia; she had to get to the root of it!

And so, Orihime found herself waiting for Rukia during lunch; she had sent the others that they normally ate with away. She wanted a private conversation with the girl who seemed to hold Ichigo's attention. It was a long wait, it felt; or maybe it was due to her being pensive. If Rukia told her what she didn't want to hear, Orihime's heart would shatter like a block of ice. Only this way, she wouldn't be able to gather the ice up, chip it apart and make snow cones out of it.

"Orihime? Where are the others?"

A voice called, snapping the well endowed schoolgirl from her thoughts. Looking to the source she saw her; Rukia, a girl with a slender frame and small build. A part of Orihime made her hate the girl; why would Ichigo prefer this dark haired girl over her? She looked almost like a 12 year old boy!

"Oh, Rukia... I... well, I sent them away. I wanted to... talk to you. Alone."

Orihime answered, her voice nervous. Rukia blinked and cocked her head to the right;

"Oh... so, what is it?"

Orihime sat there, unsure as to what to say. Looking down, she stared at her lunch; an awkward silence descended between the two. Rukia felt confused, but let it pass as she went about eating; Orihime was the type who never did openly talk about things right away.

"Um... Rukia... I wanted to know..."

Orihime began, still staring at her lunch; Rukia muttered an 'eh' while eating.

"Is Ichigo... attracted to you...?"

Orihime finally spat out; Rukia in turn spat out her food and then coughed. Quickly she scooped up her drink and took a few sips; Orihime looked toward the dark haired girl.

"What kind of a question is that?!"

The dark haired girl nearly screamed, her cheeks pink.

"Oh... so he is...?"

Orihime mumbled as she looked to the ground, crestfallen. Rukia, sensing her feelings instantly patted the large chested girl on the shoulder, laughing;

"Of course not! Ichigo and I are just friends! There's nothing between us!"

"Then... why..."

Orihime mumbled softly to herself, yet it was loud enough for Rukia to hear.

"O-Orihime..."

Rukia began, but was cut off when Orihime looked up at her, eyes full of tears.

"Why doesn't he notice me?! Everybody else does... is there something I don't have?!"

Orihime spat out, Rukia was shocked into silence. The two sat in an awkward silence once more, it was only penetrated by a sniffle now and again from Orihime. Rukia... she sat in silence, arguing with herself; should she tell Orihime the truth of the matter?

"Orihime... I... there's something..."

Rukia began, then bit her tongue; she was in deep now, too deep to just dodge. Orihime looked at the dark haired girl again; her eyes were as focused as a laser. The answer she sought... it could come any moment!

"The fact is... Ichigo... he..."

Rukia looked at Orihime; their eyes met. Quickly the smaller girl looked away, hands grabbing hold of the hem of her skirt; the truth was something horrible. Atleast for Orihime.

"I... I knew it... Ichigo... he's not interested in me because..."

Orihime closed her eyes and tried to fight back her tears from flowing. Rukia looked at her and panicked;

"L-look, it's not like this is a choice! I mean, Ichigo... the things he likes... it's not his fault! If he had a choice, I'm sure he'd be interested in you like any other man!"

Rukia rambled so quickly, trying to comfort her friend. Orihime looked up at Rukia again, wiping a tear from her cheeks.

"There has to be a way... I... I could... "

Rukia shook her head vigorously, her rambling starting once more;

"N-no! You shouldn't do anything hasty! You should find somebody that loves you for you, not try to change yourself for him! Besides... it would be expensive..."

"But... I'd do anything... for him to want me..."

Orihime looked down again, this time her eyes focusing on her chest. Those breasts... they were getting in her way!

"Even if I have to get these things cut off!"

Orihime spat with anger; Rukia jumped to her feet.

"Orihime, don't think like that! That won't solve anything! You might change yourself, but at what cost? Do you really want to become a man?!"

Rukia finally said it, and Orihime looked up at her, face showing profound confusion.

"W-what...?"

Rukia blinked and sat down next to her once more.

"Well... I mean... Ichigo is attracted to men, so..."

Orihime was even more confused. Rukia swallowed hard; there had been some kind of profound misunderstanding between them.

"W-w-well, you see... Ichigo... he's gay. So... so... that's why I didn't want you going to any extremes."

Orihime turned pale, her eyes went wide... and then she fell to her side. Rukia panicked and leaned over, shaking her fallen friend before checking for a pulse; she was alive.

Orihime had just fainted from the shock.


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"What's so important that you can't tell me at home?"

Ichigo complained as he trailed behind Rukia, dragging his feet; he didn't enjoy going to that... place. Rukia looked over her shoulder at the complaining youth and scowled;

"Like I said, I don't know what he wants. All I know is that Urahara wants to see you about something; so if you'd just shut up and walk faster, you'd know sooner."

"Yeah, yeah... geez..."

Ichigo grumbled to himself as he looked to the ground; Rukia didn't even give him time to go home and change out of his school uniform before she dragged him off to the shop that belonged to that bastard Urahara. The man annoyed him; those wooden shoes, that fan he always waved about... that hat and cane. It was as thought everything about him just pissed Ichigo off, but he couldn't exactly tell why.

"Come on, we're almost there."

Rukia called after several long minutes; Ichigo looked up and saw the sign in the distance. A chill ran down his spine; something didn't feel right. It wasn't a Hollow... but the dread he felt was similar. he could make out the form of a small girl sweeping; it must have been Ururu, about the only person in the place he could actually stand. But as they drew closer, Ichigo saw him; Jinta, the red haired little snot that tormented poor Ururu every chance he got.

"I already hate this."

Ichigo grumbled, Rukia shook her head;

"Suck it up, and be polite."

Ichigo grunted and steeled himself for the coming annoyance that was Jinta. An annoyance that didn't seem to come as, upon their drawing close to the shop, the boy vanished into the shop. Ichigo smiled to himself; maybe today wouldn't have been so bad.

Time moved forward, Ichigo found himself waiting for Urahara, a cup sitting in-front of him on a small table. Rukia had vanished somewhere, leaving him alone to nurse the tea that ururu so kindly brought to him. Without a clock Ichigo had no concept of time; minutes could have been hours, hours minutes. The tea vanished down his gullet as he grew impatient, fingers wrapping against the table. He wanted to scream and carry on, but such wasn't becoming of his age.

The door opened suddenly, Ichigo jumped; his eyes instantly fixated on the one standing in the doorway. It wasn't who he expected at all.

"O-Orihime...?"

Ichigo muttered, curious as to why she would be there. The well endowed girl only gave him a sheepish smile before being pushed into the room, followed by Rukia. Ichigo's eyes narrowed;

"What the Hell is going on?"

"What's going on, Ichigo... is some training."

Ichigo blood ran cold upon hearing that voice. He got to his feet, but before he could say even a word his body felt heavy; it was all he could do to stand. Frantically he looked at Orihime; she wouldn't return his gaze. He turned his attention to Rukia; she had a smirk on her face.

"Strong as ever, Ichigo... I suppose I'll have to use another binding Kido on you."

Ichigo's face turned pale, his body felt even more heavy. Staggering, he tried to stay on his feet... but it was too much for him to handle. With a thud he fell to his knees, limbs unable to move

"W-why... why are you... doing this?!"

Ichigo howled in anger, only to be greeted with a third binding Kido, this time sealing his mouth shut. His nostrils flared, his eyes threw daggers; if a look could kill, Ichigo would be a mass murderer. Orihime, she only stood there, looking at the floor, her hands at her sides; she felt horrible for what was happening to him. But still... she didn't want this chance to slip by. It was then, with Ichigo properly bound that Urahara entered the room, his wooden shoes making that annoying tapping sound that drove Ichigo crazy.

"My, my; you do good work."

Urahara said with a smile, hidden by his face of course. Rukia shook her head, placing her hands upon her hips as she stared at Ichigo; something about this felt satisfying to her.

"Only the best for our dear Ichigo... and now, Urahara, I trust you have what I asked for ready?"

"Oh my, yes... imagine my surprise when I heard such a request, though. Remind me to never make an enemy of you."

Urahara said with a chuckle before producing a vial from one of his sleeves; it contained a clear fluid. It was thick and viscous, like corn syrup. Orihime's eyes fixated upon the fluid as Rukia took it from the man in the hat, leering at the contents. Urahara turned and exited the room, his hand still on the door;

"Now, I think I'll excuse myself. Remember, if you break anything you'll have to pay for it. That goes for stains as well."

Closing it shut, the wooden shoes made their infuriatingly annoying sound as he walked away from the room, leaving the two ladies with a rather angery, yet helpless, Ichigo at their mercy. Rukia looked at Orihime with a grin, then turned to Ichigo. She drew close to him; Ichigo made some manner of sound, the only thing he could do to show his displeasure... other than just stare at her, hoping to burn a hole through her head.

"You know, Ichigo... you're a real pain in the ass."

Rukia began as she stood in-front of the teenager, looking down at him. Orihime drew closer herself, but remained a slight distance away; she wanted to make sure that Ichigo's binds were strong enough to hold before getting too close to him. She didn't believe him capable of hurting either one of them, but given what happened, and what will happen...

"You bitch, you moan; I saved your life by giving you my powers, and yet you don't seem to realize that you should listen to me. I've done the job longer than you; I expected some respect. Instead, I got a whiny little punk."

Rukia unloaded on Ichigo, venting her frustrations that had built up over the months; it felt good to get it off her chest. But more, it felt amazing to have such control over him. Suddenly she smirked at Ichigo and thrust her foot between his legs, her sock covered foot finding his penis. With force, she ground her foot against him; to her surprise he grew hard.

"What's this, huh? I though you were only into guys? Or maybe I'm just not feminine enough for you, huh?"

Rukia spat as she pressed her foot against his crotch with more force; he only responded by getting harder. With a look of disgust, Rukia leaned forward, placing her forehead on his own.

"So Ichigo, what is it? Did you lie when you told me you were into guys? Or is it just because I don't have tits like Orihime that you're getting off on this? You said I had the looks of a little boy; is that what's getting you all excited?"

Orihime swallowed hard and looked at her breasts; a wave of shame rushed over her. Those things... they were the cause of all of this; they were the reason why she had to force Ichigo to go through such things. She almost wanted to call it off, but something within her refused to let her speak. It was her lust, her desire for Ichigo... even if he didn't find her attractive, she wanted him.

And if Orihime couldn't have his heart, she could settle for his body.

Another thud came; Orihime looked at Ichigo. Rukia had him flat on his back. Quickly, the small, dark haired girl ripped his pants and underwear from his body, revealing to them both his manhood. Orihime gasped, and at that moment it shrank; the mere thought of her seeing it caused Ichigo to go flaccid. Rukia looked up at Ichigo with disgust once more before turning her attention back to his soft penis.

"Urahara said this stuff worked best on a hard penis... guess I'll have to work my little boy charm to get you going in-front of Orihime here."

Popping the cork from the vial, Rukia took him into her free hand. Softly, she leaned toward it and kissed it softly, her tongue lapping at it between kisses. Ichigo grunted as a shiver ran down his body; with her short hair and small body... she really did seem like a boy. He began to grow hard, much to his shame; Rukia smiled.

"Well look at that; I CAN get you hard with nothing but my mouth! Keep that in mind the next time you say nothing about me could get you hard, Ichigo."

Rukia spoke with a tone that seemed to mock him before running her tongue along his shaft, moving ever closer to the tip. Once there, she gently kissed it, then parted her lips and drove her head forward, consuming the bulk of his manhood. Ichigo's anus tightened upon being engulfed by her, and Orihime, her face was fire red as she watched Rukia perform fellatio on the young man.

Looking up at Ichigo, Rukia quickly bobbed her head, lips forming a tight seal; she was sucking him off like a real pro. Her tongue moved around him, tasting his man meat; she couldn't help but moan. But after a few moments reality came back to her; she realized that this wasn't about her.

It was about Orihime.

With a sudden jerk Rukia withdrew her mouth from his shaft, her hand with the vial stationed above his still hard penis. Turning it, the fluid dripped onto him, a shiver passing through him; it was cold! Without a word, Rukia threw the vial to the ground and took hold of his manhood with both hands. Licking her lips, she swiftly moved them on him, spreading the fluid all over his phallus, ensuring that the skin would absorb it.

But more, she turned her attention to his balls; Urahara was very specific in stating that it should get there too. Rukia caressed his testicles gently, showing much more kindness than his shaft.

"You see, Ichigo... this stuff is going to keep you hard. No matter how many orgasms, you'll stay rock hard for a few hours. But what's more..."

Rukia paused to give his balls a squeeze, teasing him.

"This'll increase your sperm production. You'll literally, and forgive my crude language here, cum buckets."

She smirked at him, then looked over her shoulder at Orihime.

"You're gonna have lots of fun with him... and who knows, you might just get knocked up here."

Orihime squirmed at the thought, Ichigo's eyes turned to fear; Rukia laughed as she looked at the now scared young man.

"Wouldn't that be something, Ichigo? Getting Orihime pregnant..."

Finishing her job, Rukia wiped her hands off on his thighs. Moving to his right, she motioned for Orihime to come close; the well endowed girl complied with ease.

"Now Orihime... he's all yours. Mind if I watch?"

Orihime nodded and then swallowed hard; her eyes were fixated upon Ichigo hard phallus. Her panties were soaked through at the mere sight of it; her hands shook as they went under the skirt of her uniform. Ichigo tried to get away but he couldn't, the binding was too strong for him to break free from. Slowly, Orihime pulled her white panties down her legs, a thin string of fluid connected the crotch of the panties to her actual crotch.

Rukia whistled.

"Well now, aren't we horny."

Orihime's hands trembled as they released her panties from their grip, allowing them to fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, the horny young woman took several steps forward; she only stopped when her wet little pussy was right above his hard, shamefully erect penis. Closing her eyes tightly, Orihime dropped to her knees, she just barely missed being impaled by him. With her trembling hands Orihime took hold of his hardness and gently caressed it.

"Ichigo... it's so hard... and warm. I... I can feel your heart beat!"

Orihime spoke softly, fingers running along the slick surface of his manhood; it was the thing she'd wanted for so long now. Biting her lip, the young woman lifted her body up, just enough to slip his penis between them. She moaned at the feel of the tip of his phallus touching her most sensitive of areas. With a sudden cry of pleasure Orihime drove herself onto Ichigo; the entire length of his penis vanished inside of her moist opening, her body trembling at the sheer bliss that having him inside of her caused.

Rukia cocked her head when she didn't notice any blood; it seemed Orihime wasn't as innocent as she wanted everybody to believe.

"I-I-Ichigo... so amazing... it's hot... hard... inside me..."

Orihime mewled; she felt so full with him inside of her. Her small hands moved to his chest as she steadied herself, her eyes opening; they stared right into his own. She saw his fear, but she didn't care; her own were filled with lust and desire.

"Ichigo... I wanted this for so long. I lost my virginity thinking of you... of your hardness inside of me. I broke myself... to make sure that our first time would be nothing but pleasure. All those stuffed animals I have, they were all meant to be you... to practice on. I wanted to make you so happy when I finally had you inside of me."

Orihime felt like she had to confess to him, about the things she did when thinking of him, or preparing for their time together. Rukia smiled and then shook her head.

"Too bad you turned out gay, Ichigo; this one was likely willing to be your slave if you asked."

Orihime moaned at the idea of being Ichigo's slave; the thought of being collared by him spurred the busty girl to finally go into action by rocking her hips. Her muscles gripped his phallus; if he were a straight man he'd be in heaven. But now... he was in Hell.

"Ichigo, I want you to be my lover... my master... please. I... I want to make you want me. Desire me... no matter what it takes!"

Orihime cried out as she rode Ichigo with force and speed that she never imagined herself capable of. Her juices oozed around his shaft as she move from balls to shaft, the constant empty and fullness producing all manner of lewd noises when she came down on him. Rukia could only watch in amazement; the speed at which Orihime moved was enviable. Especially when one considered that it was, for all she knew, the teenage girls first time.

Orihime's huge breasts bounced as she rode the poor, bound young man with all the gusto she could muster. They wanted to tear away from her bra and the shirt that held them in check, to be free like the mighty buffalo that once was the master of the American plains.

"Ichi...go... I want... you to fill me... please...!"

The teenage girl managed to eek out between cries of pleasure; she wanted his hot, thick sperm inside of her stomach. Leaning forward she rested her breasts against his chest, her hands on either side of his head. Pressing her lips against his own, Orihime rode him with everything she had; her body nearly bounced off of his own from the force. She was close to her own orgasm, the very first as a real woman.

But she wanted him to have one as well; Orihime had always dreamed of the two of them having a mutual orgasm. Much to his horror, Ichigo could feel the muscles of his anus tighten; the first sign that he was going to have an orgasm. He felt so dirty, so ashamed... getting off to a woman. And of all people, Orihime!

Orihime laid her head next to his own, lips close to his ear; she spewed such horrible, filthy things from her lips in a hushed whisper that only Ichigo could hear. To any straight man it would have made his balls tighten, but to Ichigo it only made him want to throw up. But... whatever was in that horrible gunk that Rukia used on him, it was making his body rebel against his desires. It made him horny hearing her say those lewd things.

Ichigo was going to orgasm, and hard. Her filthy talk was doing exactly what she intended it to, as was her vagina; he was going to go off. He was going to fill her with his precious seed. And, in his nightmares, he might even give her a child; an eternal reminder of his shame and violation. He closed his eyes tightly; he wanted to scream. Nothing came from his lips as his balls tightened up on him.

It was as if Orihime knew; she cried out as a powerful orgasm ripped through her entire frame, causing every muscle to violently spasm or lock up just before he himself released his sperm into her. Orihime, she cried a second time at the sudden rush of his seed into her; it was as a torrent, a flood. It filled her vagina, it flowed into her uterus... and it overflowed, pouring from her body, staining the floor below them with an obscenely large amount of fluid.

The amount shocked all involved; but Orihime didn't care. She was in heaven, having his hard dick filling her while his seed flowed into her uterus. Rukia was impressed; Urahara did good work, that was for sure.

Which was bad news for Ichigo... because this was only the beginning of his bad day.

Some Twisted Science; Subject Tifa, Purpose: Project Aurochs (notes)

Project Aurochs, day 1: Subject has been brought into the lab. She appears to be a healthy specimen of human, despite coming from the slums; there are no deformities and no diseases have been identified from the blood tests. Genetic screenings are still under way; if they come up clean then the project will continue.

Project Aurochs, day 2: The genetic tests show that there are no genetic risks. The executives will be pleased to hear that the project will be going through. The specimen is in excellent condition, physically; she has good muscle definition and tone. This will be important later on if the subject is to be mobile if these tests are successful. The genetic results will be further analyzed to determine what needs to be done.

Project Aurochs, day 5: Genetic testing has been completed, an early hormone treatment draft has been developed. Subject has remained under sedation since she was brought in by the Turks, and will remain so until further notice.

Project Aurochs, day 10: The hormone treatment has been finalized for the subject; it is projected that she will easily take to the changes. An increase of two hundred percent is expected. Initial injections will begin tomorrow, after the subject has been removed from sedation; we do not wish for the drugs to have any negative effects on the treatment.

Project Aurochs, day 11: Subject is awake and alert. Currently she has not been permanently silenced, so as to allow for interviews about any perceived side effects. Twelve injection sites have been marked for use, six on each side. Injections will be on a four hour basis until further notice.

Project Aurochs, day 14: Injections have been reduced to four a day. Subject shows a noticeable increase in size, however production has not been seen yet. Subject reports no side effects, beyond an emotional response to the size increase. Such is not important.

Project Aurochs, day 20: Injections have been reduced to two a day. Subject shows a rapid increase in size, reaching a full one hundred percent boost, but production has not begun. The subject reports an odd side effect; an increased sexual drive. Hormone treatment will continue, but if production does not begin soon, the project may be scrapped.

Project Aurochs, day 28: Injections have been reduced to one every other day. Subject has reached one hundred forty percent increase in size; production has begun at last. The subject reports an ever further increase in libido and has begun showing outward signs of sexual frustration. I may have to provide her a means of release.

Project Aurochs, day 35: An important breakthrough; production has increased more than five hundred times what it previously was, size increase has reached one hundred eighty. The sudden increase, it seems, came after sexual contact has been permitted; production has been charted to jump with every sexual encounter the subject receives. Hormone release caused by sexual activity may be the key to the entire projects commercial viability.

Project Aurochs, day 40: Subject has seen an increase of one hundred ninty percent in size, milk production is now regular. Sexual activity continues, but production has capped at nearly a thousand percent from the initial production start. Currently all injections have ceased, sexual contact will be removed; the subject will be restrained to prevent violence.

Project Aurochs, day 44: Subject has been placed back into sexual activity; production dropped by nearly half in only a few days when she was removed from her partner. It is safe to say that those who will be part of this product line will need special services.

Project Aurochs, day 50: Subject has now reached a full two hundred percent increase in size, production has remained steady. Tests have been performed on the product; all come back negative for any contamination. Results indicate a near perfect reproduction of that produced by bovines. Pending approval by the executives, I can safely confirm that this project has been a complete success.

Project Aurochs, day 55: Final entry. Permission has been granted for full scale production, pending a harvest of viable subjects. A product should be commercially available within a few months time.

Some Twisted Science; Subject Aerith, Purpose: Breeding

Aerith groaned as she came around, her eyes foggy, and mind even more so. The last thing she recall was being taken by the Turks above the plate, seeing the ShinRa building. Things were dark after that; why was that? Why couldn't she recall what happened after that? And why did she feel so cold? She had no idea where she was or why she felt like this; she tried to rub her eyes but found she couldn't move her hand. Or her arm.

"Oh, you're awake."

A voice came; Aerith's mind instantly focused, her eyes cleared. The voice from her nightmares since she was a little girl; that man! She looked about in a frantic pace to find him; she was encased in some manner of chamber, the walls were made of a clear material. Her eyes searched and she found him; he was standing off to the side of the chamber, but there was something next to him. Some manner of... no...

"No... no!"

She cried out as she tried to move, but she couldn't. She looked down; her body was nude, her small breasts hung as she found herself bent over, knees resting on the ground. Her arms were locked in a single long tube like device; they were immobile, and which she couldn't see them, she knew her legs were the same. She felt fear rip through her body, and then some pain; her stomach... it hurt. Why was that?

"What did you do to me?!"

She screamed, her eyes welling up with tears as she looked at the man; he gave her a sadistic smile that chilled her heart. He laughed then, a laugh that increased with volume that caused her body to form goosebumps; then he ceased instantly. His eyes, they focused on her as he pushed a button;

"Ancient Spawn Journal, day 15; subject is awake at last. Subject has noticed something has been modified in her body but is not aware as to its nature; that's just as well. The drugs used to keep the subject unconscious will be given a few more minutes to leave the system before the project will begin."

He pressed the button again and turned his back to the frightened woman. She began to weep; he had done something horrible to her, something that she didn't know... didn't want to know. Her body trembled, her stomach twisted; pain surged through her. She cried out and hung her head; she could barely see the outline of a cut, neatly switched up around her belly button.

Aerith's eyes grew cold and empty; that man had...

"Enough time has been given to the subject; the project will now begin. With any hope this will result in a new, unique sample; a cross between two nearly extinct species. This may very well be the only way to preserve the two. Now, I shall begin the video recording and release the specimen..."

Aerith closed her eyes tightly; he had done something to her womb. That bastard cut her open and played with her insides; how could he?! Was life worth nothing to him? She could hear the sounds of machine; she could feel the floor under her moving, but she didn't look. She didn't want to see what was coming, what was going to be forced on her. She just prayed that it would knock her out swiftly so she wouldn't have to feel the violation.

She heard a roar behind her; it was like a lion, but mixed with a wolf. She trembled and swallowed hard.

"Specimen has been modified for just this experiment; its libido increased ten fold to ensure a mating. If my predictions are correct, the subject will survive this encounter with somewhat minimal damage done."

Hojo, he stood there and watched as the large, red furred quadruped moved toward her, then began to sniff at her crotch. Aerith gasped at the feel of its warm breath on her most sensitive of parts, then cried out in a mix of shock and pleasure when it lapped its tongue against her. Hojo smirked; this was going to be something interesting.

That smirk only grew when the beast reared up onto its back legs and lurched forward, placing its large body upon her back, front legs wrapping around her shoulders. Aerith whimpered under the weight of the beast, her back sweating from its fur and body heat. She could feel something poking against her vaginal lips, it was something hard and thick. Her eyes clenched even tighter when the beast growled and plunged itself forward; she screamed in pain as it impaled her on its long, thick sexual organ. It felt even thicker than her arm!

The beast stretched her tunnel as far as it could possibly go, but it didn't stop feeding her its growth; the thing just kept going inside of her. She could feel it... the pain in her stomach, the heat from the monsters penis; it was inside of her womb.It just barely touched the very top of it before the beast bottomed out, slapping its balls against her thighs. She swallowed hard as its front legs tightened on her shoulders; and then she screamed in unimaginable horror and pain when the beast began to pull out of her.

It was as though her insides were being shredded by hundreds of tiny hooks! But that's what was happening; the beasts penis was barbed much like that of any good feline. It scrapped her flesh, trying to remove any sperm from a previous mating and trying to get her to produce an egg. But Aerith wasn't built like that; there was no egg release from her ovaries in response to the beasts pulling out.

There was only pain and blood.

Aeith's head hung low, her mouth open in a near, constant scream as the animal began to mate with her at an almost instantly fevered pace. Blood oozed from around the penis as it was pulled out, her throat grew sore and hoarse from her screaming; it was the worst thing she had ever been exposed to. Blood was the only lube the beast got as it violated her; there was no woman in her right mind who could get off on something this horrible and insane!

Hojo simply watched, a hand upon his chin; for him there was pleasure. Not in the concept of watching his subject's crotch being fucked to a bloody pulp, or the fact that there was sex going on at all. No, this was pure, hardcore science at action; science he himself took part in with their modifications. This was the culmination of his hard work and sick dreams, of the years he waited to get the little Ancient spawn back into his lab!

Aerith slipped into unconsciousness after only a few minutes, but the beast kept going. It was as though it were possessed by something that natural; if it were like a cat the mating wouldn't have gone on for so long. It was possessed alright, by Hojo's twisted designs. But then the beast roared, Aerith's small body jerked, Hojo grinned from ear to ear; the creature ceased at once, its balls deflating as a torrent flow into Aerith's uterus, then out of vagina from around the penis of the monster cat. It was pink, mixed with blood; the blood of her mutilated vagina.

It pulled out of her, a surge of fluid oozed from her like a small tidal wave. The beast retreated, leaving its mate be; Hojo laughed as he pressed a button to stop the camera and record his final update of the day;

"Mating has finished. I will now see to the subject's medical needs and begin testing to see if the breeding will take hold. With luck, this will be the first in a long line of hybrids..."

Some Twisted Science: Hojo's Sick Mind

Hojo was a special breed of madman; he had a knack for science, and he knew how to use it for his own ends. He was a disturbed little boy, making all manner of simple clockwork machines designed for purposes ranging from capturing animals for him to dissect to doing the dissection for him. His favorite, though, was one which he managed to make look like a small, cute little animal in frame, and upon clothing it with fur, crafted it into a perfect device with which to capture girls.

He wasn't the rapist type; oh, the girls wish that he were with what he did to them. A dark, twisted imagination is what fueled Hojo, and he took it out on these poor, defenseless little ladies... the less said about them, the better. But let us just say that when he got through, their parents would never have been able to identify that the body was their child. Much less it was once a human. Or even alive, in some cases.

Hojo was brilliant, but the twisted mind destroyed any bright future he may have had. Or rather, in any sane universe he wouldn't have made it beyond prison, locked up with the guys who wanted to make suits out of the skin of women. But the universe he lived in wasn't very sane; it was almost deranged at times. In one of those deranged moments, Hojo not only managed to get into proper science, but he excelled at it. He quickly rose through the ranks of academia; it was almost obscene how quickly he became well know and recognized amongst his peers.

In sad irony, he came under the employ of a scientist that was his superior in everything except intelligence. Hojo detested his boss, yes... but he needed the old man. For the old man, he had something rare and precious. He had an Ancient.

Oh, Hojo wanted that pretty woman; she was so rare that he just wanted to pull her apart, see how she ticked. But his boss, oh; he loved the woman. He wouldn't let Hojo get near her, no matter how he tried. But Hojo, he was swift in mind, as swift as he was deranged; he had a plan. It took him a while to get it rolling, what with the barren, frozen over pit that they were working in, almost near the northern most pole of the planet, but he did it.

ShinRa was very interested in what the two had found at the furthest reaches of the world; so much more because they were never told about it. They sent troops at once, of course; promises of raises and the like thrown at Hojo. But he didn't care; he wanted the woman! And that's what he got, but there was something else as well.

A baby. Oh yes, a baby had been born between that man and his woman. When he stormed the house with the troops of ShinRa, he knew that things would end badly; but all that happened was the death of the man. Hojo got all the research, he got the woman and her child; he got what he wanted. And on top of that he got money, a research lab of the highest order and all the time he wanted to seek his own means without somebody looking over his shoulder.

He had plans for the woman and her little girl... oh yes, plans indeed. But those plans, they were foiled; the woman managed to escape somehow. Hojo hadn't made any mistakes in locking down their pens; it was somebody on the inside that had to have done it! But that didn't get him two two back, no... the two were gone and even with ShinRa behind him, he couldn't find them.

The two were lost to him; he had no idea if they were alive or not. But slowly he began to not care much, he moved to his next project. And then the next project. Soon the two were out of his mind, even if they weren't out of ShinRa's. But it didn't matter; so long as he gave them results they were happy. Like the results of finding the traitor, of extracting the confession, of modifying his body, his mind. That sample, a biological weapon... oh dear, but it was worthless to him, even if ShinRa loved it.

The years passed, he did more and more; people vanished but ShinRa turned a blind eye. Hojo send the troops out to get new samples; ShinRa turned a blind eye. Even when the child of that woman was once more caught and handed over to Hojo, they turned a blind eye to his dark designs and intentions.

Oh, he was going to enjoy the coming day...

Viera Mating Season Has Come

The weeks had passed them all by, Clan life pushed the whole thing about little Viera from the minds of Marche and Ritz. The Clan League was upon them, they were going to the finals. The two were so very sure that they could win it; their Clan was a finely crafted machine of war, after all. But something weighed heavily on their minds; the Viera. They were acting... strange. Ritz couldn't find out anything, they didn't want to talk about it.

Marche, being Clan leader was incapable of getting anything himself; they were simply tight lipped about their actions. Perhaps, he thought, the little talk with Shara had caused something. Maybe she was actually offended and told the others... perhaps they didn't want to work with him and Ritz any longer?

Marche didn't need this right now; the Clan League was getting closer, the Viera in the Clan made up almost a third of their number. If they were to split, the Clan would be seriously underpowered, not to mention Ritz would likely be crushed. She was as an adopted Viera; she was even capable of summoning their Totema. He had to get to the bottom of this, no matter the cost; if not for the Clan, than for Ritz's sake.

The sun was falling below the horizon when Marche built enough courage to talk to Shara. He figured he'd find out out in the wild; he was right. She sat upon a tree stump, her back to him as she watched the sun go down. Her ears perked up, but she didn't turn; Marche was sure that she was upset with him. Steeling himself, the young boy marched toward her, stopping only feet from where she sat.

"Shara... I need to talk to you."

His voice trembled; he was really very nervous. More so when she said nothing to him, she didn't even show any signs of recognizing his presence.

"Shara... I... I know things have been weird for a while now. I just... I want to know if it's what I said. I mean, if it is, then please, just be mad at me, not the others. Especially not Ritz! She.."

"Do you like her, Marche?"

Shara suddenly spoke; Marche was taken aback.

"W-well... she's my friend..."

Marche stated, unsure of what she could mean.

"No, I mean... do you love her?"

Shara clarified; Marche's cheeks turned red. He'd never thought of Ritz in such a way, it never crossed his mind.

"No... I... I never thought of her like that. She... is my friend. Nothing else."

Marche looked to the ground, unsure as to what this all meant. Lost in thought, he didn't even hear Shara get up, much less turn toward him. The only way he even knew was when he felt her warm hand on his cheek. Quickly he raised his head; their eyes locked.

"Shara...?"

Marche began, but she suddenly placed a finger on his lips to silence the boy. He shut right up, she removed her finger.

"If you have no feelings for her beyond being a friend, then I have no regrets."

Shara stated simply, then leaned forward. Marche's eyes went wide, his cheeks turned a bright red as he felt her lips press against his own. His entire body shuddered as her arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him close; her body heat was amazing. His eyes closed as she deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping between her lips, forcing his own open before invading his mouth. Marche's hands trembled as he took hold of her hips; he had no idea where else to put them. This was all so new to him. Shara's tongue probed his mouth, licking at everything; she could tell that he had Chobo for dinner.

Wile her tongue was busy, her hands moved down the young boys body; they arrived at his shorts. Marche's eyes opened wide as the second shock of his life took place; Shara's fingers were undoing his shorts. Marche pulled his mouth away from her own, panting in shock and surprise; Shara ceased her actions.

"S-Shara... you... what..."

Marche was confused, he couldn't complete a sentence. Shara smiled at the young boy, to reassure him.

"I'm doing what nature demands, Marche. I'm going to have sex with you."

Marche's body flew into action, pulling away from her; but he stumbled and fell backwards. With a thud he landed upon his backside, shorts partially undone; he looked up. Shara was standing over him.

"Shara... you... can't...! I... we... why?"

Everything was so strange to him now, his mind was shutting down at the very concept that Shara wanted to... to... do something like that with him. What had gotten into her? Shara, she moved forward; he tried to back away but she was too fast. Before he knew what happened, she was straddling his legs, her hands on his shoulders.

"You remember what I told you, right? We Viera mate with other species. And right now I want to mate with you."

Marche's entire body felt hot, he had what could only be described as a full body blush. His mouth ran dry as Shara held him firmly with one hand, the other moving back to her own body. She took hold of her green, midriff bearing top and, slowly, began to pull it upwards. He want to close his eyes, but they wouldn't listen; they were fixated upon the Viera's emerging breasts. They were large and full, and upon being released they bounced; his eyes followed them before they settled.

Her shirt, it was thrown aside; Marche swallowed hard. Shara's nipples were a shade of pink not unlike Ritz's hair, and they were hard; they stood proudly, as though they wanted his attention. A lump grew in his shorts at the sight, upon feeling it Shara pushed her crotch against his own, grinding on the stiffness. Marche gasped, his body was hit by another shudder; Shara smiled at his reaction.

"You're cute, Marche; are all human boys like this on their first time?"

Marche couldn't answer that; he had no idea. But more so, his mind was fixated on her breasts, something deep within him stirred at their sight. A deep memory sprung from the dusty corners of his brain... when he was much younger. Breasts, his mother; they gave him life. His mother... his mother...

"Mother..."

Marche mumbled, transfixed by the hard, pink nipples; Shara was confused by what he had said. But something in her ceased her grinding, and she removed her hand from his shoulder, placing it on the back of his head. Then, slowly, Shara pulled Marche close to her body, his face close to her chest. Almost instantly he lunged forward and latched his lips onto a breast, causing the Viera to gasp, then moan as he suckled. His small arms wrapped around her torso, holding her tightly.

Marche's shuddering ceased as he suckled, his eyes closed; he felt safe and warm. Shara slowly caressed the young boys hair, something about this felt right. Shara smiled at the boy, then leaned down and kissed the top of his head. It was an incredibly intimate feeling between the two of them, more than any kind of sex could produce; Shara was bonding with him and Marche... he was reliving a moment from his past, before Doned... when he had his mother to himself.

The two stayed locked together for what felt like hours in silence; they needed no words. Slowly, Marche let go of her Shara's nipple and placed his head between her breasts, snuggling into her warmth. Shara held him tightly, cradling him like he were her own child; if this were any other time she might have just held him. But it wasn't any other time, her body was driving her to mate.

She was in season. All the Viera were.

"Marche... I... I need you. I really, really need you..."

She whispered softly, stroking his hair; Marche raised his head and looked up at her. She looked down at him; their eyes met once more. In his closeness to her, he felt he could understand anything on her mind, the look he saw told him all he needed to know. With a nod, Marche released her from his hug, Shara pushed him down onto his back. Licking her lips, the Viera slid down his body just enough to allow her hands to get to his shorts. Her hands quickly undid his belt, and with a pull they came down.

Shara slid down the rest of his body, pulling his shorts and underwear off in one swift motion. Looking up at him, she smiled, then took hold of his small penis. Carefully she caressed it, stroking it with her palm; Shara could feel his pulse as his manhood grew hard. Marche gasped, the Viera slowly increased her speed; precum flowed from the tip of his penis, giving her a lubricant to move faster.

His toes curled up in his shoes, pelvis lifted up from the ground; it was amazing, her hand. This was something he'd never felt before, but he loved it; he moaned as the Viera jerked him with even greatest speed, her hand almost a blur as it moved on his shaft. Marche couldn't help himself; something was happening to him. His balls, they felt like they were going to tighten, and then they did.

Shara gasped, Marche moaned; a long stream of white fluid flew from the tip of his penis, and when it came down it landed on Shara's white hair. Quickly she released him and moved up his body, mouth latching onto his spasming penis as more of his seed erupted. Her head bobbed, tongue lapping at his shaft; she moaned at his taste, and Marche moaned at the warmth that engulfed his most private of areas.

He couldn't look at her, his head turned to the side, eyes closed as the white haired Viera sucked him until his orgasm ended. Even then he remained hard; Shara just kept on bobbing her head, tongue licking at his shaft. She wanted him to cum again in her mouth; the taste was something that the Viera missed from her last mating attempt.

Marche, he was going crazy; his his fingers dug into the earth below him, ripping up grass as he felt the greatest sensation of his young life. His toes were curled so tightly they hurt, and yet he didn't care; his balls were tightening again. Like a shotgun he came for the second time, sperm and fluids coating the roof of her mouth before dripping down to her tongue.

Shara milked him until the second orgasm ended, her tongue licking him clean before, finally, she pulled her mouth from him. Marche panted heavily, toes uncurling as he slowly recovered. His penis remained as hard as ever, something that Shara was acutely aware of as she rose to her feet.

The young boy slowly came down from his orgasmic high, his penis growing slightly soft as the blood began to flow away from his crotch. Opening his eyes, Marche straightened his head; what greeted him a moment later was a piece of fabric that was flung onto him. Blinking, the young boy grabbed hold of it, then pulled it open; it was a pair of underwear. Female underwear; white in color. For a moment Marche paused, then he turned red; the blood went back to his crotch as he looked beyond the small piece of fabric in his hands.

Shara, she smiled and came close, standing above him. Her feet were on either side of his hips, she held up the green flap of fabric that covered her crotch from view in her hands, exposing herself to him. It was a strange thing to see; it was pink and wet, but it had a tuft of white hair around it. It was so alien to him, and yet his body knew what it was; he only grew harder at the sight.

The Viera lowered her body and settled onto him, his penis nestled just above her vagina. Slowly, she began to grind against him, the two moaning as their sexual organs ground together. Shara's juices flowed freely, coating his shaft in her fluids; she was getting him ready for the main event. The Viera watched his reaction; it only made her more wet to see him fidget and moan below her, the fact that he was enjoying it made her feel so good.

"Marche... I'm going to take you inside of me now."

Shara cooed, Marche only groaned, Licking her lips in anticipation, the Viera gently grasped his shaft as she lifted herself off of him. With a quick jerk of his shaft to tease the young boy, Shara lowered herself onto him, moaning upon feeling the tip of his penis come into contact with her soaked opening. Marche cried out in shock and pleasure as her opening absorbed him; the muscles were pulling at him! For a boy who swore everything was amazing when it came to sex, this was the most amazing thing yet.

The Viera above him moaned as she took him inside of her body, and Marche was going crazy as she bottomed out, that white tuft of hair touching his balls. Marche felt like he was going to cum at any moment, and Shara, it seemed as though she could sense it, for she didn't move at all. She wanted to give him time to adjust, to get used to being inside of her; there was no telling how much more the boy could take before he was tapped for the night.

Shara wanted to mate with him, but she also wanted to enjoy it for more than a few moments before he could possibly just be done, his body needing rest before he could go at it again. So patiently the Viera waited, even as her body screamed to just get on with it, to have him fill her with his seed. She took several long, deep breaths before leaning forward, placing her hands on the ground on either side of his head.

The Viera looked down at the boy below her; he was really very cute. She had teased him before about it, but he was cute. Especially that blond hair; Shara wished that her child could be blond like him. But alas, such was not possible; there had never been a single Viera with such a hair color.

Marche reached out and grabbed hold of her hips all of a sudden, causing Shara to gasp loudly. Looking down at him, she smiled; he was such an eager little thing.

"As eager as I am, hm? Well then..."

Shara suddenly began to rock her hips; Marche cried out in bliss. The Viera watched as she moved her hips on the young boy, breasts swaying back and forth. His eyes were closed, his fingers dug into her flesh; it was a whole different level than anything they had done before. He wanted to hold out so badly; strange thoughts crossed into his mind then; like naked Bangaa. Large, sweaty, naked Bangaa doing manly things like cutting down trees.

Marche shuddered at the thought; Shara only moved her hips on him faster. Moaning, the young boy tried to focus on the horror in his mind, but he simply could not; the tight, wet hole of the gorgeous Viera above him was something that could not be ignored.

"Ahhh... Marche... it feels good... doesn't it? Come on... tell me it feels good."

Shara mewled, her hips moving ever faster on her little lover. Her breasts swayed and bounced freely; she wanted him to look at her. Look at them. Marche didn't say anything; he bit his lip. He tried so desperately to hold out, even if it meant repressing his cries and keeping his eyes shut as tightly as humanly possible. Shara, though, assumed that something was wrong; perhaps it wasn't as good as thought it was?

"Marche... please... look at me! Tell me it feels good!"

Shara pleaded with the young boy, but he didn't respond; he couldn't bring himself to do it. Looking at her could set him off, could end the whole thing once and for all. He wanted to keep going, but his body... he didn't trust it. Seeing her in any way could just make him go off; Marche had to fight it. Fight the urge. Fight his body. But it was hard to do, especially with Shara begging him to do that which he knew could end it all.

It was a losing battle; Marche knew that. He could only hold out for so long before it would end, even if he did ignore her and focus on the horrific images he could conjure from his mind. The little blond was close to the end; his balls were tightening on him. That was the sign that the end was near, he could do nothing now. Quickly then, he opened his eyes and looked upon the Viera that rode him; it was the single most glorious image he had ever seen in the whole of his life.

The end had come for Marche; with what felt like an electric shot his balls released inside of her. Shara rode him hard as his sperm filled her body; the mere fact that he had looked at her was all the difference, she was so close to an orgasm of her own. Marche cried out with every movement she made, his balls emptying themselves completely. Shara's breasts were going wild, bouncing and swaying; it was so very close now! She could feel it building, building... even as Marche ceased his own orgasm, Shara was building towards her own.

And it finally hit; the Viera screamed loudly as her muscles went crazy around his shaft. Her arms gave out on her then; she landed on her little lover chest first. Grabbing hold of his shoulder, she whimpered as her orgasm ripped through her frame; it was like she had been hit by a lightning bolt. Every muscle spasmed, her eyes shut tightly; it was amazing how hard she got off on a little human boy.

The two came down together, their bodies worn, panting. Shara softly kissed him on the neck as her hands released his shoulders. Marche in turn slowly wrapped his arms around the Viera that had taken his virginity and held her close to him, enjoying the warmth of her body.

"Shara... amazing..."

Marche mumbled, too worn out to make a complete sentence. Shara smiled at her little lover and stroked his hair.

"It'll be even better tomorrow."

Shara said with a giggle, Marche felt confusion sweep through his mind;

"Huh?"

Shara giggled again, then kissed him on the forehead before looking him in the eyes.

"Well, my little one... Viera keep mating until we know for a fact that we're with child. It could take weeks before I know for sure... so we'll just have to keep going at it until I know that you've given me a little Viera."

Marche closed his eyes and breathed heavily; he could just tell that the coming few weeks were going to be a lot more difficult than he had imagined only a few hours ago.

Where Do Little Viera Come From?

It all began with a simple, yet profound question.

"Ritz?"

Marche began.

"Where do little Viera come from?"

His pink haired companion looked at Marche as though he were a madman; where did babies of any species come from? She opened her mouth to reply, but ceased; it dawned on her that she had never once seen a male Viera. Despite being in a clan of nothing but Viera, she'd never heard them mention males, much less seen any evidence that they existed, But she always assumed that they did; it was how it worked in humans, so she just thought...

"I... I assume... that they do the same thing... as everybody else."

Ritz finally responded, but her voice was unsure. Marche looked over at her, eyes questioning her unsure tone. She could only shake her head.

"I'm SURE they must do the same thing everybody else does! I mean, I've never seen a male Viera, but I'm sure they have to exist. Right? I mean, you can't just... have nothing but women... right?"

Now it was Ritz who was asking the question, putting Marche on the spot to answer. He scratched his head for a moment, playing with the strands of blond hair that stuck out from his head in-front; he was more curious than ever now.

"... Say, Ritz..."

He turned and looked at his companion; she met his gaze.

"Maybe we should... you know... ask..."

Ritz became flustered at the mere thought of asking a Viera about her personal life. She shook her head vigorously.

"No way! That's an invasion of privacy! Besides... wouldn't they think us... you know... weird...?"

Marche paused, pondering the awkwardness of asking a Viera how they bred. Part of him wanted to just forget it, but a part of him wanted to know. He looked down to the floor, crossing his arms over his chest; he had no idea what to do now.

"Um... I... I suppose that... maybe..."

Ritz's voice came from seemingly nowhere, causing Marche to look up. Ritz's face was fire red; he found it sort of funny how worked up she was getting over this whole thing.

"Maybe?"

Marche parroted the last bit of her sentence.

"Maybe we could, you know... ask Shara. I-I mean... I know her pretty well, so it's not like asking a total stranger. And... she shouldn't think it too strange. Right?"

Marche's eye lit up and he nodded most vigorously; Shara wouldn't deny telling them if Ritz asked her! Jumping to his feet, Marche grabbed hold of Ritz's right hand and pulled her to her own feet. She looked up at him, face still red, eyes full of surprise and shock.

"Well come on, let's go find and ask!"

Ritz was shocked at his sudden actions; she blushed even more, if that were possible at the sudden hand grabbing.

"H-h-hold on, Marche!"

Ritz protested, Marche was confused.

"Why? I know you want to know as much as I do! Or... are you scared to ask?"

Ritz's eyes flew wide, then narrowed; he had just challenged her. Her pride demanded she soldier on and do it as soon as possible; she nodded. The two of them went off to find Shara, and to seek the answer that they both desired to know. It didn't take long for them to find her, though; like all Viera she had an affinity for nature, and was naturally attracted to the wilds.

Just outside of Muscadet she was, enjoying the nature that her kin loved so very much. Ritz hesitated upon seeing her, but Marche was all gung-ho to ask. Shara, being a Viera had superior hearing, she knew they were there before the two could even say a word; she turned to greet them with a wave and a smile. This only made Ritz more hesitant, she stopped short while Marche went to white haired woman.

"Shara, Ritz and I want to ask you something."

Marche began, gesturing to his side where he assumed Ritz would be. Shara blinked and then raised an eyelid; Marche turned and noticed his companion was missing. Perplexed, he turned around; Ritz's eyes were locked on the ground as she stood more than twenty feet from the two of them. Marche sighed, Shara giggled; Ritz, she went into a fidget.

"Hey Ritz, are you going to do this or should I?"

Marche called out to the fidgeting girl; she only fidgeted more. Marche shrugged and turned, facing the Viera who seemed more than a bit amused by the whole thing.

"So, what is it you wanted to ask?"

Shara asked, figuring it was something minor; not, you know, the facts of Viera birth and such. But that was what Marche was after, all right.

"Ah... yes, well... um... see..."

Marche's cheeks turned slightly red; he himself was becoming flustered. Shara was even more amused by this turn of events, but she was curious as well; something was up. Marche took a deep breath, he tried to calm himself; he went through his question in his head, hoping it would make it to his lips and beyond. After a few moments the young blond boy nodded to himself and looked at Shara, square in the eyes.

"Ritz and I were curious... and we hope you don't mind, or think us weird, but... where, exactly do... Viera come from?"

Finally the question was out. Marche felt proud of himself, Ritz looked up in shock that he had actually asked the question. Shara was taken aback, her face showing a bit of surprise. These two children had just asked her how Viera reproduced. Moments wore on, Marche grew nervous while Ritz went through Shara's reaction in her own head; she assumed the Viera would be offended and walk away after calling them sick little freaks.

Instead, Shara laughed. She laughed hard; Marche backed away a bit, thinking the Viera crazy. Even Ritz was shocked at the reaction. Upon seeing their reactions, Shara calmed herself, wiping a tear from an eye; that was a good laugh she just had.

"Well, you see... little Viera come from their mothers."

Marche blinked, Ritz blinked; Shara smiled.

"... So there... are male Viera?"

Marche asked, puzzled. Shara shook her head.

"Nope. Viera are all female."

Marche was... more than confused, to say the least. Ritz, though, rushed up beside her blond companion, then pressed the issue;

"But how? I mean, if there aren't any males, then how can you have children? I thought you needed a man to... to..."

Ritz fell silent, her face turned red once more. Marche began to try and figure out how a female only population could reproduce; the things that came to mind made him shudder in abject horror. Shara cocked her head to the side, then straightened it back up.

"Well, you see Viera do need men. It's just that we... you know... can mate with other species."

It was all perfectly normal and rational to Shara, but to Marche and Ritz it was almost as though she were speaking some other language. Possibly Spanish.

"You... mate with... other species..."

Marche said with hesitation, Ritz had a look of confusion in her eyes.

"But... why? What happened to all the males?"

"We never had them?"

The was the best thing Shara could come up with. This only further confused Ritz.

"Okay, so... Viera mate with others, and that's where they come from. But... do you only give birth to Viera?"

Marche was trying to piece it together, and Shara nodded;

"It all makes sense when you think about it."

Ritz was all manner of confused by this point; it made no sense to her.

"How does this even begin to make any sense?! You... you're all women who have to mate with men of other species to make babies! Where did you all come from to start with?! Why were you made to make babies with other species?!"

Ritz was all worked up, Marche took a few steps away from his companion. Shara blinked and pondered for a moment.

"Well, you see... it all started with a tree..."

Ritz's face turned pale.

"What?"

"A tree. Exodus, to be exact. It started this whole thing."

Shara replied, causing Ritz to furrow her brow. Marche was the one confused now; Ritz was just frustrated.

"S-so... Exodus gave birth to the first Viera... who then in turn... made babies with other species..."

Marche mumbled, Shara nodded again;

"Pretty much."

Ritz rubbed the bridge of her nose and shook her head.

"This world makes no sense at all. Now... I'm just gonna... go lay down for a bit."

Ritz turned and walked off, leaving Marche and Shara alone. Shara chuckled slightly;

"I think I broke her brain."

Marche could only nod in agreement.

Buterching The Prey

Even though this wasn't his first time, the Soul Reaper was still nervous; every time a Hollow appeared there was danger. No matter how many times one had slain the beasts, there was always a chance that one would get you. In the academy they taught them to attack from behind; many Soul Reapers in the current day and age seemed to ignore that, but he didn't.

He'd seen many of his friends and classmates eaten by Hollows because they decided to run head long into the jaws of the masked demons, so sure of their skill with the blade. But he had always done what he was taught; attack from behind, go for the swift kill. No showing off, no bravado; purify the monster and move on to the next.

This strategy had kept him alive for well over a hundred years now, and tonight was no different. The Hollow was a large one, its form irregular; it seemed almost like a blob. The mask seemed to wrap around the whole of its mostly shapeless mass; this one might be a bit difficult. Still, the Reaper clutched the hilt of his blade tightly as he watched it from a rooftop, his Spiritual Pressure pushed down as low as he could possibly force it to.

It was a little trick he'd picked up from years of fighting. But he'd been told he was a true master at it; younger Reapers and even seated officers would ask for some tips now and again.

The Soul Reaper shook his head; such thoughts were a distraction to the mission. The Hollow seemed to have not noticed him; all he needed now was the perfect time to leap down and slay the monster. He could feel a wondering Plus nearby; that would be the time to strike, when the Hollow went to feed. With luck he'd be able to purify the Hollow, then send the Plus off to Soul Society without having to do too much running around.

Sensing its prey nearby, the Hollow began to move with amazing speed; it was almost like a steamroller, crushing everything in its path. As it moved it wailed; that sound never left the Reapers nightmares. It was horrific, and if it was bad for him, a seasoned pro it would be even worse for the Plus that was soon going to be made a meal of if he didn't attack.

Quickly then he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, giving chase as the beast plowed over lamp posts and cars; the Plus was close now. Likely frozen in terror at the sound.

Perching on the edge of a roof, he watched as the Hollow came close to the Plus; he could see it clear as day. A little boy that had a strong spirit, his death was likely caused by a Hollow. Maybe this one; it could be returning to finish the job. But the Soul reaper wouldn't allow that to happen, it was his sworn duty to defend souls from the monsters that sought to eat them.

The little boy, he looked up at the Hollow with wide eyes; the shock was too much. It was as a nightmare, seeing this huge monster come toward him... and the wail...

The Soul Reaper jumped from the roof toward the Hollow, with any luck it would take only one strike. The Hollow, however, launched a tentacle as he grew close; it hit the Reaper dead on in the chest. With a cry, the tentacle gripped his body and slammed the Reaper into the hard concrete below, causing a spray of blood from his mouth to fly as he screamed in immense pain.

Every bone in his body felt like it had broken; such was likely the case. The Hollow, it held the broken Soul Reaper tightly as it quickly launched tentacled at the child, preventing him from running. Like a deer in headlights, though, the boy didn't move; no sound came from his mouth. The Soul Reaper tried to slash at the Hollow's tentacle, but his wounded body coupled with a tight squeeze from the monster put an end to that.

"You thought you were so smart, Soul Reaper."

The Hollow spoke with a raspy voice; the blob like form shifted, and its entire body seemed to rotate... or rather, the mask seemed to spin around so it was facing him.

"Trying to sneak around like that; you thought yourself clever. But even if your suppressed your power, you forgot that wonderful smell of yours. I knew it was only a matter of time before you would make your move... so that's why I went after this little snack."

The Soul Reaper was confused; smell? He'd never heard anything about smell; he assumed Hollows found his kind through their Spiritual Pressure, not scent! Or maybe this one was different...

"Now, Soul reaper; watch as I eat this little appetizer!"

The beast rasped as it lifted the Plus high into the air. The mask shifted again, only this time appearing at the top of the blob like form, mouth wide open. The little Plus didn't make a sound, he didn't cry; it was as though he were broken, dead to the world.

"N-no! Let the kid go! Eat me instead!"

The Reaper spat out finally; the Hollow laughed.

"Such a kind offer... fine then!"

The beast wailed as the tentacle that held the Soul Reaper instantly separated into multiple sections, each becoming a tentacle in its own right. Quickly they moved on his body, wrapping around a limb, his neck and his torso, right above his stomach.

"Just... promise... you'll let the kid go."

The Reaper pleaded. The Hollow, it looked up at him... and then it smiled. It was a horrific sight; a Hollow smile. It was so unnatural, the way the mask contorted to allow for such a thing to happen. It almost turned his stomach.

"No."

The beast spoke with finality as its tentacles released the Plus. The Reaper could only watch as the small soul vanished into the mouth of the monster; the sound of bones crunching sent a shiver down his spine.

"You... you monster! Why?!"

The Reaper screamed, the Hollow only laughed... and then with a pull the Reapers right arm was torn from his body. Screaming in abject horror, the Reaper nearly passed out from the sudden blood loss.

"You idiot! You should have known better than to expect mercy from us!"

The Hollow roared with laughter, mocking the stupidity of the man as he turned pale from blood loss as it tossed the limb into its mouth, then began to chew slowly. The monster moaned in bliss as the bones snapped and were turned to a fine mush along with the rest of his limb.

"My, so delicious. I haven't had your kind in, oh... a decade or so now."

Slowly, the Hollow began to rip a leg from the Reapers body; this one was slower than the arm. He could feel his muscles being torn, the pain was beyond anything he'd ever felt before. Blood ran down the beasts tentacle as the flesh ripped, sinew snapping as the limb came free from the body. It flew into the beasts mouth to be chewed slowly; the monster moaned again at the sweet taste of the Reapers flesh.

"Does it hurt? I bet it does, the way you were screaming!"

The Hollow rasped and laughed again, enjoying the sadistic brutalization of its prey. The Soul Reaper couldn't speak, the pain and trauma had sent him into a deep shock. The Hollow wailed and shook its prey; blood splattered across buildings and road alike.

"What's wrong, Soul Reaper? Nothing to say? Well then... let's just see how many more pieces it takes for you to say something!"

The sadistic monster pulled at the remaining limbs of the Soul Reaper, doing to them what had been done to the leg. The sinew shredded as the blood flowed, the muscles and flesh ripped; the limbs came off, leaving the Reaper with nothing more than a head and torso. But he didn't scream; rather, he couldn't scream. The monster was denied that further pleasure, but it still had the flesh to eat.

Just as the limbs were in the mouth of the Hollow, the tentacle around the torso of the Reaper tightened. Blood poured from his mouth, any rib that wasn't broken before was crushed. From the sheer pressure the Reapers flesh tore, everything under the grip of the tentacle was crushed; blood and organs oozed around it.

Slowly, his body was split in half, the only thing holding him together was his spinal column. Another tentacle grabbed hold of his lower body and ripped it from his torso. The Hollow held it above his mouth and turned it over, a smaller tentacle split and reached into the blood mess. It fished out the intestines of the Reaper, then pulled it to its mouth; like spaghetti it sucked them from the blood stump, his blood the perfect sauce.

Once the intestines were done, the Hollow dropped the lower body into its mouth, savoring the flavor. Knowing the Reaper to be dead, the Hollow wailed once more; with a swift tug the head came off, the upper torso falling into the monsters mouth, only to be chewed and swallowed with a moan.

The head was all that was left of the Reaper now, but instead of eating it, the beast had another plan. A tentacle flew out from the blob like form and grabbed hold of the Reapers sword. Lifting it up to the head, it drown the blade into his neck, impaling it. With a laugh the Hollow threw the gruesome present for his comrades to the ground as it fled the scene of its meal.

It would need time to digest, after all... before the next hunt.

Because He Loves Her

The room was dark and for the moment silent as Cloud sat motionless in a rather plush and comfortable chair. His Mako infused eyes were closed tightly as he tilted his head backwards; any moment now, his heart would be torn apart again. The waiting was the one thing that truly hurt Cloud; he knew that it was going to come, but he didn't know exactly when, or how violently it would be.

The moment came, suddenly, when he could just begin to hear that which hurt him so badly. It was the squeal of springs; a squeal that only grew louder as the seconds passed him by. Cloud could do nothing but sink into his chair, thoughts racing through his mind.

It was only a matter of time, now, before he would hear her voice. Perhaps not the wait but that was the worst part of all of this, Cloud pondered.

"Oh God, harder! Pound my pussy harder!"

For a man who thought it to be the worst part, Cloud couldn't help but smile; the idea of hearing her was horrible, but actually hearing her? It was music to his ears, a sweet music that made him forget all about the horror for the time being. So much did he forget that he inched its way down his torso as the squealing grew louder and much more constant, being joined with feminine moans and screams of bliss.

Tifa, he knew, was enjoying herself; the man she picked seemed to be a good choice. After all, he was making the bed sing its song of sexual conquest while making her join in as well. Cloud's hand continued its journey, ever lower as he his breathing slowed, allowing him to hear more of what was happening to his lovely companion just a few rooms away. Finally he reached his crotch, fingers gently rubbing at the hardness already there.

Tifa's cries of pleasure grew in volume, Cloud could hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the springs screaming as they were worked to near their limit. He placed his hand against the stiffness and rubbed it nice and hard, causing his body to squirm. She was getting him so horny, so ready for his eventual turn.

Why, he could just see Tifa on her back, a foreign dick slamming into her over and over, her impressively large breasts bouncing without constraint.

"Ahhh, yes, there! Right there!"

In a moment it seemed like her cries increased ten fold; her man of the moment must have found her sweet spot. It only caused Cloud's hand to move upon his crotch with more speed; his pants slowly stained with precum. He almost wished he were in there at that moment, watching as that total stranger plowed the woman he loved. But he was content to just listen; he had to be.

Watching would just destroy him.

Cloud's ears perked when he heard the man grunting like some manner of wild beast; he was clearly getting close to orgasm. Tifa too must have been close, her moans and screams were so close together that it almost sounded like one long, unbroken noise. The springs of the bed sounded like they were about to give out on the two even as they sped up, their sexual organs producing a loud, filthy squishing noise as their flash met with increasing force.

Cloud wanted to stick his hand in his pants, grab hold and take care of his raging hardness, but he had to hold out, he had to endure.

"Oh God, gonna cum! I'm gonna cum around your hard, fat dick!"

Tifa was such a lewd girl when it came to sex, never subtle in saying or doing things; at times she seemed like a porn star. Not that he was complaining, not that the men she was with complained... not that the current man would, given the desperate grunts and gasps that was coming from him. Cloud could tell he was plowing her in earnest, slamming into her time and time on the verge of one of the most power orgasms of his life.

She had that effect on men.

An ear splitting shriek tore through the darkness of Cloud's little room; Tifa had just had an orgasm, likely pulling the sheet from the bed if she hadn't already before hand. The spasming of her muscles had a powerful effect on her lover, Cloud was sure; the springs weren't screaming as much, but when they did it was clear what was about to happen. Just as expected, the man said something in a low, almost hushed voice, something Cloud couldn't make out. But he knew what it had to have been.

"Pull it out and cum all over me!"

Cloud almost came right then and there, to the point where he had to pull his hand away from his crotch to stop himself from just releasing his seed in his pants.

"Ohhh, so hot and thick. Mmm, yes... let it spray all over my body!"

He had to dig his fingers into the arms of his chair to keep from touching himself, to keep himself from going off like a shotgun. Tifa was being covered in that mans seed, likely her tits getting the most of it. It was hard to not imagine her laying on that bed, face and chest covered in long, thick strings of semen, panting and rubbing it into her skin while mewling like a whore.

Cloud tried to force that out of his mind before he went off, to focus on something else; like the odd silence that fell in the room where the two were. He couldn't really hear anything, not even panting. Perhaps she was giving him some manner of oral attention, moving her wet, hot little mouth on his shaft, tongue lapping up their combined fluids like the little whore that he knew she could be.

That had to be it... he could hear the groaning of the man now, there was likely mumbling about her mouth and tongue in a voice too low for him to hear clearly. But then suddenly it ceased again.

What followed were light noises that he could barely hear, let alone understand; Cloud was curious as to what was happening. But, knowing Tifa it was one of only a few possibilities;

"Oh, mmm... that's it... ease it in there."

Her voice was soft and low, but filled with desire. She squealed now and again but at times she fell silent, likely biting her lip to keep from screaming as he filled her anus with something long and hard. The sound of springs slowly started up again, the squeaking getting louder with every passing moment, but there was no other sounds; she must have been stifling her screams of pleasure. Then it came; the dull sound of flesh slapping flesh.

It only grew louder along with the springs, the sound of grunting mixing in; he was really loosening up her ass. It would only be a matter of time now before the man grabbed her by the wrists and really started going to town. Tifa always did love that.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

She screamed suddenly as the slapping grew louder and more vicious. Cloud smiled again as the springs went crazy, their song kicking back into full swing so suddenly and swiftly. He was a fast one, this man; didn't waste any time at all when it came to this, it seemed. In such a short span of time he not only got his dick into her ass, but she was now screaming at the top of her lungs and he was pounding her with such force that the springs were creaking with such a sound that he'd never heard before.

This man was giving Tifa the ass fucking of her life, Cloud was sure. The two of them were animals it seemed; Tifa was screaming so loudly and so often that she couldn't say a word, and the man was grunting with all the passion and deepness of a beast in the wild.

Maybe that's what they were, now; two beasts fucking while in the grip of a mating season. But Tifa was always like a bitch in heat, that's why she was doing this in the first place. He simply couldn't give her what she wanted, Cloud lamented; he just couldn't feed her sexual appetite. For all of his training, his fighting prowess, for the Jenova cells and Mako in his body Cloud didn't have the stamina to fulfill her needs. It was a great irony; he could withstand so many other things, but when it came to her carnal needs, he was as a normal, weak man.

But then it was also true that no single man really could; even after Cloud fucked her earlier in the day she still had to go out and find a man. Then another. And then this man. One after the other they fucked her, and once they could do no more to fill her need she moved on.

But even still, Tifa had her own limits; surely this would be the last man she would need for the night. Cloud's balls hoped so, because he couldn't take much more of this before they would burst and spew the cum that had been building up during her wild and wanton adventures with her lovers. Tifa was always clear on the fact that she wanted him to be the first to cum in her, and that he was to be the last one to cum in, or in many cases just on her in a given day.

Maybe it was her way of reassuring Cloud, to let him know that he was the one she truly wanted to be with. But in the meantime it was Hell for him; his balls were aching like crazy and his dick wanted to tear the skin that encased it. But Cloud had brought this on himself; he didn't have to listen to this, he didn't even have to be in the house while they were fucking.

But he was; he actually wanted to be there, he wanted to listen to her enjoying herself, to listen to the sounds of her being fulfilled.

"I'M CUMMING!"

The all too sudden scream brought Cloud back to reality as Tifa orgasmed; she always did get off the hardest when it came to her asshole being fucked. The sound of the springs filled his ears again, the slapping of flesh was wet; the juices from her pussy must have soaked his legs. He was grunting more like a rampaging beast than a Human male as he fucked her; the springs cried out in a desperate attempt to get him to stop. The slapping grew louder and faster, as though it was one long, unbroken sound.

And then, suddenly, it all stopped; all sound from the room completely ceased, or it became too low for Cloud to hear. Surely the man had just cum himself, likely buried deep inside of Tifa's anus; she enjoyed that almost as much as the fucking itself after all. And after a few very long moments he finally heard a sound; it was that of a heavy body falling forwards as the springs squealed for a few moments.

The poor fellow must have been drained from the fucking that he gave Tifa's tight little anus, but then any man who went in there would be drained. In more ways than one.

The darkness, the silence were all that Cloud had now; he sat there, waiting for the sound of the man leaving; only then could he get his release. It was as an eternity, time passed so slowly, if it passed at all. The seconds were long, the minutes longer; but with time and patience, Cloud was relieved when he heared the sounds of dressing; the man was ready to leave.

A door opened and closed, then another door did the same; the bedroom had been vacated, the front door used as an exit at last. Finally, it was Cloud's turn, and so he rose to his feet, the hardness still firmly in his pants, still raging and rock hard as he moved to the door of the bedroom he shared with his beloved Tifa.

Slowly he opened the door; his nose was instantly assaulted with the smell of sex. Steeling himself, Cloud pushed the door open and stepped into their bedroom, closing it behind him. His eyes looked about even though he knew there was very little to the place; indeed, all there was in the way of furniture was the bed --which he avoided because he still wasn't ready to see her--, two stands, two lamps and a dresser. The lamps were both on, their three way bulbs set on the maximum settings.

All the easier to see her sexy body bouncing and jiggling during the act.

What little clothing she wore was strewn about the floor, her tight white tank top was the first on the floor, right near the door... and the next were her boots between the door and bed. His eyes followed the minimal trail of clothing on the floor to the bed, where the suspenders that held up her small, black leather skirt laid. Swallowing hard, he readied himself for the sight, and his eyes moved up; Tifa was laying there on her back, glassy eyes staring at the ceiling.

As he stepped closer she didn't seem to notice him, but as he walked nearer Cloud could see what had been done; her skirt was bunched up around her small waist.

Her chest and stomach was covered in smeared sperm, the sheets were stained with it. The smell of Tifa's juices were very strong; a pool had stained through the sheets and into the mattress under her pussy. Her hair as all messy, the band that held her "dolphin tail" in place was thrown well across the room, hear the dresser.

He came to the very edge of the bed and looked down at the woman he loved so dearly. She was covered in cum, she stained the sheets, her eyes were glazed with satisfaction from a hard, intense fucking. Tifa, in this state, was the single most gorgeous woman he had ever seen in the whole of his life.

"Tifa..."

Cloud spoke softly as his dick twitched, balls wanting to release then and there. Reacting to his voice, Tifa's head rolled to the side just slightly, her eyes tried to come into focus so that she could see him. She tried to move her mouth, but it seemed as though she was still far too out of it.

"Tifa... I need to cum."

He spoke softly as he looked into her glazed eyes; she smiled at him, as if the word cum was something she could recognize even in her well fucked and worn out state. Upon seeing the smile, Cloud pulled down his pants, unleashing the hardness that had been building for hours now. A large glob of precum was already forming on the tip; this drew her eyes into focus almost instantly.

Intently, Tifa leered at his long, hard phallus, at the precum ready to drop; she was hungry for it.

"Cloud... tits..."

She mumbled softly, and Cloud was quick to action. Getting onto the bed, he quickly found his way on top of her, legs straddling her torso. He grabbed hold of her large, heavy orbs of bliss and pulled them apart; it was like creating a canyon between two mighty mountains. Cloud then thrust his aching phallus into the valley, only to sandwich it between her impressive breasts. He groaned, feeling their warmth and softness; they were the single greatest thing about her, Cloud thought.

Perhaps that was a horrible thing to think, but Tifa didn't seem to care, so why should he?

Sighing, Cloud slowly began to move his shaft between her immense mammaries, the head of his dick slipping in and out of her great valley, threatening to hit her chin with every movement.

"Oh Tifa, your tits are so soft and warm..."

Cloud just had to state the obvious as he thrusted between her mountains, making them shake and jiggle as his thighs slapped against her flesh. She licked her lips and leaned her head forward, chin resting just above her breasts, letting the head of his dick hit her lips.

"Mmm, yeah... come on Tifa, open your mouth for me. I want to feel it on my dick."

He mewled softly as he began to thrust faster, pumping her heavy breasts, making them shake as though there were an earthquake. Tifa opened her mouth for him as he asked, allowing the tip of it to enter her warm, moist opening with every thrust. She licked it every time he came into her mouth, teasing the slit on the tip of the head, moaning at the taste of the precum that flowed like water from a spring.

"I'm... I'm gonna cum...."

Cloud's voice was low and soft, his breathing ragged; a trail of precum covered the floor of her mighty chest valley. Tifa wanted it as badly as the only man she truly considered to be her lover; if she weren't so worn out, she would do so much more to him. But in her state, all she could do was pucker her mouth and give the tip of his phallus a quick suck and a lick as it moved in and out, moaning with every thrust. She even looked up at him, into his Mako stained eyes; she pleaded with him to cum in her mouth and on her tits.

Without saying a word, Cloud shuddered; his balls finally let go. Cumming with the force of a shotgun, his sperm flew from the tip, hitting her on the face and spraying the roof of her mouth whenever it entered. He grunted and groaned as he pulled her breasts apart before leaning forward, plunging his phallus deeper into her mouth. Tifa sucked on him with increasing force, her tongue slapping against him, lapping up his sperm and swallowing his cum.

But that didn't last, for Cloud just had to pull out of Tifa's mouth; he had to give her one last coating on her breasts. Pushing them together, he aimed his dick as best he could without using his hands and sprayed his seed upon them, covering them with a thick layer as his orgasm slowly coming to an end.

When it finally did, Cloud panted heavily as he laid next to his beloved Tifa, his hand on her flat stomach. Slowly, Tifa managed to take hold of his hand with her own and, softly, gave it a squeeze. Sighing and with a smile, Cloud closed his eyes, his warm breath hitting his lovers shoulder as, slowly, he began to relax.

"Tifa... I really do love you..."

"And I love you too... Cloud..."

Tifa answered as she turned her head toward her fallen lover, watching him slowly drift off to sleep. She smiled at him and squeezed his hand tighter; then she herself closed her eyes. Soon, she followed him into the land of dreams, content in the fact that she had him in her life.