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Aerith wasn't that surprised when Tifa finally turned. She had been heading that way at an increasingly fast pace ever since she had to put down Cloud. She had thrown herself into every hunt she could after that night. Aerith thought it might be something like a self-fulfilling prophecy. You become what you believe yourself to be.

Aerith's sure she played a part, too, though. The Church had been pushing more and more. More tests, more transfusions, more blood. And she had stopped fighting. Maybe Cloud's death broke something in her, too.

These days, it was weirder to see her arms without bruises from blood transfusions.

The last Pthumerian, reduced to little more than a walking experiment. They hadn't killed her, not yet. But they might be doing something worse.

She was seeing things she shouldn't see. Hearing the whispers of beings far above. Could feel them wriggling around in her brain, probing and prodding. What they're searching for, she does not know.

Aerith knew she should've done something, anything. Put up a fight at the very least. But she couldn't bring herself to care anymore. Poor Tifa didn't know what to do with her. Maybe Aerith's own apathy fed Tifa's. Maybe they encouraged eachother.

Its funny, though. Because when Tifa finally broke the lock on her bedroom door, Aerith felt the most human she had been in a very long time.

Her heart thundered as a newly elongated, bloody snout shoved through the crack in the door. A clawed hand pushed it open as she sniffed, and soon enough, the beast—no. Tifa was lumbering into her room.

Saliva dripped from Tifa's mouth onto the floor as she made her way to the bed, the fur around her mouth clumping together from the drool.

As her lover's jaw parted, Aerith couldn’t help but admire the glittering teeth, all incisors and canines. Not a single molar in sight. She can't chew anymore, at least not properly. Fascinating.

Aerith's breaths became shallow as Tifa crawled on top of her. Maybe she was scared.

No, that's not it. Muscle memory, she thought. Yeah, that makes more sense. She could never be scared of Tifa. Her Tifa.

"Hey," she shakily sighed. She wants to touch her.

Aerith risked bringing a hand up to slowly cup her jaw, fully expecting to lose it between bloodied teeth. When Tifa lets her, she brings her other hand up, cradling her lover's face. Still Tifa, it seems.

She giggled, "You look a bit different. Did you get a haircut?" Tifa didn’t react. She probably didn't think her joke was very funny. A little rude of her to not even humor Aerith, but she wasn't really bothered. A grin split her face regardless.

Aerith's hands slowly traced the features of Tifa's face. Trailed up the side of her head before reaching fluffy ears, traced the top of her snout down to her wet nose. When her fingers brushed against the bloodied horns, her lover whimpered. Must be sensitive.

"Does that feel good, baby?"

Tifa could only whine. Her warped body melted into Aerith's. Still her Tifa.

Aerith gently but firmly wrapped a few fingers around one of her lovers twisted horns, her thumb lightly brushing back and forth over it. It drew more whimpers out of Tifa. She leaned into the touch. Briefly, Aerith is reminded of their first time, how Tifa's eyes squeezed shut as she pressed her chest further into Aerith's hands.

She hasn't seen Tifa's eyes in a very long time. The bandage appeared on her face long before tonight. She wonders what they look like now, if they're even still there. She knows trying to unveil them would ruin the moment, though, so she lets Tifa keep her mysteries for now.

Aerith wondered what kissing her would be like, now. The hand not holding onto Tifa's horn slowly guides Tifa's face closer to her own. Her warm breath on her face caused a shiver to run down her spine.

"Can I kiss you?" Aerith whispers. She takes the wet nose pressing into hers as a yes.

Kissing Tifa now is a lot less lips and a lot more tongue, she learns. It takes a little more work than it used to, but Aerith loses herself in Tifa's mouth just the same as the many times she had before.

Aerith moaned as Tifa forced her tongue into her mouth. Its a lot bigger now, and a little rougher, but thats okay. She groans as she thinks of what it might be able to do now. How that tongue would feel elsewhere.

As Aerith pulls away, a string of saliva connects them. She must have pricked her lip on Tifa's fangs at some point, because a few of them are freshly stained red.

She gasps as Tifa lapped at her jaw, down her neck.

"Fuck, baby. Keep going."

A sting as Tifa nipped at her collarbone. A wave of pleasure rushed through her. Still marking her up. Still her Tifa.

Aerith gasps as that rough tongue lapped at her nipple through her nightgown, "Mmh. Yes, Tifa." She buried her fingers in the mess of fur on her head and pressed her further against her breast before guiding her to the other one.

Soon enough, that large head made its way between Aerith's legs, her wet nose sniffing curiously at her crotch, undoubtedly smelling her arousal. When Tifa pressed her snout against her, Aerith couldn't stop the moan the pressure forced from her throat. She rushes to pull the hem of her nightgown up around her waist before leading Tifa back to her soaked panties by her horns. A huff against her clit had her begging.

"Tifa, please." She canted her hips up into her snout. She was throbbing for Tifa.

A moan tore out of her at that first lick. Even through the fabric, the the thick, textured muscle feels so, so good. Her cunt drooled into her panties, soaking them even further.

As Tifa started to lap more roughly at Aerith, her gut tightened. No way she was going to cum already.

"Baby. Baby please, don't stop." Aerith's moans got progressively higher, until finally she fell over the edge.

"Ah! Tifa!" Her pussy clenched repeatedly around nothing as she came, back arching and hands roughly forcing Tifa's snout against her as she bucked. Tifa licked her through it and then didn't stop until Aerith shoved her away, overstimulated. Tifa tried to keep licking, but eventually relented. Aerith combed a hand through her fur.

"You made me feel so good, baby. So good." Tifa leaned into Aerith's hand. Still her Tifa.

Aerith's hands started wandering again, this time coming up to her mouth to trace her fangs. Such pretty teeth. She grazed the tip of her thumb across one of her canines and pressed just hard enough to draw blood. Tifa lapped at it hungerly.

Aerith chuckled, "You just love how I taste, don't you?"

There was an animalistic grunt from Tifa as she slurped at her hand, careful to not draw more blood despite clearly wanting to. Even as a creature of fur and teeth she had admirable impulse control.

Aerith moved to slip her spit-soaked panties off. "Alright. Get back down to where I need you, sweetheart." Tifa didn’t waste any time.

Aerith cursed at the direct contact to her sensitive clit, "S-shit!" It was almost too much. Thankfully, Tifa moved to lap at her throbbing entrance instead, knowing exactly what she needed.

"Mmmh! Please, Tifa. I need you."

A growl sounded, and one of those big, clawed hands moved to push her thighs farther apart. Aerith trembled as Tifa began to push her tongue inside her.

"Please please please please!" Her needy hole clamped down against the wiggling mass inside her. "Fuck, Tifa. Feels so good."

She thrust her hips downward as Tifa licked around inside her with no real rhythm, continuing to pull needy sounds out of her lover. Aerith let out a particularly loud cry when the rough tip of Tifa's tongue pushed against that spot deep inside. She still knew how to touch her in the way that would reduce her down to a blabbering mess.

Still her Tifa. Even with a new coat of, well, fur, its still her. Tears welled in Aerith's eyes.

A sob wrenched its way from Aerith's mouth as she soaked Tifa in her release. Only Tifa had ever made her do that. She trembled as Tifa kept going, pushing against that spot inside over and over, making Aerith drench her lover even further. Aerith writhed under her. She couldn't tell if she needed Tifa to stop or keep going.

Aerith let out one last pathetic spurt of wetness with a mewl, and Tifa finally withdrew. Aerith was still shaking and her face was wet with tears. When she was finally able to pry her eyes open again, the vision of Tifa's fur matted with her release made her oversensitive cunt throb all over again.

Chest still heaving, Aerith guided Tifa back up her body. Her torso was so long now. She felt her way down Tifa's stomach, lower and lower down to her drooling cunt. Her hand was wet before she even touched her skin, her arousal dripping down.

"Damn, baby. All this for me?" She swirled her fingers through the sopping wet fur protecting her lover's pussy. "I'm flattered."

Tifa bucked her hips forward and keened. Aerith guided her up until that beautiful cunt was hanging over her face. Arousal visibly dripped down from it. Her big clit twitched at the feeling of Aerith's breath.

Overall, her pussy was largely the same except for the added fur and enlarged clit. It was a deep red, almost purple in color from how much blood had rushed to it, and was nearly as big around as a cock, maybe three or so inches long.

Her mouth watered. Tifa was so beautiful.

Aerith rushed to bring Tifa's hips down lower so she could lap at her, returning the favor from earlier. Aerith's eyes rolled up into her skull at the tang of her. She still tasted like Tifa.

She lapped at her entrance at first, teasing penetration which made her lover growl and roll her hips downward. She tapped lightly at her entrance with a finger.

"You want it?"

Tifa snarled again and thrust down harshly, trying to spear herself on Aerith's finger. Aerith licked up her arousal again, unable to help herself, before inserting a calloused finger in slowly, teasingly.

Those familiar walls clenched around her tightly. Tifa whined high and loud. Aerith knew she needed more.

"Alright, big girl. I got you."

She withdrew that finger before roughly inserting three in and starting a harsh pace. She slipped in and out of Tifa with ease, her pussy clenching greedily around her fingers.

Gods, she loved the way Tifa needed her.

Her fingers felt around before finding the familiar, spongey wall that housed her g-spot. She rapidly pushed against it, and Tife clamped down so harshly on her fingers Aerith was worried she'd break them. It made Aerith's own cunt clench in sympathy.

Tifa howled as she came. Her hips bucking harshly as Aerith continued her pace, helping her ride it out until she came down.

Aerith loved making Tifa come. It was her favorite thing. The renewed throb between her legs was evidence enough of that.

Aerith left her fingers inside of her lover as she lapped at her cum-drenched entrance. She fluttered at the overstimulation.

The entire time, Aerith had been pointedly ignoring her clit. She gazed at it hungerly as it twitched in time with the lingering pulses around her fingers.

Leaving her hand inside her, Aerith brought the other one up to gather the cum drooling out of her hole before using it to slowly wet Tifa's clit.

There was a sharp inhale above her, and she Tifa throb against both of her hands.

Aerith finally removed her fingers and let her breath warm her lover before slowly guiding her into her mouth.

She let her clit rest in the wet cavern of her mouth, admired the weight of it against her tongue. Tifa growled as it twitched and throbbed. Aerith pressed her tongue up against it so she could feel the angry pulse of Tifa's heartbeat if she focused enough. Other than that, Aerith did not move.

She wanted Tifa to take it. To use her. She needed it. So she waited patiently for her to do so.

Every muscle in Tifa's body quivered. She was doing such a good job at holding back, just like she always had. But Aerith needed her to let go Still, she waited.

Slowly, the quivering turned to occasional rolls of her hips forward. As those occurred more and more frequently, so too did the noises coming out of Tifa's fanged mouth. Her needy, pleading whimpers turned into frustrated, demanding growls. Soon enough, her hips are slamming down harshly against Aerith as she grinds her clit into her mouth.

Aerith's hole clenched demandingly after a particularly rough thrust from her lover. She moaned below her, the vibrations making Tifa hunch forward in pleasure, hips stuttering.

Aerith finally sucked on the bundle of nerves in her mouth, and the way it throbbed against her drove Aerith wild.

Her own hips were rocking against nothing, madly turned on once again. She brought a hand down to rub at her own clit, but Tifa's bucking thrusts gave her a better idea.

Aerith slowly but forcefully dragged Tifa out of her mouth, gasping out a question before Tifa could force herself back in.

"Do you want to be inside me?"

Tifa let Aerith guide them into position until Tifa had pressed Aerith into a mating press with her clit positioned at her entrance. She bucked against the warmth of her cunt.

When Tifa entered her, the thought alone was enough to render Aerith speechless. The stretch made her incoherent.

She wasn't the biggest thing Aerith had ever taken, not by a longshot. But being able to feel Tifa twitch inside her, seeing the way her jaw tightened?

That was unlike anything else.

Aerith's walls clenched needily in response to every noise that seeped out of Tifa. The wet sound of their sexes slamming together drove her into a frenzy.

She tried and failed to string together any coherent words. But she wanted—no, needed, to tell Tifa how good she was fucking her. So she fought through the overwhelming pleasure and did just that.

"Shit, baby, you fill me up s-so—fuck, good. I love hsving you inside of me so much." It was true. It felt like Tifa belonged inside her. "Y-you're... ah... doing so good! My good girl."

Tifa picked up the pace at the praise, whimpering.

Aerith's lips turned loose at the quickening thrusts, encouraged to keep going. "No one could ever fuck me the way you do," she gasped out. "Y-you ruined me years ago."

Her chest rose and fell rapidly. "God's, I wish you could—ah, fuck—come in me."

Tifa growled, loud and harsh.

Aerith wants to feel her release inside her. Wants to feel the splash of Tifa's cum against her walls. Milk her for all she's worth.

She wants Tifa to claim her with it. Mark who she belongs to with her cum.

Her entire life has been defined by who thinks they own her. The healing church, the scholars of Mensis. The beings becoming more and more visible to her by the day. She's sick of it.

The only person with any claim over her mind, her body, is Tifa.

And Aerith wants to feel the evidence of that ownership seep out from her well fucked cunt.

Her walls tighten as she gets closer to the edge. Tears well in her eyes and she clings to Tifa, burying her face in a broad, furry shoulder.

"Please," she whispers brokenly.

She wants Tifa to use her body as she sees fit. She always has.

So many people have taken so much from her. The evidence is in the scars that litter her veins. The writhing mess rolling around in her brain. Her own fading memories.

So let Tifa take whatever she needs from her. For the first time in her life, she's offering.