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FF7: Cloud to Chocobo 2 [TG/Animal] by Transviscera

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[lewdish] FF7: Cloud to Chocobo 3 [TG/Animal]
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What a journey it had been! They had made it past the marshes, through the Mithral Mines, and arrived at the security of Fort Condor. Even now, her heart was beating fast from the ass-clenching terror of the Zolom's chase. While Barret and Aeris had barreled ahead astride their powerful male chocobo, she'd had to whip her mount something fierce to stay ahead of the giant serpent's snapping jaws.
She'd apologized profusely to Cloud afterward of course - in the panic, she'd forgotten about him. She'd fed him a few gysahl greens as a way of apology but he still whined all day, even as she stabled him for the night with the male.
The defenders of Fort Condor had been kind enough to clear out one of their disused barracks to accommodate them. It was spartan, but luxurious after weeks on the road. At the first sight of hot running water, she began to strip excitedly. As she hooked a finger into her panties, wedged tightly between her cheeks, she heard a squeak.
"Oh, thank Gaia, I can breathe!"
Was that a mouse? Where was that oversized housecat when she needed him?... Oh, right, duh! She slipped the panties down around her ankles and lifted them to her ear. The garment dangled between her fingers, wiggling and flexing its fabric form like a worm as it yelled in the tiny, indignant voice of Red XIII.
"Light! Blessed air!" it gasped. "You can't keep me like this. Every moment being crushed between your cheeks. You've no idea what torture it is."
Tifa frowned. "You think you have the hard part? I'm the one who had to carry you all day. The least you could say is thank you."
"You can't be serious! After I've spent an entire day absorbing every drop of your sweat? Why would you leave me with my sense of taste?!" the panties screamed.
Tifa scowled. "Did you just call me sweaty?"
"Lady, you've no idea. I could have drowned! Who chooses to unwind after a long day on the road with a two-hour sparring session?" The panties finally noticed the look of fury glinting in the vast eyes it dangled before. "Ah. We-well... maybe I spoke hastily. When I say sweaty... I mean... compared to a marlboro it's barely-"
She drew the morph materia and tapped it lightly against the scrap of clothing, while it squirmed to avoid it. She wasn't accustomed to being judged by her underwear, nor did she appreciate it. It had been tiny before. Now it withered away until it was nothing than a thong, the volume of its voice fading with its dwindling mass.
She drew the thong up her thighs, back to where it belonged, giving a vindictive yank on its straps to wedge it deep. The outraged vibrations between her cheeks amused her, while being subtle enough to ignore if she chose to.
Red XIII needed to learn his place in the team dynamic. He'd endure that form a little longer, she decided. And the shower could wait.