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Paint Splatter	By : BrightShadow Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 1732 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I'm not Squeenix, nor Nomura... thank god, nor do I own any part of Final Fantasy or its derivatives. This is a free fan work, and I hold no claim over the settings or characters herewithin. I'm just here for the porn.

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Once upon a time, many, many moons ago, I played Dirge of Cerberus. I played it, and I beat it. I won't say I'm proud of that fact, to be honest. Even though I never played FF VII, I was still... touched. Wounded. And, wouldn't you know, I went and read a (admittedly hillarious) Let's Play of this... experiment, quite recently.

I began to remember it. The pain. The boredom. I'll never get those 7+ hours of cutscenes back. But I will have some measure of justice. How, you ask?

Writing tentacle smutfic.

By god, that's all I have, and I'm damn well going to work with it. Do you have any idea how much fucking you can fit into a 5-minute flashback? No, seriously, do you? Because I sure as hell don't.

Well, let's find out if a word processor can break the laws of cutscene thermodynamics...

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Panic used to be an alien thing to her, like any other emotion. During her time with the WRO, however, Shelke felt the seal around her heart failing, slowly and inevitably. Rage, sorrow, triumph, so many feelings she had locked out of her system had chipped away at her, peeking through to the girl who had never grown. Now, as Omega's writhing mass dragged her into itself, the former Tsviet found her blood freezing in her veins, her limbs going cold and slack as sweat began to bead on her skin, nevermind that she was projecting herself. The fear was as real as it could be, now.

The wiry appendages wasted no time as Shelke's form was subsumed in Omega's shell, darting through the holes in her suit's collar and armpits and wrapping around her lithe figure. Even if she had chosen to wear underclothes, they would have done little to hamper the assault, as the tendrils wrapped surely around her taut nipples, tweaking them roughly, while more shot down to wrap her clit in their uncaring embrace. Shelke tried her best to quash the feeling from her senses, but for as much as she forced her mind to not react, her body and mind were not as willing to cooperate.

As soon as her traitorous mouth opened to moan, a thick cord of tainted matter burrowed into the girl's throat, the pleasant sound usurped by a muffled shriek and wide blue eyes as the tentacle began to have its way with her face. Shelke found her legs being hoisted up to shoulders, splaying her nethers apart as more of the large tentacles wound under her bodysuit, stopping for a brief moment to tease her flesh. Her pussy and ass were pried open under the fabric, the feelers caressing her firm buttocks with alarming gentleness, the whole act shattering her tentative concentration. The betrayed operative's cunt barely had time to shudder before Omega saw fit to fill her completely.

With a reflexive gasp for breath, Shelke's mind railed against itself. Though she had never shared her body, she knew that the lack of experience would translate to pain- and, yet, there was none. The feeling, or, rather, the utter lack of it, set her into a daze, even as her unconscious mind melted at the carnal sensations. She wondered, idly, if Lucrecia Crescent's desires were spilling over into her own, a result of her unorthodox merging with the latent network of Omega, or if it was a natural hazard of threading through the stream of a planet-devouring entity that was robbing her of any rational thought.

Her train of thought lapsed as she tried to suck down more oxygen on reflex, the simple act reinstating the overwhelming assault on her nerves. The tentacles buried in her lower body alternated in broad, fierce strokes, sliding through her flesh with no resistance at all, while the single occupant of her throat hammered away, unceasing, pushing farther into her gullet with each thrust.

Shelke's eyes rolled back into her head, quietly grateful that her avatar did not need to breathe, as the crown of the vine's head pressed far enough back to slide into her esophagus, cutting off her superfluous airway and beginning to bloat. With no ceremony at all, she felt the appendage inflate from her teeth to her throat, finally spewing its mako-tainted semen into her waiting belly in thick, bitter gouts.

Even as the tentacle receded, Shelke tried to fight against the tide of stimulation in her mind. She railed against the notion that this was supposed to feel pleasant, as her lower half shuddered with enough anticipation to rattle her very bones. With the dam of her emotions breached, Shelke found her avatar's breath coming in short gasps as her brain scrambled to regain control of her form, her back arching as Omega's probing pseudopods drilling into her canals without relent.

With another lack of fanfare, the creature's phallic extensions engorged once more, sending Shelke's eyes wide as her inexperienced openings were stretched further, yielding as more of the mako sludge was deposited in her body, hot and fast. The warmth spreading through her nethers, along with the writhing masses in her form, broke her body's threadbare resistance, and she finally succumbed to orgasm, only remaining silent as her breath caught within her throat at the mind-numbing pleasure.

Far below ground, in a lonely room of Reactor Zero, Shelke's empty body convulsed in time with her trapped mind, coating the crotch of her bodysuit with her juices.

Within the mass that was Omega, Shelke felt her eyes cross and lose focus as the wave of her orgasm subsided. The creature's appendages withdrew from her shuddering avatar, her tight clothing doing little to stem the fluids leaking from her holes. The tendril wrapped around her clit continued to tweak her over-sensitive flesh, but much more slowly than before. Shuddering, she drew in a rattled breath, her senses finally trying to right themselves-

Her breath became a choked gasp as another mako-phalus crammed itself down her throat, with another pair of tendrils snaking under her clothes once again, plugging her carnal entrances before all of their contents had the decency to dribble out of her. Another wayward length coiled around her leg and slipped along her form, resting in between her small breasts as two more tentacles mashed them together before pumping itself in the crevice. Her arms were likewise embraced with Omega's protrusions, the ends resting in Shelke's hands until a primal part of her mind gripped down on them, setting them to pump furiously in her grasp.

Whatever balance her mind had regained in the lull was, much like her avatar, entangled and cast aside like so much breeding stock. There was no rational thought, or even any sense of danger- only a burning desire to be ravaged, and Omega was more than capable of providing it for the horny young woman. Shelke's senses were reduced to the sound of her own gasping and moaning, the feel of delicious friction all long her body, and the scent and taste of her own sex mixed with the will of the planet.

The tentacle in her ass convulsed and bloated first, rolling in her tunnel for a moment before blasting its semen into her and slithering away, only to be replaced by another in the blink of an eye. Ropes of thick, green-tinted muck spewed from one of the tendrils in her hands, landing along her chest and face, the heady scent flooding her nostrils instantly. The spent phallus was retracted and replaced just as quickly, Shelke's greedy fingers clamping down as soon as she felt its touch.

Once more, the feeler in her throat jabbed past her airway, depositing its contents directly into her eager gullet. Shelke massaged the length as best as she could with her throat, gulping the creature's spunk down like a desert traveler, the smell and taste overwhelming her senses once again. She moaned out from around the intruder, eyes rolling back as she peaked once more, her pussy and asshole spasming and clamping down on their occupants. There was an odd noise, like some kind of ethereal groan, before the enthralled woman felt something warm and sticky pooling on her chest, and the tendril around her torso unraveled and retreated, only for another to once again take the position.

In the empty room where her body lay, Shelke's form convulsed, her back raising from the chair and a breathy moan escaping her lips. More of her nectar seeped from her aching cunt, wrung out from her detached consciousness, along with a thin dribble of deep green.

Inside Omega, the tendril in Shelke's cunt finally gave out, pumping more of its tainted seed into her even as its thrusts became more wild. The crotch of her suit began to distend from the motion, even as it turned dark with the mixed cum that was now oozing from her twitching snatch. The tendril pulled away, her still-twitching lips allowing more of the mixture to seep out of her form before her sensitive orifice was re-filled. Not content with a single load, the feeler that was buried in her ass flailed and burst once more, pumping her lithe form with even more of the semen that she so desired.

More of the greenish goop splattered across her face and chest, another rich load deposited itself down her throat, over and over the contents of her pussy and asshole were churned and set to boil with hot spunk. Shelke lost any inkling of time long ago, and hadn't bothered with keeping track of her situation; all that mattered is that the wonderful embrace she found herself in continued to provide the numbing pleasure she had been denied-

The roof of the room gave way as Chaos descended, taking Shelke's empty, spasming body away from the access point into Omega's being. The operative's avatar gave one final orgasm as it was drawn back into her form, shuddering as the link between herself and her tormentor was broken, the shockwaves of her ecstasy traveling back with her mind. When she came to, she was looking up at the warped form of Vincent Valentine, once more in control of her emotions.

It was a simple thing, now, to quash the awkward shame that pounded at her thoughts, even if she couldn't shake the feeling of being so deliciously ravaged...

"You're late."

For a moment, she saw the corner of his mouth twitch upwards. "Sorry about that."

That simple gesture punched a hole in her reeling defenses. For a split second, her mind scrambled to think what those lips would feel like around her-

"Not that I mind, though."

She wasn't sure if it was really her saying any of this, or even feeling any of this. At present, she wasn't very inclined to care, however. There were some more small words of encouragement, and Vincent made his grand exit to finish his duty. She knew she needed to get up and leave, as soon as she could, but something else was still nagging at her.

The night air was dancing on the sopping crotch of her uniform, doing the exact opposite of alleviating her hormones. With a sigh, and a smirk, she darted a gloved hand beneath her outfit, digging her fingers into her twitching, fragrant pussy.

Just to... clear her mind. Honest.
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