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10. The Gold Saucer.
The journey in the ropeway-car was surprisingly dull. after all she had heard of the wonders of The Gold Saucer. The low afternoon sun was casting its winter light directly onto the glass of the car, all but blinding her to the supposedly magnificent approach via the ropeway.

Once she disembarked, almost immediately finding her foot tapping to the fun and fast-paced instrumental musical theme that filled every corner of the colourful resort, Tifa had a pleasant surprise. A large banner was strung across the entrance declaring a half price one-day entry fee. And Tifa happily handed over her fifteen hundred Gil and then stepped through into the large circular chamber beyond the ticket office, where entrances to the each of the seven areas of the giant Mog themed, tree-like ‘play resort’ were accessed.

The ‘battle square’ caught her eye and, suddenly excited at the prospect of testing her abilities, she leapt up and launched herself into the airflow chute. It ejected her cleverly, a smooth ejection, up-right and on her feet and she stepped into a triangular chamber. She looked around, taking in the ceiling-less room that itself led to a long steep staircase up to the battle-arena building that had been dressed up to resemble and ancient eastern-style castle.

Following a short interlude, where she had to win herself some in-resort currency so she could pay her entry fee to the Battle Square, Tifa entered and fought her way through the eight levels of the arena.

She got lucky with the stacking handicaps, more often than not collecting Materia handicaps that didn't affect her at all. And one handicap, mini, that she already possessed the correct curative item so she could cancel the negative status immediately. She sailed through the monster enemies and emerged victorious having won over three thousand Battle Points. Taking the points to the prize booth, she exchanged them for Enemy Lure, and Pre-emptive Materia’s and used the leftover points to stock up on Reagan Greens so she could lure a friendly Chocobo or two to speed up her journey.

Afterward, she took an hour to wander around and half-heartedly ask about and look out for signs of Zangan, though she came up with nothing. A few people admitted to knowing of him, yet no one had seen him in these parts for well over a year.

Tifa left the Gold Saucer, taking the Ropeway back to North Corel. In the Shanty town she bought a Carbon Bangle from the weapons seller at their tiny open-air market, which allowed her to equip her two new Materia orbs, though she only equipped the Pre-emptive for the time being. And then headed North. The pathway, marked by the train tracks which entered the shanty from the North, followed the railway line into up into the Corel mountains.

Rather than risking the pitch dark of the train tunnel, Tifa carefully traversed what she thought at first to be another wooden-slatted rope bridge, however a closer inspection revealed the bridge to actually be a continuation of the railway line itself. The bridge having the tracks running along its length, and rather than a simple rope bridge, it was supported from beneath by a vast wooden scaffold, to keep the tracks in their correct and parallel positions. On the far side of the bridge, she spotted a shortcut that led her down the side of the mountain and back onto the tracks down at ground level. She followed along the ground level track that moved in parallel to another railway line which, once again took the high ground and at one point featured a lift bridge.

The railway line actually terminated at the Corel Mako reactor, But Tifa spotted an alternative route, jumped off the line just short of the reactor onto a rocky pathway that lead beneath the tracks and then around the edge of a huge chasm. The pathways narrowed and narrowed until it was little more than an animal track. However, the track took her back up into the Northern most section of Corel’s mountainous region.

Travelling over the mountains slowed her progress a great deal. And it took her days and days, even though the Corel mountains were nowhere near as treacherous or as high as her own Nibel mountain range. She took a careful route and didn’t rush.

Being closer to the equator and relatively low, the changes in temperature never really grew to extremes. The main issues Tifa had were attacks from the hungrier and far more feral animals of these mountains. Though, the attacks had started way back on the train tracks. Though smooth and straight - giving her a good head-start, she still had to be careful of her steps. A misplaced foot slipped between two sleepers could result in a trip that could lead to her falling a hundred feet and more to her death. Plus, on the high ground sections the winds had proved rather treacherous and required bracing herself and careful balance. Of course, that slow and careful progress allowed the feral animals easy opportunity to chase her down and attack. Bombs and Needle kisses, tended to like the railway lines as hunting grounds. Whereas later on, once she had left the trainline behind, she found herself leapt on, or cornered by other animals, such as Cokatolis, Search-crowns and Bloatfloats. It was insane, and she was getting attacked every quarter-mile or so.

The Enemy lure Materia, she had shoved into her backpack so that wasn’t to blame. However, she had equipped the Pre-emptive Materia, which froze the attacking monster for a second, not enough to flee from it but enough to get the first few punches and kicks in, giving her a distinct advantage.

She felt her real-life combat experience ascending rapidly as she found herself fighting more and more often. And recognised that she was gaining knowledge and techniques, learning the methods of attack of the different animals, how best to defend herself, what counters and martial combinations worked best. It all added to her own understanding of how to fight effectively and efficiently. And she even started to absorb the more feral methods of the animals and enabled her to augment Zangan’s teachings with experiences and observations of her own.

The first night Tifa had found an eroded-away concave underneath one of the railway bridges that gave her cover and protection from the elements and she slept peacefully enough.

The second night she had left the railway behind and found a little cave. It revealed itself to be more a hollow than a cave, halfway up a very steep mountain face. She managed to lodge herself securely inside the hollow but took the extra precaution of using a length of rope that she had brought along from Zangan’s cabin to tie herself a safety line, one end around herself the other around a thick outcrop of granite. She didn’t sleep well that night, even though she felt safe enough.

The third night was spent inside another low hollow but it was just off the path and was half covered by a low overhang of wind-smoothed rock. Again, she lodged herself into the shallow space and wrapped herself up snug in her double-layered hide duster to keep out the cold wind, using it like a sleeping bag. She slept rather well the third night, even though as she was pushing herself hard again, all in all she only stopped for less than six hours and after the first hour resting, eating and drinking and then snatching a quick icy-cold shower under a small mountainside water-falls when she could, she huddled into her duster to warm herself up and sleep.

She had leaned the first night that although lighting a fire warmed her and heartened her, it did more to attract animals than it did to keep them at bay, so she ate cold food, drank water and didn’t generally bother with a fire.

This time she dreamed of Zack, on that that first day she had met him - Zack, Sephiroth and the two nameless, helmeted Infantrymen entering Nibelheim. Zack had been young and handsome and flashy and she had been somewhat taken with him, but she had been increasingly concerned by the lack of news about Cloud at the time and so she hadn’t given much time to her petty attractions or flashy, cocky young Shin-Ra SOLDIERS. And yet, the evening when they had returned from the Reactor, she had been heading home after completing a little task for her father. It had been late but she was safe in the village and so her father didn’t often bother to give her curfews and the like, not since she got into her teens at least.

“Evening, Miss Tifa.” The voice had called out from the shadows. “You’re out late.”

The figure was silhouetted standing in the mouth of an alley between the London Inn and the hotel. Though it was the huge Buster sword and the spiky hair that gave away the individual’s identity.

“Hi Zack, what are you doing out here?”

Tifa wandered idly over and took up a position opposite Zack, so they were both in the shadows of the alley, Tifa leaning casually against the hotel’s wall, Zack the inn’s. There was only maybe three feet between them.

“Just getting a little air… making a little patrol...” The eighteen-year-old said.
“…Enjoying a little refreshment…” He added, lifting a hip flask into the light. “…Want a sip?”

Fifteen-year-old Tifa didn’t want to appear immature to the dashing young SOLDIER so she smiled, took the proffered metal flask and gulp down three hefty mouthfuls, before handing it back. It burned all the way down and kept on burning in her gut. Her head swam slightly.

“That’s a sip?”
Tifa’s response was a tipsy giggle.

“Mind explaining something to me?” Zack asked, adjusting his position so the huge sword wasn’t digging into his shoulder blade.
“Sure, what is it?”
“Why does such a small town have a hotel?”
“Well, I suppose we started as a base for climbers before they tamed mount Nibel with rope-bridges and carved paths. Then your boys came around wanting to build the reactor so they stayed in the hotel, sometimes schools come here for trips, us having the first ever mako reactor and the mountain itself, of course. They get by.”

Zack removed the sword from his back and laid it on top of the pair of old barrels that had been left abandoned down the alley and then crossed the narrow space between the two buildings to lean up against the hotel’s wall, alongside Tifa.

“You know what? I don’t want to talk about the hotel or the reactor…”
“Okay, so what do you want to talk about, Zack?”
“How ‘bout you… You’re a very beautiful girl, no… Young woman.”
Zack was side on to her, leaning close, looking down at her. And there was a little smirk on his face, those lovely, brilliant blue-green eyes glowing, almost mog-like, in the shadows. He really was handsome. Tall, muscular, confident. And that spiky hair, reminded her of…
“Thank you.” The teenager breathed.
“Your eyes are lovely.” He said, they were down to whispers now. “That reddish brown.”
“So are yours, that blue-green’s, kinda dreamy.”
“That’s just Mako contamination, but thank you, all the same.”
She watched those eyes, holding on hers but she waited for the move. However, he just continued to look down at her. So, she teased him. She reached up with one hand to her chest and flicked at the little pearl buttons of her tight under-pressure vest top, the popping buttons widening and lowering the neckline and unleashing her cleavage. And immediately his eyes dipped. They couldn’t fail to dip. There, got you! She thought to herself with a little smile.

Zack, slowly gazed down into the luscious shaded expanse of her full young bosom. Hunger flashed in his eyes and an involuntary purse came to his thin, expressive lips. Desire. He dragged his eyes back upwards again, seeing her smirk and gave a miniscule shrug, having been caught.

“You’re so beautiful Tifa, I’d like to…”

She shushed him and purposefully elevated her angle of her chin. Zack caught the offer and moved forward, aiming for her lips with his. They kissed, it was a warm and intimately soft experience. Tifa returned it with her own warmth and erotic excitement. The kiss went on and on. And then Zack’s tongue slid forward, delicately at first as though requesting permission to enter. Tifa imagined him knocking on the door to her mouth and had to supress a giggle. Instead she moaned as Zack’s tongue slipped in past her parted lips and probed the hot interior of her mouth. He really was quite a nice kisser, not to strong in his desire or too introverted, and not to wet or slobbery.

She blindly slid a hand up his shoulder, found the broad and hard yet smooth trapezius, continued upwards until she felt the little hairs at the base of his skull and his delicate little ears.

Zack’s hand slid around onto her body, though he was a lot less subtle. He started at the bare, slender flesh of her waist. His hand, the skin rather calloused probably from all that sword training, warm against the cool skin of her midriff. He will either go down or up. She thought to herself as she passed her tongue into Zack’s mouth and he took it between his lips and suckled at it. She moaned.

His hand slid upward, catching the bottom hem of her vest top, then his thumb slid outwards across her ribs and his palms and fingers ascended until he caught the undercurve of her breast and then he moaned, a trembling back of the throat sound and his hand cupped and gently squeezed her full, weighty bosom.

Boys. Tifa thought to herself. So predictable. Even so the caress felt nice. And she felt pressure in her nipples as her areolae puckered and her nipples stiffened into thimble sized buds. Zack accidentally brushed a nipple. Suddenly aware of it he searched it out so he could stroke and flick and pinch it gently. Then his hand let go, though only long enough to scoop up the lower hem of her top and slip his hand underneath, He found her succulent naked flesh again and filled his increasingly horny hand with her tremulous, heavy breast.

He groaned into her open mouth at the intoxicating feel of the warm and infinitely soft and smooth texture of her immaculate bosom. Their lips parted and Tifa released a light, expressive moan at the pleasure building within her, as Zack leaned lower and kissed her throat. Then he moved up and across, took the lobe of an ear between his lips, pinched it gently, sucked at it, flicked at it with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, his other hand slid down to her vest top and the thin garment was gently lifted, rolled and tucked into itself, gathered on her upper chest, exposing her amazing young breasts to the coolness of the late September air.

Her nipples exposed to his hungry mouth; his other hand engulfed her freshly unveiled breast while he kissed a hurried trail down. He touched his lips to her clavicle, her upper chest, the softness of her upper bosom and then its pinnacle, where he found a nipple and hurriedly sucked it into his hot mouth. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked on her nipple, his tongue flicking and laving with wanton desire. Tifa was panting, her head back, eyes closed basking in the gently erotic sensations this handsome young warrior was so sweetly subjecting to her flesh.

Somewhere a door opened, probably the inn. And for a second Zack was bathed in Mako powered electric lamplight. And it was no longer Zack, the black spikes were suddenly bathed pale blonde, the stocky muscular flesh slimmed and the heavy-lidded lust-filled eyes flashed from Mako tainted blue-green to a deeper cornflower shade.

It was Cloud. Cloud who was holding her in his arms, sucking her breasts, quivering against her teenage body in his desire for her. She even glimpsed the ponytail he had worn when she last saw him. And now he was here.

“Oh… Cloud, take me… Cloud!” Tifa gasped. “Hurry!”

Cloud’s attention slid upward from her breasts and their eyes met, blue and brown meeting, infusing, She, caught that cheeky lop-sided smirk of his, so rare and yet somehow always so easy to force a quickening of her already fluttering heart.

She moaned, wanting nothing more than to feel the heat of him between her spread thighs, pressing firmly against her, inside her, his heat, his essence. Cloud.

Then the door closed, the light diminished. And hidden in the late evening shadows, coupling with her, was Zack again.

Tifa was momentarily shocked. It had been Cloud, she was sure. And then she wondered if she had moaned Cloud’s name to Zack, instead of his own. And she had a heart-stopping moment of horrid embarrassment. However, the sexy young SOLDIER was still feasting on her nipples, passing back and forth between the pressure stiffened, tingling buds. Both his hands cupping, hefting and squeezing her breasts. He was thoroughly enjoying himself and seemingly oblivious to what she might or might not have said out loud.

Tifa wondered if she was somehow hallucinating, that her pent-up desire to see her childhood friend again and the strong sense of loss and disappointment when it was obvious that he was not among the party from Shin-Ra, was somehow manifesting itself within her.

However, Zack’s hands released his excited grip of her breasts and one slid down her quivering stomach muscles, tugged up her suede miniskirt, stroking the tops of her thighs. His other hand searched out one of hers and it was gently led by the wrist to the black-haired guy’s seriously tented crotch. Excited and hungry for more, Tifa chose to forego the intended rubbing through the fabric of his trousers and immediately flipped open each of the buttons holding the fly closed. Once she had made enough of an opening, she slipped her hand inside, bypassed his silkily textured underwear and found what she wanted, cupping and encircling the hot hardness within.

It was robust, surprisingly warm under her cool hand, and thick with a slightly oily texture to the foreskin. And it filled her palm impressively. Zack gave a guttering groan, his breath catching in his throat, maybe at the coolness of her hand on his firm, trapped meat or maybe just through the sheer pleasure of her touch.

He chose that moment to become more intimate with Tifa, possibly her hand going straight for his cock gave him permission to advance to the same progression. His fingers stroking the soft supple flesh of her inner thighs ascended at last. His fingertips stroked gently at the band of heat emanating, like the heat-haze from a fire, from the gusset of her silky underwear. He could feel the dampness there, infusing the heat and the eminently soft flesh of the split peach waiting beneath the thin fabric. That single touch brought out a long undulating moan from the fifteen-year-old girl.

Of course, she wanted more. And it was less than a second of that teasing caress, before Zack flipped his hand dextrously underneath the gusset and his slightly rough textured fingertips met the intimate smooth and gentle skin of her vulva. He felt between them, searching out the supple lips of her labia, his fingers anointed at once with her dripping juices. He groaned at the feel of her, marvelling at the heat of her, the erotic softness he found there.

His slick fingers stroking in long gentle caresses along her outer lips splayed by the delicate burning hot inner, Zack started to descend. Moaning in personal defeat as his choice forced Tifa’s wonderful strong yet gentle hand from his distended shaft, he lowered himself down into a squat before the stunning teenager, intending to bury his face between her supple thighs. Unfortunately for Tifa, that would be too little and not necessary. And she intended to tell him just that.

However, the moment she looked down at Zack’s spikes, someone across the square switched on an upstairs light and once again Zack’s face was bathed in light. And in that instant of yellow orange unveiling, he was Cloud again. Those lovely blue eyes, the blond spikes and ponytail, as she remembered him. And yet he was the age he would be now.

His thin lips glistening with their shared saliva. Again, Tifa felt the butterflies jolt in her quivering washboard stomach and her heart fluttered at the sight of him. Tears forming in her eyes, she reached for him, taking his face in her hands adorningly, a long-lost friend suddenly rediscovered.

“Don’t! I don’t need it Cloud, just put it in me! Hurry!” She moaned.

Cloud smiled, hungry and loving at the same time. And he drew himself back to his full height, which was literally only an inch or two above Tifa. He kissed her nose playfully as she reached for his open trousers again and levered his shaft out into the open.

Between them the two of them, fumbling and in an eroticised hurry, they hooked Cloud’s hefty, straining shaft and his full, weighty testicles out of the opened crotch of his trousers and tugged Tifa’s skimpy underwear down from under her skirt, all the way down her long shapely legs over her sun-hardened hide-Ranchers’ boots.

And then it accelerated even more quickly. Tifa lifted one leg up, hooked it onto a narrow length of drainpipe that moved horizontally for a couple of feet along the Inn’s alley wall, exposing her bared pussy for Cloud’s pleasure. Her young lover squashed himself up against her face to face, love and lust almost a mutual dazzle in their striking blue and lush brown eyes. Using two pairs of hands they mutually spread her lips, took hold of his cock and positioned the fat, swollen head against the small entrance of her virgin pussy. Once secure in place, the crown just butting against her tight entrance, Cloud’s hands shifted, one up to a breast and the other down to her ass, while Tifa’s arms came around Cloud’s broad shoulders to encircle his neck and pull his handsome face toward hers.

Lips clashed with a mutual and hotly fervent desire, mouths parting in unison and tongues meeting in one mouth and then the other, frolicking and lively in the damp heat. Cloud’s and Tifa’s hips did the same, crashing together, slamming Cloud’s fat inches all the way into Tifa’s tight virginal tunnel until their hip bones smacked together. And they both let out too-loud groans of appreciative pleasure.

His powerful hips moving in an utterly mindless, animal-instinct way, Cloud began to thrust, full depth, jarring Tifa’s cervix. He started slow and yet found it impossible to maintain his self-control for more than ten seconds or so. Soon enough he was hammering into her with all the uncontrolled power and passion of the rampant, lust-driven teenager he was. Tifa matched him precisely, wanting the frantic hot coupling just as much as he. She thrust back onto his burrowing shaft, enjoying the eye-opening butt of his heavy crown against her sensitive cervix, and the firm handling his hands were expressing on her full breast and taut ass. She adored the frantic, mindlessness of it. A hurriedly snatched harried moment of intense physical pleasure. They were sharing something sudden and momentous.

Abrupt the upstairs light from across the square flicked off and it was Zack who was screwing her. Her mood changed at once, the closeness to Cloud vanished and now it was nothing but a hurried wanton grasp of physical pleasure. Grabbing someone you fancied, dragging them down a secluded alley. Anywhere would have done, just a place where they could express themselves without prying eyes or judgement. Though being caught and the prospect of prying eyes did possess its own little pinch of extra spice.

Zack was strong and handsome and full of himself. And there was a sense of danger in their surroundings. The situation, the residual dangers from the trip up the mountain, the phantom hint of danger from the oddness of the war-hero and practically superpowered Sephiroth.

Neither would admit it both up that mountain, they had both considered the potential danger of such a highly trained, powerful and dangerous individual such as the silver haired Poster-Boy going bad. And those elements gave them a desperate need to feel good, to find happiness even in the smallest and shortest of moments. Whatever you could find you went with it, clung to it, any way you could. They had both heard stories of cheating husbands and wives during wartime, allowing themselves to commit the sin simply to find a moment’s relief from the stresses of day-to-day wartime life. A short-term break from the risk of losing everything to a bomb or bullet or sword. That was exactly what Tifa and Zack felt, as they ground and humped together desperately, moaning and panting in that shadowy back alley.

Tifa was riding the building wave, anticipating the peak, that moment of sheer unadulterated bliss. She worked her hips and clutched firmly with her internal muscles, advancing the sultry erotic friction that fed the fire of her burgeoning passion. It was all about that peak, about getting there, experiencing that moment of bliss.

Unfortunately, Zack was also climbing that same wave, only he was closer to his peak and his ascent was much easier to climb than Tifa’s. Her efforts were also aiding in his ascent, while his thrusting grew too erratic, too fast, and were not quite hitting the parts of her that they needed to.

She actually reached down and grabbed hold of his hefty, swinging scrotum, hoping her squeezing fingers and rolling palm would be able to hold off his obviously imminent climax. However, it was an amateur’s mistake brought about through inexperience. Maybe if she’d squeezed hard or dug her short-clipped nails in, it might have been enough to stave off his climax by inflicting pain. However, that was the lesson to be learned. Her efforts of course, launched Zack straight into his orgasm and with a breathless groan he yanked his shaft out of her at the last possible second.

The first hot strike of his spunk erupted upwards, slapping hotly against the night-cooled flesh of her stomach and pubic mound, just about gave her an electric shock which launched her a little higher up the wave toward its divine peak. But there was nothing else, no other spurrings or sexual gratifications that could help her ascend those last few steps, she was almost teetering in the edge and yet could quite make it.

The remaining three or four ropes of Zack’s cum burst upwards across her exposed torso, the second streaking right up, as far as the undercurves of her quaking bosom, impressively splattering up onto the pair of orbs, their rise and fall pronounced along with her deep panting breaths. The last couple squirted across her pubic mound and upper thighs.

Zack, groaning and panting in equal parts satisfaction and exhaustion, stumbled backwards. Another lesser streamer of his plentiful cream burst from his already wilting crown, to splash across the packed-earth between them. The admittedly impressive and hot liquid climax, ended with a disappointing dribble that splattered down his uniform trousers.

Tifa, panting heavily brought her cocked leg down from the drain pipe and gazed down at the cum staining the ground, dribbling down from her cool stomach. She watched it sliding beneath the loosened waist of her gathered miniskirt, trickling slowly down her thighs. Despite her disappointment, it made her smile wryly thinking that the mischance ending of Zack’s climax was a perfect representation of her own disappointment at not being able to cum.

Tifa awoke in a veil of dream-induced despondency. However, as she lay there wrapped in her duster with the morning sun glaring in her eyes and the equatorial warmth already enveloping her, Tifa realised that the disappointment she felt wasn’t related to her lack of dream-orgasm but it was that Cloud had appeared in her dream on a couple of occasions and yet it had been Zack she had had sex with.

It would have been nice to have had that erotic dream featuring Cloud exclusively, rather than Zack. Zack had been okay when she had met him in Nibelheim, handsome and confident but he really hadn’t been her type. And she missed Cloud. Having him in the dream with her, touching her, kissing her, it had almost felt like she had spent time with him.

Eclipsing even Zangan, he filled her thoughts for much of the morning, until she reminded herself that she hadn’t seen or heard from Cloud in a number of years and that Zangan was the man she loved and the man she was pursuing.

On this fourth day, the animal trail brought her right down from the Corel mountains, following a bubbling, fast flowing stream.

It was steep going and hot. Over the last couple of days Tifa had recognised a sharp increase in the ambient temperature and as she started to make her descent from the Corel mountains it started to rise and rise, the air heating up as she travelled closer and closer to sea level. At one point she even paused and stripped off her leather hold-ups, baring her legs from upper thigh all the way down to mid-calf and thoroughly enjoying the cooling breeze that caressed her skin.

Finally the treacherous steep decline of the animal track she had been following started to level out, and after another hour she found herself walking down once again onto flat grass plains, though these were more like steppes, with different grasses and other flora than she had been used to either South of Nibelheim or the plains East of the edge of the Ancient Forest where the cabin was. There was a lot more in the way of shrubland and a few small trees that lined the twisting, zoloming traversal of the stream.

Tifa spotted a small group of Chocobo only fifty or so yards away. There were five of them, though it was difficult to tell male from female, two were larger, one was smaller though still an adult and there were two chicks as well. She would have to be careful, Chocobo, even wild ones, were generally friendly but all wild animals were protective of their young and would attack if provoked or if they felt their young were threatened.

She took out some of the wrapped greens from her Gold Saucer prizes and slowly headed toward them. Of course, they were already aware of her and watched her approach while chewing on a scrappy patch of wild greens they had spotted.

The only defensive posture Tifa witnessed was one of the two larger avians putting itself between her and the two chicks, who tried to see around its wide trunk-like legs as she approached. There were a couple of ‘wark’ calls and a fluttering of tail feathers as well as the stunted wings that were used more like air-breaks and steering vanes than for flight.

Tifa put on her best smile and came to a halt about seven or eight feet away from the leading Chocobo, a bushel of Reagan greens held out front and centre in each outstretched hand.

The lead Chocobo came slowly up to Tifa, its large eyes looking at her and then at the greens, blinking. The animal gently lowered its beak and scooped up one of the greens then mashed it and gulped it down in obvious pleasure. It shook its wings and tail fathers happily, then cocked its head in a questioning manner.

“Erm, I was hoping one of you might be happy to take me as far as Costa Del Sol…? …Please?” She said as politely and gently as she could.

She didn’t know how Chocobo understood the human languages and dialects or even the names of places, but they always seemed to understand. Some theorists hypothesised that the flightless birds had some latent psychic ability and could read pictures and desires from the minds of humans.

The Chocobo glanced back over its shoulder, gave a ‘wark’ to the others and then turned back to Tifa and bowed its head lightly, she assumed in acceptance. She gave it the second handful of greens, which it mulched and ate. And then it squatted down, bending its legs under its body to allow Tifa to climb up onto its back. It also spread its wings away from its flanks so her long legs could slide around on the inside of them, her knees lightly gripping the animal’s barrel-like rib cage. The thick covering of feathers was soft and warm against her skin and cushioned her, the feathers moulding somewhat around Tifa’s lithe body. The girl could detect the bird’s powerful muscles bunching beneath the yellow down. And the avian leaned forward and started to scratch at the earth beneath its wide talon-clawed feet. At the last second, Tifa leaned forward and hooked her arms loosely around its long neck. And then they were off, straight into a fifty mile-an-hour canter.
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