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Lost In Corruption	By : LuMorsAza Category: Final Fantasy VII > Crossovers Views: 8937 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Final Fantasy franchise, the Dragon Quest franchise, Final Fantasy VII, Dragon Quest VIII or Corruption of Champions. I do not seek, nor do I make, any profit from this work of fanfiction.

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(Do feel free to make suggestions for future chapters. I won't promise to use them, but it could give me ideas.)
The world Tifa found herself in seemed to be composed of only an endless sea of crimson above and eternal stretches of barren ground below. It was bright and warm, yet there seemed to be no sun in the sky. She couldn’t tell how much time had passed, or rather, and it gave Tifa pause, did time even pass in this strange world she had found herself in? She also hadn’t met anybody else since that red monster who tried to molest her; were they the only two beings in this world?
A scary thought, that one.
A few wisps of paler red rolled across the sky as she continued to walk, feet beginning to ache from what seemed to be hours. She wished for something to break up the red, a place to rest her feet. Pausing, she looked up to the sky and wiped a few droplets of sweat from her forehead; how could a sunless world be this warm, she pondered.
“Some water would be nice.”
Tifa mumbled to herself as she closed her eyes, imagining some cold, refreshing water, a lake perhaps, surrounded by rich green grass and trees. An osasis in the barren red she had been wandering for a length of time that she could never tell. She sighed, figuring it to be an impossibility; how could such a thing exist in this Hellish world? Leveling her head, she opened her eyes… and before her was green, a carpet of grass stretched out as far as the eye could see, and on the very edge was a hint of blue.
“What in the world?!”
Tifa cried out in shock, eyes wide in disbelief. Was she not just in a barren wasteland dominated by red skies and earth? Her head shot skyward, greeted by the same red sunless sky and wispy pale clouds, quickly she looked back down to ensure the grass still existed. Dropping to her knees, her gloved hands took hold of the blades; the grass was real, it had physical form. She tore a clump and lifted it to her nose; it smelled like the grass she remembered from when she was a child. Rising to her feet, Tifa broke into a sudden run, grass falling from her hands as the blue grew closer, the size wider until, finally, she came to a halt at the edge of a large lake. The water was a blue deeper than she could ever hoped for, the kind of blue that a painter would be jealous of, the kind that one would only see in dreams because no human could ever produce it.
Once more she dropped to her knees and bent over, dipping a hand below the surface. It was wet, it was cold, and after cupping her hand and bringing it to her lips, she found that it was fresh. With a yelp of glee, she drove her head into the lake, swallowing large gulps to sate her thirst and cool her head. Long moments passed before she finally broke the suface again, panting softly, her lungs filling with precious oxygen. She wanted to leap into the water, to swim and cool off, but something stopped her. The question loomed; exactly how did she suddenly get to a lake when, before, the only thing she could see was barren ground? Even if it all felt, smelled and tasted real, what if this were just an illusion? The world she was in was so different from her own… could this be another trick?
Sighing again, she dropped to her butt and began to take her boots off, then she pulled her socks off as well. Carefully, she dipped her sore feet into the water, shivering at the moment of contact; she would give the supposed lake some time to prove to her that it actually was what it appeared to be and not some trick. After all, if something jumped out of the water, or it tried to pull her in, she could either punch it or use the ground to pull herself out, right?
Wiggling her toes, Tifa sighed in contentment as the aches in her feet were soothed. Leaning back, her fingers wormed their way into the grass; just how long had it been since she had a chance to relax? Always traveling in her own world, having to be ready at a moments notice to fight monsters or troops chasing after her, even with the airship she could never truly say she was at ease. The giant, looming rock in the sky ensured that she could never get a proper nights sleep. It dominated the sky and her mind, so massive, so red, so… so… swollen and engorged. Like the testicles of that monster, hanging so heavily in the air.
A sudden confusion came over her just then; why was she thinking of that monster? It tried to take advantage of her in a moment of weakness, there should be no way that she would ever want to think back on that with anything more than disgust. With a self confirming nod, Tifa promised to banish such thoughts from her mind, and for a few moments it even worked, leaving her to enjoy the cool, if slightly ticklish sensation on her feet. The water felt so amazing; she closed her eyes to focus on it. But slowly, her mind seemed to wander back to the first encounter she had in this strange world, to that monster… those balls.
Somehow she had the will to fight it off, but what if she hadn‘t been able to? Those heavy, fist sized testicles, surely packed with a huge amount of sperm shoved up against her nose, filling them with its putrid scent as she suckled on the sack, tongue darting out to lick at them. The filthy taste assaulting the buds on her tongue, burning… yet she couldn’t break away. Moaning, she imagined taking as much of his balls into her mouth as was possible, sucking and licking, cleaning them as the small creature groaned, hands wriggling through her hair, forcing her to take them deeper. Mouth overflowing, she could only whimper in protest, her senses of smell and taste dominated by it.
“You like my fat balls, huh? Yeah, I knew a slut like you would.”
It would mock her, knowing full well that she would be powerless against him. Whille her mouth pleasured his testes, her hands would slowly rise to the shaft of the beast, stroking, caressing, finger tips teasing its bulk. Feeling its tiny body shudder in delight before finally taking a firm grasp with both hands…
Outside of her delusion, Tifa slowly slipped a hand between her legs, intending to head for her panty covered mound. But instead of her wet heat, she touched something cold and slimy; instantly her fantasy vanished, eyes snapping open, head leaning downward. Her feet and legs were encased by a viscous green ooze, reaching all the way up to her crotch! With all due haste she began to flail her legs, hands clawing at the fluid, but the ooze held firmly; worse, it seemed to lurch forward and take hold of her frantic hands, ending her struggles.
“No! Get off of me!”
Tifa cried out in horror as she vainly tried to fight back, falling onto her back in the process. She moved like a fish out of water, and had strength equal to one; she was being immobilized by some strange thing and there was little she could do. Was this the end for her? Was this really how she was going to die, by a lake in some strange world, killed by some green ooze? Her heart rate skyrocketed, her life began to flash before her eyes… her one regret was never truly telling Cloud how she felt. If only she hadn’t been such a coward, she may have had a moment of true happiness before…
She moaned suddenly as the ooze engulfed her vagina, its cold mass pressing against the burning heat of her still aroused opening. Trembling, Tifa could then feel it pressing harder, forming a tight seal on her opening… and then her eyes went wide in shock as she felt something enter her. She moaned, her back arching as the intruder expanded, pressing against her hot, slick inner walls, then further still, stretching her as open as she thought it could go. The fear subsided and pleasure took its place; she could feel its cold, slimy mass driving deeper inside of her body, forcing her pussy to gape beyond her wildest dreams, to the point where anymore risk tearing.
Reaching up to her very womb, it seemed to mold itself to her folds, filling her beyond anything she had ever experienced. The mass then began to pulsate, just opposite of her heart beat before it started to move. It pumped her now gaping sex, fucking her so completely that she swore this had to be some kind of dream. But it wasn’t, this was her reality now, a world filled with things that seemed to just want to have sex with her.
She was okay with this concept… for the moment.
She moaned, hips instinctively trying to buck against the mass that was her lover. The green mass moved further up her frame, reaching her chest; it slipped under her tight half shirt; Tifa arched her back further, as if to offer her breasts to what she could only assume was some kind of actual creature, hoping that it would give her even more pleasure. The mass seemed to take her up on the offer, as it latched onto her round, firm globes, engulfing the whole of her areoles, applying suction as small nodules formed around her already solid nipples. They pulsated in a fashion similar to the invader in her pussy as they kneaded, the suction only growing stronger; it seemed as though the mass was expecting her to produce milk, a feat she was, unfortunately, incapable of performing.
Tifa found herself unable to speak, it was almost amazing that she could even think at all. The way the thing fucked her was something no words could truly describe, its ability beyond any normal man. It was dominating her and she loved it, so rather strange for a woman who only minutes before assumed she was going to die. Just like her encounter with that red creature before, her lust rose at such an unnatural level, and just before this attack she was fantasizing about pleasuring that foul monster. The world she was in, it seemed to have a strange effect on her, made her more sexual than she had been, or rather, would ever want to have been, in her own world. Or at least she hoped it was just the world and not a sign that she was becoming depraved… but then, why did that bother her? Maybe, just maybe this was her real self finally coming through, perhaps she was just this sexual and yet tried to bury it, only for the effects of this world to bring it out?
She tried so desperately to avoid her sexuality, yet the way she dressed was so provocative, displaying her natural curves in such a way as to beg for attention. Was it all just a ruse to distract her foes and swindle money from the customers at her bar? Or was it a deeper, more primate desire for attention that she denied? Any man who tried to cop a feel she would have slapped, but if he managed to bend her over the bar and showed her a large, juicy dick and intent on thrusting it deep inside of her quivering pussy, would she have really stopped him?
No… wait, yes. Rather… it was all so confusing. Her mind was being clouded by lust, her body ravaged by what could only be a monster and she was having a deep personal crisis? It didn’t make any real sense, but then neither did being in the world she found herself in. All she knew for sure was that the mass was pounding her better than any man and she was going to orgasm harder than she ever assumed she could before.
Tifa had no real means of telling the thing coupling with her that she was going to cum her brains out; she couldn’t move, words failed her as it seemed her tongue was now hanging out of her mouth, which was a drooling mess. She was in full sexual frenzy mode, her mind becoming less coherent with every near pussy rendingly powerful thrust of whatever passed for a dick on an amorphous blob. If the thing was capable of orgasm, she wanted it to fill her up to the womb, regardless of the complications that could lead to later. For what felt like hours, but could have been minutes or even seconds, the mass fucked and tried to milk her, never relenting, never showing signs of fatigue. It was truly like a machine, something Tifa wished she could have had back home to pass the lonely nights.
But all good things had to come to an end, and she was the first to break; she screamed in the loudest, sore throat inducing pitch possible before falling silently into unconsciousness for the third time in who knew how many days. The mass, however, continued its fucking, absorbing the fluids produced by what would have been her gushing hole. It fed on her sexual fluids, yet ceased with the nipple sucking, as if realizing finally that no milk would ever come from them. Instead, it applied the pulsating nodules to her clitoris, bringing her to another orgasm almost instantly. It was milking her in a way that achieved results, taking all that it could from her momentarily comatose from pleasure body.
Again and again it attacked her weakest of spots, forcing orgasm after orgasm, feeding upon her until finally, after an unknowable amount of time had passed, the mass finally released her unconscious form from its grasp. Its hunger seemingly sated, it slid back into the lake as quickly as it was noticed, allowing her to finally rest peacefully and recover from such an intense ordeal. She would be sore upon waking, perhaps even regretful of not putting up a bigger fight, but that would all have to wait.
For now, she slept, her last memory being one of pure contentment. And that was good enough.
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