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Cell Division	By : Savaial Category: Final Fantasy VII > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2025 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy. It belongs to SquareEnix. I do not make any money from these writings, nor do I wish to. The original creators have all my respect, from game designers to voice actors.

Chapter List
- 1-Cell Division
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I respectfully credit all Original Creators, namely Squaresoft, which became SquareEnix,for these characters. In this way, I pay homage to my Fandom's Original Creator, and illustrate my Community's belief that Fan Fiction is "fair use". I do not claim to own these characters. I do not make money or gil from using these protected characters, nor do I wish to make money or gil from them. In other words, I am borrowing these characters to entertain the adult fanfiction community, but I am doing so with the highest degree of respect to the engineers, game designers, music makers, and voice actors.
�Victoria, my dear, come here,� Hojo said, gesturing me toward his desk.
I approached slowly. I hadn�t spoken to him for a few hours now. Oddly, our silence hadn�t stifled or felt awkward. I�d given him his space and he mine.
He pulled a small pistol from his desk and handed it to me. �This is an electrical disruptor. It holds a charge that maintains five, six-second bursts of energy. I want you to carry it with you.� He showed me the battery casing. �I�ve already given the others theirs. Michael has requested your company on an outing and I don�t want you unarmed.�
�I can�t believe you�re giving me a weapon,� I muttered, slipping the small gun into my pocket.
�I�m immune to electrical attacks, thanks to Jenova.� Hojo smiled. �You have many more effective weapons against me.�
I felt my lips twitch. He was an irrepressible soul. �Like what?� I asked.
�Tactical error to inform,� he answered, enunciating each word carefully, humor just shining from his black eyes. �I have no doubt you�ll discover them fairly fast.� He glanced at his desk clock. �Michael will be here in five minutes.� Taking a card from his pocket, he gave it over with a smile. �Your limit is a thousand gil, until I notify otherwise. I suggest you get a coat, my dear. I enjoyed smelling you in mine, but the hem dragged the ground and you looked like a doll in a trench coat.� He angled his hip toward me, tilting his head a little. �You look like a very pretty doll right now, actually.�
�It�s the hair,� I said neutrally. �Most dolls have blonde hair.� My heart did a little flip at his close scrutiny. God, speaking of smelling good, he certainly did. �Would you like Michael and me to bring your supper back with us? It�s only three in the afternoon, but the last time he took me out, we were out for hours.�
�That would be nice, Victoria,� he murmured. �Please, nothing pedestrian. Michael knows my tastes.�
I thought I had a little insight to his tastes by now, too.
Michael came in as we stared at each other.
�Ready to go, Vic?� he asked. �Sir,� he added, nodding deferentially to Hojo.
�I�m ready,� I said as I walked to him. �Where are we going?�
�Just out,� he answered, grinning. �Do you want us to bring food back?� he asked Hojo.
�Yes, I�ve already told Victoria I�d appreciate it,� Hojo replied, sitting back at his desk. �Have fun.�
�Will do, sir.�
We left the labs, crossing the large, well-kept lot to the nearby bus stop. I shivered in the brisk, spring breeze.
�You need a coat,� Michael observed.
�Our master has already informed me I should buy one,� I said, hugging myself for warmth. �I�d like a leather coat, actually. I think I can get one for two hundred gil if I�m careful.�
�Leather Covenant,� Michael announced, rubbing his hands together in either glee or warmth, I didn�t know which. �That�s great; I want to go there anyway.�
The bus pulled up and we piled on. Michael guided me to a seat and put me in, blocking me from the aisle. �You were a tall woman,� I noted, seeing Michael was nearly as tall as Hojo.
�Six feet in my socks,� he confirmed. �Daddy added two inches to me.�
�How?� I felt confused. �One can�t get any taller.�
�Oh, yeah,� Michael grinned. �You can, but it hurts like a sonofabitch, let me tell you.� He opened our window a crack and took a deep, appreciative breath of air not yet contaminated by industrial smog. �Daddy had to break my legs in two places and hold the bones apart with metal clamps. They fused, eventually, adding the height.�
�Wow,� I muttered. �You really wanted to be a man, Michael.�
�I wanted it more than anything, Vic,� he said solemnly, sitting. �I wanted it from a very, very young age. The master plucked me out of a line-up for execution, Shin-Ra style, and offered me servitude in exchange for safety, food, and warmth, and I took it. I didn�t know he�d help me achieve my life�s dream as well.� Eyes growing misty, he stared out the window. �He made me what I wanted to be, and for nothing,� he went on softly, �absolutely nothing.�
We rode in silence for awhile before Michael snapped out of his reverie. �So,� he said, shaking his head. �We�ll pick him up something from the shop beside of Leather Covenant; they make great food and we�ll be right there anyway.�
�Okay.� I huddled close to him, drawing warmth.
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Leather Covenant certainly drew a broad spectrum of patrons. Michael and I stopped just inside and to the left of the doorway, inhaling the scent of animal hide while looking at the customers. I saw obvious fetishists, businessmen and women and various other types, all milling about the large store.
�Coat first,� Michael commanded, tugging me down an aisle. �Then, we look for toys.�
As a marriage counselor I felt familiar with the various forms of sexual aides, but leather and bondage remained almost outside of my expertise. With my coat over my arm, I followed Michael down a long row of� things. We�d only taken a few minutes to pick out the coat.
�I could take one of these to Rose, for sure,� he said, flexing and snapping a short whip. �She loves a good spanking, so this is a step up.�
I blushed. I couldn�t help it. The memory of Hojo�s hand on my hot, bothered pussy seemed to follow me. �Do a lot of women like this sort of thing?� I questioned, picking up a riding crop.
�Are you kidding?� Michael laughed and chose another whip to test. �Women love it. There�s nothing more satisfying than giving the power to someone else. These things are mostly props, but�� He cracked the short whip so loudly that people turned to look at us. �You can really make a girl wet with them,� he finished. �Satisfies a man�s kink to stay in control, too; I can tell you. I�m familiar with both sides of the issue.�
�This sort of thing really helps a guy stay on top?� I asked, picking up another crop. �Why?�
�Voluntary surrender is twice as powerful as just taking it,� Michael said, discarding the whip for a tasseled thing. �Get a girl to hand herself over and you feel like a god. Makes a man generous.� He struck his arm with the short flogger, hard. It made a terribly loud snap and I jumped. He laughed. �It just sounds bad,� he explained. �Hold out your arm.�
Gingerly, I did as he said. The resulting snap and sting over my wrist seemed unbalanced.
�Why does it sound so bad?� I looked at the thing closely. �Oh, it�s flat instead of round in the cords.�
�Right, and the number of strands spreads out the strike.� Michael threw the flogger into our basket. �I�m telling ya, Vic, when a woman asks me to flog her ass, I�m there.� He grinned, looking like a devil. �I�d never hurt Rose, but I like the illusion of dominating her.�
I looked at the selection, an idea coming to me. �Help me,� I said.
Michael went still. He turned his head to look down at me, a slow and evil smile spreading over his lips. �You must make Daddy crazy,� he said softly. �Big, green eyes and big breasts on a petite, curvy body.� He grabbed another flogger and dropped it in our carry-all. �You stick with me, Vic. I�ll help you weaken the alpha scientist of Shin-Ra, Inc.�
We fairly flew through the store. Michael babbled the pros and cons of every device known to man and beast, occasionally throwing something in the growing pile he carried. �Not a whip, yet,� he said, picking up a flexible crop. �Daddy�s more inclined to a cane. Here, feel the heft of this. Think you can take it on your bum?�
Getting into the spirit, I hit my leg with it. �Yeah,� I answered. �As long as he doesn�t hit too hard.�
�He won�t.� Michael added it. �Daddy�s a careful, measuring sort.�
He dragged me over to a small section and stood me in front of it. �Collars,� he announced. �I know, you just got rid of one, but trust me, Vic; any collar you choose here will mean tons more than the one we just exchanged for a bracelet. You take my word for it.� He picked one up that had chains hanging from it. �Oh shit,� he breathed. �Get this one. It�s got a helpful, pictorial aid for people like you.�
I looked at the picture. The collar went around the neck, the D-ring in front. The attached chains ended in circular, screw-clamps which were made to go around the nipples. �This will feel good?� I said doubtfully. Granted, it wasn�t a vicious clamp or a piercing, bit it looked odd.
�Are you kidding?� Michael gave an exasperated sigh. �You like having your tits sucked on?�
�The left one,� I admitted, blushing.
�Well, imagine having your nipples hard and peaked for him all of the time,� he said, taking the collar from me and putting it atop the pile. �Imagine the cold chains dragging over your skin under a shirt. Imagine only you and him knowing what you have on under the tacky scrubs we wear.�
I flushed from my face to my crotch.
�Getting into the slavery yet?� he asked, chuckling in a jovial, nasty way. �I envy you. He hasn�t had a girlfriend since right after he took me on. Hot, hot, fuckin� daddy with pent-up needs.� Michael sighed and threw a pack of incense into the mix. �Man or woman, daddy attracts them all. Crime of it is, he doesn�t even know it.� Michael paused a moment. �Actually, I�ve seen people responding to him when even they don�t know.�
�I got that,� I said. �Why doesn�t he know?�
Michael shrugged, moving us on to the next section. �He�s completely unaware of his physical attractiveness; I think he�s just had bad luck, honestly. �Even that�woman he was married to apparently didn�t complement him. It�s a crime.� Michael dumped a package of oils in the basket. �He�s really hot in a quiet, unassuming way. Actually, his unawareness of it makes him all the hotter, to me.�
�I really�� I exhaled sharply, feeling on the edge of a precipice. �I really feel like he�s a magnet, Michael,� I confessed.
�Of course you do,� Michael said, nodding. �He god-awful powerful, moves like muscled silk and his blood is as hot as lava.� He dropped a few glass vials in the booty, smiling wistfully. �I�ve tried to tell him how blistering he comes off, but he doesn�t listen to me. He can�t understand where I�m coming from, I guess.� He looked down at me. �Are you the reason he�s stopped wearing those sexy little spectacles?�
�I guess,� I muttered. �I called him on them. He doesn�t need those glasses.�
�He took them off long enough for you to look through the lenses?� Michael stopped short to stare at me. �I�d never seen him without them until yesterday.�
�Yeah,� I answered. �I think he looks good without them. Still, he gets this little�attitude when he has them on his face.� I paused, mindful of being in public yet unable to censor myself. �God-damn it,� I growled. �I�m not supposed to enjoy any part of him; he�s enslaved me!�
Michael nodded. �Yet, with all the masters one could have, where does he stand?� He took me by the elbow, leading me down the aisle toward the register. �Vic, I�m not going to tell you how to think. All I can do is remind you of how he makes you feel.�
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