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Company Initiatives	By : KnaveOfDiamonds Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 3311 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, or any of the characters from it, a fact that I am sure makes a great many people feel at ease. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Tags: SoloF, Mind Control (Major), Body Modification (Minor), Violence/Combat, Pain, Bloodlust
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII or any of the characters from it, a fact that I am sure makes a great many people feel at ease. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Tifa grimaced as she drove her fist through her enemies guard. Powering through may have been her only option, but she was still running low on reserves. Still, the break gave her what she needed as she launched her knee into the ShinSec officer’s solar plexus, caught his head as he doubled over, and dropped him to the ground with a painful crunch. As Tifa got back to her feet, she looked around and took stock. Yet as she looked at the pile of bodies around her, they vanished like the holograms they were.
“Testing stage seven complete, three minutes thirty seven seconds taken. Testing stage eight will load in thirty seconds.” The simulated voice echoed out in the chamber once again, and Tifa took what rest she could.
“Why the hell did I agree to this?” She muttered under her breath. Of course she knew why. One of those ShinRa execs had apparently decided to give them a sick offer, if the scientist was to be believed. ‘Make it through the SOLDIER training course, and you and your friends will get a reprieve.’ Of course, that offer was made to her with a ShinRa firing squad outside her cell, so it wasn’t so much an offer as a command. Still, on the off chance…
“Testing stage eight commencing in five seconds.”
Once again, Tifa dropped into a fighting stance, as her next set of enemies materialized around her.

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The SOLDIER training infirmary was surprisingly crowded. Several 3^rd Classers were trying to get a look in at the latest to go through the ranking test. In front of them, Scientists were noting things down while medics tried to assess her. She looked beaten and battered, and was out like a light.
“Did you see how far she got?”
“Level seventeen. I bet she would have gotten further if the behemoth hadn’t blindsided her.”
“Jeez, that puts her in the upper end of 2^nd class…”
A redheaded scientist smiled a cruel smile, as she checked the numbers one last time.
“Prepare her for the process.”

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As she slowly returned to consciousness, the past few days ran through her head. From climbing up the stairs for an insane assault on Shin-Ra HQ, the destruction of Sector 7, the monster that Aerith had become, Cloud in a dress, to going through a SOLDIER training course. It was all so bizarre that she’d almost convinced herself it was a dream. However, a voice snapped her into the waking world.
“…vital signs all clear. Emotional readings presenting frustration, anger, depression, and hints of arousal. All systems calibrated, Professor.”
Tifa tried to open her eyes and focus to see where she was. The mention of a Professor didn’t sit well with her. As her blurry vision cleared, she saw what seemed to be an operating theatre. Machines sat around her, and what felt like a hospital gown rested atop her. She tried to move, only to find heavy restraints holding her in place. Even her head movements were restrained.
“You made a valiant effort, but unfortunately, a deal is a deal. No pardons today, Miss Lockhart.” A female scientist with red hair came briefly past her field of vision. “But I continue to be impressed with how beneficial AVALANCHE are being to my scientific career.”
Tifa grimaced, as she recognized the voice of the woman who had made the offer earlier. She must have known there was no chance of getting through. Still, she wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of a response.
“Picking up readings of defiance, Professor.” The assistant spoke up, eliciting a nod from the Professor.
“Don’t think you can hide anything from me. This system will reveal any emotion that comes to mind. Of course, it’s just the prototype, but it will work for our purposes.” The woman had a mirthless smirk on her face. “Though, I suspect your silence will be appreciated.”
Before she could resist, Tifa found a small wooden rod being shoved into her mouth, and straps being tightened behind her head. So much for not giving her the satisfaction, she thought to herself. The restraint placed, the Professor pulled over a tray carrying a number of hypodermic needles, and vials of glowing substances. Tifa could already tell this was unlikely to be pleasant.
“I do have good news, however. Due to your exemplary performance, you’ve earned a reward. Seeing your results, SOLDIER felt they had to have you.”
That elicited a muffled cry of anger from Tifa, and it seemed that the machine reflected that given the nod of approval the professor gave her assistant.
“So, Miss Lockhart, I am Professor Wenham, and I will be performing your induction. And thanks to me, I can assure you that you will be the next Sephiroth. Ideally superior.” There was a mad glint in the professor’s eyes. Tifa started to struggle against the restraints with renewed vigour, but they seemed to retract and leave her spreadeagled. Every time she tried to pull away, they only tightened further.
“Now do stop struggling. It will only make this more painful.” Wenham lifted one of the syringes from the tray. “Oh, one warning: I’ve found that anaesthetic interferes with the process, so we won’t be using any. I’m sure that old racing chocobo bit should suffice.”
And then Tifa felt the sharp jab, and the yellow liquid entered her veins. If a mild sting like that is all she has, this will be nothing.
“We’re getting arrogance, Professor.” The assistant spoke up, which elicited a bark of laughter.
“Good. That makes this more fun. Give her the IV. I’ll prepare the genetic sample.” As Wenham gave the order, the assistant followed instructions. It wasn’t long until Tifa felt the mako flowing into her veins.
After all that talk, I expected a lot worse. This almost feels good. Tifa mentally chided herself for that stray thought. It’s still SOLDIER, still Shin-Ra. I can’t just accept it.
It was almost five minutes before someone spoke again.
“A healthy blue glow, I see.” Professor Wenham had a bizarre case in her hands, with a heavy looking lock on the outside. Still, in a moment she had it open, withdrawing a syringe. But Tifa did see writing on the inside of the case that sent a chill to her spine.
NIBLEHEIM INCIDENT – MAKONOID SAMPLE
“Oh Hojo, your constant failures are going to make me a very rich woman.” The professor looked at the vial with a wholly disturbing admiration. But that didn’t last long as she placed it into an injector, and jabbed it harshly into Tifa’s neck.
And then the muffled screaming started, as Tifa’s mind was cleared of all thoughts but pain. She writhed against her restraints, as if trying to escape pain that she couldn’t. Her body was simultaneously on fire and freezing, and her hair felt like it was standing on end.
“Readings, now!” Wenham barked to her stunned assistant.
“S-subjects heart rate is dangerously high, pain receptors are going into overdrive. Body temperature is soaring.” The assistant hurriedly responded. With an almost unnatural calm, Professor Wenham activated her voice recorder.
“Subject is exhibiting similar signs as original Nibleheim tests. Her body may not be able to withstand the treatment, but has so far proven resilient.”
The words were dimly on Tifa’s consciousness, as she felt herself crackle briefly with electricity. Her screams, muffled as they were from the bit, became more focused. Anger possessed her, and she started to fight the restraints again. There was a creaking as she forced her arms and legs to move, and then a sudden shattering crack. She spat the bit from her mouth as she tore free from the restraints. The hospital gown flew away from her as she launched herself at the Professor, grabbing her off the ground with one hand. Tifa knew she could take the woman’s head off in a moment. She drew back to punch, and then-
“Stop.” Tifa froze mid punch, staring directly at the face of the Professor just seconds ago she was trying to kill. A satisfied smile was upon her face. “Release me.” Without another response, Tifa placed Wenham gently on the ground. Wenham dusted herself off, and gave one more command. “At attention.”
In one movement, and with no regard for her own modesty, Tifa stood back straight, chest out, and chin up, as she had seen in photos. Without the hospital gown, she found her ample assets on display, and under inspection. That didn’t help the anger, but the pain had subsided.
“See, this is the problem with so many of the original 1st class. No restraints built in. I am not so foolish. Free will is hardly needed for a weapon. You, Miss Lockhart, will make an excellently loyal member of SOLDIER.” Wenham’s instruction would have made Tifa grimace, were it not for her orders.

Even if I hate her, I can’t show a lack of discipline. The thought came with confusion to Tifa, as she tried to make sense of it. That’s… not right, is it?
Tifa’s confusion meant nothing to Wenham, as she began a physical examination. The professors hands went over Tifa in a not entirely clinical way, and despite the revulsion the woman inspired in her, it was still vaguely pleasant.
“Subject has survived exposure to the Nibleheim sample. The manipulate materia has successfully integrated with the subjects bloodstream, rendering her docile, compliant, and unable to refuse orders despite her emotional state. She seems to exhibit muscle density far beyond normal humans, and improved mako energy absorption, despite no obvious outward physical changes. We will now commence the mental conditioning.”
Tifa blinked, despite herself. What mental conditioning? Tifa wasn’t left time to think however.
“Follow me.” Professor Wenham barked the order, and Tifa obeyed. They left the room, and walked into what seemed to be a remarkably crowded hallway. Men and women alike filled the hallway, and despite her embarrassment, she couldn’t cover herself, simply march after the Professor. Still, she at least got to look at herself in a window briefly. The mako blue in her eyes was jarring, but beyond that, her body hadn’t changed. That was comforting, to a small degree.
Despite the absurdness of the situation, surprisingly few people stared. It was almost as if a naked woman marching down the hallway was a common occurrence, but even that didn’t last long as she was lead into a small room. It was dark, and consisted of little more than a simple chair, and a large screen.
“Sit.” Wenham ordered again, and Tifa sat herself in the chair. “Good girl.” The tone was mocking, as if talking to a dog, but Tifa kept her composure.
Don’t give her the satisfaction. The lack of reaction elicited a frown from the professor.
“Fine. You will now have your position in SOLDIER explained to you, and your loyalty to the company confirmed. Feel free to speak now, I’m sure whatever you say is going to be irrelevant when you’re done.” The Professor picked up a remote control, activating the display screen.
“You’re not going to win with this.” Tifa said, finally being able to voice her defiance.
“We’ll see. Watch and enjoy, Miss Lockhart. There will be an exam at the end.” The Professor left the room, locking the door behind her, as a Shin-Ra promotional video began.
Despite her own desires, Tifa found herself unable to look away, as a saccharine sweet woman spoke about the founding of Shin-Ra. And yet, she started to feel flushed. Unconsciously, her hand moved to her left breast, and started gingerly playing with her nipple.
“Damnit… what did she do to me?” Tifa mused out loud. “Still, it’s not like anyone’s watching me...”
As the video went on, not only did Tifa’s rage fade, her arousal grew. But after what seemed like hours, the first video ended, and another one came up. There was just a woman on her knees, back to the camera, the words ‘Morale Officer’ tattooed across her back, giving a furious and detailed blow job. And then the woman turned around, and Tifa’s eyes widened.
“Jessie?” She exclaimed, but her body responded with a noticeable dampening between her legs.
“Hi, and welcome to Shin-Ra! As a new employee, you get to enjoy perks like me!” The joy that came from the girl’s voice was unnatural, and yet Tifa couldn’t help her free hand moving between her legs. Why was Jessie here and doing work like this? Had she just faked her death to do… this? For Shin-Ra?
The shock of that let Tifa’s guard down, and then came a sudden barrage of videos. Subliminal images swamped her mind, and the slightest doubt about what AVALANCHE had been for was enough for her whole resistance to come crashing down, and as it did, Tifa’s sexual drive ramped up.
Tifa drove her fingers into her cunt, while she moved away from her breasts to furious tweak at her clit, arousal and doubt eroding her will, her eyes unable to leave the footage that drove into her mind Shin-Ra’s superiority. She began to pant heavily, as she tried to get to climax. But despite her efforts, she couldn’t. Like there was some mental block. Then, as if sensing her frustration, Jessie reappeared on screen, cum staining her face and hair, a cock in one hand, and the fingers of the other knuckle deep in a pussy.
“So, you want to be rewarded, right? Join us, and say it with me! ‘I’m with Shin-Ra!’” There was a strange finality to the phrase, as if some part of Tifa’s psyche new that this would betray everything she stood for, and yet…
“I…” Tifa’s panting grew more intense, her tongue starting to hang out, knowing her resistance was finally at its end. There was only one way for her to get that pleasure, to end this. And besides… Jessie seemed happy here; maybe it wasn’t all bad…
“I’m with Shin-RaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”

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“The subject appears to have passed out from the strength of her orgasm. Use of former allies and sexual stimulation appear to have broken down walls. With this, loyalty should be considered a pleasurable thing, and the subject will receive sexual gratification from performing in Shin-Ra’s best interests. It would appear that the process has improved her stamina, and dexterity. End of report.”
Doctor Jennifer Wenham closed her recorder, as the footage from the induction room ended. Fortunately, no one else was here to see her as she slipped her underwear back into place.
“Well, well. Much more impressive than your fellow AVALANCHE members, that’s for sure.” Wenham muttered to herself, picking up a contact. “Prepare two SOLDIER uniforms for her. One third class, one first.” The woman looked intently at the mess of a woman on the camera. “Hmph. Let’s see them talk about Sephiroth after you.”

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The VR training observation area of floor 64 was crowded with observers. Pride of place was Executive Heidegger, the man in charge of Shin-Ra’s forces. Around him were assorted staff, executives, and a number of SOLDIER members. And Tifa could feel all their eyes on her, and it was making her hot as hell. It was a chance to show off her skills for Shin-Ra’s elite, and her own ranking exercise for SOLDIER.
Still, she’d hardly broken a sweat and was already finishing the sixteenth stage. Her standard issue sword was a shattered mess, unable to withstand the force with which she briefly used it. Fortunately, bare handed was her preferred way to fight. Tifa brutally, yet expertly, delivered a power bomb to an unsuspecting Grand Horn.
“Testing stage sixteen complete, one minute forty six seconds taken. Testing stage seventeen will load in thirty seconds.”
Tifa looked around. Stage seventeen was her personal best, if it hadn’t been for that damn Behemoth.
“Let’s do this.”
As the monsters came into view, Tifa charge the pair of Hell Riders, sending them and their mounts flying. As the Ironite swept down from the sky, she grabbed it out of the air and hurled it into the Sahagin that was readying its spear, taking the two out of the fight. Then came the bellow she had been waiting for, and she could feel herself getting wet, her nipples pressing against the fabric of the uniform. This time, she’d kill this thing.
In a brutal matter of seconds, she charged at the Behemoth, stopping its charge with a series of strikes, before forcing its jaw open and using it as a point to flip and slam her foot into its nose. Taking advantage of the monsters dazed state she swept her foot at its face, a massive wave of water following it. It was then she mustered up her strength and lifted the monster above her head. In a show of force, she slammed it on the ground, the monster landing head first on the ground with a crack, as Tifa landed on her back, letting out what could be misconstrued as a kiai as she landed.
“Testing stage seventeen complete…”
The words were sort of a blur in the background to Tifa, as she rode the high of the climax, panting heavily. Still, it’s not like anyone out there would notice past the tint of the windows and the spectacle.
“That… felt…. Fantastic…”

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“…did you see what she did to that Tonberry?”
“I thought she was gonna feed it its own knife…”
“….definitely first class material….”
That was the talk of the 64^th floor. After her showing, Tifa had been given a private room on the SOLDIER floor, as opposed to having to sit in the barracks with the rest. And that was apparently pending an apartment on the plate. But right now, riding the glow of combat, she was still frustratingly horny. But as she entered her room, she found a note on a bench in front of her.
“As a reward for your showing, we have provided company.” Tifa read the note aloud. Her mind went back to the videos earlier. “Probably Jessie, I suppose.” The former terrorist seemed quite skilled with her hands, but she wasn’t sure it was what she wanted. Still, the morale officer would do in a pinch.
She opened the small bedroom door, intending to head into the ensuite and clean off before redeeming the gift, and stopped dead. Sitting on the bed, looking at a photo, was someone wearing a very familiar purple dress.
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