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Final Fantasy 7. Tifa Lockhart: Journey to Midgar.	By : Nickamano Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 7312 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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28. Avalanche.
The first thing Tifa did was to clear out and adapt the front basement which was essentially an unused and rather secret area beneath the bar and restaurant, there was even an old freight elevator which had been locked permanently in the upward position. Following a little required maintenance that Jessie completed with assistance from Barret, it allowed them to create an elevator platform against the pipe work on the right side of the room, right underneath the position of the pinball machine. They emptied the basement, added a few chairs, a box or two as tables and extended the electric current so they could add a computer and a television and improved lighting.

Tifa and Barret, who had become kindred spirits, beneficial influences on each other and good trusted friends, had talked a lot over the last year or so, had come to numerous conclusions regarding the state of the planet, and the immorality and self-defeating nature of sapping Mako energy in order to create a cheap and plentiful source of fuel. They also concluded that Shinra would never listen to reason, they had all the best scientists either in their employ or in their pockets, and so must already know the truth themselves. Therefore, they either chose not to believe in the science at all or they simply didn’t care about the truth.

These established theories, which to Barret and Tifa made too much sense to be anything but the truth of the matter, led them to one simple and straight-forward conclusion Shinra could not be persuaded to change their ways, they would have to be stopped physically. And that meant violently.

Biggs, Jessie and Wedge were present during most of the conversations and were a part of the decision-making process from the beginning. In fact, Jessie and Wedge had both already reached the same conclusions independently of each other and Barret and Tifa, and those independent matching conclusions were enough to further the conviction of Biggs.

And so, the Midgar cell of Avalanche was born.

The second thing Tifa did was to help to finance Avalanche. She set up a method of using the Seventh Heaven to launder income through its books. And then she sold the Master Level Restore Materia she had brought with her from Zangan’s cabin.

It was no longer of any use to her, there was a local Doctor present and the precious high-powered Materia orb was just sitting there in a drawer, gathering dust.

Of course, no one running any Midgar shop or market stall holder had anything like the cash required to buy such a rare and all but invaluable item, and so Tifa had to go to rather dubious lengths to make sure she got a fair price for it. Fortunately for her, she stumbled across someone she felt was trustworthy and connected enough to get her that price. Wandering around Sector five slums with Barret one afternoon before she had to get back to open the Restaurant, she spotted Roja, the travelling merchant who had brought her from Kalm to Midgar in his Chocobo-drawn truck.

Using him as an intermediary, once she had agreed to his five percent intermediary fee, he made a deal between Tifa and Don Corneo (Tifa being an unnamed third party). Of course, Corneo was not the trusting type and would only agree to buy the Materia once twenty percent had been knocked off its standard market value. Though still, it netted Tifa just under forty thousand Gil. A sizeable amount of a cashflow injection into Avalanche’s coffers.

It was a great start and allowed them to buy weapons and equipment and to bribe a number of Shinra personnel for the gathering of intelligence. They had made their first move and Barret’s Avalanche was in full motion for the first time.

Tifa was back in Nibelheim and in the midst of the Shinra fire. The flames licked higher and higher, engulfing houses, smashing out through windows and roaring with the taste of refreshing night time oxygen, burning down doors to launch their way deeper, moving room to room and destroying everything in their path.

Sephiroth was visible through a gap in the curtain of flames, standing in a clearing between the middle of the village and the Shinra Mansion beyond. He was duelling with Zack, and it was obvious that Zack was losing.

Screams snatched Tifa's attention away from the over-large sword fight and she whipped around as someone ran past her, pursued by a squad of Shinra Infantry who were leading the unstoppable marching flames. In fact, the flames themselves were sometimes the Shinra infantry and sometimes the blue and white uniformed men were the flames - one taking the form of the other, or the men emerging from the flames as the latter spread and consumed everything around them.

Tifa was standing outside her own house, but every inch of every room was engulfed in flame. There was no way to gain entry, though there was also no reason to. Her parents were already dead. However, next door was Cloud's house and his mother still lived there.

She felt the heat of the flames lick at her bare arms and legs, the hide waistcoat and matching miniskirt felt stifling and her sweat-soaked, white vest-top was sticking to her skin. The wide brimmed Stetson, was just too hot to wear and she flicked it from her crown, relying on the loose thong of leather looping under her chin as far as her upper chest, to catch and secure it.

Again, someone ran past her, chased down by three flaming Shinra men and this time Tifa, spinning around to follow the crimson-topped black blur, recognised the victim as Red. She was one of the girls from the village, not quite a friend put part of the extended gang and Tifa's own age. The teenage girl was grabbed, first by the wrist of her over-large black jackets' sleeve, and then by her short, crimson, spiky hair. She was hauled backward, right off her feet and hit the ground hard on her ass. Then she was unceremoniously hauled up off her feet by the three infantrymen and carried into the house on the other side of Tifa's.

The rolling, writhing flames followed the men inside, setting fire to the front door and then racing up the stairs beyond to burn the upper floor. Meanwhile the three men manoeuvred the struggling, crying girl over to the couch, dumped her face down onto it and pinned her there with an armoured knee in the back. Her firm, plump thighs and tight round ass, starkly revealed in her skin-tight denim trousers, seemed to be a point of interest for the infantrymen. Their hands cruelly spanked and squeezed her flesh, before she was flipped over onto her back and her red shirt was grabbed and ripped open, buttons and red silken fabric flying. Her naked handful breasts freed, shuddered gelatinously in the orange lamp-light of the living room. The men fell on her as one, as though she was a feast for the starving. She screamed desperately under their passionate attentions, until her mouth was obstructed and she couldn't scream any more, Tifa turned away.

She ran for Cloud's place, dodging licks of Shinra fire, and ignoring more screams from the other the houses surrounding the water tower. The tower itself was also now burning, though the flames were struggling with the contained water within the butt, dodging and hissing angrily as the water threw itself at them, trying to extinguish flames, even as they worked at consuming its wooden container.

She kicked the door to the small, one-room domicile wide open, and darted inside. In the hallway, the loud noises filling her ears made her knees buckle in shock. And she had to stagger over to one wall and put her hand up to support herself. Ahead of her against the wall opposite, the flames were raging, consuming everything in the kitchen/dining area. The oven was aflame, the sink cracked, the refrigerator, the wooden shelving for crockery, all of it was being consumed. The same was going on to the left, where that main water boiler was and the small bathroom and toilet. But the worse violence was taking place to her right on the nearer of the two single beds.

Cloud's mother Claudia had been stripped and pinned down on the bed, on all fours, by half a dozen Shinra infantrymen. And they were crowded around her, on her, inside her - slapping and punching and thrusting cruelly. It seemed to be a horrific amalgam of gangrape and beating.

Tifa quickly started to work out how to get the men off Cloud's mother, already recognising that there were too many of them and not enough time while the fire was raging, closing in, all the while consuming oxygen and replacing it with thick, cloying smoke, which even now was covering the low ceiling of the Strife’s small home.

And then there was a heavy bang from behind. And Tifa felt, rather than saw, the smashed planks of the front door burst past her, to be instantly absorbed and consumed by the flames at the opposite side of the room. She spun around and saw a huge human shadow blocking the view of the outside, filling the doorway. The upper half of the shadow's head was physically blocked from view, taller than the height of the doorframe. Huge meaty shoulders proved to be wider than the doorframe's width. However, the shadow bent and shifted his shoulders until he fitted through the rectangular space and stepped into the room.

It was Barret Wallace, big and angry and a sight for sore eyes. With his left hand he reached for Tifa and took her tiny gloved hand in his shovel sized one, while his right arm, which at the elbow became a massive multi-barrelled chain-gun, a long, segmented metal belt-magazine slung from the breech and receded to a huge cylindrical drum, fixed to Barret's back.

He aimed at the bed as a black and yellow stripped latch on the side of the massive, wicked-looking gun locked down and then the rotary-chain started to ratchet and then spin, faster and faster, and along with it the barrels started to spin as well, filling the room with a loud, electronic whirring rattle that quickly grew deafening. It even drowned out the roaring of the all-consuming flames, the gurgling, gagging noises from Cloud's mother and the six-strong orchestra of lustful grunting from the Shinra rapists.

And then the trigger clicked on and the gun opened up, continual and hyper-fast, four-hundred rounds-per-minute concussive thunder of shells loaded and fired, along with the chiming musical clatter of spent brass hitting the floor tiles. The deafening din filled Tifa's ears while the staccato flashing of sun-bright muzzle bursts practically burned her corneas.

She turned to the bed in time to see the corpses of the Shinra troops literally falling apart under the kinetic onslaught, long sprays of thick blood burst in all directions, fountaining thickly from everyone on the bed. Limbs fell away, dismembered torsos falling apart, internal organs - equally perforated and massacred - disintegrated and splattered onto the bedding and the floor. The massacre continued until there was nothing left but a gory mess of pink and red coating the perforated mattress. Inextricably, Cloud's mother was nowhere to be seen beneath the bullet pulped piles of gore.

And then they were running. Barret gripping Tifa’s wrist firmly, they sprinted across the inferno of fire and murder that was the village square, Meiday's and Dan's mothers and sister being raped right there on the smouldering fire-blackened earth.

Barret led her down the narrow alley between the London Inn and the hotel, down a flight of steps to another alley around the back of the hotel, and then through a heavy wooden door. Tifa shoved herself up into the corner of the little, open to the sky, brick hexagon they had found themselves in while Barret locked and bolted the door behind them.

Amazed to be alive and free, Tifa was suddenly supremely horny. The heat of the murderous Shinra flames, the stark fear, the violence and murder all around them, and even the little glimpses of rape she had seen through windows and open doors had done something to her. Maybe it was the closeness to death demanding sensations that reflected life?

Moaning and shivering in her desire, she grabbed Barret by the hot barrels of his gun-arm and without a word, spun him around to face her. The need was apparent in her face and was already reflected in his.

They came together hard, wanton. Though as he was so much taller than Tifa he had to actually pick her up and cradle her in his left arm, so she sat on his forearm, helping to support herself by scissoring her legs around his waist. They kissed, hot, horny. Their tongues coming together, writhing. She felt the heat of his sweat-slick skin against hers and it warmed and reassured her and upped her sense of sexual need, she groaned into his open mouth, voicing her desire.

The second their mouths parted, Tifa leaned back and hauled up the elastic front of her plain white vest-top, leaving it as a concertina-folded band across her upper chest, and revealing her huge teenage breasts for his pleasure. His deep guttural groan at the sight of her made Tifa practically gush into her skimpy white underwear and he buried his face into the softness of her bosom with another heart-skipping groan of desire.

Tifa reached between her legs to awkwardly feel for and then tug at the button fastenings of Barret's dark green canvas trousers. She wanted his cock, that deep, glistening purple-tipped mahogany truncheon that she just knew would be as long and thick as her forearm.

She managed to get the top two buttons of his fly worked free, exquisitely aware of the hot lump of hardness beneath the fabric. And then she had a minor shock as the sheer weight of the shaft forced the other three buttons to pop open under pressure and the immensity that she had imagined levered itself free.

Barret was busy sucking her nipples, gorging himself on breasts that were the only part of Tifa that came close to matching his own considerable magnitude. Although when he felt her tiny hand encircle the root of his pleasure-pulsing shaft, he let out a rumbling groan that reverberated right through Tifa's breasts and almost kicked her own building orgasm into overdrive.

At that moment Tifa knew she couldn't wait, she needed him inside her, stretching her to the limit, pulverising her into complete joyous submission with that huge dark fleshed hardness. And she slid down his body, untangling herself from him until they were once against two separate entities.

She hurriedly tore off her brown hide miniskirt and tossed it to the ground, barely able to control her own movements, shaking with her own desire. Then she wriggled out of the matching waistcoat and the rucked-up vest-top as if she was escaping a straight-jacket. All the while, half-filling her attention, she watched Barret out of the corner of her eye, as he stripped off his own earthen coloured sleeveless jacket and then fought to yank his trousers off over his huge military boots.

He stood before her for a moment, lit up by moonlight and fire. And he looked like a gleaming dark colossus. Statuesque in his natural beauty. He was indeed the quintessential stereotype, huge with bulging muscles of immense strength and power, and as Tifa had expected, hung like a Behemoth with testicles the size of apples suspended between his thighs.

They came together again with a raw, mindless hunger, animalistic in their mutual need. Kissing hotly, both moaned with a powerful, vocal lust.

Barret slung his gun-arm under Tifa's perfect peach of a naked ass, hauling her up off her feet again, the still warm barrels sending extra waves of pleasure into her pulsing loins. His human hand cupped and squeezed a breast, which filled his huge palm perfectly. Making Tifa's moans pitch upwards with her bubbling pleasure.

Their tongues laved while both Tifa's hands worshipped the thickness of his huge, scalding hot lance. However, in mere moments she was wriggling to be released again and he allowed her to slide back down off the barrels of his gun to her feet. She spun around, searching, spotted a couple of heavy wooden crates and leaned forward over them, looking back at him, pleading, offering Barret her perfect ass.

He walked up to it, claiming it as his with a big grasping hand. And then, assured she was already lubricated enough for his girth, her juices literally dripping down onto the stone flags under their feet, he pushed the blunt, hefty crown of his cock between the swollen lips of her delicate pussy. And then, enjoying the long guttural groan she released at the touch of his hard hotness against her, he drove into her tiny body with a smooth, though insistent driving penetration that had Tifa crying out loudly in sheer physical delight.

His thrusts were hard and deep, though controlled. Her pussy walls stretched to the limit with each and every thrust. Her cervix stretched and forced to accommodate him, and it resulted in a sheer almost overwhelming physical joy.

Tifa was never going to last long with the state she was in, and in fact within the first dozen of his pile-driver thrusts, she climaxed loud and long. Her unfurling orgasm blasted a back-wash of her pressurised juices all over his sweat-sheening groin, and adding an extra layer of lubrication. Her sudden and vocal tumult added degrees of hardness and excitement to her huge lover and he responded by increasing his thrusting pace and power.

She could feel his increasing thrusts affecting them both. Another orgasm was already birthing from the warm vestiges of the previous one, while Barret's laboured hoarse breaths, and increasingly hard and erratic thrusting pace revealed his own imminently impending release.

However, Tifa was momentarily distracted by a movement out of the corner of her eye and she turned her head and looked into the pitch-black shadow to her right where a wall should be. Instead, there stood Zangan, barely visible. Little more than a series of moonlit highlights - on the profile line of his face, the silvery wisps in his swept-back hair and tidy beard, the obtuse angular line of his thick neck and the smooth curve of his broad powerful shoulders. The profile line shifted subtly, even as she recognised what she was seeing, and Tifa realised that it was his smile that had abruptly faded as she had caught sight of him. And as she stared across at him, her pleasure momentarily tainted, his moonlit visage began to fade away into the blackness of the all-encompassing shadows. And then he was no more.

“You lost me.” She whispered sadly to the departed shadow.

And then, snatching Tifa back to her reality, Barret roared. Once again, the Behemoth in human form. He started to cum, his thrusts erratic and mindlessly passion-fuelled. And Tifa felt scalding hot eruptions, a dozen or more, blasting hard into her pulsing uterus, slapping whip-like against her most sensitive flesh.

Zangan now forgotten, Tifa’s second climax abruptly detonated in response to Barret's spurting cum. And she squealed again and again as her own mindless pleasure took her right out of her body and up to a place of pure unimagined pleasure.
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