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GF 101	By : Xax Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4417 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: YEAH WOW SORRY. SIX MONTHS. I probably should have finished this earlier or worked on it harder or something like that. But it's done now! I hope you enjoy! ...yeah, sorry. I'll try to have the next chapter out in a more reasonable time frame.
This is the chaper with Cerberus. I think all applicable warnings can be easily extrapolated from that.
Galbadia Garden was empty when they arrived. The grounds were absolutely deserted, and the only sounds from the inside were the howls of monsters, released from the training area.
They knew Sorceress Edea was somewhere inside, and so they made their way forward � himself, with Selphie and Irvine flanking him. He supposed he was the SeeD Commander now more than ever: directing the mercenary army to fulfill its true mission of combating the Sorceress. He still wasn't sure he was up to it. He still wasn't sure what being up to it meant.
The doors of the Garden were mostly sealed, forcing them to wander through tortuous spirals and loop-back hallways; the few unlocked doors opened onto empty rooms. There was probably a more efficient way of searching than this, but for once Squall didn't know what it would be.
It was more luck than skill that had them in the right hallway at the right time. There was a scraping noise from behind one of the doors, like furniture being moved, and all three of them went on alert, eyes tracking to the door the noise had come from.
The stepped in front of the door and Squall signaled silently to Irvine and Selphie, and as a coordinated unit Irvine kicked down the door and moved in, Selphie and Squall a half-second behind.
The room was one of the student dorms, and currently contained one terrified but stoic student. He looked over at them, hands raised. "Please don't kill me! I'm not your enemy!" he said, in a rather tense voice. "The Army stormed in here and took over the place. They kicked most of the students out." He looked over them, briefly. "You came to fight the sorceress, right? You should take that," he said, and gestured towards something lying on his desk. A key card. "We locked as many doors as we could to try and stop the Army. I don't know where they are," and here he swallowed and looked close to tears, "but my two friends should be around somewhere with the other keycards."
Squall nodded to Irvine, who took the keycard from the desk. Squall looked back at the kid, who had to be 16 or 17. Just about ready to try for the SeeD exam, if the Galbadian rules were anything like Balamb's. He tried to think of something reassuring to say, something to keep his spirits up. "Thanks," he said, coming up blank. Hopefully that had sounded short and concise instead of weird and awkward. Hopefully they looked like experienced SeeDs who knew what they were doing, and not a motley collection of gawky teenagers only a little older than the student. "Let's go," Squall said, and left.
He was pretty sure Irvine and Selphie were exchanging glances behind him, as usual, as they walked through the echoing hallways. He'd passed by a few key-locked doors on the way there, meandering through the Garden, and he traced his path back, trying the keycard at each one.
The third door opened up directly onto the central plaza, with a higher mezzanine ringing directly above them. Except perched in the very center of the large room was a huge monster: a mutant, deformed dog. Immensely huge, and its ears perked up at the sound of the door whirring open. Its head � three heads, Squall saw with a shock of horror � swung up and focused on them as it turned to face them.
Squall was already stepping back through the door, coming up against Selphie and Irvine retreating more slowly. But then the monster lunged at them and there was a moment of extreme excitement. Squall remembered yelling commands at the top of his lungs as Irvine dived to one side, shrieking. Irvine managed to clamber up the stairway to their right just as the dog tore through the doorway like it was made from tissue paper, the thin metal rending with a shriek.
He and Selphie turned tail and ran back the way they came, feet pounding against the linoleum. There was a rending crash from behind, and he ventured a glance, only to see the monster racing down the hallway towards them, eyes glowing, tongues lolling, and sparks flying from the armored plates on its shoulders as they scraped against the walls.
They were coming up on a cross intersection, and he glanced over at Selphie. "We should split up!" he yelled over the noise of crashing metal and tearing floor behind them. "It can only chase one of us!"
Selphie didn't look particularly happy with that plan, and to be honest neither did Squall � interesting did not even begin to cover the experience the person being chased would have.
"If it goes after me, follow the trail it makes!" he yelled, "meet up with Irvine if you can!"
Selphie nodded resolutely, mid-stride, and not a half-second later they hit the intersection. She came down on her left foot, abruptly kicked off at a ninety degree angle and was gone down the right hallway almost instantly.
Squall prepared to do roughly the same thing, but his boot slipped across the smooth floor, just enough for him to completely lose his balance and slam him into a wall. He went down practically on all fours for a second, dazed and confused as the monster crashed closer. He stumbled to his feet, drew an aching breath, and dashed down the corridor, in the opposite direction Selphie had gone.
Unexpectedly, and probably because his slip had cost him almost all of his lead, the monster went after him. Its claws scrabbled against the tiles as it followed in close pursuit. Squall could feel its breath against his back, and the floor trembled under his feet as the monster pounded close behind him, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.
Squall ran as fast as he could, feet flying over the dirty linoleum completely irrespective of his brain yelling and screaming. There was just some deep-down reflexive action for when being chased by something huge with slavering teeth: he ran. The wide, lofty corridors of Galbadia Garden were probably both convenient and easy to look at, but they were a distinct handicap when being chased by a gigantic demon dog; every single branch was wide enough for the monster chasing him to fit through easily, and even on all fours it had to be twice his height.
All the corridor doors, which lead to presumed safety or at least a dangerous situation that wasn't being chased by a huge, slavering monster, were closed. He had absolutely no confidence that he had enough lead to take the time to struggle with opening a potentially-locked door.
Finally, just as his muscles were starting to burn rather than just ache, something wonderful came into view around the gentle curve of the corridor: a pair of swinging doors, wide but not as wide as the monster's shoulders, invitingly a half-inch open already. Squall lunged, teeth snapping at his heels, and crashed through the doors, followed immediately by one of the monster's heads, the other two far too wide to fit through. There was a crash as the monster slammed into the hallway wall, its other two heads cracking violently against the wall on either side of the door.
Squall inadvisedly looked back over his shoulder, then skidded and fell as he ran straight onto what turned out to be a frozen skating rink. The monster snapped and snarled at him, its burning yellow eyes tracking his every movement, but after a second it withdrew, and the heavy doors flapped shut after it.
Squall kept panting, shakily getting to his feet. His entire body was trembling with adrenaline and his legs burned from the effort of running. He staggered across the ice to the far door, not once taking his eyes off the doors behind him, where he could still vaguely see moving, interlocking shapes through the translucent panes in the door.
It was with a crash followed by a roar in three parts as the monster tore through the wall. Massive chunks of plaster and wood shredded as debris flew everywhere. Half the wall tore apart as the monster's huge heads and broad shoulders pushed through the gap. Squall started so hard he slipped again, and went slowly spinning across the frictionless ice.
The monster shook all three of its heads, ears flopping back and forth, shaking off chunks of rubble as it walked entirely into the large room. Squall jerked, rushing as fast as he could towards the far doors, but once fully inside the room the monster slammed a paw to the ground with a rumble like an earthquake, and a shining, sparking barrier rose up across both the far doors and the gaping hole in the wall it had just made, blocking out all sight of the hallways beyond.
It made a horrible, choking noise, like a howl mixed together with a cough, make all the worse because it did it with all three mouths, and the sound carried on for a long time, warbling and hacking, before its throats closed. Squall was busy at least trying to get up onto the bleacher seating, one on either side of the wide rink, and it wasn't until he'd scrambled up onto the wood he realized it had said, "Enough running."
The huge monster padded slowly towards him, like it knew there was no reason to be hasty now that he was pinned in the room. All three of its tongues were lolling out of its mouths, and it was panting all out of time with itself, creating a raucous dissonance.
It made that horrible sound again, really sounding like it was choking on a bone this time, and Squall's mind translated faster, coming up with "Clever."
"All your tricks just delay the inevitable," it said, and it only took Squall a few seconds to decipher it, except now it was getting really, super incredibly uncomfortably close. "It is pathetic, that you run and dive instead of using the power you have within you." By that time, it was actually standing in front of him, glaring down at him with six eerie, glowing yellow eyes.
Which, thankfully, was where Squall wanted it. He didn't feel the need to monologue about it, he just released the final tether on his summon and let Leviathan crash outwards.
He was gone away, his body and mind banished back within the mind of the GF, the only sensation reaching him the feeling of water rushing over him, of water pouring out of him, all of its currents and eddies surging together into a massive tidal roar.
He came back as the summon faded, a bodiless pair of eyes observing as the coils of Leviathan faded. The water tore outwards, crashing over the rink to shatter it into a hundred teetering ice floes, cracked into even smaller pieces as the wave cascaded across the floor and rebounded against the walls. The dog had gotten caught up in the main force of it and slammed against the far bleachers, shattering them into little more than kindling.
He reappeared as the summon vanished altogether, and quickly scrabbled up the remaining set of bleachers � Leviathan had left the room flooded up to his waist with saltwater, and the strange barriers around the doors were apparently waterproof. Chunks of ice teetered back and forth on top of the churning water, with bits of flotsam from the destroyed bleachers bobbing against them. The summon had left behind muddy, swampy plants too: a cluster of weedy cattails bobbed forlornly next to the bleachers, and there were lily pads scattered across the length of the room.
"It was pretty foolish for the Galbadians to set a GF up as a guard against SeeD," Squall said, not entirely above gloating monologues when he was the one doing them. "We've had extensive training on combat versus things like you."
The demon dog snarled as it got to its feet, shaking its heads back and forth. Squall stooped down, letting his fingers trail through the water covering the floor, already pulling up a lightning spell.
"Yes," the monster said with two heads, almost in unison. "It certainly was foolish for the Galbadians to summon a GF, unjunctioned, to the main hall. Without any support. With most of its abilities sealed, even." It chuckled, sounding like it was choking on three bones at once. "Why, such a GF would almost surely be defeated and be used against the Galbadian Army." It waded closer though the water, sloshing near chest-deep as it stepped into the deeper water where the rink had been. "I can't imagine what the Galbadian SeeDs were thinking, using a tactic like that."
Squall just gaped as the dog trudged through the swampy water, brushing away some left-over waterlilies and cattails. "You mean..." he said, and then trailed off.
The demon dog � in retrospect, fairly obviously a GF � laughed again. "I bet you are rethinking your tactics, are you not? Hn. You ought to remember this, when someone next asks you why Guardian Forces don't respect humans." It trudged closer through the deep water. "It is because you are all stupid and shortsighted." It shrugged, an absurd expression that involved ducking its heads down and pawing at the water. "But enough talk. I am the Guardian Force called recently 'Cerberus', and we have a token battle to finish, before I can join you."
Squall's brow furrowed. "But, wait. I've gotten a lot of GFs without having to fight�" he stopped abruptly, a flush spreading across his face.
"Have you," Cerberus said, chuckling. "I could tell." He paced forward through the water, until his central head was right in front of him, staring at him with his blank, glowing eyes. "Let me ask you this, then: would you prefer that kind of claiming? I'd be willing either way, although..." he smirked, a surreal expression to see on a dog's face, and looked up and down Squall's frame. "You're kind of scrawny. And small."
"Um," Squall said.
"Clearly you're somewhat skilled, or else you never would have gotten this far to begin with," Cerberus said, his voice even more rough and grating this close up. His breath wafted out across him as he spoke, smelling of dog.
Cerberus took another step forward and the bleachers groaned under his weight. His mouth (or one of them) was right in front of him, full of sharp teeth Squall could see in flashes as the dog spoke. "But I feel that it would be... unseemly to just join you without testing you against my abilities... inferior as they are right now."
Squall felt bodiless again, surreally watching himself slowly lift a hand and press it against Cerberus' central head. He could feel the ache of arousal in the pit of his stomach, flaring and roiling like something was tugging at his insides. He knew, critically, that what he ought to do was finish the fight: Selphie and Laguna were still out there, probably still separated, and they were gathered together for no less a task than fulfilling SeeD's mission of defeating the Sorceress.
But at the same time it seemed impossible for him to draw his hand back from Cerberus' hide. It was almost scaled, fur only in shaggy patches, and thick, rough skin beneath that. Soaking wet, of course, and hot enough he swore he could feel humid air boiling off his body. Cerberus' other heads were looking at him as he ran his hands through the scruffy patches of fur between his strange, forked necks.
"That's good," Cerberus said with his left head, and Squall jolted back in surprise at the voice coming from almost behind him. Cerberus laughed with all his heads, then, mocking.
There was a deep growl rumbling up from Cerberus' chest as Squall ran his hands along his head and necks, feeling across the bizarre anatomy of his muscled shoulders. He felt less hesitant, or at least that's how he acted. He couldn't make up his mind about what to do, and so now low, sub-conscious part of him made up his mind for him. He stepped forward again, between two of Cerberus' heads, and reached out with both hands, trailing down across his barrel chest. His fur was thicker there, and shaggier. It ran in reddish stripes, tangled in dripping hanks.
Cerberus growled again and stepped forward, almost bowling Squall backwards. Somewhere at the ends of the bleachers he heard a sharp crack, and the wood beneath them sagged and twisted as Cerberus climbed up the staggered seats. His claws scraped across the wood and left huge gouges behind.
Squall stumbled backwards and further up in almost even time, ending up sprawled out uncomfortably on two separate levels, between Cerberus' front paws. He was practically pinned under Cerberus, and he looked up, blinking in surprise when he saw two of his heads staring down at him, his eyes firmly fixed on his body.
"Uh," Squall said, probably planning on saying something, but Cerberus cut him off before he could get any further.
"Take off your clothes," he said, voice a little more grating than before.
Squall thought he had an extremely surprised expression on his face. He felt surprised. Cerberus laughed at him again, the sound just as horrible close up; Cerberus' chest rumbled against him.
At this point, it was entirely routine to strip in weird places. The bizarre structure of these scenarios was a comfort: talk to the GF, strip, fuck. He pulled off his jacket and undershirt and tossed them higher up on the bleachers, hoping the whole structure wouldn't collapse before they finished. Cerberus' eyes tracked him, his mouths leering as he reached for his belts. Squall almost didn't feel nervous this time.
"It's been a long time since I've done this," Cerberus said, like he was talking to himself. He spoke again, with a different head. "It can be an... enjoyable method of finding a master."
Squall kicked his boots off without thinking, thankfully hearing only the clatter against the wood and not a splash from either of them falling into the water. He arched his hips up and tugged off his pants and underwear, wet and sticking to his skin. Cerberus growled again, his chest rumbling against Squall's body, and pressed against him. Cerberus almost knocked him back as he ground his barrel check against his body as Squall balled up his clothes and tossed them up alongside his jacket.
"Good," Cerberus said, and then after a brief pause "Further down. Slide down."
Squall looked down and swallowed, unable to really see anything other than Cerberus' stomach and his own legs. Cerberus' fur was long and tangled already, between his front legs, and the further back along his underbelly it got, the longer and more tangled it got.
Squall slowly shimmied down, clattering across the rows of bleachers below him, his hands sliding through the rough, long fur of his underbelly. His foot connected with one of Cerberus' hind legs and the dog let out a growly sound, and Squall couldn't tell if it was of annoyance, humor, arousal, or what.
Abruptly his foot made contact with the heavy, hot lump of his genitals between his legs, and Cerberus sucked in a breath like a gasp as Squall slid down beside it. It spread out hugely between his legs, his cock inside a massive bloated tube, bigger than his own body. His balls hung back behind that, massive and loose enough they rested on the bleacher seats. They were huge and oblong; his ballsack was lightly furred and thickly veined. It looked grotesque.
Squall abruptly slid down a seat, leaving him practically at eye level with Cerberus' immense dangling sheath, still limp and closed, a long tangle of grey fur above it, damp and partly matted against his stomach. Cerberus smelled like wet dog. It was oppressively humid lying beneath him. His body heat was drying himself off, slowly, even as droplets of water still dripped from his long, tangled fur.
Squall wasn't really sure what do to here; Cerberus was just so huge that he wasn't sure if he could even jerk him off, and facing some weird sheathed internal cock he really had no clue what to do. With a weird sense of resolve he reached out a hand and gently touched the rim of Cerberus' sheath.
Cerberus growled above him, his huge chest reverberating slightly as Squall slid his hand across his body. It was fiercely hot to the touch, and oddly soft. The very rim of his sheath was almost hairless; he could see mottled, splotched skin through his sparse fur.
He circled the rim of it, then failing anything else do to he reached into the thick folds of skin, pushing through his heated, damp skin until almost his entire arm was stuck inside, where he touched something inside him. Cerberus let out a sound somewhere between a bark and a howl and slammed one of his front paws down; the bleacher made another alarming snapping sound as a row higher up sagged down.
It was hot inside his sheath, and wet. The... thing he was touching, what Squall figured could only be his dick, lurched at his touch. He still wasn't too sure about what he should do, so he dragged his arm back until he only had it in to the forearm. He felt around the inside of his sheath, tracing across the tight, slick flesh of the inner wall, and Cerberus snorted and howled again above him. He had no clue what that signified. But the furry sheath bulged and shifted against his body, and from deeper he could feel Cerberus' flesh stretch and part.
He reached back into him and his hand collided unexpectedly with his cock only elbow-deep in. Cerberus growled and snarled again and his cock slowly pressed further out, almost pinning his arm inside as it pushed tightly past. Squall yanked his arm out, slick and smelling of musk, and looked up to see the bright red tip of Cerberus' dick push out of his sheath.
Squall just gaped at first. Even just barely hard, the tip of it was bigger than his head, and it thickened further as more pushed out. There was something like a dimple at the very tip, and as he stared he saw a thick silvery drop of fluid seep out. The cock bulged out, dim wrinkled skin stretching taut, looking about to split apart and burst, and even then more cock kept pushing out. The heavy droplet of fluid on the tip broke and slid down to the underside, dripping down in a long, fat string until it snapped and hit the bleachers with a loud, wet smack.
Squall reached up, slowly, like he wasn't sure what was going to happen, and pressed his slick, musky hand against the head of Cerberus' dick, along the glistening trail still slowly pouring precome. Cerberus tensed and roared again, and another fat rope of precome spurted out of his cock, part of it catching across Squall's chest. It was hot to the touch and thickly viscous; it slid slowly down his sides until it finally dripped in huge drops to the bleacher seat beneath him.
His cock was huge already, and it surged out of his sheath even more, until the tip had gone from pressing against his legs to sandwiched thickly between his chest and Cerberus' belly. Wet streams of precome ran down along the tip, dripping onto his chest and rolling down his sides. It grew further, pressing out against his head, and he opened his mouth and pressed his tongue against the side of his massive cockhead.
Cerberus tasted rank and foul, his watery precome bitter and acrid in equal measure. Squall pulled back, grimacing, but he couldn't get the taste out of his mouth. As if to add insult, Cerberus' cock spat out a wet string of precome across his face, shooting in a line across his lips and dribbling into his nose, and abruptly all he could smell or taste, drowning out even the seawater and wet dog, was the bitter, slimy precome.
Squall grimaced, instinctively spitting to get the taste out of his mouth, but it was still there, cloying and gross. It didn't fade so much as mellow slightly as his brain started filtering out everything but the salt tang in the back of his mouth. Cerberus thrust his cock, the various parts of the bleacher making ominous creaking sounds as he shifted the weight on his paws, and Squall opened up again, lapping along the side of his immense cockhead.
The shaggy fur of Cerberus' underbelly scrubbed against Squall's head as he leaned back slightly, the still-growing erection effectively pinning him to the bleacher seats. It was as big as he was, as long as his entire body and thicker around than his chest was wide. Just his cockhead was bigger around than his torso, and as Squall tentatively reached out to grasp the sides of his bloated shaft the dimpled hole at the tip opened wide and a heavier gout of precome shot out, slapping against the side of his head. Squall flinched back, squinting with one eye open as precome dripped down the side of his face, and grabbed at the damp, heated sides of Cerberus' cock, not entirely sure what he should � or could � do. It was just so absurdly huge.
Leaning forward, Squall licked at the underside of his cockhead, grimacing again at the foul taste. He licked up the sloped point of it, past the dimpled hole, until he was lapping across the upper rim of his cockhead, the pointed tip of it jabbing against his neck. Cerberus growled above and behind him, and Squall wasn't sure if that was good or not until his cock shot out a particularly thick streamer of precome across his neck. Squall jerked back, surprised, and it snapped its connecting webs from the head of Cerberus' dick and slapped down on his neck to slowly ooze down to his chest. Squall touched the thick slime gingerly, kind of inwardly amused and disgusted that he could catalog various forms of thick, stringy precome from the other GFs he'd already had sex with. Cerberus' pre was thick and tightly cohesive, slug-like as it slowly oozed down his neck, but before he could get too involved in mentally filing it Cerberus' cock twitched in front of his face and above him, he made a less pleased-sounding growl. Or what Squall assumed was a less pleased-sounding growl; it certainly sounded different from the one before.
His sense of taste was more aggressively filtering out Cerberus' precome, thankfully, and it just tasted bitter and vaguely metallic, devoid of the rich layers of organic rankness he'd tasted before. Squall lapped across the upper rim of his cockhead again, and got another thick rope of precome shot across his neck for his efforts, followed by a slight increase in the thin, watery precome dripping out of his cockhead. Squall licked in a broad stripe along the underside of Cerberus' cock and pulled back just in time to get a third heavy, jiggling rope of come across his face, thick enough that he could actually pull it off and let it fall to the bleacher slats with a wet smack.
Squall turned his head aside as he ran his hands across Cerberus' cockhead and shaft, a few more slugs of precome shooting over his shoulder to hit the bleachers with soggy smacking noises. It was kind of gross, but he was almost getting... acclimated to it. At least Cerberus' gigantic, blood-red, thickly veined cock seemed a little less gross and a little more hot. Even the metal-and-rank taste of his come was... not good or even acceptable, but enough for him to realize he was getting hard himself, as he ran his hands across the heated, bulging shaft of Cerberus' cock as watery precome drizzled out across his chest, interrupted occasionally by the shots of thicker, mucus-like precome. That was still pretty gross.
But Squall slid down, completely sandwiching himself between the bleachers and the human-sized cock above him, his face grinding against the underside of his cockhead, precome streaming down into his face. His own cock was rock hard, grinding against Cerberus' shaft lower down, and he thrust against it, grinding against the huge mass of cock with his entire body, his arms wrapped tight just past the rim of his cockhead.
Cerberus' cock jerked in his grasp, and it was strong enough to make him lurch upwards and then come back hard against the bleachers, enough force to knock the breath from his lungs and make him spend a moment gasping and spluttering while precome ran down across his face. Squall slid down further, down half a bleacher step so that his upper body was recessed a little from Cerberus' huge cock. His bare feet were finally close enough to touch his bloated sheath, and that was when he really got a grasp of just how big he was. Not just person-sized, but bigger than that by half as much. It was so absurdly colossal it seemed laughable; a cock the size of a particularly huge person.
It would have been more laughable if he hadn't found himself being really turned on by it. He'd figured he'd kind of dealt with his weird GF-related desires, but evidently his sexuality was always waiting to spring something new on him. His cock was rock hard even though he hadn't touched it since he stripped. Now that he was grinding, breathless, against the sides of Cerberus' immensely huge cock, he was getting turned on. The air under Cerberus was humid and smelled of wet dog, and dimly Squall wondered if he could use brain damage caused by lack of oxygen as an excuse for being so ridiculously turned on before his somewhat more rational mind pointed out that there wasn't anyone there to be disgusted by him.
He still flushed red when he tightened his hold on Cerberus' cock, pressing his body against it again, and opened his mouth wide to kiss along its red, veined length, slick with precome. It still tasted gross; that was actually some consolation; but he slid down further, until he was almost trapped under his immense balls again. Near his sheath, his shaft bulged out, extra fleshy chambers pressing outward and making his cock look even more like some twisted internal organ, red and internal and bulging in weird, inhuman ways.
His sheath was taut, short stiff hairs scattered across the very rim of it, over the mottled grey skin, and the hair got more and more dense across the length of it until it was a shaggy mess where it actually met his hind legs. Below that, his balls hung down, each one alone probably enough to crush someone to death if Cerberus really tried, and together they were a massive lumpy thing, his sack loose enough that the balls themselves rested against the creaking bleachers.
He reached out to the thick, leathery skin and scrubbed his hand across Cerberus' lightly furred balls. A loud, wet splatter from behind him told him that Cerberus had liked that, at least, so he rubbed harder, across his huge ballsack and sheath. Cerberus growled and snapped his teeth, more wet gushing, splattering noises sounding from his cock. His sheath was pliant enough for him to jerk it back and forth along the base of his shaft if he used both arms, his cock big enough that even with both arms he could only grasp his wrists around its base.
Squall's face pressed against the base of it, just past where it pushed out of his sheath, beneath the bloated chambers at the base. He smeared his face across the slimy, sticky shaft, lapping up his stringy, rank precome as it flowed down his cock in rivulets. He shimmied upwards, back towards the tip, and he couldn't even fit his arms around the bulge in his shaft. He tried jerking him off, vaguely, sliding his slippery arms back and forth around his shaft as he worked his way up, until he was clear of the bulge and he could links his arms together again.
There was a thick tube running along the base of Cerberus' cock, firm enough his chest pressed against it only dimpled slightly, and it pulsed out steadily as he slid his way back up his immense cock, driving the breath from his lungs each time. He took in wet, slobbery breaths, precome streaming down across his face and chest in increasing amounts the closer to the tip he got.
His knees knocked against the bulge at the base of Cerberus' cock and he howled, a particularly strong surge of his cock slamming Squall down against the bleachers. Looking up, he could see fat, heavy ropes of precome lance out the tip of his cock, completely covering the bleacher seats in a heavy coating. More streamed down the underside of his cock, coating his head and shoulders in the thick, goopy fluid. Squall clenched his knees around Cerberus' cock, like he was riding an animal, and he howled again, his cock lurching up and down and slamming him back against the bleachers with enough force to bruise. A wet flood of precome slid down across his body a few seconds later, covering him even more completely than before.
Squall inched his way up the immense cock, keeping his body locked tightly around the shaft. His own cock ground against Cerberus', the throb of the demon dog's heartbeat through his cock strong enough to squeeze his bloated flesh around his cock, massaging it with each beat. Squall arched back and ground his cock hard against Cerberus as his arms finally closed around the underside of his cockhead, the fat ridge hard and flared outward as his cock poured out precome by the bucket. His face was covered by the precome sluicing out of his cock, long strings of it sliding down his neck and shoulders and jiggling from his back.
Fully hard, Cerberus' cockhead was even more immense than before. The tip was an even darker red, almost purplish in hue, and the ridge of his cockhead was as thick as his hand was wide. His flesh was rock hard, and as Squall caressed over the bloated rim of his cock the dimple at the tip of his cock opened wide and let out another massive burst of precome, all of it splattering solidly against his chest with enough force to bruise. The heavy mass of precome splattered down across his body, coating his aching cock in layers of precome.
Squall couldn't even bring himself to jerk himself off, so busy rubbing his slick, slimy hands across Cerberus' cockhead. The smell of it was almost entirely filtered out, all he could smell and taste was the hot bleachy salt of it, completely pervading his senses. Cerberus growled again and his cock shot off another immense burst of fluid, and this time Squall slid his hand up across the flat, sloped tip of his cock and felt the puckered cockslit, slick with effluence.
He pushed against it tentatively and was almost surprised when it gave easily, admitting one of his fingers inside. It was so slick inside he hilted his finger automatically, his knuckles jarring against Cerberus' cockhead. Above him, the demon dog howled again, and his cockslit gaped open around his finger with a rubbery spurt as precome shot out around his hand in all directions. Squall gaped, spitting precome from his mouth as he braced himself against Cerberus' cock with his other hand, then wiggled his finger around.
Cerberus was growling and snapping at the air with all three heads as Squall gently slid his finger around the inside of his cock, then pulled it out. His cockslit remained gaping open for a brief moment, revealing the bright purplish-red flesh inside, before it closed with a slurp and a burble of precome. Squall slid his fingers around the hard curve of his cockhead, then nocked two of his fingers against the dimpled hole. It was almost shocking how easily his fingers fit inside, precome spurting out in loud, wet slurps around the uneven obstruction of his fingers. Squall slid his two fingers back and forth, the rest curled around his palm, their knuckles pressing against Cerberus' massive cockhead as he plunged his fingers in deep. Thick, stringy arcs of precome spurted out, webbing between his hand and Cerberus' cock, eventually snapping and splattering down across his chest.
This time, when his fingers slipped out they were followed immediately by a thick, heated blast of precome, all across his face and shoulders. He didn't even want to try and think about it; Squall just leaned forward and pressed his head against his immense, dark red cockhead, his face already smeared with precome as he lapped up more of the rank fluid, more of it slobbering out of his mouth as he desperately ground his cock against the immense shaft he was pinned against. His precome tasted as awful as it ever had, thick and chunky, with a taste like the worst parts of the smell of wet dog and old sweat mixed together, but it was... an acquired taste. Squall wasn't thinking about any of that; he was avoiding thinking about anything as he pressed his tongue flat against Cerberus' cockhead and licked upwards, the thick lather of his precome gathering on his tongue and overflowing across his cheeks.
His tongue ran over the fat dimple of his cockslit, more than a mouthful of precome blasting out across his lips and chin, and he pressed his face harder against that immense cock, his tongue pressing against the hole as his lips pursed against his hard, rigid flesh. He opened his mouth and precome shot in, splattering against the back of his mouth, and he almost choked before he swallowed. He licked across his spurting cockslit, pressing hard, and his tongue slipped into the opening, flooding his mouth with the heavy, rancid taste of his precome.
Cerberus' cockslit spread wide as he pressed his tongue inside, heavy bursts of precome spurting out across his face and down his neck, but he grasped the rim of his flared cockhead and pushed deeper, his cockslit spreading so wide his lips pushed in too, precome spraying across his face and up his nose, making him hold his breath until he had to pull back, gasping. The slight dimple of his cockslit had swollen to a broad circle, precome shooting out with enough force to sting as it hit his neck, and through the sloppy mess he slid his hands around and forward, until his fingers were curled around the tip, his fingertips just barely curling inside the wide opening.
He could barely believe he was about to do it, but his brain still felt suspended, left behind, and it didn't even feel like he thought about it or chose to do it when he pushed his hand forward. His fingers slipped up inside Cerberus' cockhead with the same effortless ease as before. His three heads all growled and roared above him, but it sounded like a good roar. More precome than he thought possible spurted out around his fingers, oozing hot and thick and slippery across his hand and down his wrist. He wiggled his fingers and pushed deeper, amazed at how easy his fingers fit inside.
Four fingers in and the crest of his hand pushed it practically without any effort, and when his thumb pressed against the side of his cockhead it seemed the plain thing to do to slide it up through the slick mess of precome and push it in alongside. His entire hand slipped in with bewildering ease. He could feel Cerberus' cock pulsing, the tight contractions of muscle from inside him that sent precome gushing up, spraying out in all directions around his hand. It was slick and hot inside, and he was absurdly acutely aware of the hair across his forearm sliding against the walls of his cock as his hand slipped deeper.
His mouth was hanging open, precome dripping from his chin as it sprayed across his face. His forearm was halfway in when it finally felt tight, Cerberus' cockslit open wide, the skin taut and red, shining, as it stretched around his forearm, until with a wet slurp and a massive gush of precome his arm slipped in to the elbow. Cerberus was panting above him, harsh choking noises as his breath rasped into his mouths. Squall wiggled his fingers and Cerberus lurched forward, his elbow smacking soundly against the pointed tip of his cock as he was driven back against the seating, a heavy plug of precome building up past his hand.
He could feel it, Cerberus' urethra bulging outward, his hand immersed in precome as it spurted and sluiced down along his arm, a wet dribble making its way past. His own cock was rock hard, grinding against the underside of Cerberus', and he could feel his urethra bulge on the outside too, bloating outward as his precome backed up. He thrust against it, grinding his cock against its groove, his entire body feeling slimy and slick, coated in his musky, rancid precome.
Squall couldn't keep going any longer; he wanted to come, too impatient to keep the agonizing haze of pleasure going for much longer. His cock was just a few touches away from coming, and Cerberus was close too, his tongues lolling out as he panted and thrust his hips, battering Squall against the cracked, sagging bleacher seats. His arm emerged from his cock with a wet slurp and a gush of precome, a sluggish wave of it pouring out across his chest, more than enough to completely cover his body in the slick, thick fluid.
He ground against the underside of Cerberus' cock, his cock smeared thickly with precome. He thrust shudderingly, his cock skewing along his bulging veins. He grasped hold of Cerberus' shaft, both arms needed to wrap around it, and jerked his entire body up and down the immense cock. His feet kicked against the swollen bulge near the base and he got another faceful of precome, just more heavy, rancid musk splattering into his mouth as he panted and moaned. His own voice sounded strange in his ears, not just in intonation but in timbre, harsher and more excited.
Squall pushed himself down Cerberus' cock, its immense head flared and drooling precome constantly. He wrapped his legs around the shaft, locking them around the swollen bulge at the base of his cock, and jerked his arms back and forth, moving his entire body around the cock. He was so close to coming, his cock thrusting against the bottom of the shaft, hot and slick, and he knew Cerberus was just as close. His entire body was coated in his foul precome and the smell hit him somewhere back in his sinuses, behind his nose. It wasn't nice, but it was hot, somehow, and he was almost turned on enough to not think of how he must look, flushed and naked and smeared in foul, thick clumping fluid, his cock flushed and red as he thrust against a cock bigger than he was.
He came with a wet gasp, spitting and almost coughing as he inhaled some of the precome flowing across his face. His cock shot off, his own load lost in the mess slicking down his body, but he still felt it spray across his stomach, or against Cerberus' cock in white flecks, the actual ejaculation over after a few spurts, but the flushed, euphoric feeling afterwards cascaded through him, every nerve feeling on fire, and it hadn't even started to ebb by the time Cerberus let out an off-key trio of howls and his cock jerked hard. He snarled and growled, paws crashing down on the remaining planks of bleacher seating and snapping them like twigs, both of them dropping down almost to water level.
His cock rocked back and forth, bobbing in mid-air, and Squall clung even tighter to it, all his body weight barely enough to pull it down slightly. The entire massive cock flared, the shaft swelling larger as the head snapped outward, the fat rim becoming thicker and wider. Cerberus came in ropes, come spraying out with a loud gurgle; Squall's head was just under the head of his cock. The first rope hit the wall behind them with a loud, wet smack, and after that it was a constant loud noise, wet and smacking or a loud patter as his load hosed into the water. Come drooled down his shaft and all across Squall from his spread-wide cockslit.
The bulge at the base of his cock flared out too, becoming a massive fat bulge, hard and hot, engorged with blood. It almost knocked Squall's legs loose and he clenched tighter, eliciting a shaking roar from Cerberus as his cock shot again with more force, gushing audibly from his distended cockslit. His entire cock jolted back from the recoil, bobbing up and down, and Squall got another faceful of come, a heavy, hanging rope of it smacking against the side of his face and drooling around to the back of his neck. He squeezed his legs again, locking his ankles together around the immense bulge, and Cerberus roared and snorted again, smacking at the water with one of his paws as his cock let out another huge blast of come, spraying into the water and up the wall, more of it hanging down from the tip of his cock to jiggle and stretch down slowly until it smacked against Squall's slick back and stuck.
Cerberus kept coming, his cock jerking and spraying, until Squall was just as thickly smeared with his come as he had been with his precome, and what had to be a dozen times that had completely missed him, shot into the water or against the wall, which was now a sluggish waterfall, come oozing down in slow streams. But his cock didn't soften at all, and his sprays of come were replaced with a constant stream of precome again, pouring start down with occasional shallow spurts when Squall would move, sending his cock swinging back and forth. He could feel the muscles in Cerberus' stomach and below his hips still twitch, shooting this thin, lathered precome in a constant stream.
Squall ground his softening cock against Cerberus' and looked to the side, blinking multiple times until he could actually open his eyes, lashes frosted over with come. He clambered off his cock and onto the wrecked bleachers. His hands and arms were dripping with a slurry of come and precome � his entire body was � and trying to brush it off only made it smear more, so he settled for squinting as come ran down his face. Cerberus was panting with all three heads, standing still in the water as his cock spurted still. It was hard to believe he'd really been wrapped around it; it was bloated huge, and the bulge at the base looked obscenely large. It was wreathed up and down in thick clumps of come, stuck across the bright red and veined length in smeared waves.
Squall had to catch his breath, swallowing repeatedly until the inside of his mouth didn't feel sticky and thick. Cerberus seemed to notice him then, although with only one head. The closest swung up to look at him. His eyes were half-lidded, and even the burning yellow glow seemed dimmer, flickering.
"Well done," he said, and for once Squall could actually hear what he was saying as he said it. "I much prefer this to the standard fight." He looked Squall up and down, and Squall fought the urge to blush as he stared at his cock, turgid and half-hard between his legs. Even after fucking � even after fucking the way they had � it seemed more intimate somehow to just look at each other naked, flushed and sweaty than to actually fuck.
Cerberus lumbered closer to him, sloshing waves of cloudy water, glistening threads of his half-dissipated come visible as his paws stirred up the settled muck. "I suppose I'll join you, then," he said, and butted his nose against Squall's chest with enough force to send him sprawling backwards onto the sloped and sagging boards. When he got up, Cerberus was already half-gone, translucent. "There's a shower room," he said with a flick of his shaggy head, showering Squall with droplets of sweat, or water, or who knew what, that had gathered across his body. "You might find it a good idea to make use of it before rejoining your companions," he said with a final smirk, before he faded away and the growing tingle of a new junction surged into an electric jolt, the feeling as disturbingly erotic as all of his junctions had been recently.
He staggered to the locker room, leaving behind a dribbled trail of come, and mindlessly washed himself, jerking off twice, arcing and shuddering as he replayed what had just happened. Except it was 'replaying', it was as if his mind was stuck in a loop, endlessly going over and over again across it, so recent he felt like he was practically reliving every touch, every wet trickle of Cerberus' foul come across his body. He finally shut the water off and slumped forward against the wall, hands working against his erect, aching cock as he came again, load dribbling out across his hand and dripping to the floor. He swallowed thickly, unable to stop thinking about it.
He could at least walk steadily on his way out, to the wreck of the bleachers where his clothes were waiting, all thankfully unharmed, if slightly wet. He tugged his damp underwear back on, desperately wanting to sprawl out across the broken boards and jerk off again, his body shuddering and aching as he breathed in the lingering stench Cerberus had left behind, but he kept dressing, even as his cock stiffened and he flushed hot all across his face.
His clothes stuck to his skin, and he already felt flushed and sweaty in the swamplike humidity. But sweaty was better than coated in Cerberus' come. He schooled his face, his blush slowly receding as he trudged through the muddy slick left across the floor, skirting the edge of the silty pond where the ice rink had been.
He... well, he had a mission to accomplish. He had to find Irvine and Selphie, and after everything was done he could afford to think more about... about what had happened. His cock was awkward inside his pants, half-hard and chafing against his damp underwear, but he struggled to ignore it. He didn't really want to own up to how he'd just spent who knew how long fucking a gigantic monster thing instead of being a responsible SeeD Commander, and so he didn't think about it; he pushed that thought to the back of his mind and thought: what now? He had to resume the mission, and catch up with the rest of his team, and defeat the Sorceress. He didn't (shouldn't) have time for anything else.
He called on Cerberus effortlessly, the great beast's power lighting up the trails Selphie and Irvine had left behind, and set out to find them, leaving the destroyed room behind him.
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