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Tropical Heat	By : Boiled Rose Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 24915 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All characters depicted in a sexual matter are 18 years of age or older.

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     The new bikini adorning Yuffie’s body had a skirted bottom. With her slit now drizzling with the mere sight of a man she decided that the more privacy she could afford her crotch the better. What she hadn’t realized until after the gil had changed hands was just how skimpy the top that went along with it was. Cid seemed to notice right away, and gave her a stomach-churning grin as she and Red XIII joined the rest of the party on the beach.
     “Your queen has arrived! Sorry we’re late, I made Red buy me a new bikini,” Yuffie said by way of explanation. She didn’t deem it necessary to share the fate of her cum-stained halter bikini, nor how apologetic Red XIII was for ruining it. He probably would have offered to buy a new one if she hadn’t declared it for him, though judging by his protests at being forced to buy her a replacement crop top as well he didn’t consider himself guilty in the loss of that particular piece of fabric.
     Cid sighed. “Are you ever done trying to wring us for gil? Hope you at least got to watch her change into it Nanaki.” He hadn’t, in fact with his urges satisfied Red XIII had been a perfect gentleman for the last hour, but that didn’t stop Yuffie from turning red as a bomb at Cid’s words.
     “You have a sick mind Cid,” Reeve interjected with a shake of his head. “Fortunately Red XIII isn’t a lech like you. Honestly, you’re more of a hound than he is!”
     “I don’t give a rat’s ass what you think Reeve! Don’t act all high and mighty like you haven’t been ogling Tifa’s dairy section all goddamn day!”
     Tifa, who had Cloud’s arm wrapped around her waist, stopped glancing between Yuffie and Red XIII just long enough to look offended.
     “Well I for one am just glad she dragged you outta the damn villa, Red!” Barrett exclaimed with a grin, defusing the tension starting to form between the two oldest human members of their group. “Lemme bust out the parasol for you, man have I got some stories for you!”
     True to his word Barrett shortly brought some much needed shade to the beach for Nanaki, and the mutt was shortly panting beneath the parasol while Barrett filled him in on all the fun he’d been missing since the girls had arrived in Costa Del Sol. Yuffie parked herself upwind from the crimson beast and tried to ignore her rather insistent arousal while she joked with the rest of the group. Despite escaping further exposure to Red XIII’s pheromones her newly insistent libido had her pussy dampening as fast as ever as she stole glances at Cloud and Barrett’s muscled bodies (and Tifa’s, if she was being perfectly honest with herself). She silently thanked whoever had invented skirted bikini bottoms as she was certain her juices had already soaked through the fabric.
     Later, when the men were caught up arguing about what to have for lunch Tifa sat herself beside Yuffie on the warm sands and placed a hand on her thigh. She smiled reassuringly at Yuffie’s questioning look before she asked softly, “I have to know… How did you talk Red XIII into coming out here anyway?”
     Yuffie’s usually dextrous tongue tangled in her mouth. Ever since last night Tifa had been giving her and Nanaki weird looks, and the way she was acting now all but confirmed that the brunette knew something strange was going on. Calm down Yuffie, there’s no way that she’d jump to you-know-what.
     “Pretty much… Pretty much the same things you did!” Yuffie said with an uncomfortable laugh. “We need to make the best of the time we have together, right? Red XIII and I have always gotten along together well, being the same age and all… Uh, relative to our species I mean. I guess he just had to hear it from my mouth!”
     “Or from your… throat?” Tifa asked. Before Yuffie had a chance to react, Cloud slapped his hand on his lover’s shoulder.
     “We decided against the barbeque, it’s way too hot for it today. Vincent and I are going to pick something up from the restaurant, want to come?” He asked.
     As soon as Tifa had moved her head the barest inch to shake a no as her answer, Yuffie shot to her feet declaring “I’ll help!” Cloud, as hopelessly oblivious to her deceptions as ever, nodded and they started off towards the town proper while Yuffie tried to keep her heart from leaping out of her throat and burying itself in the sand.
     She could feel Tifa’s eyes boring into her as she followed Cloud and Vincent away from the beach, and hoped that she hadn’t left a wet patch on the sand where she had been sitting for the brunette to speculate on.
     Underfoot, hot sand was soon replaced by warm pavement. The trio walked silently through the streets, and Yuffie was glad for the moment of peace. She began taking deep controlled breaths through her nose and out through her mouth to calm herself down. It seemed to help with the adrenaline, but didn’t seem to be doing much for body’s needy arousal. If she really was in heat it was going to be hard to get herself back under control when she kept finding herself stealing glances at Cloud’s exposed muscular chest and toned biceps. Fortunately, she had plenty of time to regain herself, they would be away from the others for a while, and Vincent and Cloud weren’t the type to pry into inconsequential matters.
     Vincent motioned for them to stop as he walked up to a stand one of the locals had set up next to his van. Cloud sighed impatiently but crossed his arms and waited for their raven-haired companion. The table was filled with souvenirs and assorted bric-a-brac, all of which looked entirely too colourful for the ex-Turk. The barker must have sensed a sale, and he began enthusiastically talking up the knick-knacks and cheap shirts he had for sale. Not even bothering to haggle, her pale friend wordlessly handed the man a roll of gil and picked up a t-shirt which declared in cursive writing, ‘Surfing. Suntan. Costa Del Sol’.
    Vincent turned and presented the shirt to Yuffie. She looked between the shirt and her friend in confusion.
      “Your nipples are sticking through your top,” he explained. “People are staring, I thought you would appreciate the privacy.”
     Yuffie looked down at her bikini, and sure enough the outline her nipples were plainly visible through what scant fabric was actually covering her chest. She realized she must look like a real slut right now. She snapped her hands up to cover her chest. A few people looked away guiltily as she glanced around, always the gentleman Cloud had already averted his eyes, but judging by the slight rouge tint to his cheeks he must have stolen a glance of them before his propriety kicked in.
     Graciously she took the shirt and pulled it on over her head. It wasn’t her size, the bottom of it dangled just below the skirted finish of her bikini bottoms. Anyone glancing over wouldn’t be able to tell she was wearing anything underneath. Yuffie supposed that she looked like a girl that had put on her boyfriend’s discarded shirt after a spending the night. Any passerby was probably going to think that she was dating either Cloud or Vincent, or worse that she’d spent the night with both of them. Then again, she’d rather have them thinking that than knowing what she’d actually been up to last night.
     Even though they didn’t say anything on the way to and from picking up their order from the restaurant, Yuffie felt incredibly awkward the whole time she accompanied her taciturn consorts. There was never a moment in their journeys that she could recall either of them concealing an awkward boner, so the fact that they had made note of her blatant arousal was thoroughly mortifying.
     The worst part was that, humiliating as it was, the situation had done nothing to abate her arousal. As hard as she tried, Yuffie couldn’t keep herself from fantasizing about her escorts. If it wasn’t for the two layers of fabric they would have been able to see that her nipples hadn’t softened, if anything they had grown even harder after the scrutiny of her friends and the denizens of Costa Del Sol.
     When they returned to the beach, Yuffie recalled Nanaki’s theories about how the two of them might be able to stave off the pressing needs of their bodies. She hoped that a quick exploration of her body might serve to quell her urges. Yuffie pressed the package of food she’d been holding into the hands of Vincent. “I need to change. I appreciate the top but it just isn’t doing it for me, Vince.” She said, by way of explanation. The ex-Turk seemed to accept her rationalization, allowing Yuffie to slip away into one of the nearby beachside changerooms.
     With a soft shunk the door of the changing room closed. Yuffie shimmied out of her bikini bottom, allowing long translucent strands of her juices to fall from her needy cleft. She sat down on the small room’s lone bench and wasted no time in getting her fingers between her legs. Not wanting to draw the attention of any passerby, she was forced to bite her lip to stifle her moans when her fingers came into contact with her lower lips.
     She pictured Cloud and Vincent as he explored her folds, imagining herself lying naked before them as Vincent slid down Cloud’s swimming trunks to reveal his hard cock beneath. She started swirling her fingers around, imagining Vincent licking her pussy as she sucked Cloud’s cock. She wondered just how big Cloud’s cock was, it had to be big to keep Tifa’s attention, but Yuffie had a hard time imagining it anywhere as big as Red XIII’s. Yuffie licked her lips imagining Cloud moaning as she pleasured him.
     Yuffie reached a hand beneath her shirt to fondle her breasts as her imaginary lovers turned their attention towards her chest. She teased circles around her areola, and fancied that it was Vincent’s fingers at work. Even in her mind the man was an enigmatic lover, his movements calculated but skilled and pleasurable. Something always at work behind his eyes, it wasn’t passion but it was predatory, and dangerous. She wondered just how strong Nanaki’s predatory instincts were, how long a beast like that could keep himself from gripping her nape with his dripping fangs and mounting her like a bitch.
     As the menage a trois continued to unfold in her mind, Yuffie’s release seemed to elude her. She pictured herself sandwiched between Cloud and Vincent, she imagined them taking turns eating her out, pictured herself crying out as they pounded into her ass and pussy, and even imagined them using her body while she was chained and bound. It seemed that no matter what scenario her mind conjured an orgasm was always frustratingly just out of her grasp. It was as she imagined herself tied up and at their mercy of her two fantasy lovers that her mind conjured up another man to use her. She imagined the sound of paws against cool stone, the sensation of paws on her shoulders, the warmth of his breath against her ear. She remembered the sensation of his cock against her ass, and wondered what it would feel like for that enormous beast of a cock to slip inside of her pussy.
      The pleasure mounted between her legs as she pictured that dick impaling her. Robbing her of her pride as much as her virginity, reducing her to a needy animal that just wanted to be taken by a real mate. Remembering when she first ran her fingertips over his inhuman tool, she pictured that weird bulge at the bottom where his shaft had inhumanly wide just before he came. She pictured him grinding his hips into hers, trying to push that hot bulging shaft inside of her, and just as it finally forced her pussy lips open wide enough to take it in at its widest, she came.
    “Oh Red—” Yuffie clasped her hand over her mouth to muffle her cries. Her body writhed as she screamed into her hand. Eventually she calmed down, and as she sat there in the changing room panting heavily, she took stock of her situation. In her passion she had managed to sweat through the top Vincent had bought for her, turning it transparent anywhere the fabric was clutching to her body. She considered taking it off but figured that her bikini would be even more soaked than her new novelty t-shirt.
     Yuffie waited for a while to allow any passers by to disperse before she slipped out of the changing room. She couldn’t bring herself to return to her friends so she returned to Costa Del Sol and made her way back to Cloud’s villa, her eyes set to the path in front of her the whole way so that she wouldn’t need to make eye contact with the men that were doubtlessly checking her out and judging her the whole way.
     When she made it back to Cloud’s little vacation home she immediately sought out her PHS and used it to message the others. ‘Calling it a night early today. Sorry, not feeling well.’ After hitting send, Yuffie flopped down on her futon and awaited the sweet oblivion of sleep.
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