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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 absence of their ninja friend did not go unnoticed amongst the band of heroes on the beach. Some time after lunch, Priscilla, unused to Yuffie’s disappearing acts, was the first to voice her concerns. They scanned the beach but saw no sign of their Wutanese companion. As a debate was forming about how long to wait before going out to find her, Cloud checked his PHS for messages.
     “Yuffie says she’s not feeling well,” Cloud said. He set his PHS back down on the blanket. The others looked over with either concern or relief.
     “Did anyone else think she’s been acting a little… peculiar today?” Tifa asked. She gestured towards the others as if to invite them to speak but her eyes lingered on Nanaki in particular.
     Barret grunted, “she’s probably up to something. My materia had better still be in my room when I get back or there’s gonna be holy hell.”
     “She’s probably just under the weather. She did look a little flushed to me, let’s give her the benefit of the doubt,” Reeve responded.
     “Well of course the double-crossing spy insists on giving everyone a god damned second chance,” Cid spat. “I say we high tail it to the inn and catch that bitch in the act.”
     “Oh, have another drink Highwind!” Reeve countered, but Cid pointedly ignored him and lit a cigarette.
     “She didn’t have any lunch,” Nanaki pointed out. “I’ll take some to her, and make sure she’s okay.”
     Tifa stood up swiftly, her bikini clad breasts bouncing with the sudden movement. “Good thinking, Red XIII. I’ll go with you.”
     Nanaki hesitated before replying. “No, it is best if I go alone. I am of a different species, if she is ill then I would be less likely to catch anything from her.” His face wasn’t quite as emotive as a human’s, and Tifa had a hard time discerning just what was going on behind his single amber eye.
     The beast started panting as soon as he left the shade of the parasol, the blazing tropical sun still not agreeing with him. He meandered next to the cooler where the brown paper bag containing the food that had been set aside for Yuffie was resting in the sand. “I think I have had enough sun for one day, if Yuffie is at the villa I might not come back out until tomorrow.” With that he bowed his head and grabbed hold of the bag with his teeth, and eagerly started back towards town.
     “Have fun, Red XIII,” Vincent said, enigmatically. Beneath his long raven hair and his high collared cowl his expression was unreadable.

     A racing mind kept Yuffie from ever actually falling asleep. Instead she found herself just lying there on the black and white striped futon with her arm draped over her eyes to block out the bright sun filtering through the fluttering window curtains.
     The sound of scratches at the door garnered her attention, and she hesitantly sat up in bed. “Wh… Who is it?”
     The question was bordering on rhetorical, but still it elicited a response from the man on the other side of the door. “Nanaki. I brought your lunch. Can I come in? I wish to speak.”
     It took Yuffie a considerable amount of time to respond. While she knew Red XIII well enough to know he probably wasn’t skilled enough at deceit that he was just looking for another booty call, she was worried about what exactly a talk would entail. The prospect of admitting that she was having such a difficult time controlling herself around men any more, and that she was starting to fantasize about him breeding her, was almost too mortifying to handle. That being said, Red XIII was the only person that knew what was really going on, he was the only person she could talk to about what she was going through without risking judgement.
     She stood and opened the door. Red XIII was there on the other side, sitting on his haunches, a slightly sopping brown paper bag hanging from his mouth. She winced at the sight of the drool stained bag, but if Red XIII noticed he showed no sign of it. He walked into the room and set the bag down on the table between the guest room’s two futons.
     “Oh look, he fetches too,” said Yuffie. “I hope you’re not expecting a treat.”
     “Depends on what you mean by treat,” Red XIII responded suggestively. He then shook his head when he saw her disapproving expression. “But no, I wanted to make sure you were alright. By all accounts you took off suddenly.”
     “You came alone, right? Good. Your stupid pheromones were messing me up, I was spending all that time around Cloud and Vincent and I… Well, I lost control.”
     Red XIII leapt from his haunches onto all four of his paws. “Lost control!? Yuffie, I hope you didn’t let them…”
     “Do I detect a hint of jealousy there? No, I just slipped into a changeroom and I… Had a little menage a moi.” She watched as Red XIII’s tail went from rigid and twitching to its usual relaxed drooping and swishing. “It took forever to get off by myself, and even then I had to… Never mind. By the time I was done I looked like a mess, and it seemed pretty obvious what I’d been up to. I couldn’t let the others see me like that.”
     Nanaki breathed out a sigh of relief. “Good. You are incredibly fertile right now, I don’t want any human seed inside of you.”
     “Gawd, Red! Don’t be so gross.”
     “Sorry,” he apologized. “But Yuffie… If you get desperate like that again, you should just tell me. If you can no longer easily satisfy yourself on your own maybe I can help you, like how you helped me last night.”
     Yuffie was taken aback, but even as she opened her mouth to voice her protests she felt her body responding to the prospect of another tryst with Nanaki. Her cheeks flushed as a warm feeling washed over her body. “You mean, like… With your tongue?”
     “Why not?” Nanaki asked. “I would just be repaying the favor. There would be less clean-up than before, and I could help you even when I am in my refractory period. All you would have to do is ask.”
     Her mind reeled. She could feel her arousal steadily growing, but there was no way that she could take him up on his offer, was there? He was an animal, and she’d never even had a human go down on her before. She couldn’t fathom actually asking a mongrel to do something like that to her. What would that make her? What was Red XIII turning her into? And why did she want it so bad?
     She grabbed hold of the hem of her shirt, and hesitated before lifting it over her body and casting it aside. She swallowed before saying, “do I… Do I really need to ask?”
     Yuffie undid the ties of her top and let it fall to the ground, before she shimmied out from her bikini bottoms. She walked to her futon, her freshly freed breast bouncing with the movement. She sat at its edge and spread her legs. Red XIII cautiously walked towards her. She didn’t stop his approach. He brought his muzzle between her legs, so close she could feel his warm breath on her thighs. She didn’t push him away.
     I didn’t ask for this, he’s acting on his own, she told herself. I don’t want this. I’m not enjoying this, I’m not enjoying this, I’m not enjoying—OH! Her thought was cut off by the sensation of Nanaki’s rough tongue sliding across her virgin pussy, her special place which had never known the touch of a man was being licked by what was indistinguishable from a dog’s tongue. He tilted his head and licked again, running the moist rough appendage from the bottom of her pussy to the top. She moaned lightly, which served to embolden the beast between her legs. He began lapping at her pussy. Though unskilled at this particular technique, Nanaki’s tongue was large enough that even his clumsy licks could find her clit with relative consistency.
     He began playing with the movement of his tongue. Yuffie ran her fingers through his mane to encourage him further. Rather than running is tongue straight up and down, he began tracing wavy serpentine patterns over her pussy lips. Her clit was licked a lot less often, but something about the anticipation and the pleasant surprise when she felt the pleasurable wet touch of his tongue against her bud actually made it better.
     Finally he put a bit more force into the appendage and it slipped between her folds. Yuffie let out a surprised squeak at the sensation. Nanaki’s tongue squirmed and quested, and eventually found her passage. He pushed into her hole and Yuffie winced as he started working it inside. She had never had anything that wide inside of her before. She pushed him away slightly, just enough that he retracted his tongue. Red XIII looked up at her with concern, clearly worried that he’d done something wrong, but Yuffie didn’t push him away any further. Instead she rubbed his head and slid her hips closer to his maw.
     Nanaki returned to his oral ministrations. When next he forced his tongue inside of her he didn’t go quite as deep or keep it in as long. It looked like this old dog really could learn new tricks. The space between his jaws and her cunt became a sloppy mess as his tongue mixed their fluids and spread them all over her crotch.
     Yuffie felt herself on the verge of release, /she just didn’t know which flick of his tongue across her clit would be the one to push her over the edge. Fortunately, as Red XIII continued he began building speed, and her nub got more and more attention as a result. When her orgasm finally overtook her, her body began seizing rhythmically and it felt like her skin came alive. Even the light sensation of is breath against her thighs suddenly felt like fireworks against her body. Nanaki pulled away and still her body twitched with the aftershocks of pleasure.
     She scratched behind the ear of her furry lover as she came down from her climax, subconsciously rewarding him for bringing her to her peak. When she could function again she regarded Red XIII who looked all too pleased with himself. He sat down on his haunches, and she could see he had become erect again. Maybe it was the pheromones but it was like his cock was calling out to her, she couldn’t help but lick her lips remembering the taste of his jizz.
     “Your turn,” Yuffie said. She laid down on her back with her head hanging off the edge of the futon. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and waited.
     Red XIII seemed confused but then understanding dawned on his face. He hopped off his futon and strode over to Yuffie’s. He planted his front legs on either side of her breasts and Yuffie grabbed hold of his cock to line it up with her mouth. Red XIII resumed his thrusting, sending his cock straight down Yuffie’s gullet. His thrusts were clumsy but eager, his inexperience obvious. Each thrust sent him deeper down Yuffie’s throat, and shortly she had taken more of his length than she had any human cock. She still gagged occasionally and her eyes watered but this position made it much easier to accept Nanaki’s behemoth.
     Thankfully he would retreat from her throat when she really gagged, and she sputtered up thick strands of saliva that coated her forehead as it dripped down towards the floor. No matter how many times he pulled out she guided him straight back into her mouth, eager to taste his glorious spunk again.
     His thrusts grew increasingly desperate as instinct seemed to take him over, the next time she gagged he continued to thrust faster and faster. She smacked against his thigh to signal him to withdraw but he didn’t seem to get the message, if anything he redoubled his efforts to impregnate her face. She slapped at him harder and harder, but he was unrelenting. Not stopping until his whole body spasmed and Yuffie felt him pumping his incredible seed directly into her stomach with a howl. One last smack and he seemed to get her point, he pulled out as he continued to cum, and coated the entire length of her torso with his incredibly thick warm seed.
     Yuffie wiped a thick glob of his cum from her breast, and slipped her fingers into her mouth. She sucked the thick spunk from her tingertips. It tasted even better than she remembered, and with her whole body still sensitive from her recent orgasm, the sensation of the warm white substance against her skin felt like bliss.
     “So much for not making a mess,” Yuffie mused.
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