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Cell Division	By : Savaial Category: Final Fantasy VII > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2025 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy. It belongs to SquareEnix. I do not make any money from these writings, nor do I wish to. The original creators have all my respect, from game designers to voice actors.

Chapter List
- 1-Cell Division
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
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- 9-9
- 10-10
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- 12-12
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- 17-17
- 18-18
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- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
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- 64-64
- 65-65
- 66-66
- 67-67
- 68-68
- 69-69
- 70-70
- 6
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I respectfully credit all Original Creators, namely Squaresoft, which became SquareEnix,for these characters. In this way, I pay homage to my Fandom's Original Creator, and illustrate my Community's belief that Fan Fiction is "fair use". I do not claim to own these characters. I do not make money or gil from using these protected characters, nor do I wish to make money or gil from them. In other words, I am borrowing these characters to entertain the adult fanfiction community, but I am doing so with the highest degree of respect to the engineers, game designers, music makers, voice actors.

I did sleep well. The bed suited me, as did the soft sheets and warm cover. Maybe real fatigue made all the difference, too. I�d never had so much quiet intensity in my life before, and my status as Hojo�s slave seemed terribly tenuous. Not that I thought he�d get rid of me anytime soon. He seemed to�
Well, not so much like me as not have an objection to me. Perhaps with Hojo that was very complimentary.
I got up before the alarm to take a leisurely bath instead of a shower. I�d already soaked a half hour before the alarm sounded, but this time it just chimed once as an hour reminder. I figured some sensor detected I already moved around in preparation for the day.
As I put on the black scrubs it occurred to me Michael also wore black scrubs. I guessed Hojo liked his slaves separated visually from the others.
My reflection didn�t look nearly as hellish as before.
I combed my hair with the new, wide-tooth comb, leaving it to hang damp. In a few minutes I�d pull it back, so I put a hair tie around my wrist.
I really wanted shoes. The next time I saw Michael I�d take a better look and see if he had real footwear instead of thick socks and surgical covers.
Making the bed, I then sat on it. Never did I imagine I�d be the slave of a mad scientist at the age of thirty-one. As slavery went, it didn�t seem too bad so far. Hojo hadn�t hurt me, hadn�t asked me to do anything harmful. He fulfilled his promises.
A soft chime at the office door told me the lock had disengaged. I got up and exited, walking down the hall. The sound of quiet murmurs and the smell of coffee eventually guided me to the lounge. Though nervous of the other staff now, I entered as if I had the right. And, I did. It wasn�t my fault these people wanted slavery.
Hojo and Deidre stood in a corner, Styrofoam cups of coffee in hand. Several other people littered the room in various states of disarray. Some of them looked as if they hadn�t slept at all. I spied Michael sitting by himself beside a plate of scones. He waved. I smiled before going to the coffee maker and helping myself.
The brew looked like tar.
Carrying myself and the java to the table, I looked down at Michael. �May I join you?� I asked.
He nodded quickly, suppressing a yawn. �Sure,� he replied. �Want a peach scone?�
�No, even mild sweetness is too much in the morning,� I said softly. I took a sip of coffee and made a face. Bitter. So bitter and strong I doubted a spoon would fall over in it, but stick straight up when you let go if it.
�See the need for scones?� Michael chuckled. He tossed his long, brown hair over his shoulder and picked up the plate. �Go on, it helps balance the coffee out. I can�t eat them all anyway.�
�No one else is eating them,� I observed, reaching for one.
�That�s because they�re only for you and me and Jean and Alison.� Michael smiled, pointing discretely to Hojo. �Only his indentured servants get sweets.�
�We really are pets, aren�t we?� I asked very quietly, casting Hojo a quick glance.
�Pampered like a rich lady�s prize poodle,� Michael confirmed, still smiling.
�Will I ever get shoes?� I blurted.
�You have to ask for them.� Michael picked up a scone and dunked it in his coffee lazily. �But, just about anything you ask for is given. Come down to my room if you want to see an example of that. I�m the last room down the hallway adjacent to this one. My picture�s on the door.�
I made sure Hojo and Deidre were still talking. �Why did I get the office room?�
�You�re female.� Michael�s scone dropped fully into his cup. He barely noticed. �The professor likes women.� He paused. �All women. See how he�s talking to Deidre?�
I looked again. Hojo seemed to be listening intently while Deidre spoke animatedly. I caught a few words about faulty monitor feeds and a slow replacement order.
�You�ll see a lot of that, with him,� Michael continued. �Maybe you noticed how indulgent he was with Tracy?�
�Sort of.�
�Tracy didn�t get nearly the same amount of slack with him until he finished her gender reassignment.�
I choked. Spluttering, I grabbed from a stack on napkins on the table and covered my mouth. Michael looked at me, his eyes sparkling with humor.
�Yes, Tracy was a man when he started working for Shin-Ra,� he said. �But, he hated it. Our master over there made him into a woman. Right now he�s working on the breeding aspect.� Michael, grinning, sat back just a little. �He likes a willing guinea pig too, almost as much as he likes an unwilling one; that might also be part of Tracy�s charm.�
I�d heard of such things as gender switching, but I never thought I�d see an example of it. �Tracy is a beautiful�woman,� I said.
�Much better woman than man, I�ll grant you.� Michael shrugged. �The master does good work.�
I looked at him. �Doesn�t it bother you to be a slave?� I asked bluntly.
�Nope, not anymore.� Michael took a plastic spoon and dug the soggy remains of his scone out of his coffee cup, dumping the mess in an abandoned cup to his left. �I�m well-fed, warm, safe, and busy. I have a social life and free time. Professor Hojo even lets me take vacation time, which is more than a lot of his other charges get.� He drained his cup. �You�ll adjust, I promise. I�ll help you, if you like. We slaves don�t have to dislike each other; we�re already getting all of his attention.�
�But, the collar,� I said, touching the thing.
�It�s as much for your safety as to assure the Shin-Ra hierarchy you aren�t a security threat.� Michael put a finger up to his own and pressed a green light. A soft beeping filled the room. I saw Hojo quickly look at his watch. He frowned and looked over at Michael. Then, he nodded and went back to his discussion.
�It�s a panic button,� Michael said quietly. �See how he instantly checked to see which of us needed him? Then, he saw me. He deduced I was showing you how to call him and he let it lay. If I�d just been fucking with him he�d have taken a rod to me.� The brown-eyed, brown haired man shrugged, a smirk touching his lips. �Jean tested him once and only once. Don�t cry wolf.�
�I won�t,� I said, shivering. Hurriedly, I drank more coffee.
�Have you disobeyed him yet?� Michael�s eyes began to sparkle again.
�No.�
�You will, eventually. We all get relaxed enough to forget vigilance.�
�What happens?� I asked, certain I�d hear something dreadful but unable to stifle my need for preparedness.
Michael began to grin once more. �Ever fainted from an orgasm?�
�What?� I gasped. �That�s personal!�
�It won�t be personal if you start gasping, moaning and writhing wherever you happen to be,� he chuckled. �It�ll incapacitate you for at least ten minutes.� Michael crooked his finger at the coffee pot. It sailed over to us and poured for us both. �Wouldn�t be as embarrassing for a woman, I suppose. I know Alison deliberately lingers on an order when she�s called from a private place.� He waved at the pot and it went back to the warmer.
I didn�t know which surprised me more; the coffee pot obeying Michael or his little bomb of information.
�If you think about it, it�s pretty smart,� Michael went on. �We don�t get a lot of privacy while working, but after hours�� He shrugged again, taking a drink. �Alison calls him sometimes just to ask him for an order she can�t obey. She told me.�
�And, no one wants to collapse in orgasm in front of their peers,� I said, picking up where he left off. What a diabolical method of reinforcement. He�d arranged so even the sexual pleasure of his slaves came from him. He didn�t have to do anything but talk.
�Right.� Michael bolted down his coffee and stood. �I�m usually in here this time in the morning, except on Sunday. You want to talk, you know my extensions?�
I nodded.
�Okay. See you, Vicky.�
At that moment, Hojo ambled over to us. �You showed Miss Grey the panic button, I see,� he said.
�Yes, sir,� Michael replied quickly.
�Good boy.� Hojo looked at his watch. �Allison and Jean have already been in here this morning?�
�Yes, sir.�
�Have you eaten your fill of sugary poison, Miss Grey?� He asked me.
�Yes, sir, thank you.�
�Very well.� Hojo dumped the rest of the scones into the trash. �Let�s go then, my dear.�
No one else would get our scones.
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