Chad's Diversion

They exited the VR with the keycard. Cloud's penis was stiff and aching, and he dreaded trying to free Aerith would blue balls.

"Hey Cloudette," a soft voice said on the other side of the simulator. Cloud looked over and saw Chad, now in a lab coat.

"Oh, Chad, what are you doing here?" Cloud said, his cock aching, but his brain suspicious.

"I work at Shinra, remember?" he responded drily. "I'd like to see you again." It wasn't a question, but nor was it an order.

"Tifa, Barret can I have a little time? Maybe you both get something at the cafeteria?" Cloud asked his companions.

"We're on a mission," Barret said.

"Oh, let him have his fun," Tifa said. "We'll be waiting Cloud."

***

Cloudette wasn't in the Don's lingerie anymore. Chad had changed up the program, putting something Cloudette could only describe as wedding lingerie. Perfectly white, a bodice playing up Cloudette's small hormone fed breasts even larger. His tiny penis was aching stiff, and before him was the slender, but fit frame of Chad, his long fat cock hanging between his thighs.

The beauty of this VR space was no prying eyes, nobody watching him surrender to these base, perverse lusts. Cloudette knelt between his owner's thighs, pulling the foreskin back on his long, fat prick, and breathing in that pure masculinity. Fuck, it made him want to cum right there. He held it though, instead wrapping his soft lips around the meaty prick, and starting to drag them up and down, drooling copiously to make it easier.

"Mmmm, more than acceptable, Cloudette," Chad praised him. "Get it moist for your ass." Cloudette wanted that, more than anything. How much of it was ... programming ... versus some inherent need was something he could debate endlessly, but his slobbered on his master's prick, gobbling it until his face was coated in his own saliva.

He gasped when Chad finally pulled it out. He rolled Cloudette onto his back, and then rubbed his cock up and down the entrance to Cloudette's hole.

"Beg," Chad ordered simply.

"Please ... give me your cock, please fuck me ... I'll be your **** ... whatever you want," Cloudette whined needily.

"It's a good thing you are not like this in combat, Cloudette. You would not last long. But in this environment, you are ideal," Chad said robotically. He lined up, and pushed, the tip of his rod disappearing into Cloudette's hole.

Cloudette wanted to think what the Don had said ... about his ass self-lubricating, self-cleaning, was just bullshit, but as Chad pushed into him ... as Chad fucked him, Cloudette had to admit it was true. His ass was made for big dick tops, and as Chad pushed deeper, his hand resting on Cloudette's lower back, it made Cloudette feel that no pussy, no woman, could top the sensation he was presently experiencing.

Chad was over him, his twinkish frame not sweating at all as he perfectly thrust in and out of the weak feminized toy beneath him, Cloudette's hands instinctively slid up to his pink nipples, tugging desperately on them, as his little penis wobbled under the **** of the superior Chad's meat.

"My calculations indicate you will no longer be able to fuck pussy in the future at your current rate," Chad said. "Do you like how you look presently? As a man's wife?"

Cloudette's face burned. "Yes," he responded weakly. "Fuck yes." That shame, that intense moment of realization coalesced into his core, and his penis started to spit its weak, watery ropes onto his own belly. His blue-green eyes glowed as they looked up at his owner du jour.

"I'm not done, Cloudette," the top twink stated simply. Music to Cloudette's ears.