Final Fantasy Crew

Story 1 (Cloud's Nuts Return)

After so long with another man’s balls between his legs, you’d think Cloud would enjoy getting his original testicles back from Sylvia.

Why wouldn’t he? It was his own body parts again, he could once more wear tight briefs instead of loose boxers, and most of all he could spend his days less focused on appeasing the endless bubbling jism to go out again as an adventurer again.

These excuses and much more were swimming through his brain as he stared at his ripped naked body in the mirror.

Cloud felt lighter down there. He had gotten used to the size and weight of Kazuma’s balls so much that without the saggy skin draping his thighs it felt wrong. Like when you lose a tooth and you keep feeling the empty space with your tongue. No longer could he shake his hips to slap nuts back and forth, nor feel them grow by the second, nor feel that rush of cock seeking blood every ten minutes.

It all felt very… quiet.

No matter how long he stared he just kept comparing his nuts. On the plus side he felt like he could focus his mind again. Maybe get into reading…

Hmm… there had to be more positives…

Less chance of a hip based repetitive stress injury?

On the negative side, no longer would he have access to the world’s greatest orgasms by repeatedly ejaculating and using that cum as lube. Crossdressing wouldn’t be as arousing as it was knowing he wasn’t hiding endless jizz tanks. Tifa, Aerith, and Jessie lose their reasons to suck him off every day, instead needing to suck off Wedge for their daily KazuCum addiction. Sex wouldn’t be as good. He’d have to cum outside a girl unless he risks having a kid he didn’t want. Aqua wouldn’t use him as a roadside fountain anymore.

Okay, so if there were so many negatives, why’d he do it in the first place?

For one, the scientist lady of the Crimson Demons had started a new business freezing vials of sperm. Ball swaps were now a feature for their new Kazuma Amusement Park’s Gift Shop, and men who wanted to have a backup vial of their old sperm were free to do so. Cloud had decided that he should do something similar, just in case Sylvia ever died again.

But maybe he also just wanted to feel the difference once more. It hadn’t been his choice last time, changing his junk as a way to throw off his ability to fight.

So, maybe this time around, he could make more than peace with Kazuma’s magical testicles.

“Hey Cloud, you alright over there?”

To most of the bar staff at 7th Heaven, it was just another post work orgy. Tifa and Aerith were struggling to peel themselves off each other while rolling around the floor, Jessie sandwiched between Biggs and Wedge, all while the blonde sat naked on a chair while looking from afar.

He was smiling, down at his dick. The fatness of his growing balls squishing against his thighs, powering a constant pulsing in his pole that leaked dollops of precum down the shaft to pool on his wrinkly sack.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna be alright.” He smiled before walking over and lowering his favourite body part into the middle of Tifa and Aerith’s make out.

Story 2 (Barret's Quest) - Guest Written By Cross C!

Barret Wallace was a man who took pride in a simple life: one built around axes, ale, and clear lines of right and wrong. But lately, life had gotten a whole lot more complicated.

He trudged along the winding road back toward Elroad, dust on his boots and thoughts heavy with a month’s worth of new trouble. It had all started with that damn informant who had slipped through his fingers, someone who might have had a real shot at helping him bring down Elroad’s corrupt casinos. Instead, Barret had ended up with two new “party members,” and each one was giving him their own particular headache.

First was Shaya, a whipcord-lean monk-warrior whose skin was a deep, lustrous black, darker even than Barret’s; it was so rich it almost gleamed under the midday sun. Her body was all clean, athletic lines and taut, effortless muscle, every movement a ripple of strength held barely in check. The only softness to her at all was in those enormous, round breasts, which strained at her monk’s bandages with each stride and defied her otherwise ascetic figure. A bold mohawk crowned her head, proud and spiky, standing out sharply against the tame countryside like a lioness strolling through a herd of sheep. Barret had found her bound and bruised in the brigands’ hideout. Rescuing her had not even been a question. Her gratitude had quickly turned to affection, and soon, she was glued to his side, matching his stride with her confident gait.

He glanced over at her now, noting the calm, playful smile she always seemed to wear. He couldn’t deny the warmth he felt whenever her amber eyes caught his.

The real source of trouble, though, was walking a few paces ahead, whistling off-key and tossing a stolen magic ring casually into the air and catching it again like a circus trick.

Yuffie Kisaragi, the so-called “Single White Rose of Wutai,” strutted out front in that sorry excuse for an outfit, acting like she owned the road. Her green top was so tight it was glued to her chest; not that she had much to show off, being flat as a board, and those tiny shorts barely covered what little there was to cover. Instead of sensible boots, she wore those silly orange sneakers and a pair of loose white leg warmers, showing off skinny legs that somehow always found their way into trouble. Barret snorted. There were hardly any curves to speak of, but there was something about her: restless, shameless, always pushing the limits, always getting him wound up without even trying. He might grumble about her mouth, but at the end of the day, Yuffie had her uses. In this backwards world, he couldn’t deny she was good at working out his tension when the mood (or the quota) called for it.

Barret growled under his breath just thinking about how they’d met.

He’d been tracking a magical amulet as part of a guild quest when Yuffie had swiped it out from under him, thinking to sell it to some fence. Barret had caught her, but not before she'd broken the item, setting him back by thousands of Eris. The Adventurers Guild had stepped in and offered two choices: prison, or becoming Barret’s “locked party member.” The girl had reluctantly accepted the second option, **** to stick to him like glue until her debt was fully paid, questing and providing him…well, everything that came along with the arrangement.

That last part had seemed bizarre at first, but lately, he’d found himself grudgingly coming to terms with it.

Barret had always known the Adventurers Guild kept an “adult quest” board tucked away, a whole set of racy jobs, sex-for-coin contracts, and debt arrangements for offenders like Yuffie. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about it all, no matter how common it seemed. Sometimes, the whole thing felt just a little too close to the way Elroad’s casino bosses ran their “special programs” for unlucky women: debts that turned into contracts, and contracts that turned into something darker.

He’d never liked the system, but there wasn’t much room to argue when the guild handed down a sentence. And, he admitted to himself, Yuffie barely acted like a victim. She treated the arrangement like a game, taunting him every step of the way, making snide remarks about his length, his stamina, even his technique. If she was supposed to be suffering, she had a funny way of showing it. She would offer up her slot with a cocky grin, then mock him mid-thrust about his “old man pace” or his “stump of a dick.”

Barret’s grudging acceptance had nothing to do with thinking the system was fair, or even right. It was just that, at the end of a hard day, with Yuffie cracking jokes and complaining as much as she moaned, it was hard to feel like anyone here was really being exploited… except maybe him, **** to listen to her mouth as he worked off her quota for the night.

“How’s it hanging back there, Stump?” Yuffie called, glancing back with a sharp-toothed grin. “Still got enough juice to meet quota tonight, or should we start looking for stamina potions?”

“Call me Stump again and you’ll be riding the last miles to Axel tied face-down over the saddle,” Barret grunted and gestured at Feathers, the big dumb bird hauling all their baggage without complaint. The animal earned a rare, rough pat as they trudged on.

Yuffie laughed, twirling the stolen ring around one finger. “Aw, you’re no fun. Besides, that position might help; let gravity give you an extra inch.”

He growled, face heating. “It’s thick enough to shut you up, ain’t it?”

Shaya chuckled warmly, looping an arm around Barret’s waist. Her plush tits pressed invitingly against him. “Ignore her, love. She’s just restless because her precious magical loot keeps slipping through her greedy fingers.”

Yuffie scowled, cheeks puffing childishly. “Maybe if Mr. Axe-Hands here wasn’t so set on chasing down every corrupt casino official, I’d have enough money to pay off this dumb debt and be on my way. Instead, I'm stuck as your personal cum-pump.”

Barret glared at her. “Only yourself to blame for that. You made the mess. You clean it up.”

“Oh, believe me, Stump,” Yuffie smirked, eyes gleaming, “I clean up plenty after you. Not that it’s hard, given your limited output.”

Shaya laughed again, low and melodic. “Careful, little thief. That thick stump’s done more good for your discipline than all your previous masters combined.”

Yuffie flushed, spinning around to walk backward, facing him defiantly. “I didn’t HAVE any masters before now and… well, enjoy it while it lasts. Soon as I find the right enchanted gear, I’ll pay you off and disappear.”

“Don’t tease your master too hard,” Shaya warned playfully, stroking Barret’s muscled back. “Or you’ll learn, just like the petty warlords and bandit chiefs I left groaning in the dust. Sometimes a little discipline from a wandering monk is exactly what a wild child needs. Trust me, girl, every road leads back to the lesson… one way or another.”

As Yuffie cattily snapped back, Barret sighed, but there was no real irritation behind it. Instead, he felt the same steady, simmering mix of exasperation and **** amusement that came over him every night. Truth was, he’d grown used to this strange arrangement. Yuffie’s constant insults never stopped, not even when she was bent over and he was working out his frustration inside her. If anything, she got even mouthier, tossing barbs and nicknames between gasps and moans, only breaking up her rude running commentary when the angle or Barret’s grip made her voice catch.

Of course, Yuffie was just the warm-up. Shaya insisted on it; her “stump” needed to drain his first load with the bratty thief so he would be fit to give her the long, punishing fuck she expected. And with Shaya’s monk constitution, she demanded nothing less than an hour, at least, and let him know it if he started to slack. Her critiques were subtler than Yuffie’s, but no less real. She pushed him, praised him, and sometimes laughed softly in his ear when he tried to finish too soon.

Barret wouldn’t have admitted it out loud, but there was satisfaction in the nightly contest: shutting Yuffie up with a well-placed thrust, wringing a moan out of her just to interrupt her next insult, then losing himself in Shaya’s endless embrace, matching her rhythm until he was spent. These weren’t the companions he’d expected, but- damn it all- he was starting to look forward to their company more than he’d ever thought possible.

Sometimes Barret couldn’t help but pause and wonder when the hell life got so damn strange. Sure, he’d always known about the Guild’s little back-room board; the one with all the special jobs pinned next to the goblin hunts and monster exterminations. Nude modeling for starving artists, lonely villagers paying good coin for companionship, and couples looking for help with “intimate problems”. It was just another part of adventuring now, he supposed. But damn if it didn’t still strike him as odd how folks acted like getting off was just another form of morning coffee.

And speaking of odd, these days even the innkeepers seemed prepared. They would slip you an extra towel at breakfast without batting an eye, their subtle way of making sure you didn’t head out on a quest too pent-up. Nobody thought twice about a party member relieving some stress by the campfire either, not even when it turned into a group effort, like polishing armor or sharpening swords. You didn’t have to like it; hell, half the time Barret still grumbled under his breath. Still, the world had decided this was normal, and who was he to argue?

Then there was the whole "Harem Knight" business. It was damn near impossible to walk through a decent-sized town without banners flying, proudly welcoming the newest member of a noble’s harem. The spectacle was complete with fanfare, speeches about honor and legacy, and not-so-subtle celebrations of the bloodline benefits. Honestly, sometimes Barret had to squint and remind himself these folks weren’t celebrating a victory over the Demon King. They were cheering because someone got picked to join a harem.

And at the heart of it all was Kazuma, the infamous goddess-slayer cock himself. The guy’s name was everywhere: tavern jokes, festival banners, and even holy hymns in churches dedicated to his damn manhood. Barret might grumble about it, but even he felt a grudging pride when someone compared him unfavorably to Kazuma. He knew he wasn’t going to beat Kazuma in length; hell, few men alive could. However, he had heard enough talk to know he at least had the girth to stand in the same conversation. And that meant something, didn’t it? Being compared, even jokingly, to a legendary cock that had literally put goddesses on their knees was a kind of honor, after all.

But still, sometimes Barret found himself pausing, staring at nothing in particular, and wondering if life had always been this sex-obsessed. Was it always this harem-heavy, quota-driven, cock-comparing mess of a world? Maybe things had changed gradually enough that he just hadn’t noticed until now, or maybe this was always how it was meant to be. Either way, he figured he’d best get used to it.

After all, if Kazuma was the top dog, Barret supposed he didn’t mind running in the same pack, as long as no one minded him grumbling the whole way.

The forest was quiet except for the wind rustling through the leaves, the chirp of insects, and the rhythmic, fleshy slap of Barret’s hips colliding with Yuffie’s ass.

She was bent over against a tree, bracing on her forearms, her shorts and panties tangled around her ankles in the dirt. Her top still clung to her upper body, her scarf fluttering in the breeze. It wasn’t modesty; it was just laziness. Yuffie never put more effort into these encounters than needed.

Barret, on the other hand, had his axe’s haft snugged across her shoulder like a steel yoke, the large blade canted forward beside her cheek. He kept it turned just so, its cool edge whispering along the air near her face as he used the weight to pin her steady. His left hand locked her hip, pulling her tight and thrusting with slow, steady strokes. It was the kind of stroke a man his age settled into: less fireworks, more grinding piston. Careful handling or not, the nearness of that edge made the bratty thief shiver and clench around him, a hungry squeeze that told him the danger only turned her on more.

Behind him, Shaya sat cross-legged on a blanket, topless, breasts bouncing lightly every time she giggled. She was sipping from their waterskin like she was watching a jester’s show.

She threw her head back, releasing a wild, animalistic cackle that startled the birds. “Ha! Is this all the fury the axe-man brings? If I were in your place, the whole forest would be howling. Show her you’re more than a lumbering tree; break her spirit or she’ll bite back, and I’ll cheer her on!”

Barret rolled his eyes, lips twisting into that gruff, world-weary half-smile. Rude bitches, both of them. He had never met a pair of women so determined to bust his balls at every turn, and he’d be damned if he didn’t almost appreciate it. Maybe that was the kind of luck the world handed out these days, in a place where a man could hardly swing an axe without tripping over a “Harem Knight Induction” or hearing about Kazuma’s latest conquest.

Shaya’s glare felt like a challenge and a caress all at once, her topless figure stretched lazily across the blanket, those ridiculous, glorious dusky black tits bouncing as she laughed and jeered. Lightning bolts, he thought, right on his ass. She wanted a show? He’d give her a show.

He clenched and thrust harder, digging his grip into Yuffie’s slim waist until she gasped and yelped, half real, half mockery, all attitude.

The thing was… it felt good. Damn good. It was unreal how small Yuffie was beneath him, her whole frame tight and light in his hands. Tiny little thief. Bratty, mouthy, with a waist his big mitt could nearly encircle, her narrow ass pressed to his thick belly. When she squirmed and kicked, all it did was make her clamp down harder, and Barret couldn’t deny how right that felt.

He grunted again, picking up the pace, rough and unhurried, more piston than fireworks. There was definitely something to be said for being an old man, grizzled, scarred, heavy, and still having the authority and power to wrap a little troublemaker like Yuffie around his cock, pin her to the tree, and use her as he pleased. No drama. No big declarations. Just a practical, almost scheduled ball-draining: adventurer life, Darkness Lalatina style.

Yuffie, for all her snark, gave as good as she got. “That’s it, Stump, give me something to brag about to the next guild checkpoint. Or should I just carve another notch on your axe-arm for every time you manage to make me yelp?”

Barret just grunted, a deep, almost satisfied rumble. Let her run her mouth; half her attitude was just noise to cover up the way her hips kept rolling back against him, the way her voice got just a bit more ragged when he shifted his angle right.

Shaya, meanwhile, howled in approval, staff thumping the earth as she barked, “Now that’s how you handle a wild thing! Make her remember today, Barret. Make her remember you every time she sits!”

He squeezed Yuffie’s hip a little tighter, feeling that thrill of dominance, the simple pleasure of having a slip of a girl held so firm, all mouth and squirm and need. For a man who’d spent years fighting monsters and men alike, it was nice to be able to enjoy the victory of something simpler: primal, physical, and thoroughly his.

And as he worked Yuffie harder, her gasps now a mix of honest pleasure and **** admiration, Barret felt that strange satisfaction bloom, deep in his gut. Maybe the world had gone mad. Maybe everything was upside down now. But this: sweat, strength, rude laughter, and the snap of Shaya’s voice through the trees, this was a madness he could live with.

He felt the telltale tightening, the signal that always came faster than he’d like when dealing with Yuffie’s vice-like grip. With a grunt and a twist of his hips, Barret pulled out, thick shaft throbbing. He aimed for the earth, ropes of hot cum splattering across Yuffie’s smooth thigh, splashing onto the dry dirt and dead leaves between her legs.

Yuffie just cackled, tossing her hair back and flashing him a grin as bright as that shiny sharp wagon-wheel she called a weapon. “Ha! Too scared to flood the royal chamber, old man? That’s what I thought. Gotta protect that creeking ancient lineage from my treasure princess eggs, huh?” She gave her ass an exaggerated wiggle, the glob of cum rolling down toward her knee.

Barret rolled his eyes, wiping sweat from his brow with a forearm. “Ain’t no point risking a brat like you carrying my name. World’s wild enough.”

She stuck out her tongue, already yanking up her panties and shorts with a practiced twist, not a hint of shame as she half-strutted, half-skipped away. “Like your old-man sperm could even make it past the front gate! You sure you don’t want a try? Might be your last chance before I’m free and famous and you’re back to pounding rocks for company.”

Shaya let out a deep, throaty laugh, slapping her knee as she watched the exchange. “You hear that? You let her run her mouth too long and she’ll talk the forest spirits into growing her a cock just so she can show you how it’s done.”

Barret just grunted again, letting himself hang free, heavy and half-hard, sweat trickling down his abs. Shaya was already up and prowling over, licking her lips and wearing a grin that was all teeth and hunger.

Without hesitation, she knelt in front of him, mohawk high and proud, eyes gleaming up at him. “You want to see how it’s done, thief?” she rasped, shooting a glare at Yuffie, then grabbing Barret’s base with one powerful, callused hand. She opened wide, taking his still-thick cock in past her lips, swirling her tongue around the head with almost savage glee.

Barret’s hand found the back of her skull, his broad palm almost covering her entire nape. Shaya didn’t resist; instead, she pushed in, welcoming the weight and length, letting him guide her into a deep, unrestrained rhythm. He began to fuck her mouth in earnest, growing hard and fat, hips snapping, his balls bouncing against her chin, sweat and cum and saliva all mixing with the sound of the breeze and the buzz of cicadas.

Shaya was relentless, moaning and rumbling around his girth, not flinching in the slightest as he used her mouth as thoroughly as he pleased. Her tongue lashed, her throat opened, and every swallow sent a ripple down her tight, dark neck.

Yuffie, still yanking her shorts up, just rolled her eyes at the display. “Yeah, yeah, break her in, big man. Let me know if you need me to coach you on endurance after you tap out.”

But Barret hardly heard her. The power and the wildness of the moment were overwhelming. Shaya’s mouth was a furnace, her jaw strong and her gaze locked on his as he pushed harder and deeper. She wanted every inch, and he was happy to give it, losing himself for a moment in the sheer, primal simplicity of it all.

When he finally pulled out, spit-slick and rock-hard again, Shaya wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning up at him with pure, feral satisfaction.

“Ready for round two?” she teased, voice rough and sweet as whisky.

Barret let out a rare, genuine laugh, already dragging her up and toward the blanket. The day was still young, and so was the madness that ruled this world.

Barret squinted at the town of Axel as the three of them crested the last rise, the day’s sunlight spilling across its crooked houses and crowded lanes. Even for Axel, the place was riotous: naked men everywhere, capes and boots their only nods to modesty, and banners flapping in the breeze, all bearing images of Kazuma’s smirking face and that infamous goddess-slayer cock in heroic proportions. The women? They wore lingerie, fetish gear, anything that would turn a head and make a man blush.

Shaya stopped dead in her tracks, the light catching the deep gleam of her bare skin as she let out a low, primal whistle, a sound so raw and appreciative that a pair of passing maids glanced over and giggled nervously. She threw back her head and laughed, baring perfect white teeth, her arms crossed beneath the massive swell of her black breasts, bandages stretched tight but offering no real concealment. She looked ready to jump into the fray, start a fight, or maybe even both.

“Barret,” she said, voice all earthy growl and amused challenge, “what kind of wild ass town is this? Y’all always parade your dicks like festival banners, or is this some holy day for the monster-cock hero?”

Yuffie was just as confused, though with her, confusion came out as cocky snickering. “You said this was a starter town. What, do the ‘starter’ quests here involve seeing whose nuts hang lowest?” She jabbed a thumb at a bearded merchant walking past, his cock swinging proudly below a wide leather belt.

Barret let out a long-suffering sigh, already feeling the stares as he reached for his own belt buckle. “It’s...” he muttered, pausing to kick off his boots, “...it’s called CFNM Day. Clothed Female, Nude Male. Local tradition. Not much I can do about it, not unless I wanna get fined by the guild or spend the night in a cell.” He pulled off his last piece of clothing, baring his dark skin and, compared to the proud festival depictions and a few of the flashier locals, an unremarkable cock and a sturdy pair of balls. Not the worst in the crowd, but nothing that would land him on a banner, either.

Shaya’s eyes gleamed, grin stretching even wider, “Now that’s a holiday! I like this town already. Show me where the fighting pit is, or maybe I’ll just make my own.” Her battle cry was half-challenge, half-invitation, echoing down the street and turning heads.

Yuffie, meanwhile, was doubled over, wiping tears from her eyes. “Oh, Stump, you look so proud. Don’t worry, I’m sure there’s a banner somewhere for ‘most average’. Maybe next to the lost and found!”

Barret glared, jaw tight, cheeks burning as he straightened up and shouldered his pack, naked as the day he was born. “Just stick close, and try not to start a riot.” He stomped forward, black ass on display, determined to get through the day with at least a scrap of dignity; though with these two, he knew better than to expect any mercy.

Behind him, Shaya let out another wild, joyful whoop, her laugh ringing out like a battle cry as she took in the spectacle, more at home among madness than Barret would ever be.

Barret stomped through the busy, sun-washed street, boots thudding in the dirt, axe-arm glinting, and nothing else left to shield him from the festival madness. He couldn’t help but scowl as he glanced left and right. Everywhere he looked, men were parading without a stitch: their cocks swinging, balls swaying, and asses shining under the afternoon sun. In any other town, a naked man in the street would have the guards called; here, nobody even blinked.

“Damn my luck,” he muttered, cheeks burning under his stubble. “Of all the days… Knew we should’ve just camped outside for one more night. This place has more sex holidays than seconds in a week!” He ducked his head as a pair of women in bunny suits sauntered past, their laughter pealing as they pointed out various dangling dicks of note.

Shaya, by contrast, looked more at home than ever. With a wild, delighted grin, she peeled the last of her monk’s wrappings from her chest, letting her massive black breasts bounce free in the sunlight, the sweat on her skin shining like polished onyx. “Ahh, now this is living!” she crowed, stretching her arms high above her head, drawing a ripple of appreciative whistles from a nearby card table. “You prudes in the West could learn a thing or two from this town. Where I’m from, you bare it, you own it!”

Yuffie danced circles around him, eyes sparkling with mischief, still the only one of their party fully clothed. “You mean if you got it, you show it, unless you’re Barret! I’ve seen more impressive slugs than that black thing hiding between your fat black nuts.” She cackled, not the least bit fazed by the naked crowd, loving every ounce of Barret’s embarrassment.

Barret’s glare slid automatically to where Yuffie’s tight little booty bounced in her shorts as she taunted him. Damn brat. Maybe Shaya was right. Giving that mouthy thief’s ass a good lesson might do her some real good. Never thought I’d be one for it, but Shaya’s got a way of opening a man’s eyes…

Barret grumbled, but didn’t slow down. “Just keep moving. We’re heading to the guild. There’s an Arch Wizard named Viki. The girl’s got a head full of clouds, but she’s the best at teleport magic if she hasn’t wandered off. If not, we’ll have to try Carrie, and that’s a headache I don’t need.”

The fact that there were a pair of wizardesses who had that spell made stopping off at Axel worth it on the way back to Elroad. But it wasn’t a sure thing, that either of them would be present given the way Teleport magic seemed to only show up in people with weird ass eccentricities.

Viki, with her dreamy eyes and habit of drifting off mid-conversation, was famous for vanishing in a sneeze and taking whoever stood beside her along for the ride, whether that meant the middle of a sheep pasture, the roof of a bathhouse, or a kobold camp halfway to the capital. Barret shuddered just remembering the time he had ended up wedged in a rain barrel outside the Succubus Shop.

And Carrie, well… that blonde always wore a smug grin and insisted every teleport mishap was “all according to Fate.” Land on a mountainside in a blizzard? Destiny. Appear ten miles out to sea, dog-paddling for your life? That was, apparently, because “the stars decreed your journey should be more aquatic.” Barret’s old legs and arms ached just thinking about it.

Still, both girls had been instrumental in his missions against Elroad’s casino-dictatorship. They got him in, out, or away from trouble with a flick of a wrist (or a sneeze, or a cocky laugh). So, for all the strangeness and chaos, he was grateful Axel’s guild had a monopoly on weird teleporters.

They reached the Adventurer’s Guild just as a breeze fluttered a festival banner overhead, only to find the place closed up tight. “CLOSED FOR CFNM CELEBRATION. NO REQUESTS, NO QUESTS. See you tomorrow!” the sign announced in bold script.

Barret grunted, muttering a curse under his breath. “Great. Should’ve known.” The open-air café next door was still buzzing, though, and a pair of Forest Elf women lounged nearby, clad in nothing but leafy green bikini tops and bottoms, sipping from tall glasses and looking utterly at home in the chaos.

They were adventurers he vaguely recognized though couldn’t name.

Barret squared his shoulders, trying to project confidence as he approached. “Sorry to bother you ladies. You seen Viki or Carrie around? I need a-”

He got no further. The taller elf didn’t even bother to hide her disdain; she looked him up and down, eyes lingering pointedly on his exposed black dick and balls, lips curling into a smirk. Then, with a bored, nasal lilt, she said loud enough for the nearby tables to hear, “If your dick doesn’t hang past your balls while soft, please lower your fucking voice when you speak to me.”

Yuffie exploded into laughter so loud heads turned up and down the street. She nearly fell off the curb, howling, “Oh-ho! Stump gets roasted by the shrub squad! Maybe you should let me do the talking, boss. At least my mouth is bigger than your dick!”

It wasn’t, not at least when he was hard but-

Barret’s face tightened, but before he could answer, Shaya was already pushing past him. Her eyes narrowed, body tense, and fists flexing; she was a thundercloud ready to break. “Say that again to his face, pointy-ears. I’ll teach you to respect a warrior, no matter what’s swinging between his legs.”

The elves arched slender brows, but before things could escalate, Barret stepped in, jaw tight but voice steady. “Forget it, Shaya. Not worth it.” He put a firm hand on her shoulder, steering her away from the café with practiced resignation. “Come on. Let’s not start a riot on a festival day. We’ll figure out another way.”

Shaya gave the elves one last glare, an unspoken promise she’d remember their faces. Then she let Barret drag her back into the festival’s wild current, with Yuffie trailing behind and still cackling with every step.

The three of them barely made it five paces before the current of Axel’s festival crowd closed in and surged around them like a living tide. Revelers pressed shoulder to shoulder: nude men in boots and belts, women in every flavor of lingerie, leather, or little more than ribbons. All were jostling and laughing as they were swept through the maze of festival stalls and alleyways.

Barret tried to fight it at first, muttering curses and digging in his heels, but there was no resisting a whole town’s worth of half-drunk adventurers determined to go wherever the excitement led. Before he knew it, he and his crew were swept into the wide, sunlit plaza at the heart of Axel. The place was unrecognizable as the sleepy market it was on most days; today, the stalls had been cleared out and the stone paving was packed tight with naked men, dolled-up women, and festival banners proclaiming “Harem Knights’ Honor” and “Praise Be to Kazuma’s Shaft!”

Barret’s jaw clenched as he craned his neck, looking for an exit, any exit; but the wall of bodies was too thick. Shaya just laughed, letting the crowd bounce her enormous breasts even higher as she drifted beside him, and Yuffie wedged herself into a gap between two burly dwarves to get a better view.

Excited chatter fizzed through the mob, rising in pitch as someone announced, “Darkness Lalatina’s party is about to start the show!” A ripple of cheers, whistles, and lewd jokes swept over them.

Barret’s stomach dropped. No, please, not today… But even as he grimaced, he felt an involuntary twitch below the belt. His cock thickened and rose with the anticipation that seemed to grip every man in the plaza. There was only one reason a crowd this size would show up for a show by the famed Crusader’s party, and it sure as hell wasn’t to watch her swordplay.

Kazuma. The goddess-slayer dick himself.

Barret muttered, “This is what I get for coming to Axel on a festival day…” and yet, despite every rational thought telling him to bolt, he felt himself getting swept up in the buzz, the arousal, the impossible sense of communal expectation. It was just how the world worked now. A man could fight it, or he could get caught up in the madness and pray he survived with a scrap of dignity intact.

The way Axel worshiped this one man bordered on creepy, some dark corners even speculated there was some magic item he owned that let him take over the town so completely. Barret had done his research–fearing that they’d have another Elroad situation–but found nothing on the guy. Lalatina’s harem was just the one that was using the government’s Harem Knight programe for its intended purpose. It had long since been corrupted by old wealthy assholes looking to bang their maids, yet Kazuma was out here draining the government’s money and creating as many babies as he could. He could definitely respect the hustle, even if he wanted to hustle the fuck out of here right now.

The crush of the festival was inescapable now. Barret just scowled, resigning himself to being stuck until Axel got bored of its own horny chaos. He was just contemplating how he’d survive an entire day of naked dudes and laughing women when, without warning, two firm, heavy, and very familiar pairs of breasts collided enthusiastically with his chest.

"Barret!" chirped a bright friendly voice, and Barret had exactly two heartbeats to register glossy dark hair, silky skin, and the stunning press of two incredible tits before-

Wait, two pairs?

Barret's eyes widened as he realized who the second set belonged to. It was impossible not to recognize Cloud Strife, even dolled up and dazzlingly pretty. Cloud’s sinewy frame was outrageously wrapped in pastel lingerie, silky stockings, and frilly ribbons. The swordsman's familiar sharp features were delicately softened by flawless makeup, and his blonde spikes had been artfully swept into a playful, girlish style. The sculpted-shouldered, hard-bodied warrior had, somehow, grown breasts. And not just any breasts: Cloud’s round, high, gravity-defying tits were a perfect copy of Tifa’s own.

Tifa herself giggled warmly, pressing tighter into Barret as if to reassure him that yes, her famously massive, perky chest was still the original. Her lingerie matched Cloud’s to the stitch, just dyed a rich burgundy instead of pastel blue; and she, at least, had panties on. Cloud wore no panties, nothing to hide his groin. Instead, his cock, thick but soft and languid as if on break, rested snugly in the plush, pastel pouch that cradled his pair of gigantic, gravity-defying Kazuma balls. The pouch squished them together so that they formed a sort of creamy “cleavage,” the dwarfed shaft lounging between, completely and gloriously exposed for anyone to admire. The whole thing was brazen, almost proud, a visual punchline that said: yeah, this was a world where a harem knight’s cloned balls deserved their own showcase.

“Long time no see, big guy,” Tifa laughed softly, planting a friendly kiss on his cheek, her huge, high-riding tits squishing delightfully against him. “Missed you around here.”

Cloud nodded eagerly, his voice oddly gentle and feminine, sending a creepy little shiver down Barret’s spine. “Yeah, it’s been forever! We've got so much catching up to do!” Cloud hugged tighter, Barret's arm disappearing into an ocean of cloned cleavage.

Barret sputtered, unsure where to even begin. “Cloud, what the hell happened to-?”

“My tits?” Cloud finished cheerily, bouncing them shamelessly. “Darkness said matching sets were good for harem morale, and Tifa was generous enough to offer hers up as the gold standard!” He cupped and jiggled his impressive chest proudly. “Pretty amazing, right?”

“You can’t go wrong with a classic!” Tifa agreed, laughing and squeezing her friend’s hand.

Yuffie stared open-mouthed up at the two busty figures. “Woah, hold up! This is Cloud Strife? The Cloud Strife? Like, the badass sword dude who single-handedly cleared the Dragon’s Nest quest?”

Cloud turned, bending gracefully at the waist to offer Yuffie a dazzling smile, his lingerie barely containing his borrowed curves. “One and the same. Nice to meet you. And you are?”

Yuffie looked as though she’d just glimpsed heaven, swallowed between two nearly identical sets of massive cleavage. “Uh… Y-Yuffie Kisaragi. Treasure princess of Wutai, and totally available if you two ever need a lock picked, a quest completed, or uh, anything involving… lotion?”

Cloud laughed, a light, sparkling sound that seemed so at odds with the stoic swordsman Barret remembered from dozens of hard-fought missions. “Well, Yuffie, it’s always good to have someone skilled with their hands around.” He winked, then ruffled Yuffie’s hair with one manicured hand, sending her hairband askew. “Stick with us, you’ll get plenty of practice.”

A chuckle pulled everyone’s attention to Shaya, who’d watched with open amusement until now, her massive ebony mounds thrust confidently forward. “Speaking of ‘fitting in’- seems we’ve got ourselves a proper tit battle brewing. Been a while since I saw a competition worth sweating over.”

Without waiting for a reply, she strode into the little circle of introductions, looming over Yuffie with a wicked grin before extending a strong, calloused hand to Cloud and Tifa in turn. “Name’s Shaya. Monk, wanderer, and proud owner of these-” she bounced her own impressive chest, making the contrast with Cloud’s and Tifa’s even more dramatic, “...and, most importantly, this man here.”

With that, Shaya clapped a possessive hand on Barret’s bare shoulder. Grinning wide enough to show her perfect teeth, she then brought her palm down in a thunderous smack across his exposed ass.

Barret yelped, caught off guard, as Shaya let out a booming laugh. “That’s right! This one’s mine, so watch your hands. Though you can look all you want…heheehee.”

Tifa greeted Shaya politely and gave her a long, appraising look; her gaze sweeping from the monk’s bandaged fists to her wild mohawk and the athletic stretch of her legs. Finally, her eyes settled on the gleaming ebony globes atop Shaya’s chest and she giggled, giving Barret a nudge.

“Wow, Barret. You could’ve just told me you had a thing for busty brawlers. No need to go all the way out of town to find one. I’ve been right there pouring your drinks for years!”

Barret’s jaw dropped, his eyes snapping wide in disbelief. Tifa- flirting? With him? Sure, he’d admired her from behind the bar once or twice (who hadn’t?), but he’d never let his thoughts go any further than an extra-long glance, let alone acted on them. And yeah, sure, he liked a woman with muscle and a bit of fight, but he hadn’t exactly been prowling taverns searching for Tifa’s doppelganger, either no matter how much he liked big tits on a tough body.

What had that damn crusader noble done with his friends?!

His face burned hotter, and for a moment, Barret just sputtered, caught between embarrassment and a stupid, giddy schoolboy rush. “I- I wasn’t- It ain’t like that!” he managed, his voice cracking under Shaya’s mischievous, iron grip and Tifa’s teasing, sidelong smile.

Yuffie, meanwhile, was snorting with laughter, bouncing on her heels and nudging Cloud with her elbow. “Oh, I like your friends, Barret! They bust your balls almost as hard as I do.” She grinned, then, with zero shame, began tracing a curious finger along the length of Cloud’s dick who wasn’t at all bothered apparently as he bent down to whisper something to her with a little smile.

“C’mon, Barret, You know teasing’s half the fun on a day like this,” Tifa laughed again, mashing her bountiful, jiggling jugs up against Barret’s thick arm and giving it an appreciative squeeze. “It’s all good festival fun and you’re perfect for it. You’ve got those big arms, those thick pecs… You fill out your birthday suit better than ninety percent of the men here fill out theirs.”

Her eyes raked over his chest and shoulders and when it slipped lower, pausing at his half-hard shaft, she just smiled softly and didn’t say a word- somehow, in the context of this crazy festival, that silence spoke volumes.

Barret suddenly felt more naked than ever, caught not only by his own friends’ boldness, but by the memory of every crowded street, every festival cheer, every damned banner with Kazuma’s monster cock on it around them. He was standing here, black and bare, his own dick refusing to shrink, knowing full well it didn’t measure up to even Cloud’s… especially as Cloud’s pale, thick cock was swelling rapidly inside Yuffie’s greedy mouth. Yuffie, for her part, just winked up at Barret with a lewd little grin, acting as though sucking off the prettiest “woman” in the street was the most normal thing in the world.

Wait. Was Yuffie really…?

Yep. Squatting down, neon green thong whale-tailing it between those two perky cheeks, the brat was happily slurping on Cloud’s thickening, milk-pale cock, one hand lazily bracing herself on Cloud’s thigh while the other toyed with his lacy pouch, as if this was the most casual thing in the world. Cloud’s face was a picture of dreamy bliss, eyes half-lidded, utterly unselfconscious as Yuffie worked him over in full view of everyone.

Barret snorted. For all Cloud had apparently changed of late, you could still count on the pretty boy to turn into a drooling Kazuma-cum hose the moment someone said please.

He grunted, crossing his arms. “Don’t get too comfy, Cloud. That brat’ll have you dry as a desert if you let her. She sees anything valuable, she’s scheming how to swipe it.”

Tifa grinned, “So what brings you all to Axel, Barret? Couldn’t resist the festival, or are you here on the righteous casino crusade?”

“Just passing through. Wouldn’t’ve come if I’d known about all this CFNM nonsense. Damned town’s got more bare skin than a goblin’s den.”

Yuffie popped off with a wet gasp, grinning over her shoulder as she revealed the cock in her hands, now fully hard and thick as his Buster Sword with white, glossy cum still issuing forth in a constant, sedate stream onto her throat and shirt. “Holy shit, Barret, you gotta try this! It’s like a magic fountain. This is good stuff!”

She went right back to capturing the head in her mouth as Cloud moaned, face dreamy and content, his lashes fluttering. He swayed where he stood, barely conscious, his cock now closing in on ten inches, heavy and hot in her hands.

Barret felt himself fully harden in response to the scene. The friction of so much jostling tit-flesh and the sight of Yuffie’s greedy mouth working overtime were impossible to ignore. He glanced down and immediately regretted it, catching the side-by-side comparison: his own black shaft, rigid and proud, sure, but nowhere near as thick or long as the pale beast now drooling down Yuffie’s throat.

It was impossible not to notice the difference. With Shaya pressed to one side, her huge dark jugs bouncing with every delighted laugh, and Tifa on the other, cupping her own matching pale tits and watching with open curiosity, Barret felt every inch of his own length measured, weighed, and, not for the first time, found wanting.

Cloud’s cock had a chunky, swollen look, the veins popping out like angry snakes, a heft to it that practically screamed “Limit Break.” His shaft seemed to have gained a little extra size just from being attached to those Kazuma nuts. It was obscene. Unfair, even.

Barret had seen enough. He reached down and, with a big, calloused hand, snatched Yuffie by the collar of her crop top, hauling her upright before she could finish milking another mouthful. “That’s enough outta you, girl. The only blowjobs you oughta be givin’ are the ones I tell you to, now let the man have his brains back, damnit.”

He glowered at her, though there was no real heat in it; if anything, there was an awkward, protective note buried deep in his voice, the way a long-suffering boss might grumble about his favorite troublemaker. Yuffie just wiped her mouth and shot him a shameless, cheeky grin, not the least bit repentant.

Cloud took a moment to steady himself, blinking as if waking from a pleasant dream. His heavy cock bobbed lewdly in the open air, dripping the last lazy threads of Kazuma’s famous spunk onto the cobble stones. When he finally looked up, it was with a bright, flirtatious smile and a toss of his tousled blond hair, voice lilting almost singsong.

“Aww Barret!” Cloud chimed, bringing the back of his hand to his mouth in a mock-ladylike gesture, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “How could I refuse a treasure princess, especially when she asked so sweetly?” He winked at Yuffie, utterly unconcerned about his big, glistening erection hanging between them.

Then Cloud leaned a little closer to Barret, lowering his voice to a teasing purr that sounded nothing like the stoic swordsman of old. “Besides… it’s festival day. I’d be a terrible bearer of Kazuma’s nuts if I didn’t share the goods.” He punctuated the statement with a little hip wiggle, the lacy pouch of his cloned Kazuma nuts jostling playfully, inviting any and all attention.

Tifa burst out laughing at the display, wrapping an arm around Barret’s shoulders, her breasts squishing warmly into his bicep as she shot Cloud a look of mock admonition. “See what you’ve missed, Barret? Leave us alone for a few months and suddenly Cloud’s the prettiest girl at the festival… and twice as much trouble!”

Barret finally found his voice, still flabbergasted. “Cloud… this really you now? You always used to be all stoic and serious. Now you’re out here playin’ dress-up and-” he gestured vaguely at the blonde’s confusing body, “-practically flirtin’ with half the damn town!”

Cloud, just for a heartbeat, let the old taciturn mercenary peek through: his voice dropped an octave, flat and cool. “Yeah, Barret. I’m still me.”

But the moment passed. With a giggle and an exaggerated bounce of those massive Tifa boobs; soft and jiggly as a pair of overripe melons barely contained by his frilly top; Cloud slipped right back into his cheerful, teasing persona, fluttering his lashes and giving Barret’s arm a playful squeeze. “But what’s the point of being a back up Harem Knight if you can’t make people smile? Lady Lalatina’s got… a lot of tastes. Being a member of her harem means trying on a lot of roles. Turns out this side of things is a lot more fun than brooding. You should try it, big guy.”

Tifa laughed, bumping Cloud with her hip. “You should’ve seen him at our first orgy with Darkness’ crew. Poor Cloud was so stiff and awkward! Now look at him: life of the party!”

Cloud flashed a dazzling grin, twirling a golden lock around his finger. “Adapt, overcome, seduce!”

Barret didn’t really know how to be supportive with these matters. He mostly just didn’t care, it wasn’t his chest or balls that had been altered. If Cloud was happy, who gives a shit. Besides, he just wanted to escape the town center and get to Viki before any more crazy bull happened.

“It’s happening!”

“This way!”

“Hurry!”

The crowd started moving in an almost violent way. Pushing, shoving, and barging as the river of people began shoving Barret’s huge body forwards.

“Get the hell off me!” he barked, but to no avail. To them, he was just a wall in the way of getting where they needed to go. Shoving one of the half naked fools away just made a different one take his place. Not only that, they were heading further away from the guild.

He could see within the crowd that Yuffie and Shaya were still weaving through the horde to catch up with him, but Cloud and Tifa had been pushed away to the sides. Tifa looked concerned, but Cloud was giving a jovial wave. “See you later, Barret! Enjoy the show!”

“Show? What damn show?”

The air over Axel’s festival square shimmered with torchlight, magic sparkles, and the high-pitched hum of an entire city on the edge of collective orgasmic hysteria. CFNM Day had reached its fever pitch. Hundreds of men stood in the crowd, stark naked save for boots and various straps and sheaths to carry their weapons or tools of the trade, but grinning with pride or trembling with embarrassment, depending on their endowment. Women, lavishly dressed in silks and enchanted accessories, leaned forward from balconies or danced in the streets, their eyes glittering with excitement.

But it was the center stage, elevated and silk-draped, glowing under enchanted lanterns, that held everyone’s breath.

Standing there, fully nude and perfectly unfazed by the crowd’s roars, was Kazuma Satou. His hands rested on his hips, as if he had just solved some dungeon puzzle. His cock stood erect in the open air, glistening with anticipation. His balls, infamous across the land by now, hung low and heavy, swaying with every small movement.

“Alright, alright,” Kazuma muttered under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck as the crowd chanted his name. “How did I let this get so weird… again?”

“You love it!” yelled a voice that Barret couldn’t see near the front, but did recognize as Rosary, one of the freaks from his fanclub. Her job as hype woman seemed to be fully established, as she got the chant to resurge in energy.

Aqua moved through the festival crowds as if she were the main attraction, her blue hair glimmering under the lanterns, nearly nude and blissfully unashamed. Her plump, fat-teardrop breasts bounced freely: soft, heavy, and so full they seemed almost too big for her slim, delicate waist. Each step sent a subtle quiver through her wide, feminine hips, drawing every eye downward to the curve of her impossibly peachy ass, which was firm and round and begging to be touched. Her skin was smooth and dewy, her thighs plush and inviting, and her bare pussy caught the warm night air with every swing of her hips. Carefree and grinning, she waved at the festival-goers, delighting in the way their hungry gazes feasted on her goddess-like body; Aqua’s every curve was shamelessly on display, perfection on proud parade.

Darkness, by contrast, was the armored star of a hundred secret fantasies. Her Crusader’s “armor” had been reduced to a gleaming gold-and-white basque that cupped and lifted her ample breasts until her nipples nearly spilled out, leaving her strong arms and thighs bare save for enchanted bracers and garters. The slit skirt that had once protected her modesty was now little more than a trailing ribbon, showing off the sculpted heart shape of her ass every time she turned. She knelt with ceremonial grace at center stage, eyes bright with masochistic anticipation as she offered herself as the platform for the evening’s debauchery.

Megumin, standing with her staff planted at her side, wore an “Arch Wizard” costume that left little to the imagination: a tiny cropped robe, open at the chest and fluttering around her waist, leaving her flat stomach and petite, pale breasts bared, her long cape doing nothing to hide her nakedness. Her thigh-high boots and oversized hat lent a touch of the dramatic. However, with every swirl and movement, it was clear this petite archwizard had chosen spectacle over modesty.

A hush fell as Kazuma strode forward and Darkness arranged herself on hands and knees, arching her back until her big, heart-shaped ass rose like a throne. Megumin, cheeks aflame with the twin fires of embarrassment and delight, perched atop Darkness’s back, legs spread, her delicate thighs trembling.

Aqua pranced about the stage, wriggling her hips and blowing kisses to the crowd, drawing a sea of worshipful sighs and a few **** pleas for blessings.

Kazuma paused, letting the crowd drink in the sight: a goddess, a crusader, and an archwizard, his harem and his pride, arrayed before him in a living tableau of fantasy and excess. He gave a lopsided, cocky grin, then stepped in close, his enormous cock brushing against Megumin’s petite entrance, the stark size difference eliciting gasps and wild cheers from the audience.

For a heartbeat, the city seemed to hang on that moment. It was a world remade by magic and desire, every boundary rewritten, every fantasy on full display, and the only law that mattered was pleasure, spectacle, and the glory of Kazuma’s legendary, goddess-slaying cock.

Let the show begin… is what Barret would say, if he didn’t have shit to do today.

“Wow, is that real?” asked Yuffie, eyes clearly glued to the tower bobbing about on stage, “like… wow.”

“We’ve seen it all damn day on banners,” growled Barret.

“Yeah, but I thought those were fake…” Yuffie murmured, a little bit of drool escaping her lips.

“Like when a painting depicts a King more muscular and brave than they ever were,” Shaya agreed, eyes also locked onto the stage with minimal blinking, “Surely he doesn’t intend to use such a phallus?”

“Why wouldn’t he? He’s done it a fuckton before now.”

Shaya looked like she was in disbelief, “I could see the blonde perhaps handling such a tool, but the priest and wizard would snap in two, would they not?”

“Kazuma’s penis is a versatile beast,” a man beside them in the crowd butted in to explain, “He’s seduced the big titty guild owner, the Demon King’s Daughter, and even a frog!”

“Shush!” another woman hissed, “I can’t hear the foreplay!”

Barret sighed, knowing he was stuck in here for the long hall with Axel’s most insane eclectic masturbators. Just his damn luck… at least the show would be good.

Kazuma had begun moving now, taking Megumin by the waist and raising her high. She gave a proud and dramatic pose, arms spread wide as she was lifted like she was at the front of a doomed ship. A wave of claps erupting through the crowd before Megumin was lowered back down, landing upon her kneeling blonde crusader table. Darkness giving a pleasured shudder from being used in such a way.

Megumin’s pulled-up cloak left her bare backside pressed directly to Darkness’s oiled cheeks, the two pairs of buttocks snug together in warm, scandalous contact. She shifted, only to squeak as she slid a bit deeper into the cushioned crack.

“D-Darkness! Your rear is swallowing me again!” she squeaked, kicking her legs.

Darkness shivered with glee. “Apologies! My sinful flesh can’t help welcoming a comrade!”

Aqua, who had been playing around with Darkness’ hanging tits, suddenly jumped up to become the center of attention, “Before the blessed eyes of the Axis faithful, I shall now perform the blessing of Kazuma’s penis. Join in if you know the words!”

“Dude, Aqua. I’m right at Megumin’s entrance.” said Kazuma with a frown.

“Yeah! And I get to do my Crimson Demon chant after you!”

Aqua just continued unperturbed, “Oh Satou Kazuma’s penis, impossible in length, girth, and juiciness. Let all who gaze upon your majesty earn thrills of pleasure, be they those that desire your seed or those that wish to compare. May you forever stand tall, not matter how many times Paul and Inari Okami pump onto your favourite Goddess’ tongue~”

Kazuma rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide a grin. “Alright, let’s try and keep the damn mood here. Ready or not, Megumin…”

He held the oversized tip to her dainty entrance. The sight was comical: like a dragon’s head poised before a keyhole. Yet as he pushed forward, Megumin’s tight slit stretched gaping wide like magic.

“H‑hyaa?! Ka‑Kazuma!” she squealed, voice pitching up as inch after monstrous inch disappeared inside. Her eyes rolled, and a blush erupted across her cheeks. The crowd watched in breathless fascination as Kazuma kept plunging. A quarter of the way in, a distinct bulge rose beneath the smooth skin of her narrow tummy, pressing outward like a burrowing monster.

The plaza lost its collective mind.

Aqua seized the moment. After her speech, she had moved down to begin kissing one of Darkness’ buttcheeks, when with a flourish she turned and seized the approaching dangling balls in her palms. She gripped him like she was testing the weight of a wineskin before pulling them out to the side and lifting them up.

Kazuma didn’t let the awkward sensation of his balls being stretched out to the side rather than their proper place rocking below break the rhythm of his stroke game, Megumin yelping with every depth increasing stroke.

Aqua’s gesture dragged the whole package of his balls and shaft into clearer view. Most men’s sacs were nothing, tiny pouches that clung close, but Kazuma’s were heavy and pliant, stretching and lifting as Aqua displayed them like a priestess showing off an offering.

“Behold the divine bounty!” she cried, and to squeals and whistles, bent forward to run her tongue in one slow, reverent line from seam to root. Kazuma groaned aloud, hips twitching, his cock flexing deeper inside Megumin at the sudden worship. The crowd’s roar climbed another octave.

Megumin, impaled but determined, clenched Kazuma’s forearms. “I‑I can endure… For the sake of Explosion!”

“Remember to breathe,” Kazuma muttered, cheeks red, yet sliding the last length home until his hips met her slim thighs. Darkness felt his heavy balls slap against her bouncing rear and moaned into her cushion (Aqua having lost interest and dropped his sac to wander over and preen for the crowd near the edge of the stage).

With the mismatched pair fully joined -tiny mage and colossal weapon- Kazuma began a slow retraction. Every backward motion showed the bulge tracking beneath Megumin’s skin. Then he thrust in again, the bulge surging back, each plunge accompanied by crowd‑wide gasps and cheers.

Megumin’s voice climbed an octave with every stroke. Her small frame quivered, nubile breasts bouncing with each impact.

Kazuma drove deeper, pace steady, feeling her soft walls clench. Darkness’s rear quaked beneath them, acting like a springboard, every ball‑smack sending ripples across her gleaming cheeks.

Barret didn’t need to be told the crowd was losing it.

He could feel it in his bones. The chant, the whistles, the sheer manic hunger rolling through Axel’s square as Kazuma jackhammered the little mage on Darkness’s broad, quivering back was enough to make the stones underfoot hum. The bulge in Megumin’s belly went in and out with every thrust like some kind of obscene pendulum, and the townsfolk reacted as one: moans, gasps, the wet slap of hands working cocks or cunts in near-perfect rhythm.

Barret scowled, arms crossed, but he wasn’t fooling anyone. That itch was crawling up his spine too. It hit him like always when Kazuma performed. An ache, a pull, the damn-near compulsory urge to stroke himself raw while the goddess-slayer cock did its work. Around him men were openly jerking, women leaning forward with greedy eyes, the smell of sweat and sex filling the air thicker than smoke.

To hold on as long as he could, he avoided looking right at the sexual storm. There was one woman not revelling directly in the show.

Wiz--Barret had seen the lich shopkeeper around town once or twice--slipped through the crowd like a naughty dream, a kinky nurse’s headdress perched atop her hair and a tray steady in her hands. Her titanic breasts were utterly bare save for two bold crosses of black tape, each X centered over a fat, plush nipple. They were obscene, perfect globes presented with nothing but tape as decoration. Every step made those mountains roll in slow, decadent waves, the tape tugging at overfed nubs while the males nearest in the crowd leaned in toward the boobquake. Below, a tiny black g-string was busy getting chewed into disappearance by her ridiculous badonkadonk, the floss vanishing between two springy planets of ass with each sway.

It seemed this woman’s role was supportive in nature, holding out a tray for those that needed any items she was selling. There were two squirts bottles–one of lube and one of Kazuma’s jism–each for a different type of wanking. She also sold rope burn kits for the over-exciteds, potions of rejuvenation, and so many tissues.

Barret had kept his eyes on her all the way until she naturally approached him. “Hello~ anything from the Wiz shop?”

“I… uh… well, ma’am-”

“Bet you wanna just grab that big ol titty, eh Stump?” Yuffie teased immediately, “Too bad you gotta choose between groping her or yourself~”

“O-oi! I don’t-!”

“I do,” said Shaya, “I must say Miss Saleswoman, you certainly have good business sense to be out here today dressed like that.”

Wiz gave an embarrassed and happy blush, “O-oh, me? I… well, I do own a sh-shop but this outfit was Aqua’s idea.”

“Then I shall redirect my praise to her!”

“Oh… okay…” mumbled the humbled Wiz.

Barret was twitching. This meaty white girl was the exact kind of MILF he had a secret fetish for. He loved Shaya, and definitely had an equal interest in athletic crusaders, but sometimes a man appreciates the variety in his meals. Now this cute girl was in his field of vision while also seeing Kazuma’s railing of Megumin behind her.

“Woah, don’t think I’ve ever seen your thing bob around so much,” commented Yuffie, reaching down and poking at his precum spewing schlong, “Shouldn’t you be jerking it right now?”

“G-grrr…” he hissed, unable to speak when he saw the way Kazuma’s dick created a lump in Megumin’s mons with each thrust. His mind imagining her womb getting crushed by such a fat breeding stick made him shudder in unrealised pleasure.

Barret found himself stroking in spite of everything, that damn itch taking over his hand. And right there beside him, shoulder-to-shoulder, having just caught up to the rest of the party, Cloud was doing the exact same. His garter straps taut on his thighs as his pale fist glided up a shaft that, Barret couldn’t help clocking it again, matched him in girth but had him beat by a few inches of smug, milk-white length. The comparison stung. Same thickness, sure…but the pretty boy had more reach. Barret grunted, jaw tight, knuckles whitening on his own meat as pride and heat wrestled in his gut.

“He’ll take a squirt of lube,” said Shaya, placing a coin on Wiz’s tray. “Come on, Barret. Enjoy the festival.”

With a cute smile, Wiz picked up her bottle and let a thick dollop of cream cover Barret’s dick. The coolness of the lube feeling so good against his boiling pole. “Would you like some of Kazuma’s semen too? Guaranteed to give satisfying orgasms. I can also squirt it on panties, if needed.”

“Oh shit, really? Yeah, jizz me up girl.” said Yuffie, opening her booty shorts up and stretching her panties out to let a thick stream of cum soak into the fabric.

With a wet plap, she let the sauce coat her cunt. Giggling at the way it felt before running her fingers up her cum covered lips. A soft groan escaping her as she felt the magical semen begin to seep inside her.

Barret had never seen Yuffie so docile, already nearing his limit before he turned to see Shaya do a similar action with her own panties. His beautiful girlfriend’s thin panties getting filled by the Harem Knight’s jism. The wetness on her lips mixing instantly, and he could tell her nipples were hardening through her top.

His hand rubbed up and down his cock, hard. “I-I can walk and wank…” he mumbled to himself, still loosely trying to figure out which way he could shuffle out of there between the splurting spectators.

Though it was tough not just to nut after such a holdout. The feeling of rapidly stroking to Kazuma was amazing, with each pump of his hand making his whole body alight in flame. His rhythms matching the fervent pace of that scraggly adventurer, making that Crimson Demon girl writhe all over her drooling blonde table. With Aqua having given up on the crowd to shove her face into Kazuma’s ass, licking away while fondling his balls. A damn Goddess debasing herself like that, with the strongest wizard race moaning so sweetly, and lewd crusader under his heel. Who wouldn’t wanna be compared to such a goddamn stud?

Wiz beamed at Cloud. “Cloud! Could you… perhaps… top off the house bottle?” She lifted the squeeze flask labeled KAZUMA: PREMIUM with both hands, cheeks pink.

Cloud’s lashes fluttered; he glanced at Barret with a sugary smile, then at Wiz. “Anything for a sister in the harem~.”

Wiz leaned closer and, with a gentle tug upon Cloud’s dick, whispered, “More please.”

The words hit Cloud like a spell. His eyes went hazy, lips parting; his big white cock bobbed, dreamy and obedient. She lined the nozzle to the glossy tip and he sighed as a silky, pearlescent stream poured in a steady, lazy arc, filling the bottle with that notorious “miracle.” Wiz watched the level rise, tongue peeking at the corner of her mouth; the crowd’s roar washed over them as Megumin’s belly-bulge surged again on stage. “Thank you, dear,” she murmured, capping it and giving Cloud’s cheek a fond pat like they’d done this a hundred times, which judging by their easy rhythm, they had.

Tifa had also joined with Cloud, but didn't even pretend she wasn’t keyed solely to the show. Still tucked against Barret’s right side, she hooked her panties aside with two deft fingers and began flicking tight little circles over her clit, breath catching in hot, quiet huffs, while her other hand plunged deep into the swell of her own breast until plush flesh spilled between her knuckles. She didn’t even register Wiz’s sales patter, Cloud’s lazy milk-tap, or Barret’s fist, her world had narrowed to the stage and the ruinous cadence of Kazuma driving the mage down on Darkness’s back. Eyes glassy, lips parted, she rode that rhythm like liturgy, every squeeze and flick syncing to the thunder of his strokes, lost in the pure, obscene ecstasy of witnessing perfect, living Kazuma-cock porn a few dozen paces away.

“Look at that bulge travel,” Cloud breathed, voice all silk again as the bottle clicked shut. He swayed, still half-dreamy, milking a few last drips onto Wiz’s tray before she tucked it home among potions and tissues. Yuffie, already glossy between the thighs from her earlier “seasoning,” snorted and elbowed Barret. “Heh. Your femboy’s longer and he’s the tap. Tough night, Stump.”

Barret didn’t rise to it. Couldn’t. His fist was moving now, slow and brutal, the lube slick and cool against the heat he could no longer deny. He stared stubbornly ahead, refusing to look left at Cloud’s longer swing, refusing to look right at Tifa’s shameless fingers. Shaya slid in behind him, arms around his middle, cheek to his back, mohawk grazing his shoulder as she pressed those massive, hot-soft tits to him in firm encouragement.

“Hold your pace,” she purred, watching Kazuma bury another lunging stroke into Megumin. “Breathe with it. Own it.”

Onstage, Kazuma drew back, the obscene belly-bulge retreating under Megumin’s trembling skin, then he slammed forward again, Darkness’s oiled rump jiggling like a drumhead beneath them. Aqua hugged Kazuma from behind to tongue along his spine, one hand kneading those legendary balls like she was coaxing a blessing from a temple bell. The square howled.

Wiz had left his field of vision, but she hadn’t left completely. Another bolt of pleasure shooting up him as her soft tits suddenly leaned onto his axe arm, pushing their plushness around his muscular arm as she leant over. “Oh, did you want a tissue? Um, it’s probably hard for you to use with this… but if I just put it riiight heeerreee…”

That rotund plumpness pushing against his arm felt amazing. Her struggles to rest a single tissue over his cockhead making him growl in building pleasure, not helped by the soft breasts of Tifa on his leg, Shaya on his back, and now Wiz on his arm.

Was this what Kazuma had to deal with every day?

That thought, comparing himself to Kazuma, was the proverbial straw for Barret. Suddenly and violently jizzing with a mix of a groan and a roar. His sticky syrup splattering against the tissue Wiz was hovering over his head, though it was mostly just for show, the bulk of his blast hitting against her hand or on the armor of the shorter knight in front of him. He was hardly the only one shooting ropes to Kazuma's Crimson Cunt Kebab, though he had managed to be one of the loudest.

"There... we had some fun... now let's go to the damn guild already." Barret panted, watching as Wiz used a few more of her tissues to clean up the mess on her hand.

Cloud pouted, "Leaving after only one? I always thought you were the stamina king, Barret~"

"Indeed! I must see the blonde knight be railed! His conquering of such a strong woman must be legendary!"

Barret wanted to fight them, remind them of how much more they needed to do to take down Elroad's elites and that time was of the essence to get back to their home base.

But then he saw it.

A series of women were walking single file onto stage following a blonde priest's directions. The group seemed totally random–a busty knight, a lamia, a dark skinned milf, Aerith, a waitress, among others–yet all seemed to be beaming with pride at being able to join Kazuma up on stage. Their outfits seemed to be taking a page out of the men of the town today, as none wore anything below the belt. Dripping pussies all itching to get fucked by the man on stage.

“Let’s give a hand to our raffle winners!” Announced Aqua, clapping up a storm and encouraging the crowd to do the same, “Though I still think everyone would prefer to watch me take all of Kazuma’s semen, they have won the right to get fucked by him!”

All the women up on stage turned and placed their hands against the back of the stage. Their hips bent as low down as they could go, presenting only their rears to the crowd, and more importantly Kazuma. It was so sexy to see these girls so obedient, so **** for Kazuma, that Barret could feel himself getting aroused at the display yet again.

And of course, it was then that Barret noticed that both Viki and Carrie were both up on stage. Their two options for teleporters had just booked themselves in for a long day of getting fucked by the big man himself, which meant even if they were on his side Barret’s party was going nowhere.

“Damn, how long do these breeding sessions go?” asked Barret, still wiping his brow after such a climax.

“Oh, this could go for hours,” said a helpful man who was stretching, cock dribbling out his own leaking load, “Last time I wanked nine times! Only stopped because Kazuma started fucking the lube girl and I didn’t want another infection down there. Ya know?”

“Shit. Hours?” Barret groaned, they were definitely going to miss this window, “This is why I don’t come to Axel anymore, man.”

“Oh Barret. Loosen up! Get into the spirit of the holiday, like Yuffie!” beamed Shaya.

He looked around, realising his thief had run off. He was about to sound the alarm before his eyes grazed over the stage, seeing that Yuffie had only gotten as far as cheating a raffle system. Her own booty waving back and forth as she waited for her turn to get split by the legendary godslayer cock.

Barret sighed, but Shaya just pushed those feeling away with a grab of his collar, “I say, let’s show these wonderful Axel goers a real party. I hear a penis pushing Kazuma’s cum inside you is fun for both parties, shall we try it?”

“Fuck it, I think I can get into that.”

Story 3 (Tifa vs. The World)

Round Three. The Final Match.

The air in the stadium was electric. Cheers had barely stopped for the last hour, and the energy didn’t seem to be slowing down any time soon.

Thanks to a magic item and a few normalities, the entire Guild Hall has been transformed into an elaborate, thunderous wrestling coliseum. Magic spotlights swirled left and right, casting beams down over the packed stadium crowd. Floating enchanted speakers that had boomed out each slam, cheer, and scream from the ring below.

In opposite corners rested the fighters. Waiting for that third round bell to begin their match once more. It was a bright red square with a big golden 'K' circled on the floor. Ropes that had been blessed with protection magic encircling the only two allowed in the ring. Magical illusions flicker around the arena--slow-motion replays, nameplates, and pop-up bios. It was a full production, unlike any that Axel had seen outside of idol concerts, all in the name of raising money for the Dustiness-Ford Harem.

They even had mismatched hosts on the commentary table.

Erika, the pink-haired idol from The Axel Hearts, loved to play to the crowd. Her desire to be seen as the cutest around helped her raise the audience’s spirits between rounds, while her cohost excelled in focusing on the match itself. Being literally twice her size, Barret was a surprising lover of the sport. Had this not been a women’s only league he’d probably be right there in the finale, yet his enthusiasm and ability to hype up the matches would be surely missed.

“Whew~! It’s Round Three and I still haven’t recovered from that piledriver through the priest’s table in Round One! Our contenders really know how to make me look cute by comparison!”

Next to her, Barret slammed his fist into the table, a wild beaming grin on his extended maw, “THAT’S RIGHT, ERIKA! TIFA’S BEEN FIGHTIN’ LIKE A DAMN BEHEMOTH ALL NIGHT! BUT THAT CRAZY LADY DARKNESS!? SHE FIGHTS LIKE A WALL THAT ASKS YOU TO BREAK IT!”

“This isn’t just wrestling, this is a war between muscles and masochism!” surmised Erika, unperturbed by the large man’s yelling so she could continue to suck her drink.

“DAMN RIGHT IT IS!”

In the left corner, with Aerith feeding her water behind her, was the people's champion: Tifa Lockhart. Her body was bruised, yet you’d probably not notice that thanks to battleworn clothes that showed such squishy flesh underneath. While she usually wore a tight white tank top with tiny shorts and suspenders, the first two of those items had been removed. Now her suspenders were attached only to her black panties, having to serve an additional function of barely covering her thick rosy nipples. Tifa’s usual black fingerless gloves rounded up her top half, with white thigh high socks for the lower half.

“You’re doing so well. You totally got this, Honeybee,” said Aerith, continuing to cast minor healing spells on her girlfriend while toweling down her sweaty body. “Darkness may seem immovable, but I know you can overpower her.”

Opposite her, with Aqua serving a similar role to Aerith, was the blonde crusader herself. Muscles glistening from the skylights, her body truly did scream unbreakable. Wearing only a thin bikini top tied to her collar that seemed to struggle to contain Darkness’ huge breasts, and a golden thong that dug into her mons and rear. Barely able to contain her tuft of pubic hair.

The first two rounds had left barely a scratch on Darkness, while Tifa felt like she was only getting exhausted the more they fought. Punches, kicks, and titty bounces only encouraged the crusader. Her heart thumping louder the more you hurt her.

“Alright, we’re nearly at the final bell. But we’ve had such a long day of wrestling, let’s see how these two TITANS got to the final round!” roared Barret, pointing at the magical display that began showing off a montage of wins from both sides. Clips of the day’s events began replaying on the screen.

“Our big booby Tifa first fought the much more modest sized, Lia! My girlfriend from The Axel Hearts, Lia’s known for having the defence of twelve men and giving really messy oral!”

Barret grinned while shaking his head, “Tifa was the only one giving the licks in that fight! Lifting Lia above her head to deliver finger after finger into her unguarded cunt!” The images on screen showed Lia stretched out over Tifa’s shoulders, head locked in by her left hand and pussy fingered with her right, “Whodathunk that an idol would moan that loudly!”

“I knew!” waved Erika, “Darkness’ first opponent was the slippery Esu! That pink slime girl nearly had the crusader’s number, but thanks to Darkness working out how–and where–to sit on her face, she managed to pull out the win!

“Then we had Tifa going up against the dynamic duo of the ninja warriors! Agile warriors, and mouthy as hell, Tifa took out Chris by smushing her against her tit before bumping Yuffie out the ring with her rear! Gotta say, I really enjoyed that one!”

“I remember. Did you put a wager down against them?”

Immediately Barret’s sunglasses were pushed down to reveal angry eyes, “What?! There’s gambling here?! I’m trying to fight against Elroad doing that shit, man!” He growled, looking around the stands. Megumin instinctively hid the money basket she was walking with behind her back.

“Um, anyway! Darkness’ second opponent was The Masked Crimson Demon Wrestler! A mysterious opponent from parts unknown, this black haired girl in a science coat got through her first round with brains over brawn, but didn’t have the know-how to counter Darkness’ unbreakable spirit!”

The crowd could see as definitely-not-Saikomiko had her arms and legs pinned behind her back, fully at the mercy of the blonde who was fingering her for the crowd.

“Half naked muscled women squeezing each other for our entertainment. Mm! Damn I love wrestling!” Barret grinned, forgetting all about the gambling snafu. “Now we all remember Tifa’s semi-final match against Bova! Though thick minotaur thighs pressing against Tifa’s face, it looked like the end! But with one last burst of strength, she pulled a role reversal! Flipping over Bova to pin her leg down, butt to butt!”

“We all thought Bova had a really good chance of becoming champ! Don’t worry, I still think you’re cute, girl!” beamed Erika, quietly adding, “Not as cute as me, though…”

“And not as fine as that terrible Darkness’s semi-final opponent! Shaya had the ferocity and the spunk to go all the way! Only to not have the damage to take down that damn wall!” The screen showed Shaya trying her best to titty twist her way to victory, only to be sat on and finger blasted until her juices sprayed against the floor of the ring. The sight made Barret mad, “Dammit! Give her hell, Tifa!”

Back to the match itself, the final bell rang out as the two fighters left their corners.

Tifa, battered but focused, steadied herself against the oversized grinning knight. The roar of the crowds both louder than ever, yet also fading away as she took deep breaths to focus herself. Adjusting her torn glove, Tifa felt locked in, standing as firm as her abs that were gleaming with sweat and determination.

In her thoughts, Tifa sized up the competition, “Okay. You’re tired. She’s not. Darkness enjoys pain. You… just need to outlast the weirdness”.

Darkness was grinning, but hoarse from so many moans, “Yes… Hurt me, Tifa. Emotionally if you must. I’m so ready for your strength against mine… hold nothing back against me!”

With one final bell ringing out, the final round began.

Tifa grit her teeth and pushed forwards, matching Darkness’ charge with hands splayed out. Their palms slammed together causing a minor shockwave to erupt out from the sheer **** the two exuded, fingers gripping down to lock them in place.

Muscles flexed and rippled. Heels dug into the floor, resisting the other’s attempts to throw them off balance.

Yet with all the raw iron strength getting thrown around, it was their soft chests that were squishing together that seemed to attract the audience’s attention.

Tifa’s suspenders were barely able to contain her chest, while Darkness’ bikini looked ready to slip off from just her sweat alone.

Neither were giving each other an inch. Even in the third round, both women were giving it their all a thousand percent. It was a war of attrition. Yet the more Tifa flexed and tightened her grip on Darkness’ hands, the more she seemed to smile back at her.

“Yes! More! MORE!”

Suddenly, after tensing for so long, Darkness stopped pushing against Tifa. The **** she was exerting pushing her forward unexpectedly, letting Darkness rip her hands away from Tifa’s. Arms quickly wrapped around the brawler’s muscular abdomen before raising her up off the ground.

Tifa felt immense pressure around her belly. Arms squeezing her abs with incredible ****. Darkness’ face was buried deep in her cleavage, and Tifa’s feet had no purchase, only barely grazing the ground. Even throwing her weight around did nothing to deter the wall she’d been caught by.

The squeezing was dangerous. Breathing was becoming a struggle, if she wasn’t careful this would be the final nail in the match’s coffin. Kneeing her stomach only made Darkness groan more, yet Tifa was feeling her strength fade every second.

Suspenders stretching to their limits, forcing Tifa’s thong to grind even deeper into her ass cheeks and pussy lips.

Her vision was starting to darken around the edges, frustrated groans barely audible over the roar of the crowd and angry barks from the commentators.

Yet through all of that, Tifa only heard one voice.

“COME ON, HONEYBEE! I STILL BELIEVE! FIGHT BACK!”

That unwavering support, how could Tifa ever let it down?

Her legs locked around Darkness’ torso. Thick thighs scissored against the knight’s sides, tightening as hard as she could manage in retaliation.

Darkness just squeezed harder, enjoying the pain from her abdomen, but Tifa wasn’t done yet. The cleavage squeeze was something Darkness was using to encourage herself, but from this position it could be used against her.

Tifa pushed forwards and wrapped her own arms around blonde locks. Tifa’s tits were a full sweaty cocoon of flesh for Darkness’ face.

Even if Darkness was loving every second of this, she was still human, and humans needed to breathe.

Her muscles flexed and tightened as Darkness began to struggle in her titty grip. Her face unable to break free, with her mouth struggling to detach from Tifa’s sopping wet flesh. The stuffy tomb making it clearly hard for Darkness to get a full gulp of air. All while Tifa’s thighs crushed against the pure titanium wall of Darkness’ abs.

She wasn’t letting go no matter how hard Darkness struggled. Even when her suspenders/thong was pulled to wedgie level proportions–making her tight pussy gush onto the woman she was squeezing–she held strong. And with the grip around her own waist loosening, Tifa knew she could win this.

For the first time all day, Darkness fell to her knees. Not down yet, but pulling, scraping, hitting, anything to dislodge the latched upon woman.

Tifa used her full weight to throw them both to the floor, pinning the blonde down while lying on her back.

Darkness pushed against the ground, giving full **** to releasing her head against Tifa’s grip. Not realising that was what Tifa wanted, letting Darkness rotate around so her face could finally escape her titty prison before truly securing her victory.

As Darkness took a gulp of air, Tifa shifted all of her limbs at once. Left leg under her tits, right leg around Darkness’ right arm, left arm around her neck, and right arm over her forehead. There was no angle that the drooling crusader could escape from, Tifa using all the strength she had left to keep Darkness from moving.

Only her left arm was free, but it had no purchase to do anything but lightly swat at Tifa.

The succubus referee hit the field, slamming her hands against the ground every second. As the count went up, Darkness even stopped trying to slap Tifa. Seemingly trying to move past Tifa’s thigh, perhaps in one last ditch effort to remove the leg.

Tifa realised only at the count of ten that Darkness was trying to give herself a wedgie, orgasming explosively as soon as she’d lost by firing pussy juice at the enamoured succubus.

Taking over from the referee, Erika took to the ring. Quickly taking the bruised bruiser’s arm in hand and raising it to the sky. “Your winner is… Tiiifaaaaa Lockharrrrrrttttt!!!” Erika roared to the erupting audience.

The screens all changed to show the winner, with two X’s appearing on Darkness’ eyes. Confetti began raining down, as more people rushed into the ring. The fastest of which was Aerith, who full on leapt into her girlfriend’s arms for an (as Kazuma would later put it) end of the movie style kiss. Spinning the lighter flower girl around in pure victory.

“I knew you could do it, Tifa!” Aerith beamed.

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” she replied weakly, still feeling like she’d been wrestling a golem more than another woman. Aerith just kissed her again before finally being let down.

Barret strutted over with the trophy, a medium sized golden statue of a female six pack atop a plinth. He gave her a congratulatory and respectful nod as he handed it over, letting Tifa admire it before showing it off to the crowd. Once more the cheers erupted around them.

He placed the magical microphone in front of her mouth, “Nice job, Tifa! Way to represent Avalanche’s strength! How’s it feel to beat some ass?”

Tifa nodded, “Amazing… it was one hell of a fight, Darkness!”

Kazuma poked at his grinning girlfriend who still lay on her back while Aqua was casting healing spells at her, “Yeah, she’s gonna be out of it for a while. Well done, Tifa~”

“Thank you! And thank you everyone! I had a really good time!” She beamed, looking out to the crowd with reverence, including Megumin who was still collecting bet money. “Remember to donate what you can to the Dustiness-Ford Harem! Me and my girlfriend…” She began, reaching over to take Aerith’s hand, “...we just found out we’re also pregnant with Kazuma’s children! Our joy is overwhelming, and we just want to help spread awareness of the wonderful things joining his harem can achieve! I’ll be putting this trophy where our fans and future kids can always see it, so come visit The 7th Heaven bar!”