Tifa Inserts the Materia

Tifa jumped off the stool and seethed. Her mind was consumed by anger, with half formed thoughts and fantasies of what she was going to do to whoever sent the collar and letter.

Unable to contain herself she leapt to her feet and screamed, “I’m going to find you. Then I’m going to beat you. Then I’m going to keep beating you until you beg me to kill you!” while stomping around the room, hands clenching repeatedly.

It took a while but eventually her white hot rage cooled into a simmering anger.

Retaking her seat, the still seething girl glared at the materia, scrutinizing them and looking for some clue that would betray the one that would free her. They were all an identical silver-pink, with an identical, subdued inner glow of the same colour. Running her fingers over them, Tifa could find nothing to tell them apart with.

Hissing in anger, Tifa just glared at the collection of materia in her hands, knowing with certainty that the bastards had purposely made them exactly alike. Barely resisting the temptation to hurl the materia across the room, she instead slammed them down onto the bar’s surface. The stinging pain in Tifa’s hands gave a way to focus and let Tifa **** down her rage. Needing a bit of calm, she quickly filled and emptied her glass twice more.

Tifa’s body was burning hot from both her anger and the **** now running through her veins. Through her anger, she came to the realization that this stupid “game” was going have its outcome determined by pure random chance.

Feeling powerless, Tifa deflated and paused to pour and down another drink before she hesitantly reached for a materia.

Tifa sourly glared at the softly glowing materia held between her fingers before Tifa grimly said, “**** I guess.”

With that said, she clenched her fist around the materia and looked over the bar, into the mirror. With trepidation, Tifa carefully positioned the gem over the slot to the right of the pink gem and took a deep breath.

She slipped it into place.

The materia locked into place with an ominous click and began to pulse. The glow of the gem grew in intensity with each pulse until it matched the brightness of that first pink materia. Then they flashed blindingly in unison, tearing away the last vestiges of her anger and leaving behind a deep worry about what was about to happen.

Whatever the materia was doing, it began with a spicy tingle in the tip of Tifa’s tongue which quickly spread backwards, down her throat, before it stopped, settling deep within her chest. Then the tingle shot up, blazing a trail into the depths of her head and from there, it swept into her sinuses and nose.

For an agonizing second, the heated tingling just stood still, inspiring a brief flash of hope that it was over, before Tifa was bludgeoned with an overwhelming craving for an unknown and unidentifiable something. Shifting uncomfortably, Tifa dimly realized that her nipples were rock hard and that she was getting moist, down between her legs.

Suddenly worried that she might do something to make things worse, Tifa bit down on her lip and tried to stay still. Her mind was determined to just ride things out but her body betrayed her, and was now beginning to burn with lust. For a fleeting instant, the horror of the materia taking control of her body and its arousal gave her the strength to wrest control back, forcing the growing tide of lust down.

But then, a sudden surge in arousal overwhelmed the ragged bits of Tifa’s self-control and **** a moan from her lips. She wanted to imagine it as an alien sound, the long and low cry of a wanton slut in heat, but it was recognizably her own voice. Tifa’s cheeks flushed in shame at the sound of her body acknowledging the pleasure she was feeling. The lust filled moan seemed to release the spicy heat in her body and, thankfully, also carried away some of the arousal.

The sounds of a highly aroused girl releasing a ragged, passionate breath filled Tifa’s ears. The knowledge that those sounds came from her own throat, as a result of putting in the materia, stoked the heat in Tifa’s cheeks and relit the simmering embers of anger within her. Hands twitching with the **** need to masturbate, she tried to center herself, throwing the fires of her ire at the problem. Eventually, anger spent, Tifa managed to fight down her lust enough so that while the girl was still highly aroused, she was confident in her ability to control herself.

Opening her eyes, Tifa examined herself in the mirror and saw that nothing had visibly changed, other than the new materia glowing alongside the first one. But, that strong craving for something was still weighing heavily on Tifa, leaving her feeling a constant, longing ache in her body. Worse, there was a vague feeling of something being off with her throat, which left her stiff with worry.

Tifa giggled nervously in an attempt to relieve some of the tension in her body, trying to convince herself that nothing bad had happened, “I guess I lucked out on that one. Nothing crazy happened…I think.”

Slurping and swallowing the mouthful of saliva that had quickly accumulated in her mouth, Tifa continued, “Right, onto the next one.”

Swallowing thickly once more, she picked up a second gem and inserted it to the left of the pink materia. It clicked in and Tifa watched it repeat the actions of the last gem.

This time, the flash brought that spicy tingle to the entrance of Tifa’s throat first. From there, it spread strongly down the back of her throat and down into her chest. Not stopping there, the tingle spread up into her brain. There was another spike of arousal, stronger this time. It was intense to the point that the lust she felt left no room for Tifa to feel any shame or anger. She was left dripping wet between the legs, bursting with arousal. Once again, Tifa gasped, her body acknowledging the pleasure with a moan, much louder this time, and the spiciness and some of the arousal left her body.

The sense of wrongness brought on by the first materia had now spread. She could now feel something off in the back of her mouth, joining the still present feeling of wrongness in her throat, which had only grown. Uncomfortably, it reached deeper and down further into her this time, getting more intense the farther it reached.

Barely able to control herself, Tifa opened her eyes to confirm that there were no visible effects. Highly aroused, Tifa tried to steel herself and immediately grabbed, with what she hoped was determination, a third gem to slot into her collar.

This time the spiciness engulfed her entire mouth before wafting into her head. The spike of arousal this time was too much for her, and Tifa found herself groping and mauling her breasts. She pinched and tugged at her nipples, thinking that it was too hot. Horny beyond belief, Tifa pulled up her tank top, wanting to suck on her nipples like usual.

She attempted to lean forwards but found the posture collar stopping her. With a mournful moan, Tifa gave up and slipped a hand down her belly, towards her pussy.

Having difficulty slipping her hand beneath her skirt, she shifted, almost falling off the stool. With a **** moan of frustration Tifa leapt to her feet and hopped onto the bar top, barely having the presence of mind to find an open section of bar.

She ended up face down, her cheek pressed into the smooth wood of the bar staring at her reflection in the mirror, ass in the air and on her knees. Her hands slid down her body, briefly groping her round, tight ass, before yanking up the hem of her tight miniskirt.

One hand slipped its fingers past her white thong and into her dripping slit, while the other frantically rubbed at her swollen clit. In the mirror, she could see her body gyrating and grinding her tits, hard, into the bar top. Her rock hard nipples flicked this way and that with each grinding change of direction.

Suddenly, her body tensed and Tifa came harder than she had ever cum before. In the mirror, she watched great spurts of her girl juices shooting out and splashing onto the bar top with each delicious twitch of her belly.

Eventually they tapered off and Tifa’s hands fell limply to the bar, her eyes watching the reflection of a thoroughly satisfied girl, basking in a glorious post cum glow.

Tifa panted contentedly, brain fuzzy from the lingering pleasure, until her breath hitched, chilled by what Tifa thought she saw in the mirror. Clumsily pushing herself up into a kneeling position and after a few slips on the wet bar, Tifa leaned forwards and opened her mouth. Slowly, she stuck out her tongue and watched it extend far further than it should have, confirming what she had seen in the mirror.

Disbelieving, Tifa stretched out her tongue, watching as the tip of it managed to lick past the tip of her nose. With that, her tongue retreated quickly.

Tifa’s mouth clicked shut.

She acutely felt the deep wrongness in her mouth and tongue, and realized that there was a horrifying reason for it.