Red XIII

The heroes pursued where Hojo had been taken by the phantoms, although Cloud was more focused on an elevator to the bottom. They saw the feline-ish creature speeding past them, Hojo in his sights, but the lecher got to a freight elevator first, the heavy doors closing. The creature turned, his hackles raising.

"What? You wanna go?" Barret asked, emboldened by his new microlaser.

"Stop. He is a friend. A strong ally of exceptional endowment," Aerith said, scratching behind his ears gently.

"Uh... So what the hell is it?" Barret asked.

"A fascinating question," came a deep reply. "I am that which you see before you. Nothing more. I'd appreciate it if we simply left it at that. Agreed?" Tifa looked at the beast, his scrawny frame marked with tattoos. And beneath his frame, a large cock, still sheathed. Unusual cocks ... she shook her head to clear it.

"Thirteen?" she asked.

"Red XIII," he responded. "The designation given to me by Hojo."

"Then… you must have another name. What is it?" Tifa asked. He didn't answer. He looked to the now open elevator as Cloud entered it, silent and unnerved.