Sector 7

The survivors were grouped at the playground separating the ruins of sector 6 from the ruins of sector 7. There were some heartwarming reunions ... Marle was still alive, Betty, many survivors. But not Biggs. Not Jesse.

The three wormed their way through the destruction, the collapse of millions of pounds of steel and concrete from the rich onto the impoverished. Only to find Seventh Heaven completely and irrevocably destroyed.

Tifa collapsed onto her knees in front of the bar. Her life ... her happy, if meager life ... destroyed. She sobbed, her body doubled over, surrendering to the grief it but for a moment. And then she heard it ...

"Meow."

"Is that Wedge's cat?" she asked, drying her tears. "Let's follow it."

The three followed the tabby cat, down through a pipe, down into the deep cavity of Midgar. The area was still structurally unsound. The three were amazed at just how deep the infrastructure was.

"Hmph. This place reeks of Shinra," Barret growled. They were surrounded by cages, a secret laboratory underpinning the sector. They followed the cat, periodically calling out for Wedge.

The ground started to shake, and a massive piece of concrete and steel fell, separating Cloud from Tifa and Barret.

"Shit ... we'll keep going, you find another way down and we'll link up!" Barret yelled.

"Copy," Cloud said, his voice faint on the other side.

Tifa and Barret picked their way through the wreckage and the lab, inspecting the facility curiously. It wasn't easy for Barret, being with a woman that was programmed to be a slut. He remembered rescuing her from a life as the Don's whore, expecting the hottest piece of ass to be his alone. But then he'd learned about the chip ... how she was coded, almost like a computer.

He was the biggest, Blackest man in Midgar. He wasn't a pimp ... he just wanted what was best for the Planet. But he was no cuckold either. So he'd learned to accept Tifa's whorish impulses, both those programmed and those from her internal desires. And when he found someone that he thought would be a fine addition to their relationship ... Tifa would consent. It was the foundation of their unconventional relationship.

"Daddy," Tifa said.

"Yes, baby?" Barret asked as they slipped into a tunnel.

"Now that Cloud is gone for a bit ... I need some stress relief," Tifa admitted. Barret chuckled.

"Why don't you say it more plainly?"

"I need Daddy's big Black cock," Tifa said, blushing hotly. Barret undid his belt, his tight pants giving way. It was surprisingly cool here, despite the hot acrid air above. They must be deep down, he thought. Tifa stripped. She was self-conscious about a wound, leaving her top on but pulling her tits out. The Don had pierced them back in the day, and Tifa was oddly disinclined to remove them. She had a matching clit piercing, and her mark from her days as a whore, the Don's tattoo on her ass. Barret wondered idly if she was programmed to need those whorish accoutrements, or she just liked them, or it reminded her of more ... interesting times.

They didn't have a lot of time, so Tifa got on all fours. Barret inserted himself into her pussy. One benefit of her coding was that so many women were incapable of taking Barret's massive Black fuckstick. But Tifa could handle it like the professional she used to be, her big ass undulating as he fed every inch of Black cock into her pink pussy. He reached around, grabbing her huge tits, tugging at the nipples, being rewarded as they started to drip.

"Fuck yes ... Black cock, Black cock, Black cock," Tifa chanted, her reddish-brown eyes closed, in pure ecstasy. She was into Blacks bad, Barret knew. Not just him. Any Black man. Barret was lucky they were a rare commodity on the Planet.

He pounded her, the fittest man pounding the fittest woman on Midgar. They didn't mean to take much time, but almost an hour passed by the time that Barret fed his cum into his woman. They panted for a moment, collapsed onto the cool steel of the tunnel. When Tifa's eyes opened she yelped.

"Goddamn, you fuckin' twink, how long you been staring?" Barret growled. Cloud shrugged.

"The entire city can probably hear you both," Cloud said nonchalantly. Barret's fist clenched, but Tifa calmed him.

"He needs to learn to watch, Daddy," she said comfortingly.

They made Cloud leave while they finished getting dressed. He scowled as they emerged, still sweaty but over the devastation they saw above.

"He's down this way," Cloud said quietly. Next to the fat man was a cat, meowing happily.

"He's okay!" Tifa said happily.

"You sure? Making me worry like that. I'd kick your ass if you didn't look like shit! Thank god!" Barret said, pumping his fist. Barret easily lifted the bulky Wedge, carrying him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.