Side Quest - Red XIII

Deep in the lower laboratories of Shinra Headquarters, long after the main alarms had shifted to the upper floors, Red XIII remained chained to a reinforced examination platform. The metal collar around his neck was still locked. Mako monitors beeped in steady rhythm. Hojo’s assistants had fled during the breach, leaving the specimen alone under the harsh white lights.

A single lab technician had stayed behind. She was one of the junior staff who handled the more hands-on work with the non-human subjects. Young, tired, and already half-undressed from the heat of the failing climate systems. She approached the platform slowly, eyes fixed on the powerful red-furred body stretched out before her.

Red XIII’s golden eyes tracked her. He could speak. He chose not to.

The technician released one of the leg restraints, then another. She ran her hands through the thick fur along his flank, down across the hard muscle of his hindquarters. When she reached beneath him her fingers closed around the heavy, sheathed length of his cock. It was already beginning to emerge, dark red and tapered, thickening rapidly under her touch.

She stroked him until the full shaft was free, slick and heavy in her grip. Then she climbed onto the platform, straddled his midsection facing his hind end, and lowered her bare cunt onto the pointed tip. She sank down slowly, taking the thick animal cock inch by inch until it stretched her open completely. A broken sound left her throat. Red XIII’s hind legs tensed against the remaining restraints. A low growl rumbled in his chest.

The technician began to ride him. She braced her hands on his furred back and bounced on the thick shaft with short, desperate strokes. The wet sound of her cunt taking the animal cock filled the lab. Her tits swayed. Slick ran down the red length and dripped onto the metal platform. She reached under herself and rubbed her clit while she kept impaling herself on him.

Red XIII thrust upward as much as the remaining chains allowed, driving the tapered cock deeper into her. The technician came hard, body shaking, cunt clamping down around the thick animal shaft in strong pulses. She kept riding him through it, chasing a second orgasm, until Red XIII’s hips jerked and he unloaded. Hot, heavy spurts of cum flooded her cunt, more than a human male could produce, overflowing around the stretched rim of her hole and running down his cock in thick white streams.

She stayed seated on him until the last pulse faded, then lifted off with a wet sound. Cum poured out of her used cunt and soaked the fur of his underbelly. The technician wiped her dripping thighs with a discarded lab coat, reset the restraints she had loosened, and left the lab without looking back.

Red XIII lay still on the platform, golden eyes open, the scent of human sex and his own release thick in the recycled air. Somewhere above, the tower continued to burn with alarms. The collar around his neck remained locked. For now.