Johnny

Tifa burst into Cloud's room early the next morning.

"They've got Johnny," Tifa said, panting. Cloud stood up, pulling his sword off the wall.

"AVALANCHE?" Cloud asked.

"No, but he's a talker," Tifa said worriedly.

***

They found Johnny blindfolded, his hands tied behind his back, his skin bruised and welting. He had bright red hair and a muscular frame. He was surrounded by three Shinra soldiers.

"I don't know anything," he was saying. "I'd try Jessie. She lives ..."

Cloud sliced down the first guard facing away. Tifa's preferred weapons were her gloved fists, which she used to pummel the second guard. That left the squad leader, and thirty seconds later, he'd fallen too. Cloud pulled the blindfold off him.

"I knew somebody would save me ... oh Tifa ... hey baby," Johnny said, suddenly sly. Cloud looked over at Tifa. Her eyes were dilated, her breathing was quickened, her tits looked bigger. He looked at Johnny with quiet rage.

"You're a talker," Cloud said. "So talk out of town. Leave tonight or I'll finish what Shinra started."

"Sure buddy...but give me twenty minutes with Tifa first,"

"Do it Cloud," Tifa said quickly.

Cloud furrowed his brow. "Like I give a shit." He stalked off to the alley, but kept an ear to the action.

"Mmm, I can't believe you're still chipped, Tifa. These big funbags leak so much around me. Fuck, that mouth..."

"I ... fuck ... can't get it removed ... oh, just shut up you himbo ..." The action then devolved into a steady 'gluck gluck gluck' as Tifa blew Johnny. By the time she emerged into the alley an hour later, her huge tits leaking milk, her face coated in cum, Cloud was long gone.

Cloud was back at the Stargazer, looking at Chad's gift: pictures of Chad playing with his huge, flawles ivory and pink cock. The confluence of those images, plus the rawness of Tifa cuckolding him once again, had him tugging on his dick in no time.