Fic: Unexpected Developments (Jenova/Turks, not worksafe)
This wasn't what I was planning for today, but I am nothing, nothing, if not perverse.
Unexpected Developments
In the lab, Jenova's holding tank squealed, groaned, and burst.
FFVII, Jenova/Elena/Reno/Rude/Tseng. 500 words.
NC-17/MA/Not Worksafe. Dubcon (with minimal trauma), tentacles, crack.
Elena tugged on a battered filing cabinet. It rattled but didn't open. She kicked it and tried again.
"Uh, Elena?" Reno interjected. "We're looking for Jenova -- you know, naked headless blue alien chick? I don't think she's in there."
Elena ignored him and gave the filing cabinet another savage kick. It squealed open. She pulled out a black binder and waved it in his general direction. "Shinra lab inventory," she said, then flipped it open. "What d'you suppose she's listed under? Specimens - Biological - Other?"
"Is there an entry for 'Specimens - Biological - oh god oh god we're all going to die'?"
***
In the lab, Jenova's holding tank squealed, groaned, and burst. Dozens of rubbery appendages slithered out of the holes in the shattered safety glass.
Elena jumped back, but not fast enough. One of the tentacles caught around her upper thigh. Another tangled around Reno's feet. "What the hell?" Elena demanded, prying at it.
Tseng's mouth set in a grim line "We must have inadvertently removed the safety."
"Back up," Elena said, and fired twice into the squirming mass.
The tentacles quivered, relaxing their grip. She pulled her leg free. "Let's -- "
Then the tentacles slid oil-quick and dragged them all down and in.
***
"No one's -- " Tseng said, and then hissed as a tentacle brushed against a very sensitive spot. " -- being strangled?"
"No," Rude said dryly, "but you wouldn't know it from the sounds Reno's making."
Reno had shed most of his suit, and rocked into the grip of the tentacles with every indication of pleasure, amidst moans.
Elena whimpered. "I think Reno's got the right idea." One of the tentacles was teasing her nipples. "It's not like we can get loose. Might as well let her finish, get away after."
Tseng couldn't argue with that logic, or with the expression on her face.
***
It wasn't like she would have chosen this, certainly, but, well.... A flexible tentacle slid in and out of her cunt -- curling in a way that a cock just couldn't, so that with each stroke it massaged the right spot inside and rubbed slick against her clit. She was making desperate sounds and rocking her hips -- but that was nothing to be ashamed of, between Reno's moaning and Rude's purr and Tseng's low soft noises.
She knew she was close, but when she opened her eyes and saw Tseng watching, his eyes hot, it sent her over the edge.
***
Sure enough, when it was done and Jenova was satiated, the tentacles retreated, quiescent, and it wasn't that hard to round them back into containment.
Reno mopped come off his chest with an absolute lack of shame. Tseng and Rude cleaned up similarly, if somewhat more discreetly. "Well," Elena said, after a moment. It wasn't clear what to say.
Reno had few conversational hangups. "Watching Rude get fucked good was hot. And watching Tseng watch you come, damn."
Elena flushed but didn't disagree.
"We totally should do that again," Reno went on.
"Without Jenova, for preference," Rude said, and smiled.
***
Author's Note: With apologies to Wash for the stolen line.
Unexpected Developments
In the lab, Jenova's holding tank squealed, groaned, and burst.
FFVII, Jenova/Elena/Reno/Rude/Tseng. 500 words.
NC-17/MA/Not Worksafe. Dubcon (with minimal trauma), tentacles, crack.
Elena tugged on a battered filing cabinet. It rattled but didn't open. She kicked it and tried again.
"Uh, Elena?" Reno interjected. "We're looking for Jenova -- you know, naked headless blue alien chick? I don't think she's in there."
Elena ignored him and gave the filing cabinet another savage kick. It squealed open. She pulled out a black binder and waved it in his general direction. "Shinra lab inventory," she said, then flipped it open. "What d'you suppose she's listed under? Specimens - Biological - Other?"
"Is there an entry for 'Specimens - Biological - oh god oh god we're all going to die'?"
***
In the lab, Jenova's holding tank squealed, groaned, and burst. Dozens of rubbery appendages slithered out of the holes in the shattered safety glass.
Elena jumped back, but not fast enough. One of the tentacles caught around her upper thigh. Another tangled around Reno's feet. "What the hell?" Elena demanded, prying at it.
Tseng's mouth set in a grim line "We must have inadvertently removed the safety."
"Back up," Elena said, and fired twice into the squirming mass.
The tentacles quivered, relaxing their grip. She pulled her leg free. "Let's -- "
Then the tentacles slid oil-quick and dragged them all down and in.
***
"No one's -- " Tseng said, and then hissed as a tentacle brushed against a very sensitive spot. " -- being strangled?"
"No," Rude said dryly, "but you wouldn't know it from the sounds Reno's making."
Reno had shed most of his suit, and rocked into the grip of the tentacles with every indication of pleasure, amidst moans.
Elena whimpered. "I think Reno's got the right idea." One of the tentacles was teasing her nipples. "It's not like we can get loose. Might as well let her finish, get away after."
Tseng couldn't argue with that logic, or with the expression on her face.
***
It wasn't like she would have chosen this, certainly, but, well.... A flexible tentacle slid in and out of her cunt -- curling in a way that a cock just couldn't, so that with each stroke it massaged the right spot inside and rubbed slick against her clit. She was making desperate sounds and rocking her hips -- but that was nothing to be ashamed of, between Reno's moaning and Rude's purr and Tseng's low soft noises.
She knew she was close, but when she opened her eyes and saw Tseng watching, his eyes hot, it sent her over the edge.
***
Sure enough, when it was done and Jenova was satiated, the tentacles retreated, quiescent, and it wasn't that hard to round them back into containment.
Reno mopped come off his chest with an absolute lack of shame. Tseng and Rude cleaned up similarly, if somewhat more discreetly. "Well," Elena said, after a moment. It wasn't clear what to say.
Reno had few conversational hangups. "Watching Rude get fucked good was hot. And watching Tseng watch you come, damn."
Elena flushed but didn't disagree.
"We totally should do that again," Reno went on.
"Without Jenova, for preference," Rude said, and smiled.
***
Author's Note: With apologies to Wash for the stolen line.