Tropical Heat

Part 2

     The trip back wasn’t exactly fun for the brown-haired girl, with only a towel to cover herself it was a real walk of shame to get back to the inn. Yuffie was thankful for her ninja training which allowed her to pass without garnering too much notice, but there was only so much she could do in broad daylight and a few comments about her appearance trailed behind her much to her embarrassment. The Innkeeper in particular seemed very amused by her change in wardrobe, likely as he had witnessed her leave fully clothed. She left him to speculate on what sexual antics she had been up to, whatever conclusions he arrived at wouldn’t be half as embarrassing as what had actually transpired.

     Back in her room she dug out her new bikini. She had purchased a green and yellow high neck halter bikini to pull up the girls so that she could pretend to compete with Tifa, and it was cut in a way to show off a fair amount of cleavage and side boob. Since she knew she wouldn’t normally receive much attention around Ms. DD she had gone with something cut a little on the skimpier side and was now regretting the decision. After what had happened in the guest room Yuffie didn’t want to so much as think about sex for the rest of the trip. The bottoms were secured with long ribbon ties on each side, and Yuffie had fashioned them into little bows. The outfit was completed with a long strip of white tan-through fabric she had picked up to serve as her signature headband, the ultra-thin fabric was her solution to the ‘Ninja’s tan’ she found herself with the first time they had visited Costa Del Sol.

     When she arrived at the beach she found everyone well into their cups already, and—with a couple stoic exceptions—chatting amiably and enjoying the sunshine. Everyone save for Vincent was wearing suitable swimwear, although whether you could call Tifa’s scant triangle bikini suitable was debatable. Yuffie still couldn’t believe the busty brawler had bought it in cowprint, did she really want to invite the comparison?

     “--and the best part is, he still has the dress!” Tifa exclaimed, which received a gale of laughter from Barrett, Cid and Reeve, as well as a teenage girl that looked familiar but Yuffie struggled to place. Cloud looked less than impressed.

     “Well, you’re the one who wears the pants, so can you blame him?” Yuffie joked as she approached.

     “Yuffie, hey! How did it go with Nanaki?”

      “Gawd, I don’t want to talk about it. Got any rum in that cooler?” Yuffie’s question was answered by Tifa grabbing a few bottles and mixing a beverage atop the cooler. As she leaned over the cooler the boys all peered at her massive chest, and even Yuffie found herself staring at the enormous orbs of flesh. Yuffie wondered what it would be like to have that effect on the men in her life, maybe it was because she had spent so much time alongside Tifa but the men in her life didn’t tend to give her too much attention. If only she had a body like Tifa’s.

     Barret was hung up on Tifa, Cid never had his eyes off of Tifa’s body, and they had all watched Cloud and Tifa fuck atop the Northern Crater. Contrastingly, Cloud hadn’t even reacted when he and Yuffie had kissed at the Golden Saucer. Red XIII was the first member of the party to look at her the way the others looked at Tifa.

     Perhaps that was why she was still a virgin, she may as well have been invisible standing next to that bombshell. But no, if she was being honest it was her personality as much as her lack of curves. Try though she might she couldn’t seem to keep herself from pestering people. Men only had so much patience, and it always wore out somewhere between introductions and the bedroom. Yuffie lamented that with what she had done in the shower she had technically gone farther with the houndlike Nanaki than any other man, if she didn’t count her skull-fucking at the hands of Don Corneo when she had been captured in Wutai.

     Her train of thought was thankfully disrupted by an expertly mixed spiced rum cocktail. She sipped at the cool smooth drink gratefully as it washed the last vestiges of the flavour of Red XIII’s cum from her mouth. Tifa hadn’t lost her touch, you could take the wench out of the bar but not the bar out of the wench it seemed.

     Tifa crossed her arms and said, “I don’t know what’s gotten into him. Red XIII’s always been stiff but never this stiff.” Yuffie sputtered her drink, and waved off the concerned glances in her direction.

     “He was fine until you bitches showed up,” Barret remarked. “What, you finally say somethin’ over the line Yuffie? You always puttin’ somethin’ in your mouth.”

     “Aww that’s too bad,” the younger yellow and red clad girl lamented. “I bet he’d have been fun to play with on the beach.”

     “Yuffie, you remember Priscilla?”

     It took her a moment and then it finally clicked, “oh! Cloud’s fiancée!”

    Now it was Tifa’s turn to choke on her drink. “EXCUSE ME?”

     “Tifa, it’s not like that,” Cloud said defensively, shooting Yuffie a dirty look. “Priscilla here said she was going to marry me when she grew up after I—”

     “Gave her mouth to mouth?” Yuffie interjected.

     “—After I saved her from drowning.”

     “It’s okay Tifa, we can share,” Priscilla laughed, disarming the situation. “I ran into Cloud on his way in from Junon and he invited me, so I caught the next boat over. The inn was fully booked too so he invited me to stay in his guest room with Red XIII.”

     Yuffie dropped her drink where it soaked into the sand. Tifa made a joke about needing to cut her off already but she barely heard it. “C… Cloud, you’re sure about that?”

     “Why not? There are two futons.”

     Yuffie reeled. She couldn’t let Priscilla bunk with Red XIII in his current state. After what his pheromones had done to her she couldn’t begin to imagine what would happen to the teenager if she was stuck with him all night. Yuffie remembered the heat that had consumed her, remembered rubbing Nanaki’s semen into her folds, and then pushing it deep into her body even as her mind screamed at her to stop but being unable to overcome that primal need to get knocked up with his potent seed.

     Not to mention what that sleeping situation would do to Red. Girls Priscilla’s age were a mess of hormones, if Tifa and Yuffie had set him off what would Priscilla’s scent do to him? She imagined that cock of his sliding out of his sheath in the dead of night, imagined his will slowly overcome by his lust. Imagined him skulking across the room, precum dripping from his rigid dick. Imagined him straddling over… There was no way she could allow Priscilla to be subjected to that.

     “Cloud what were you thinking, girls Priscilla’s age…” Yuffie stammered. “Need their privacy!”

     “It’s just Red XIII, he’s not even human,” Cloud countered.

     Tifa stroked her chin thoughtfully, “no, Yuffie has a point. Cloud, I don’t think you were considering how Priscilla might feel changing in front of a guy, even if he is on four legs. Yuffie, why don’t you give her your room at the Inn, and then you can stay in the guest room. It’s not like Red XIII hasn’t seen us naked before.”

    “Lucky dog…” Cid muttered under his breath, the dirty old man fucking the well-endowed brunette with his eyes.

     “I… Umm…” Yuffie couldn’t think of any way of getting out of the situation without admitting what had happened with Red XIII earlier, and there was no amount of gil on the planet that was going to make that happen. “I… Suppose that works!”

     “It’s settled then!” Tifa looked pleased with herself. “Maybe you can even convince Red XIII to join us tomorrow, put that tongue of yours to work!”