Morning Ritual

Time in the Sector Seven Slums of Midgar were a very hard thing to tell if you didn't have a clock, or atleast a watch. There wasn't a morning or night due to the Plate above; without the Sun or even the Moon standing high in the sky, time had almost no real meaning.

For the people of the Slums, this meant that they could work at midnight and go to bed at noon, they could set the hours based on their own needs and desires, rather than the whims of nature. But Humans are creatures of habit, and even without those two orbs moving across the sky to guide their lives the people conformed to the standards of those on the outside, to their lives before coming to the Slums, to the lives of their parents who once lived under the Sun.

The clock showed that it was 6 AM in Tifa's Seventh Heaven; it was almost time to open. Even if the people of the Slums conformed their lives to the clock of the outside world, many didn't conform their eating and drinking habits as well. It wasn't a big surprise for somebody to come in and have a hard drink with eggs, or just the drink minus the eggs to get them through their morning of doing whatever work they could find.

Tifa was already awake; for years she'd always gotten up atleast an hour before opening time to ensure that she was bright and chipper for the customers. It had been her way ever since she opened the place, and she would be damned if she changed it. Cloud was awake as well, his eyes, aglow with Mako watched the clock with interest; it was almost time for another habit.

Well, it was more like a ritual.

Tifa was all but ready to open the place; the dishes were as spotless as she could get them, the normal morning rush items were in easy reach, the place was well swept and the chairs all neatly pushed under tables. In another life, Cloud mused, Tifa would have made an incredible house wife; she was neat and tidy, she did work without complaint, her cooking was actually pretty good, she didn't really nag at all...

"Cloud, it's time."

Tifa called out, breaking Cloud from his amusing little vision of house wife Tifa, complete with an apron, a frying pan and a wide array of household cleaners placed in alphabetic order in a nicely tucked away corer shelf. He rose to his feet with a slight smirk on his lips, eyes aglow with something more than just Mako; this was the best part of his day.

But if anybody asked he would deny it, of course; that would break his image as an overly serious man who didn't care for the simple pleasures of life.

He took to an easy stride as he made his way to a small room off to the side of the bar; it seemed almost hidden even when in plain sight, something easily overlooked. Upon opening the door he slipped in and closed it behind him; he had just stepped into the bathroom, the one room that most swore never actually existed in the Seventh Heaven at all. Many was the time a customer failed to find the place and had to go elsewhere; a running joke was that Tifa would fill you with food and drink until you burst, but she lacked a room in which you could burst in.

It wasn't a very big room, really; it had a toilet, a sink, a mirror above the sink... a light. That was about it, really, but that was all it needed. Cloud's eyes instantly went to the sink, and there he saw Tifa standing in-front of it, her arms at her sides. She was clad in her normal outfit, that same white tank top and short black skirt that had made her all too famous with the men who were regulars, and made her the envy of every woman within a three Slum radius.

Tifa looked at him for a brief moment before looking down at the sink and the shiny metal bowl that laid inside of the off white porcelain; it was stained and it drove her crazy. No matter how she tried she could never get it out; she once worked her hands raw trying to get it out but to no avai-

"Yeek!"

Tifa yelped suddenly as Cloud's strong hands grabbed her breasts roughly. She swallowed hard as she looked into the mirror, just enough to see him;

"You're always... s-s-so rough at first..."

Her face was fire red as he fondled her large, heavy breasts through the thin material of her small white tank top; they were so large that they forced the black suspenders she used to keep her skirt up to their sides. Cloud's smirk grew wider as he made her writhe with his hands while she bit her lip to keep from moaning while he kneaded her orbs of pleasure. Her breathing grew a little more rapid with every squeeze he gave them, her nipples growing hard enough to poke out of her shirt.

"I think you're almost ready, Tifa."

He said with a soft voice and she nodded, her eyes tightly closed to avoid looking at him, even if it was his reflection. Suddenly, he released her breasts and then grabbed her suspenders, then quickly pulled them from her shoulders, letting them hang at her sides just as her arms did. Licking his lips, Cloud took hold of the bottom of her shirt and then began to pull it upwards, causing Tifa to tremble as his fingers inched up her flat stomach, the material exposing more of her pale skin.

When he reached her chest, Cloud paused for a moment, as if to savor it. Tifa swallowed hard, though; she knew what was going to come next. She braced her hands on the sides of the sink, fingers all but digging into the hard material before giving him a nod; that's when Cloud pulled her shirt up swiftly, exposing her breasts in their full glory, jiggling as motion and gravity played with them before finally settling down.

Licking his lips once more, Cloud ensured that he tucked the material into her armpits to keep it from getting in the way, and then he took hold of her large breasts once again. Tifa's entire body jerked forward for a brief moment before she relaxed as he messaged them, making her writhe all over again.

"Ah... y-y-es... I like it... when you're gentle..."

Tifa spoke softly, her voice a mix of pleasure and shame as he played with her mammaries, fingers stroking her smooth skin while his palms rubbed them with varying degrees of pressure. Moans slipped out now and again from between her lips, and each time she bit down a little harder on her lower lip; she didn't want this to turn into something that was meant for sheer pleasure... she was more respectable than that. Or so she wanted to think.

"Mmm... you're ready now, Tifa. I can just feel it..."

Cloud said softly as he ceased his massaging, only to place his thumbs and forefingers slightly above and below her hard and sensitive nipples. Lifting her breasts up, he aimed the nipples toward the bowl in the sink and then, pushing her breasts into her chest, he quickly rolled his fingers along her flesh, forcing out a small, thin stream of fluid from her nipples.

"Ahhh."

Tifa whimpered softly as he repeated the process, over and over, the stream of fluid only getting thicker and stronger with each pass. Her hands trembled as she fought to keep her arms from giving out.

"Mmm, it's really coming out now, Tifa. I think we'll have more than six bottles worth today."

Cloud said with a tone of excitement, something that seemed so very rare for him. Tifa only mewled in response as he milked her heavy breasts, hands moving with greater speed to keep the flow going strong. The bowl filled rapidly, and her breasts seemed to show no signs of being tapped, but Cloud knew better; he knew that they would run dry very soon.

Just as the milk reached the very brim of the bowl, the flow slowed to a trickle, and then a few drops. Not even five seconds later it ceased all together.

"There we go; you're all milked out today."

Slowly, Tifa regained her composure from the "procedure" as Cloud released her breasts. The trembling ceased and she released the sink from the death grip she had upon it, hands already busy putting her clothing back in order. As she adjusted her suspenders to ensure that they didn't dig into her breasts, she could hear the clattering of bottles coming closer; Cloud was moving as fast as ever.

Tifa looked at the bowl as the clattering grew louder, her face was still bright red; she wondered just how much longer she'd have to do this. But then, she knew the answer; she would have to keep this going on a daily basis for the majority of her life, to relieve the pressure the milk had on her breasts.

She couldn't help but wonder why she lactated in the first place; normally such a thing only came with having a child. But Tifa damn well knew that she wasn't with child and that this all started when she hit puberty; it was as though the moment she grew them, her breasts were loaded down with the life giving milk that she herself was raised on in her very early life.

"We sure did get a lot today, Tifa. I think your milk production is going up."

She didn't even notice that Cloud had come back into the room, but once it sank in she began to dread the very notion of having even more milk to be rid of on a daily basis.

"M-m-maybe..."

It was all she could eek out as her voice trembled. As Cloud placed the bottles down on the sink, his Mako tinted eyes looked at her, but he wasn't sure as to what he should say. He very well knew that Tifa didn't enjoy being milked, even though every physical reaction showed that she did. He almost wanted to suggest that they stop, but he knew that wouldn't work; the pressure would get too great and they would likely just start lactating at random times, and that would be embarrassing.

Plus, he didn't really want to give up his excuse to get his hands on her orbs of material bound pleasure.

"Come on, Tifa... we may as well get to bottling this. The morning rush is about to come in, and we need to get these ready for use."

Cloud's voice was softer than usual as he gave her a pat on the shoulder, not knowing what else to do to comfort her. With a nod from Tifa, the two began the careful work of ensuring that not a single drop was wasted as an awkward silence filled the room. Cloud's mind was preoccupied with wondering just how much more she could give on a daily basis, while Tifa was consumed with thoughts of what manner of future she would have if her milk production kept rising.

She really didn't want to end up like a common dairy cow; but then the extra money that it brought in...

"500 Gil a bottle, about seven or even eight bottles right now..."

Cloud mumbled to mostly himself; even if he didn't mean to, he broke the silence that by saying it just loud enough for Tifa to hear. She sighed softly and swallowed again, trying to push down her thoughts; the milk sold very well, it was actually a huge hit with her customers. Ever since Cloud had the idea to bottle and sell it, she'd seen profit rise quite a bit.

it certainly was better than simply throwing it down the drain; but still, was it right to sell it?

Cloud thought so, the customers did, and the money was good. But somehow, Tifa felt unsettled by it all, even if nothing about her milk ever felt exactly right to her. In the end, she figured, it was just something she would learn to live with.

Just like so much about her life.