Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Zemzellet ❯ One-shot ( Chapter 1 )

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Title: Zemzelett
Author: The Queen of Blueberry Toast [TheKWOBT@hotmail.com]
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7
Rating: X
Disclaimer: Suing me will get you nowhere: I own a lot of porn and that's it. Final
Fantasy belongs to Square-Enix. No harm intended. If you don't remember what
exactly a Zemzelett is, it's they're the green and white land-owls outside of Junon.
They rather look like want to hug you to death and they have the ability to call up
dark smoke. Oh, and they have claws.


That morning, the cheap brandy they used to tease each other through the brush ran
out. The rain that had been threatening since they passed through the swamps
began to fall soon after. By afternoon they were soaked, and cold, and sober. One
of Red XIII's bangles broke in the teeth of a lizard who had been hoping for his paw.
He had insisted he wasn't hindered by this much, but Cloud, grim and practical for
the first time in days, insisted on reorganizing the everyone and all of the materia
between them. Their fingers were so wet, they kept dropping the crystal marbles
into the mud. If they had not been slick and smudged with it before, they were
when the two new parties went their separate ways towards Junon.

By then it was late afternoon, and the clouds started to draw open in places. Tifa had
tired of considering ways to surreptitiously punish Cloud for his lack of leaderly skill.
Not that Cloud wouldn't punish himself enough once he realized how inequitable he'd
made things for himself; that Barret was still reluctant with regards to magic and
Red XIII, despite his insistences that he was not a dog, delighted more in marking
what trees spangled the plane in distinctly dog fashion than casting cure spells.

And then, the Zemzeletts came.

Yuffie had been no help of course. At the first of their gurgling hoots, she had dived
into the underbrush. Nothing else of her had turned up in the time since, though
Tifa wasn't worried. She had for some time suspected that the ninja girl was not half
of her saccharine bragging.

Even if it did leave her and Aeris back-to-back and alone as the brush crackled with
the footsteps of the Zemzeletts. There was never just one, not of anything so close
to birds as they were.

At first they came but one or two together, crying and galumphing with their useless,
claw-strewn wings brandished like broken swords. Singeing their feathers would not
turn them away - scorched, frozen, sweating dewdrops of their poisoned blood they
still drew nearer, nearer still, and so had to die beneath the metal toe of Tifa's boot.
The first few left her with gore and olive plumes stitched up to her knees. But there
were more, dozens of them who, on tasting the death of their brothers on the air,
slunk after them and tore their heads off as they tried to wake them. She had come
expecting that much.

But not that Aeris, so confronted with a host of bared and broken spines, would only
bow her head and call another storm of icicles. Early on, she who did most of the
damage, leaving pairs of corpses for the others to mourn and trip over, and so be
caught themselves on clouds of toxic jelly and on small flames beneath their feet.

The more she ruined, the more came. The more died. The dimmer the glow of her
materia faded.

So they were surrounded with the last of the hoard, gated in with dead and living
things alike, the scavenger nerosufertoh trying to push them out of the way to get at
the first of the trembling meat. The Zemzeletts did not at first dive after them, but
stood and let the feathers over their hidden noses flare, their azure tongue lick the
air just shy of their skin. Their bellies swelled and puffed and their claws rippled.

They sang to each other. And struck.

Tifa had to fix one hand like a vise around Aeris's bangle. It was that or loose her in
the storm of feathers, darkness, flesh and wetness. Aeris didn't try to fight her off or
even pull her around. Even if she was wielding it now with only half her force, her
staff still rang somewhere in the crowd. Tifa kicked and spat and flung herself into
the birds, and they in turn tore at her like nettles with minds, crows from awful
dreams. The tie came loose from her hair and they, sensing her dismay, took hanks
here and there and tried to pull them out of her. A few did come loose. She bled
and wished she could have caught them with the strands, choked them, even if she
couldn't let go long enough to catch her lost hair before what there was of the wind
drove it away into the grass.

It was then that something did pull hard within her grasp. Aeris almost slipped from
her, but she spun at the last and snagged her with both hands. Something bit her
back and a pearl button from her companion's dress darted a bruise upon her cheek.

One of the Zemzeletts had latched its claws in Aeris's coat, drawn her up from the
ground and worked its way between her ankles. She lay in the middle of the air,
transfixed upon the enormous hooked penis that had slunk out of the monster's belly
feathers and come to shudder against her thigh. The last few buttons of her skirt
split and let her clothes fall away from her waist, but in the end, her panties had
utterly baffled it.

Her staff rose from where it dangled in her hand. The air around it was a hot, sticky
cherry, but when the tip fell over Tifa's shoulder, she felt nothing of warmth on her
skin. But her nerves, her muscles, the goo in her bones sparked and shook as if
something had slivered wine into them. So smitten, she turned on the last of the
flock with her fists.



It was nearing dusk now. The west gloamed yellow through what of its sheets had
not torn away. Now and then, raindrops came to them even though a path of bright
blue had washed over their part of the sky. Arm-in-arm they had staggered away
from the battlefield- it still loomed smoky red on the horizon.

A roll in the wet gully beneath the rise in the ground where they rested had more or
less washed the gore off her, but Tifa sat fumbling her legs awhile longer. The down
on them needed another bleach and there was certainly no way to accomplish that at
the moment. At least her present company was probably getting to be in the same
situation. At least Cloud wasn't there to notice. At least...

Aeris came through clearer- she could still hear her humming some twangy waltz
from forty years ago. Tifa got up on her tip toes and peered over the edge of the
gully.

Aeris sat primly on a half-naked stone, her tiny sewing box open at her feet and her
staff napping, propped up out of the grass on the instep of her boots. Bits of candy-
pink thread wisped through her fingers as she sewed and squirmed- though she was
very intent on mending her dress, she still happened to be more or less wearing it.
None of the new buttons matched each other or the ones that hadn't come off for
that matter, and she still had two more to go before all of the broken knots were
covered.

"You know," she said at length, quite unaware (for some small seconds more) that
she was being watched. "If you have anything you need patched, just hand it up.
I've still got lots of scraps. And I promise I won't peek."

Tifa took a moment to pat herself down, feeling for holes and rips and thin spots that
were probably going to rip sooner or later. "Umm... don't think so."

"Really? You're a much neater fighter than Cloud then. I don't remember the last
time I DIDN'T have to sew his pants up." She laughed then, just softly, just above
the wind. "I bet he won't have any left by the time we meet up with the others
again."

"Could be." In spite of her own lopsided smile, Tifa found herself knotting her hands
through one of the rents under her hair. Of course she knew that much wouldn't
change anything. She would still be missing one lock in the middle of her ponytail.
Even in accepting that much she worried the cuts there enough to make herself
bleed again.

It wasn't only that peace of the almost evening was so uneasy. No, there was
something else troubling her, lingering in her mind.

Through the silence trying to catch it left in her, the other girl laid down her needle
and waited for her to speak even though a few uncut threads still hung from the
seam of her dress.

"Why'd you wait so long to pull back on my hand?"

"I pulled on your hand? Oh, did I hurt you? I'm sorry."

"No. Don't be sorry. Don't..." Tifa hesitated then, and managed to stop herself from
popping her bloody fingernails into her mouth- no, she would not play with her
wounds like a child. Not now at least. "You mean, you didn't? Not the whole time?"

"I might have once. It was kind of an accident. I didn't mean to."

"But the Zemzelett..."

"Which one?"

"The one that had you."

"Umhm."

"It coulda hurt *you*. Pretty bad."

"Oh no." Even dismissing things she seemed so sure of being wrong, Aeris did so
gently. She just folded her hands on her knees. And smiled. "It wouldn't have been
bad at all. They're big, but they're really soft, like rubber, and they don't take long."

The words didn't want to resolve themselves- they lay like sickly flowers for a long
time, caught up wrong in her skull. Even before they started to make sense, she
found herself shouting. "WHAT!? What's wrong with you!? That thing tried to rape
you."

"Tried to mate with me. I was playing along."

"Aeris!"

"There are hardly any female Zemzeletts, you know. That's why you find so many
packs of wandering males. I thought, hmm, maybe they would go away if they got
what they wanted. You looked so tired... but then I heard you gasping, and I
thought maybe one of them had started with you and I thought you didn't like it so
my other magic just went off like it does and, well, you know the rest." As if she
thought that much would pass for motive, she nodded then and, having pulled her
needle from where it had been stuck in the callus of her thumb, laid it to the seam of
her dress where it skated and sang, caught with one more pearl button.

"That's awful!" Tifa nearly choked herself on the words. "You were just gonna let it...
let it- them -do whatever to you 'cause I looked TIRED?"

"Yes. It wouldn't have been so bad. I'm sure." Sure enough to nod, though doing so
nearly brought her stitch through the curve of her calf. "But that's not what
happened. You wouldn't have had to worry about me either way. You don't have to
now."

"Maybe I do! Normal people just don't reason stuff out like *that*. You gotta think
of yourself sometimes!" Aeris probably wasn't in any danger of stabbing herself with
the needle, but concern, where she could not act upon it otherwise, drove Tifa to
snatch it out of her hand and start to work it through the dress with her own sloppy
fingers. "Don't tell me you pulled stuff like this in the slums," she fumed.

"Well, this would have been my first time with someone I didn't actually know. But I
always thought that might come up if I left Midgaard." Her companion, with some
whistfulness, popped a knot just starting in the thread. "Maybe... it wasn't my first
choice, but I was ready. I'm ready now. If someone needs me, or if I need to go to
someone for your sakes, I don't mind."

"Needs...? No one NEEDS sex. And I'd never... I could NEVER ask you to do that
kinda shit for our sakes! That's sick." Still, in the middle of all her selfless
indignation, it was Tifa who felt herself turning remorseful and sighing. She tried to
turn away, not to glance at her between stitches. In the end, their eyes met and a
snag started somewhere inside the button. "Sorry."

"It's alright. But I don't think that's true- about not needing sex. Almost every
creature that lives on the planet does."

"They do alright without it most of the time! Wanting sex isn't like wanting food and
water. Even wanting to be happy!"

Aeris giggled. "Maybe it's not quite like that. But it's natural to want sex, and I
enjoy knowing its something I can offer without too much trouble. Besides all the
selfish reasons I have to enjoy it."

Tifa looked up at her to find her blushing, just faintly, her chin propped on her hands
as if she had grown intent on watching her dress be mended. She could have sworn
she winked too, and so growled a little in trying to make sense of that flutter. "OK,
lemme get this straight. You're OK with having just for fun sex with people you
'know' and for some reason this translates into a willingness to bang animals and
Shin-ra brass should the 'need' arise."

"Like I said, people I don't know, people who aren't my friends- they're not my first
choice. But yes, I could do... a lot of things. For any of you. Mostly, I just want you
to be fulfilled and happy as you can be given that we're hunting Sephiroth."

"So if I asked you to do the nasty with me- RIGHT NOW!" The thread broke. She
hadn't meant to pull on it so hard, but she did. At least the button was mostly on by
then. "*Just* because I haven't gotten any in awhile, you would do it?"

"No, I would do it because you're my friend and you need me." Aeris poked her
gently in the temple, a little too close to one of the places her hair was gone from for
comfort. "And because you're cute."

Tifa huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "You're not serious."

"Very cute."

"The other thing."

"Yes, I am." With one of her bare toes, she nudged Tifa in the side. She had been
almost leaning on her. Almost. Presently, she also almost fell into the grass as her
companion stood and stretched. "Hmm, I don't think ANYTHING is going to come
after us, not with all the carrion we left behind. But it'll be dark soon. We should
start now if you want to."

"Ah... no, no! better not." She laughed too. Mostly because she didn't want to laugh,
and somewhat because there really wasn't anything else she could do. "You're right-
now's not a good time. And I'm not even turned on. No offense."

"Oh, I can fix that."

There was still space enough for her to have been kidding, but Aeris, with her back
to Tifa, made all the dwindling afternoon wait for her as she hummed to herself- not
so strange that. She'd done as much considering before. And she had pretended,
shaken off insignificant troubles for their sakes.

Tifa felt herself saying, "I really don't want to,", but all that ever left her lips was a
slight gumble as she flopped down on the far side of the gully and scrunched her
fingers in the wet grass.

"I've got it." And so, Aeris's jacket slipped from her shoulders and landed with a
clank on top of her pack. Both her bangles followed. Something small and pastel
yellow cut with lace.

Tifa sputtered.

If the Zemzelett hadn't gotten a hold of her, if the whole conversation hadn't started,
she wouldn't have recognized right away that it was her panties and she must have
shrugged them from her waist even with her dress between them and her hands.

"Umm... Aeris?"

She answered quite sanguinely as she turned then, her arms crossed just under the
swell of her breasts. "Did you know that there are more female voyeurs than male?"

"I... didn't. But that's not what I wanted..."

"Just let me try something. Please. If it doesn't work, I know lots of other fun
things we can do. And only half of them are naughty."

Still, despite her wanting to say no, Tifa did not. Or could not. That she was at least
a little curious scarcely seemed to matter. She felt like her tongue had taken wing
out of her mouth.

And the only half way sexy thing Aeris had done was take off her panties. Presently,
she made a courtesy that drew her skirt teasingly up her thighs, and plucked up her
staff. It spun for a moment between her fingers before she reached for the front
strap of her satchel. Her water bottle there rocked, soon came loose and sloshed in
her hand. None of the water lit on her. Rather, she smoothed a few handfulls of it
over the end of the staff before she set the bottle aside and once more took herself
to the stone. She didn't sit, just steadied herself there and undid a few more
buttons of her dress until it opened around her hips.

Underneath Aeris was soft and bare, the mound of her vulva just slightly chubby and
marked by the slightest splash of dark floss. Her netherlips though didn't quite cover
the hood of her clit- where it lay, where they first parted, the tiny floret of it peeked
out. As she drew her thighs apart, her netherlips pulled from little nub.

All of her sex leapt and shuddered as she pressed her forefinger to it. She scarcely
mewed though, even as she sunk herself into the bed of her clit, and teased it up for
Tifa to see. It had been blushing already, but it grew glossy and tender, its warmth
spreading back through her body to the tiny slit her poise had not at once betrayed.
As she worked, Aeris shifted that much of herself forward so that when her cunt
began to drip it was plain and all but open.

Rather than part it with her finger tips though, as she might have, as she could have,
as would have been otherwise obvious, she clasped her staff, and, withg one end of
it slung under her and into the space the start of the gully left there, she eased the
wet part of it into herself- not only the blunt end of it, but as much as would press
the inner crown of her vagina.

"It's always cold," Aeris said. "But then again, it's so smooth and nice."

Tifa had to swallow before she could speak. "You've done this before?"

"Uh-huh. I just wanted to see if I could take it, and now that I know I can..." Her
hand closed more surely around the body of the staff. Since it had begun to slip
from her as she spoke, her first thrust with it was merely to keep it inside her,
thought even that made her start and whimper a little. The second, when she pulled
the shaft from her and jerked it hard into place- her whole vulva fluttered and her
rosebud clenched tight even though it had nothing pushed into it. The palm she had
steadied on her belly seeped down and clutched at her clit. Her quiet seeped away
with that. Still, she didn't cry out, offer anyone's name, but her breathing was so
hard...

Tifa hardly realized how warm she was herself until she found herself half-echoing
her companion's sighs. At first she was only away of how her cheeks had flushed,
her throat gone dry. But trying not to think of what state she must be in otherwise
only brought it more plainly out upon her. Her breasts were so tight they smarted,
her crotch soaked and her insides knotted up. Still, she managed to keep her hands
from her own panties, and laid them rather on Aeris's staff.

The other girl smiled, and let it go, curling all her fingers around her clit as the staff
began to move inside her. Beneath her, Tifa closed her eyes and just listened to her
breathing, to her sucking softly around the tip as it pushed her. And then, in one
sudden second as she yelped and jerked so hard from where she crouched that all
the staff clanged with the timbre of that inside her. Tifa companion nudged her, just
slightly, a few more times before she took the staff from Aeris altogether and laid the
creamy glisten of it to her thigh.

"So, would you like to play now?"

"Sure." Tifa admitted with a shrug. "But it's kinda rotten, you know. I don't think
you gave me a choice."

"I don't think so. Anyway, lie down. I'll undress you."

She thought of it, thought of letting herself be ravished, for what else could Aeris do
with that much sway claimed in theirs of all situations? Instead, just before she
might have fallen and soaked herself afresh in the grass, Tifa rose to her tiptoes and
touched her tongue to the other girl's milky slit. Her faint sourness there was
flecked with iron, tingling metallic. Drawing breath as if she meant to dive, she rose,
and pressed all of her mouth into her, french kissed her cunt and laid her nose to her
still-stiff nub.

Aeris shrieked, fell with a thump on the stone, but her legs did not betray her in the
end. Rather, she caught her balance on the group and so righted herself certainly
enough that she could bury her hands in Tifa's ruined hair and pull her closer still to
her sex. Her white wine scent rushed over them both. The staff fell with a clang.

Soon she was coming again, kissing back with her trembling. The other girl,
afterwards withdrew to her clit which she sucked as if it might dissolve upon her
tongue. It was two of her fingers, once she had nursed them clean, that she filled
Aeris with and frigged her hard. One orgasm melted quickly into another. She,
close to bursting with want only parted her legs against the hillside and ground
herself there until Aeris, too joyous to clasp her balance any longer, did slip and so
lay just shy of her mouth, bedraggled now with her wonderful pains, covered by a
moment with her dress which Tifa shortly freed her from.

"Now it IS my turn."

She pounced. Tifa, still somewhat in the gully, fell gladly under her, laughed as her
weight sunk upon her belly. She was still dressed, but just the skin, the scent of
Aeris upon her was such a relief. As it was, the other girl didn't even bother to take
so much as her skirt off. She simply lay down beside her, and stuffed her hand into
her panties, not only to rub her there, on the stiff spot of her keenest ache. Aeris
jerked her clit out of her folds and began to pull it in staccato time. It was harsh,
but it was so, so sweet. Tifa found herself bucking into her waiting palm, crushing
up.

"I think," Aeris said to her, "You might be the one who's a little nasty. Just a little."

"You sound awfully happy about that."

"I am." At least she was pleased, and so rolled the other girl's clit back and forth a
moment before tugging hard on it once more.

"Even if it is still you."

"Oh Tifa."

"Don't you 'oh Tifa' me. Do you kiss girls or just fuck them?"

Her answer as that there could be none, not when she was so full, inside and
outside. Somewhere, Aeris's fingers had slunk into her, but that was pale, pale in
her senses as Aeris's kiss bloomed on her lips and filled her to the brim. There she
was salty-sweet, sherry smooth. It could only be a kiss, but it crept through her like
a caress, lasted without their breathing for much, much longer than it should have;
shook her. Tifa found herself screaming into her, tears biting her lashes.

She didn't only come, she gushed, drawing tight enough inside that her juices, so
coaxed out of her, splashed and ran out of her panties onto her legs.

Her panties then left her. And her skirt. Her companion tossed them up onto the
rose and left them there only to curl up at her side so their legs threaded together.
Now, she didn't even have to ask.

"Well," Aeris offered, "now that we're both all wet, let's enjoy that!"

The warmth of Aeris's netherlips, wet and smooth and so plump against her own,
brushed over her and parted her. They were only edged together, sideways and
sticky but when either of them moved, either of them breathed all the weight and
warmth upon the other moved. That the other girl's clit felt like a hard, hot pearl
against her own only made her writhe all the more, and drew Tifa to tangling her
thighs between Aeris's. So they lay, one atop the other, breathing each others
breath, until the caresses faded into sleeping petting, the moon tried to rise, and
they fell more or less asleep.



Tifa awoke with a start some hours or some minutes later. She had no memory of
what the sky might have been like at the last moment she remembered, but it was
clear now, spattered with stars and the eye of the moon that wasn't quite full. She
lay drenched with dew in Aeris's sloppy embrace. The other girl hardly moved when
she pulled from her, and rolled over into the grass a moment after as if she was
quite at home in an ordinary bed somewhere. Tifa watched her a moment, and
scurried off through the moonlight to another embankment.

She could hardly hold herself open to piss neatly she was still so wet so she sat with
herself spread over a stone and rubbed herself over some glimmering tickle grass
before she rose. But she didn't go back to Aeris, not at once. She stood, watching
the horizon and the trail of smoke still wavering there. Only the open field lay
between her and the battlefield, so when movement showed somewhere not so far
out in the grass, it came plainly to her, even with only the moonlight to show it.

Her heart leapt. It seemed so small yet, even given the distance and the dark.
Perhaps it was only Yuffie come sneaking back. Yes. Yuffie and she had some small
knives in her hands- ninjas might keep such things drawn. And there was nowhere
she could have hidden herself. Not that she ever did...

But it was not Yuffie, or one of the Zemzeletts from that afternoon. No, this one was
younger, reedy, its outline roughened by unkempt plumage. It had not been part of
the pack, or any pack. And now it was the only male of its kind left upon miles and
miles of the plains.

When it hooted, the sound came shrill and flutelike.

There were a thousand justifications for what she did next- that sound so like an owl
and to her sleepless mind a boy. That Aeris slept not far off, and should not be in
her peacefulness disturbed. That she could not, so late on a night so nebulous,
control her curiosity.

She strode to the nearest swell between herself and the bird and stood there clasped
in the moonlight and the air, smelling of sex and surely, the blood of other
Zemzeletts.

The solitary male paused, sniffed, and fell to its knees. So bowed, it crawled to her-
all the way to the tips of her feet which it lay before a moment, cooing to itself. Tifa
made no sound herself- just waited, and rubbed her knees together. Then it reached
for her.

But she found its claws had sunk away into it's wing which fell like a pillow over her
thighs- soft but for the ribbing of its finger bones. It touched her gently at first, and
then pushed her so she fell, for she had not understood its signal. Her legs splayed
open when she hit the ground, and her sex eased open between them. The
Zemzelett crouched there. Even compared with its feathered enormity, its penis was
huge. At the end it had a hook like a blunted claw beneath which the skin lay raw
red and human delicate. The shaft itself was much heavier at the end, twined here
and there with feathers. It waited with its cock poised between her thighs until all of
the tip had emerged from the sheath- the Zemzelett was wet there, the gaping hole
set into it there glistening.

The hook, when it lunged at last, nestled against the head of her vulva and her clit,
steadied the outside sheath and let it slide away from the rest of the penis so that it
welled up slick inside her. It was not hard, but rubbery, foamy and so once it passed
the mouth of her cunt, the Zemzelett's cock swelled within her. So hung up, they
both began to move- he with senseless fervor and Tifa with delight.

It was like making love to a cloud. He was never mechanically apart from her
despite the trusts. If he had withdrawn, the sheath of his cock (which was wrinkled
up inside folds, jostling over them) would have covered him and it was not in his
nature to do that, only to be held in wetness and finish. His inner swells rippled over
the pulpy flesh just inside her and the hook made its way beneath the hood of her
clit so that it could not leave her.

She came clenching down hard on the Zemzelett. He grunted a little and drove into
her again. She felt something like a smack deep against her insides and then heat
spilled through her, out of her, and down all of her crack. As he withdrew then his
cum purled from her, palmfulls of it, thick and streaky white. She was still running
her hands through it when he picked himself up.

Tifa took him by his wing and lead him with her- he was sated, tractable, and
followed without complaint. She left a gleaming trail behind her as she walked.

It was a strange way to return the favor, but they were out in the wilderness with no
more brandy to coax one another along


Notes:

The last paragraph of the first section represents a practical interpretation of Aeris's
Fury Brand limit break, my personal favorite. I mean, Great Gospel is awesome, but
for sheer usefulness, you can't beat Fury Brad. Also, yes I know Zemzeletts attack
one at a time for the most part, but wasn't this more exciting?

Regarding the reference to Tifa bleaching the hair on her legs- more women in Japan
do that rather than shave. I know she's not Japanese, or even pseudo-Japanese like
Yuffie. As for why I brought it up at all, well, male adventurers must need to shave
and sometimes get into situations where they can't. Why not do something
comparable for a female?

If you're wondering what inspired this awful, awful story it was, oddly enough, the
objection of some ninny from the somethingawful.com forums to what he referred to
as "nasty unshaved lesbian porn" or something like that. Hey, lesbian porn is always
nice. It's the Zemzelett porn you've got to watch out for!

May 2005