Tifa Lockhart - Arrested!

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Rating: Explicit
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Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi
Fandoms: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy VII Remake (Video
Game 2020), Final Fantasy VII (Video Game 1997), Crisis Core: Final
Fantasy VII
Relationships: Tifa Lockhart/Cloud Strife, Aerith Gainsborough/Tifa Lockhart, Aerith
Gainsborough/Tifa Lockhart/Cloud Strife
Characters: Tifa Lockhart, Cloud Strife, Aerith Gainsborough, Rufus Shinra
Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Porn, Porn with Feelings, Smut, Fluff and Smut,
Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Anal Fingering, Groping, Spanking,
Prison, Prison Sex, Kissing, Rough Kissing, Girls Kissing, Bondage,
Handcuffs, Creampie, Impregnation, Clothed Sex, Heroine Framed,
Trials, Collars, Chains, Girls in Chains, Restraints, Doggy Style, Wall
Sex, High Heels, Stripping
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-03-12 Words: 5,681 Chapters: 1/1
 Tifa Lockhart - Arrested!
by Person_Who_Exists

Summary

When the Whispers remove Tifa's Shinra trooper disguise during her, Cloud, and Aerith
infiltration of the Midgar Seventh Infantry, Cloud has to arrest her in order to maintain the
group's cover, including fucking her into a submission as an enemy of Shinra.

With Tifa officially sentenced to life in prison, she and Cloud must fuck as convict and jailer
while the plan to spring her gets underway. And if Aerith has her way, her friends are going
to confront their suppressed feelings for each other in the process.

Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Tifa Lockhart had hoped she and the party had seen the last of The Whispers when they left
Midgar. Or at least that they would reappear in a less inconvenient manner.

Once the gang had arrived in Junon Harbor, she, Cloud, and Aerith had split off to infiltrate
the parade celebrating Rufus Shinra’s inauguration and talk to the new head asshole about
stopping the hunt for them, so that they could focus on chasing down Sephiroth. By chance,
once the trio had disguised themselves in Midgar Seventh Infantry uniforms, they’d been
brought to the commander and Cloud had been promoted to captain. They’d been sent to rally
the troops for the upcoming parade, stopping off in the brig to collect a few who’d gotten too
tipsy the day before.

That was when haunting white Whispers had shrieked through the jail.

When the mysterious spirits left, only Tifa, Cloud, and Aerith even knowing they were ever
there, no one was miraculously dead or alive like their previous appearances. But Tifa’s
Shinra trooper disguise had been mystically replaced with her regular clothes… in front of
the entire garrison of the base!

“It’s Tifa Lockhart! One of the AVALANCHE bombers!” the Seventh Infantry Troopers
screamed in terror, dozens of soldiers drawing rifles on the buxom brawler. “Captain, quick!
Get back! The wanted poster says she can destroy mechs at close range!”

Tifa and Cloud’s eyes met in confusion, figuring the reality shift by the Whispers was
responsible for none of the troops thinking about his or Aerith’s still-intact soldier disguises.
But what did they do? Maybe they could fight their way out, but their chances of infiltrating
the parade and getting facetime with Rufus would be shot. Which meant their quest to stop
Sephiroth would get enormously harder. But all the fugitive AVALANCHE members were
designated as enemies of the state, so if Tifa was arrested, she’d be subject to horrific, sexual
terrors—

“Captain, quick! Cuff her!” Aerith suddenly spoke up, for some reason not at all as
disoriented by the Whispers like her friends were. The Cetra flower seller chucked a pair of
jingling handcuffs to Cloud. “You have to restrain her while she’s still stunned by the peerless
coordination of the Seventh Infantry!”

“Hooah!” the surrounding Seventh Infantry members passionately chanted. “Go, captain! Put
that mass murdering terrorist behind bars! Avenge the victims of the Sector Seven plate!”

Tifa trembled at the bloodthirsty choir calling for her head, fully believing the Shinra
propaganda that she and AVALANCHE were responsible for the company’s destruction of
her home. Her blood boiling at the idea of becoming the company’s prisoner, letting them just
sweep another mass murder under the rug.

And yet, Aerith’s plan wasn’t their worst option. It’d maintain most of the group’s cover,
allowing them easy access to jailbreak the beautiful bartender later if needed. And due to the
arresting officer having the Right of First Claim on an enemy of the state, it’d protect Tifa
from any sexual abuse so long as Cloud… so long as Cloud…
The gorgeous eco-terrorist and her childhood friend glanced at each other, only for their
gazes to instantly divert as a rosy blush lit up their cheeks.

“Don’t be intimidated, captain! You can do it!” Aerith shouted, truly putting her all into her
disguise as a loyal subordinate. “You just got to cuff that beautiful glass of Cosmo Canyon,
pin her down, and fuck her brains out! For justice! For Shinra!”

“For justice! For Shinra!” the Seventh Infantry screamed. “Hooah!”

Tifa and Cloud shared another nervous glance, but this time, the muscular bartender gave her
old friend a slight nod. This was their best shot at getting Shinra off their back and tracking
down the bastard who murdered their parents and destroyed their hometown. And admittedly,
if she had to do those things with anyone, she’d want it to be him. She had confided in Aerith
about certain dreams she’d had where he’d made very memorable guest appearances.

With her assent given, Cloud took a deep breath, fixed his most stoic expression on his
brooding face, and exploded across the brig with all the speed of an ex-SOLDIER.

The gasp that escaped the radiant brawler’s lips wasn’t an act, the muscular woman suddenly
finding herself jammed against the base’s frigid wall. The shapely bartender’s breasts
smushed against the cold steel, her nipples tingling as her buxom mammaries were squished
into flatter melons. Tifa whimpered as her new jailer twisted her arms behind her back and
ratcheted tight handcuffs around her wrists. The mighty martial artist flinched as the metal
bracelets locked against her fingerless black gloves with two sharp, pinching clicks.

“Tifa Lockhart, you’re under arrest for terrorism and mass murder!” Cloud barked, every bit
the commander the Seventh Infantry believed him to be. “As an enemy of the Shinra Electric
Power Company, your rights are hereby suspended for the duration of your incarceration. Do
you understand your situation, criminal?”

“I—I…I understand, sir,” Tifa stammered, praying that her stutter was taken to be
nervousness by the onlookers, and not the reaction to her surprise quim moistening that it
was. “I’ll come quietly.”

This should have been a nightmare. She’d been haunted by fears of being kidnapped and
trafficked since she’d hit puberty, fears that had only multiplied when she’d first started
living alone in the slums of Midgar. Being restrained and forced into sex with dozens of
Shinra troopers watching should have left her in tears, terrified as she heard her arresting
officer’s fly unzip. But…

… but it was Cloud. Cloud pocketing the materia from her gloves. Cloud detaching her
suspenders from her shorts. Cloud shoving her skirt and shorts down her stocking-clad thighs
as his breath danced over her neck like the hot nights of passion she’d dreamed since their
reunion.

“Fuck that sexy slum slut, captain!” Aerith cheered, the Seventh Infantry echoing her chant.

“H—Hey!” Tifa bashfully stammered, blushing furiously as Cloud’s warm, bulbous tip poked
at her moist pink quim. “I—I’m not a slu—Uuuhhttt!!!”
The beautiful bartender’s protest was silenced by a guttural moan of pleasure, the kind and
buxom brawler thoroughly penetrated by Cloud’s opening thrust. His bulging, mako-
enhanced cock bulldozed through Tifa’s smooth velvet walls, her nectar turned to sweet
honey that gushed from her parted folds.

“Uh! Ugh! Gah! Ah! Cloud! Oh, Cloud—fuck!” she grunted, only for terror to pierce through
her bliss-addled mind as she realized she’d said his name in front of dozens of Shinra troops.
“Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck, Cloud, I’m sorry!”

“You mean Cloud Strife? Your brave, blonde, hunk of an accomplice?” Aerith theatrically
questioned, framing it as demeaning taunt to the watching troopers. To enhance the
deception, the Cetra sashayed up to Tifa like a dominatrix and snatched her friend’s chin,
squeezing her cheeks together. “He’s not here to save you, you hot piece of whore criminal
ass. Fortunately for you, the captain’ll plow you better than you ever imagined he would.”

“Yeah! Plow that AVALANCHE floozy, captain!” a Seventh Infantry soldier encouraged.

“Smack those creamy cheeks red!” another called out. “Make the terrorist bitch forget what
that Cloud guy looks like!”

“Hooah!”

“I—grh!—have got—gah!—no idea—ragh!—what’s happening right now—raaah!” Cloud

grunted, the gruff merc unable to keep the nervous lust from his voice as he pinned Tifa up
against the jailhouse wall and drilled through her spasming cunt. He clutched and caressed at
the beautiful brawler’s sensual muscles, the gorgeous woman panting with sweat at the touch
of the man who put her handcuffs, moaning with ecstasy as he pumped his cock down to her
core.

“Ah! Oh!—Oh, god, fuck Cloud! Cloud!” Tifa squealed, the voluptuous terrorist shuddering
as her mind was lost completely to lust. Her toned, stocking-clad knees buckled together as
her childhood crush burrowed through her twisting pussy, her orgasm’s juices oozing down
his thick, throbbing phallus. “Clooouudddd!!!—AH! AH! OH!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Cloud and Aerith both slammed their palms down on Tifa’s
shapely asscheeks. The terrorist’s ravishing rump jiggled and bounced with every hearty
smack, her creamy rear spanked red and raw as she sang with carnal euphoria. The gentle,
sensual bartender was eviscerated against the brig’s wall, her breasts squished against her
tight shirt as her handcuffs strained to hold back her monstrous strength. She felt her crush’s
shaft bulge and blaze in her snug, sweltering cunt, sure that she’d reached the heights of
ecstasy.

Then Aerith twisted the arrested woman’s face towards her and smashed their lips together.

“Mmmmm!!!” Tifa moaned, her rich red eyes rolling back in her skull as Aerith’s tongue
licked at her mouth. She had no idea how the flower seller knew that she’d also become a
regular in the brawler’s dreams since they’d met, she hadn’t been brave enough to share that
with her, but she found her legs melting as the gorgeous Ancient woman hungrily nipped at
her lips. And as Cloud’s bitchbreaker cock crashed through her gushing folds, the radiant
Cetra’s tongue crashed into the Nibelheim girl’s maw. The bound ecoterrorist mewled as her
friend kissed her with hot, dominating passion, her gooey tongue captured and wrestled into
submission by the mage’s lascivious lust. “Mmm! Mmm! Mmmmmm!!!!”

The dark-haired fist-fighter was shoved away from the wall, Aerith stepping into that position
and having Cloud ram the voluptuous bartender into her elegant form. The flower seller
ripped Tifa’s shirt and sports bra apart, pawing and groping the gorgeous freedom fighter’s
jiggling tits as she kissed her with sultry zeal. All while the handcuffed beauty’s butt bounced
from her arresting officer’s relentless spanking by palm and pelvis.

To the soldiers of the Seventh Infantry, it was an image of true justice, their uniformed
captain and his second viciously punishing a heartless terrorist who’d murdered thousands.
To Tifa, it was the Promised Land of flesh and bliss, her sinful body finally taken by those
she wished to give it to: her great love and her dear confidant. The handcuffed bartender
moaned into Aerith’s saliva-soaked tongue as her sopping wet quim stretched to Cloud’s
conquering cock.

A cock that tunneled down to her core and erupted with sensual sin.

“MMmmmmooohhhhh!!!!!” Tifa wailed, the muscular criminal sweaty and glistening as

SOLDIER cock exploded in her cavern. Rich molten seed flooded through the bartender’s
silken folds, waves of gooey mako-boosted semen pumped through the gorgeous brawler’s
spasming pussy. The voluptuous criminal tongue wriggled in Aerith’s kiss as Cloud’s orgasm
flooded through her depths, washing into her womb with sweltering heat. The warmth seeped
through her nerves as goopy cum plugged up her cunt, her spasming limbs rattling the chains
of her handcuffs. “Mmmm… Mmm… Aarihth… Clowd… Mmorrr…”

“Ah, ah, ah. Not yet, my sweet little terrorist minx,” Aerith cooed, pulling away from the kiss
and lapping up the web of saliva linking their lips. She cutely tapped Tifa on the nose, her
other hand hungrily kneading the buxom beauty’s tits, slinking up to pinch the dark-haired
vixen’s pert pink nipple. “You don’t get more until you get booked.”

Tifa whimpered with scarlet, flushed cheeks, her folds moistening anew as hot creampie
sludge trickled down her quivering legs. “Humana humana humana…”

“Uh, Aerith?” Cloud stammered, yanking Tifa’s cuffed arms back and dragging her away to
the processing table, where an electronic fingerprinting machine awaited. “Where is all this
coming from all of a sudden?”

“Oh, sorry,” Aerith bashfully replied, bending her arm behind her head and scratching the
back of her trooper helmet. “Got to see more of Scarlet than I’d like growing up. Figured I’d
put my own spin on her to make this a bit more fun. Also, don’t say our names that loud
when everyone’s watching.”

Cloud smushed Tifa’s hands down onto the fingerprinting machine’s screen, the mechanized
device beeping and whirring as it scanned the beautiful AVALANCHE member’s fingerprints
into her official criminal record. The ex-SOLDIER’s eyes flinted around their audience. “I
don’t think that’s gonna be an issue for the moment.”
Aerith blinked in surprise for a moment and followed his gaze around them. The dozens of
Seventh Infantry troopers who’d witnessed Tifa’s ‘disciplining’ were all semi-catatonic, their
jaws dropped and drooling since the sex had become a threesome. Their eyes behind their
helmets were likely locked on Aerith or Tifa’s ripped open shirt, their hearing unable to
detect anything besides their mind’s carnal white noise. They’d notice if the undercover
AVALANCHE members took off their disguises or tried to take the prisoner out of the brig,
but beyond that, they weren’t registering any warning signs.

“Oh,” Aerith squeaked, her eyes locking on Tifa’s jiggling bust and Cloud’s bulging dick. “I
guess I should have realized that would happen.”

“Ye—yeaahh. You’re so prehdy and graacfuhl and smarrt,” Tifa slushed, still somewhat
delirious from the pleasure. She frowned at herself as her cheeks turned the same color as her
well-spanked bottom, only able to see the jagged scar under her bust from when Sephiroth
had nearly killed her in Nibelheim. “Naht liike meh. Stuuped, and ugly bumpkin brute who
can’t saave ehnyone…”

“Hey! None of that, missy!” Aerith commanded, stomping forward as she wagged her finger
at Tifa, Cloud stripping her of her ripped open shirt, fingerless gloves, skirt, and shorts. “You
may be going to jail, but that’s no excuse to be down on yourself.”

“You’re awesome, Tifa,” Cloud agreed, the experienced SOLDIER giving praise while also
finishing stripping his childhood friend for her intake, her black stockings and red boots
pulled away to leave her curvaceous form bare. “Don’t worry. We’ll have you out of here in
no time.”

“Ya… yah…” Tifa mumbled, looking away from him in embarrassment, saddened that he was
doing his best to keep from looking at her naked body. “That’s what I was worried about.”

She never doubted her friends would save her somehow. She just wished Cloud wasn’t only
fucking her for the plan. But why would he? She was a pathetic failure from the slums and
Aerith was standing right there. So kind, and pretty, and mmm…

Tifa was constantly distracted by thoughts of Cloud and Aerith looking very good in uniform
as she was handed an inmate ID plaque for her mugshots and booked into jail.

“Tifa Lockhart! On the charges of terrorism, mass murder, and destruction of Shinra
property, this court hereby finds you guilty!”

“N—No! You don’t understand!” Tifa cried from behind the defendant’s bench, the gorgeous
felon’s busty body clothed in a skintight orange prison jumpsuit. Standing in black high heel
inmate boots with tears trickling down her distressed face, the muscular bartender fruitlessly
struggling as bailiffs advanced on her from behind. The dark-haired beauty thrashed as her
arms were bent behind her back and thick steel handcuffs were ratcheted around her creamy
wrists. “We didn’t drop the plate! We’d never hurt Sector Seven—Ah!”

“Silence, you AVALANCHE cur! You owe your victims that at least! As the last of your band,
you must pay the price for all your sins!” the stern-faced judge shouted, banging his gavel to
silence the courtroom crowd. “Sentencing will now begin for Inmate 70007 – Ms. Tifa
Lockhart!”

“No, please!” Tifa wailed, the bailiffs, SOLDIERs by their mako-green eyes, gripping her
cuffed wrists tight and wrapping their arms around her defined and thick thighs. “I’m
innocent! Innocent—”

“That’s what they all say,” the judge sneered. “As punishment for her crimes, this court
hereby sentences the defendant, Tifa Lockhart, to life in prison!”

“Life?! No! No, please!” Tifa wailed. “Please don’t send me away for that long—"

“Bailiffs! Take her away!” the judge roared. “I want this slum gutter-trash on the next prison
ship to the High-Sec Penitentiary!”

Tifa protested, sobbed, and struggled as the bailiffs held her handcuffed arms tight and ripped
her away from the defendant’s desk. With photographers and news crews lining the center
aisle, the stunning lawbreaker was marched down through the courtroom in chains, her
skintight orange jumpsuit highlighting her every curve and muscle as her high heels clicked
across the floor. As her beauty was broadcast across the world, the effulgent bartender was
taken away to prison as a convicted criminal.

“Thus ends the reign of terror of Shinra’s Most Wanted. The terrorists who dropped the
Sector Seven plate and killed thousands were killed in a shootout with authorities in the town
of Kalm, while Ms. Lockhart, the only survivor will be transported on the Kefka’s Grip prison
ship to the prison where she will serve her life sentence,” a reporter commented for the
viewers at home, the television screen shifting to showcase mugshots of a naked, red-faced
Tifa holding up a black prisoner ID plaque with her personal information, charges, and letters
spelling out: Inmate 70007 – Lockhart, Tifa.

It took everything Cloud had not to shatter the TV after watching the sham trial play out,
even knowing that Tifa was only putting on a performance worthy of a Gold Saucer actress
(she’d been worried the pointers she’d gotten from Jessie back in the day wouldn’t be
enough, but she’d nailed it in Cloud’s eyes). It took even more not to attack Rufus Shinra
when he shut off the TV and tossed him a Shinra navy captain badge.

“And with that, our deal is sealed. The world thinks you lot are dead and that Ms. Lockhart
will never be seen again in solitary confinement, leaving you free to hunt Sephiroth
unimpeded,” the new president of Shinra recounted. “Congratulations on your new command
of the Kefka’s Grip, captain.”

Cloud ground his teeth as he glared at the smug bastard. The gambit to use the parade to meet
with him had succeeded and a bargain was struck. Shinra would get to appear victorious by
publicly convicting Tifa for the reactor bombings and Sector Seven plate drop, but the rest of
them would be declared dead and the hunt for them called off.

Since there was no way in hell they were leaving Tifa behind, Rufus had agreed to give the
party command of the ship taking Tifa to prison, crewing it with the Midgar Seventh Infantry
(Hooah—damnit! They had him doing it!). With troops that worshipped Cloud enough to
believe it was part of a ‘secret mission from the president’ when they took Tifa and left when
the ship stopped at Costa del Sol, the group would have nothing to fear from authorities as
they trekked across the world.

“How do I know you aren’t going to double-cross us?” Cloud demanded. “You expect me to
trust you?”

“Trust my self-interest,” Rufus smoothly replied. “Your group goes after Sephiroth, and it
can’t interfere with my affairs in Midgar. I lose nothing but problems letting you chase him.
Who knows? You might even get lucky and actually kill him.”

Cloud growled, but he turned in a huff and set off to assume his new command, trying to hide
the conflicted red rising in his cheeks as he thought about what that meant. After all, it was
important that the crew of the Kefka’s Grip would think Tifa was a heinous criminal, so
Cloud had to maintain the Right of First Claim to protect her. Which… conflicted him. One
on hand, the only thing his fuzzy memories of his past were clear on was that he’d had a huge
crush on Tifa since childhood and their present friendship had only heightened those feelings.
Fucking her had brought many of his most lustful dreams to life.

But she was also his dear friend and he felt enormously guilty to be enjoying having sex with
her when these conditions and Shinra’s inhumanity were forcing her to do so or risk worse.
That she was stuck with a worthless person like him who couldn’t even keep his memories
straight or stop Sephiroth’s trail of destruction and horror.

“Oh, and before you go,” Rufus spoke up, tossing an envelope into Cloud’s grip. “I suppose
an additional congratulations is in order.”

Cloud’s brow furrowed in confusion as he tore open the envelope to find a medical report,
records of a standard check-up performed on Tifa before her trial.

His eyes widened when he read it.

“Daily discipline time, inmates! You know the drill, ya criminal sluts! On your knees on your
cots, hands behind your heads!”

Having already been doing crunches on her cot to pass the time, Tifa sat up and flipped over
onto her knees, catching her breath as sweat beads glistened over her alabaster forehead. Her
chest expanded out against her skintight orange prison uniform as her lungs expanded back
and forth, her black leather high heel boots secure around her toned calves. And around her
neck, her dark metal convict collar remained locked tight around her neck, her prison registry
information shining in red light from its viewscreen.

Name: Lockhart, Tifa

Age: 20
Inmate ID: 70007
Former Occupation: Bartender
Crimes Convicted: Terrorism, Mass Murder, Destruction of Property
Sentence: Life in Prison (No Parole)
She froze a moment when she glimpsed the bars of her prison cell, the barrier keeping her
confined in the small metal room in the bright orange jumpsuit of a convicted felon. Even
knowing her friends’ plan, Tifa’s trial had been a much more harrowing experience on her
psyche than she’d expected. The hatred of the court, the ravenous reporters, the weight of
knowing the whole world only saw her as a mass murdering criminal while Shinra got off
scot-free again… not all her tears during her sentencing had been part of the performance.
Even now, she couldn’t fully quash her fear that things would got pear-shaped, that Rufus
would double-cross them somehow, that her friends would actually be killed and she
wouldn’t able to do anything again because she was being shunted off to prison for the rest of
her life—

“You heard the sergeant, 70007. Hands behind your head.”

Tifa blinked, realizing she’d been lost in her own head as she looked down towards her cot.
She bent her arms behind her head and threaded her fingers together atop her long black hair.
“Sorry, captain, sir.”

“It’s no trouble,” Cloud assured her, entering the cell and the steel bars creaked when he
opened and then closed them. Tifa tried to hide how much her thighs rubbed together when
she saw that he still filled out a Shinra captain’s uniform… very well.

He seemed even stiffer than usual as he made his way to her, strapping leg irons from his belt
around the ankles of her boots, squeezing the sleek black leather against her flesh within.
When he took her arms from behind her head, bent them behind her back and locked
handcuffs around her nimble wrists, his movements lacked the disguising harshness he’d
used back during her arrest.

“Don’t be too gentle,” Tifa whispered as he unzipped the privates’ flap of her inmate
jumpsuit. “If any trooper walks by, it has to be believable.”

Cloud winced at that reminder for some reason, despite it having been their reality for their
entire voyage. Yet the entire trip, he’d been getting more reluctant to fuck Tifa with the
lustful dominance required of their disguise. She supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised.
Why wouldn’t he have gotten tired of her?

He pulled two blue latex gloves from his belt and snapped them over his hands, gently
spreading Tifa’s buttcheeks and positioning a finger at the slit of her pussy. “There will be
some pressure.”

“Huh—Mmm…” Tfia queried, only for a soft moan to melt through her voice as her warden’s
finger jammed into her tight cunt. The buxom inmate hummed her lips together as Cloud’s
digit wriggled through her folds, her vaginal walls growing slick as the smooth latex churned
her inner honey.

But the question was why he was bothering with fingering? Tifa was searched regularly and
publicly by Aerith when Cloud was finally able to spit out that he was uncomfortable doing
so in such circumstances. Was he just trying to delay fucking her outright now?
Cloud pulled his finger from Tifa’s quim, his blue latex glove dripping with her clear
womanly juices. Soon, the wet tip was prodding at the rim of the busty brawler’s sphincter.
“You will feel some pressure.”

“Eep!” Tifa squeaked, the coldness of the latex stained with her own fluids plunging through
her dry anus. The curvaceous criminal clutched her handcuffs at the peculiar sensation
permeating her asshole, but it wasn’t unpleasant. The tingling invasion spread up her rear as
Cloud’s gloved finger wriggled through her backdoor.

It was a shame for it to end, a rush of cool air flooding back into her asshole when the ex-
SOLDIER’s finger unplugged it. Cloud hesitated again after he completed the cavity search,
gently palming and caressing Tifa’s toned asscheeks, but making no move to climb onto the
cot and get in position to complete the discipline.

“Cloud?” Tifa tentatively inquired, her worry for his unsettled state overwhelming her
caution for the situation. “Are you okay—”

“Everything okay in there, captain!” the guard sergeant called from further down the cell
block. “We ain’t hearing the terrorist bitch moaning for mercy. Need us to come in and give
you a hand, sir?”

“No! No! Everything is under control! Situation normal!” Cloud yelled back, hiding his panic
by hopping onto Tifa’s prison cot, draping himself over her from behind, and unzipping his
fly. “Just… foreplay. To make it even more torturous for her.”

“Oh, captain, you are a genius of criminal justice!” the sergeant warmly praised. “The Seven
Infantry strives to live up to your example. Hooah!”

“Hooah!” the other guards chorused, before going right back to fucking their own inmates.

A shudder rumbled through Tifa’s loins as Cloud took hold of her handcuffed arms and
poked her quim’s slit with his engorged erection. The convicted brawler bit her lip in
anticipation as her crush’s bulbous tip prodded at her wet clitoris, only to slide down and stab
into her vaginal opening.

“Ah! Ugh! Augh!” Tifa gasped, the full force of her captor’s enhanced body crashing through
her moist cavern. The sensuous criminal’s muscles spasmed out, their shapely curvature
trembling as her folds were thrust apart. On her knees in a skintight orange prison uniform,
the spirited beauty of Sector Seven’s slums mewled with erotic pleasure as she was fucked
like a convicted slut. “Ah! Ah! Augh! AUGH!”

“Oh! Those are the sounds of a criminal slut getting what’s coming to her!” Aerith’s voice
echoed through the cell block, the Cetra likely having finished dominating her own inmates.
“Throw some dirty talk in there, captain! Really get that curvy meat sleeve confessing her
crimes! Hooah!”

“Hooah!”
Tifa couldn’t see Cloud’s face in her doggystyle position, but she at least was blushing like a
schoolgirl and moaning like a Wall Market professional as his bulging flesh spear rammed
her harder and harder as Aerith and the troops egged them on. His pelvis clapped against her
toned rump, her apple cheeks bouncing with each thrust. The sweat from her exercise was
tripled by new glistening from her penetration, ecstasy pounding through her as her buxom
breasts swung within her tight orange inmate jumpsuit.

“Ugh, confess. You beautiful criminal,” Cloud tried to dirty talk her, clearly struggling
demeaning his old friend. He growled in frustration and threw himself over Tifa’s back, the
full weight of his muscular body pressing the bartender’s shapely form down into the
scratchy sheets of the prison cot. “You’re… you’re the most beautiful woman in the world,
more brilliant that the glitter of the Gold Saucer, and you chose to fight the full might of
Shinra. You did, didn’t you?! Didn’t you, you gorgeous convict!? Confess it!”

“I confess!—Ah!—I confess! My name is Tifa Lockhart and I confess!—Ah!—I was a member

of AVALANCHE and helped blow up mako reactors!—AAH!!!” the ravishing felon wailed,
tears glimmering down her cheeks as she panted hot and heavy, her pussy wrapping tight
around Cloud’s prick as it hammered through her ravenous, squelching insides. “So many
people—Oh!—my fault!—Ah!—I’m terrorist! I’m a whore! A murderous fucking slut who
belongs behind bars! Pound me, captain! Fuck me! Breed me! Cum in my criminal pussy and
knock me up with your creeeeammmm!!!!!”

With a great, forceful shove, Cloud hilted his throbbing rod deep in her clenching cunt and
erupted with molten semen magma. Tifa squealed with salacious sensation as the gooey
creampie pumped into her rumbling pussy, her womb flooded with burning-hot cum as her
handcuffs rattled around her jittering wrists. The muscular convict’s shapely legs shuddered
with euphoria, her black high-heel boots yanking at her leg irons’ chainlinks as her skintight
orange inmate jumpsuit stretched over her voluptuous, muscular body.

The gorgeous bartender collapsed into her cot’s rough sheets, sweat and saliva drooling onto
her pillow. Cloud fell down after her, his pulsing cock still sheathed in her depth as warmth
basked through the glistening lovers, slick semen dribbling down Tifa’s succulent legs. The
ex-SOLDIER shifted their positions so that he was gently spooning the radiant brawler rather
pinning her down from on top. The pair steadily panted, submerged in each other’s desire, as
they carefully listened for the rest of the Seventh to finish up and leave the cell block.

“Okay! The troops are gone and the other inmates are in pleasure comas!” Aerith called to
them, racing into view outside the bars of Tifa’s cell, jittery with excitement. “Tell her the
good news already, Cloud! We’ll be docking soon, and she has to know not to have Costa del
Sols at Costa del Sol!”

“Huh?” Tifa queried, Cloud fidgeting as he unlocked her handcuffs. “Why not? If the
bartenders there can’t make a good one, I could always mix my own.”

Cloud winced, pulling out an envelope from his belt and handing it off to her. “Yeah, um,
probably best that you don’t have any alcohol. I got this from Rufus right before we left. I… I
didn’t know how to tell you.”
Tifa furrowed her brow in confused as she pulled out the report in the envelope… and paled
in shock when she read it.

“I’m… I’m pregnant,” she remarked. “… I’m pregnant. Preg… nant…”

“Ye—yeah,” Cloud muttered, both of them ignoring Aerith dancing for joy on the other side
of the bars. “And… uh… I don’t know if you know, but the mako-enhancement to
SOLDIERs… it affects the reproductive system… it won’t be possible to have an abortion.
I’m sorry.”

“N—No, it’s okay. This entire situation was crazy since those White Whispers showed up,”
Tifa stammered. “D—do you want to abort it?”

“Uh—well, we can’t, so it’s not—”

“No, no, I know. I’m sorry, I forgot your hand was forced here too—”

“Oh my Lifestream!” Aerith groaned, smacking her forehead against the bars of the cell.
“Both of you need more self-esteem boasting. Cloud, Tifa loves you and she loves you for
you. You don’t need to angst about your memories and feelings of not being strong enough to
protect her.”

“W—what,” Cloud stuttered, his cheeks lighting up red. “Hey, what are you—”

“Tifa,” Aerith moved on shifting her focus. “You are amazing, beautiful, courageous, and
kind. Having gone through terrible tragedies does not make you lesser than anyone, and you
are worthy of love. Specifically, but not limited to, Cloud’s, who is also in love with you.”

“Huh?!” Tifa exclaimed, blush filling her face as she stared at her confidant in shock.
“Aerith, where’s this coming from—”

Her and Cloud’s stammerings cut off as they realized that neither had denied the spritely
Cetra’s assertations about how deeply they truly felt about each other. Their faces the same
shade of Jessie’s headband, convict and jailer turned towards each other, love, hope, lust, and
resilient kernels of fear in their dueling eyes of red and blue.

They stared for a long time, each nervously unsure about what to say, still afraid that they
weren’t who they wished to be, that they weren’t who they felt the other deserved to be loved
by.

But then, Cloud’s hand fell down below Tifa’s chest, caressing her rockhard abs through her
skintight orange prison uniform. The rockhard abs that would soon be consumed as her belly
ballooned with child. Their child.

Their eyes closed. And their lips fell, colliding in a slobbery kiss of passion and love. Their
tongues thrust out from their maws, twisting together in a ravenous, salacious embrace.

And the last daughter of the Ancients watched on with an all-too pleased smile on her face.
When Aerith had told her friends that she could no longer see the future after their battle with
Sephiroth and the Whispers, she might have left out that she was in communication with an
alternate timeline version of herself about a certain plan. Said plan being, if there was a
ninety percent chance she was gonna get a sword to the back in a few months, she was
goddamn gonna see her ship sail before she died! They’d sold the plan to the White Whispers
who hadn’t been taken over by Sephiroth by pointing out that Cloud’s connection to Tifa was
a primary force keeping the ‘son’ of Jenova from taking control of him.

Now, all that was left to do was check if the expecting couple was okay with more
threesomes with her and investigate how much it would cost to rent out the Gold Saucer
wedding chapel. After all, thanks to Rufus, the world would think Tifa Lockhart was in
prison for the rest of her life, so she’d need a new name to maintain the ruse. And Tifa Strife
had a wonderful ring to it.

She also needed to talk with her alternate timeline self about this scheme to revive the Cetra
by getting Aerith a harem of Zack, Cloud, Tifa, Cissnei, and others. When a shitton of
timelines were involved, anything was possible. And she had no promises to keep to the
planet that she’d put everything back the way she found it after stopping Sephiroth’s
schemes.
End Notes

This is the first (possibly only) story for my Wild Card Month. Basically, March 2024 is set
to be hectic as all hell for me and I'm barely gonna have any time to write as is. So for the
month, I am putting my regular Slot System on hold and just writing whatever smuttiness
comes to mind. The regular Slot System will resume in April.

So, Final Fantasy VII Rebirth came out recently and, in one version of the game's events,
Cloud and Tifa kissed! I was very happy about this fact. I was also very happy that Tifa and
Aerith's friendship from Remake was only given more focus! So, this idea popped into my
head and demanded to be written and since it was both much lighter and much SHORTER
than my previous Tifa arrest idea, I went for it. Had a lot of fun playing with Tifa and Cloud's
respective self-esteem issues in this one, as well as Aerith excitedly trying to get them
together while also joining in on the fun herself.

This will likely exist as a separate anomaly of any future FFVII stories I do, as there is
definitely potential for a more connected series there. Or other disconnected one-shots like
Italian Senator Tifa Lockhart being framed for embezzlement and arrested. Anything is
possible when alternate timelines are afoot. :D

As for what might be next for Wild Card Month, I honestly have no idea. I've got ideas for
Persona, Jujutsu Kaisen, Chainsaw Man (which I am now caught up on the manga for!),
Chained Soldier, and Ace Attorney, but those are all pretty long, and I got very lucky getting
the time to write this one so quickly. There may not be another story that comes out before
April hits. Sorry.

In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed this tale of Tifa's arrest! Any favorite moments or beats?
Let me know. :)

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