4TH EVENT - Closer
"...Reno was right." His captor told him.
Rude's eyes widened.
And then Reno's voice resounded in his head regarding the prophecy, "What if it's about rape? ...rape ...rape... I bet it's a dick. ...dick...dick..."
"Don't worry." The entity behind leaned into him firmly, and Rude felt his ass clench up involuntarily. "I'm not Sephiroth."
His whole body felt a lot more relaxed after hearing that. But what this person was telling him meant that they had been watching him and his conversation with Rufus Shinra, not to mention when Reno was there.
"You know Sephiroth is the fallen angel that the prophecy speaks of." The unknown assailant stated matter-of-factly. "And his lengthy 'sword' is quite obviously a double entendre. Reno was right when he said it was about rape, that's exactly what Sephiroth is here to do! To you! And to every other man on this entire planet!"
Rude didn't know how to respond to that, physically or mentally, but the tension in his rear end was returning.
"He wants to put his seed inside them, and once it's there it will infect them and assimilate them! But the scholars are never going to admit to this truth until it's far too late!"
The tone dropped dead serious, almost threatening as the assailant flatly stated their requirement of Rude. "I need you to tell Rufus. We need SOLDIER on our side and prepared to combat Sephiroth and the spread of the infection."
For the few seconds Rude contemplated whether he was being lured into deceiving the president, there was an answer provided. "If you do not do this, just remember: it's your ass on the line. Literally. And he WILL inevitably come for it, and INSIDE of it when he gets his hands on you."
Rude shook his head as best he could, and it seemed that they had come to an understanding.
With one quick movement, he felt the restraints vanish from his arms and he spun around to see nobody behind him!
But he heard quick footsteps at the front of the house.
He swiped his baton from the floor and sprinted towards the front door at top speed and the taser end connected with the neck of the man entering from outside!
"PPPLAGGGHH~!~!" Liquids shot out of Reno's face and his open beer threw up it's contents all over him as he jolted and dropped the six pack. He fell down, convulsing, with a can rolling by his head.
Rude freaked and dropped the taser baton, where it rolled between Reno's legs and stuck him in the nuts. "!FUCKING~GOD!~!" Reno's legs were flying all around now so Rude was hesitant to try and grab the baton.
He eventually managed with just a kick to the shades, but he just took out another pair from the inside of his jacket and replaced them.
He helped Reno hobble to the couch and apologized profusely.
He set the beer on the table for him and went out to the car to get the fried chocobo bucket.
BUT IT WAS GONE!
The unknown intruder must've made away with it, he surmised with disdain.
Meanwhile at the office, Rufus Shinra rubbed his eyes. He must've analyzed thousands of translations of the ancient texts by now, along side theories and even detailed reports of supposed sightings of the fallen angel, and they were all from accredited sources so he had to give them some unbiased review.
However, his work was being constantly interrupted every few minutes by tremors vibrating the building.
Rufus finally decided to dial the secretary. "What the hell's going on down there? Are we having an earthquake?"
"No, sire." She responded. "It seems to be coming from inside the building. I'll have someone check on it now."
"Tell them to check the labs first." He told her before he hung up.
Sighing, he took a sip of coffee and returned his tired eyes to the computer.
Overall, there was one thing most commonly agreed upon concerning the prophecy; the plague foretold to spread across the planet had to be none other than geostigma, as this was already occurring in their present day, not to mention that Sephiroth could very well be considered a harbinger of the disease. So that all seemed to add up. Except for the consistently mentioned detail in every translation that men in specific would be infected, and it would be administered directly by the fallen angel himself.
His computer screen suddenly started flickering like it was on the edge of experiencing a power out, and he realized that the tremors were getting stronger and starting to shake things in his office.
He rapidly slammed the save button on all of his documents and threw his hands up in frustration at the futility of trying to work right now.
Rufus slouched back, yawning, and casted his eyes over at the aquarium of exotic fish he had displayed in his office; even they were rushing to and fro in confusion.
Then he observed how the water in the tank rippled deeper with each tremor experienced. That meant that it was definitely getting closer. Almost like it was climbing floors.
A framed certificate suddenly jumped off of the wall and crashed to the floor. "For Christ's sake..." Rufus complained, getting up to retrieve it.
AND THEN AN EARTH-SHATTERING IMPACT THREW HIM OFF BALANCE! LIKE SOMETHING HAD PUNCHED THE CEILING OF THE FLOOR DIRECTLY BELOW HIM!
Rufus ran to the phone!
The second she picked up, he barked at the secretary, "What the FUCK is going on?"
"I don't know, sire!" She sounded genuinely worried this time. "The guys I sent to check never came back, and I tried calling them but nobody is picking up!"
Rufus physically facepalmed at the incompetence of his employees. "Alert security and find the source of the disturbance ASAP! Report to me as soon as there is any development on this whatsoever!"
"All security personnel are already on alert, sire."
"Good!" He slammed the phone down.
And then he heard the toilet flush behind him in his private bathroom.
He slowly turned towards the door to see that it was wide open and no one was in there.
Rufus got up reluctantly and went into the bathroom.
He jiggled the handle on the toilet first, then took the lid off the tank to confirm that nothing was broken in there.
And then it flushed again on it's own, right in front of him.
His eyes jolted wide and he quickly put the lid back on the tank and shut off the water to the toilet.
He briskly returned to his desk and sat down to forget about it.
Grabbing his coffee, he noticed it looked a lot lighter than before, like someone had added more creamer. He took a sip, but it didn't taste any sweeter than before. A tad bit salty, in fact.
He frowned and put it back down.
The secretary couldn't have come in while he was in the bathroom, could she? And of all priorities right now, she came to add creamer to his coffee?
He picked up the phone to check.
It was taking a lot longer than usual...
He sighed, drumming his fingers on the desk.
Nothing.
So he redialed. Another failed attempt.
He tried contacting another employee.
No one answered.
He called security.
It was DISCONNECTED?
Rufus swallowed hard, a knot of panic rising in his stomach. And then he noticed how everything was suddenly so quiet.
Except for a single drip.
Rufus turned to the bathroom to see if the sink was leaking.
A solid minute of silence.
And then another drip.
He looked over at the aquarium. Nothing.
He faced forward and saw a drip drop down into his coffee. It was white.
With mouth slightly agape, he reluctantly went to look up at the ceiling where the drip had dropped from.
"What's wrong...? Don't like cream with your coffee?"
Sephiroth was on the ceiling, his cock out and poised above the coffee cup and it leaked another creamy drop into the president's coffee. He smiled slowly.
Rufus was only able to inhale to scream before Sephiroth propelled down on top of him and his cock lodged down the president's throat. "OWAHGG!" Rufus gagged, his jaw dislocating at the impact.
His chair shot backwards with him in it and hit the wall, where Sephiroth pinned him and started slamming his esophagus.
"FWWLLOOOGGGHH! FWWLLOOOGGGHH!" Rufus choked, grabbing at Sephiroth's wrists to try and wrestle his arms out of their hold on him. But it wasn't working!
Soon, vomit shot up and spilled out from around the fat serpent pounding his throat, and more bile was displaced and poured over every time the thick shaft pumped into his orifice.
Sephiroth busted out into hilarity induced laughter, all the while compacting the contents of Rufus' stomach.
He fished his dick up out of Rufus' stomach acids for a few seconds to smack him in the face with it. His slippery sausage, slick with all sorts of bodily fluids, made moist slapping sounds as it beat Rufus in the cheek.
Rufus started to cry softly. He didn't know how this had happened.
And then Sephiroth made him suck his tea bags.
There was so much of them that Sephiroth had to tuck those surplus meat sacks down into his mouth and leave them there, because they threatened to bust forth like the contents of an overstuffed suitcase.
The pulsating pole hovering above his nose was dribbling warm gooey fluid down onto his forehead. Rufus could do nothing about it but lay there gripping the chair, his neck sprained, and gargle those meat balls while still sobbing.
When Sephiroth finally decided to take his testicles out of Rufus' mouth, he plunged his love muscle right in after that and exploded!
"Swallow it all~ Swallow it all~ UNGGHH!"
Profuse amounts of man milk filled up and overflowed the president's stuffed mouth. Then Sephiroth pulled out and his cream wildly rained all over Rufus' face and sprayed him in the eyes and nostrils.
Semen and saliva and vomit and tears all streamed steamily down his neck together.
And Rufus knew now that he would be the world's best sword swallower...