IN THE SKY THAT NIGHT CHAPTER 6: DISORDERED SCENES
AUTHORS NOTES
'This' means either someone is thinking, or the name of something.
Horizontal ruler (a line across the page) means a page break or timeskip, it may be a few minutes, it may be a few hours...
-X- means a scene change, i.e. we start with character A in a warehouse. Then we go to character B in an apartment- a scene change from a warehouse to an apartment.
As usual, apologies for the outrageous update delay.
Disclaimer; I do not own the Final Fantasy franchise or any of the characters or ideas involved. This is nonprofit-I am making no money from this.
"I'll go find him. I'll bring him back to you."
Watching via one of her ever present spy drones (lurking in a vent of Lightning Farron's apartment) mechanical genius and skilled stalker supreme, Alyssa Zaidelle wondered if she had crossed a line;
She had hacked into Lightning (stupid name) Farron's personal computer to find information to 'deal with' her rival. After discovering that the succubus-shaped ogre had a tendency to punch her problems, the blonde aspiring scientist opted for a more strategic scheme; using pieces from old vid-messages from her sister Serah (and some ingenuity) she had created a false distress message. Farron would go to the Vestige, get busted by the droids there, leaving Hope devastated that his… head-fuck-buddy was in jail (or maybe deported to pulse). She would then step in to console the newly unclaimed young man and score her love interests heart.
Actually come to think of it, she didn't think she was crossing a line, as long as Farron didn't die of course…
She leaned back in her chair, pulling open the olive green sleeping wear shorts she currently wore.
"In the meantime… Wight, play me Mixtape No 19."
The floating robot servant obeyed and a mixtape involving Hope on a medical bed, electrodes on his stomach, sending pulses of pain into the bound and very naked male played via holographic projection.
As the music (an Ambient style of Electronic music) played, it switched to a scene that even Alyssa found weird when she first saw it but now very much wanted to experience it with Hope someday.
Foot gagging; Hope lay on his back on a red carpeted floor as the rose-haired dominatrix above him seemingly callously shoved a white fishnet encased foot into his mouth, forcing his lips wide around her toes as her entire foot forced it's way into his mouth.
Alyssa masturbated, enflamed by the image of Hope's beautiful green eyes watering up and snot hacking up through his nostrils as the domme above, pushed her foot deeper into his mouth, her toes likely pressing against his tonsils.
The light background music perfectly complimented the sounds of the weird fetish scene as Alyssa clearly heard Hope coughing (near choking) and spluttering as the fishnet encased foot shot back out of his mouth, dangling before Hope's eyes covered in his saliva for a moment before mockingly smacking the teenager across the face staining his features with his own spit.
Tears mixed with saliva as the moist foot slithered over Hope's face, over his nose, over his closed eyes and forehead, the last of the saliva was rubbed off into the young mans thick hair, mixing saliva into the thick, silky locks, matting and staining them.
The screen flickered forwards again editing out Light's cold command for Hope to stick his tongue out. Alyssa's self-pleasuring was uninterrupted as she watched Hope stick his quite long (and no doubt very talented) tongue out to orally service his mistresses toes.
Lovely green eyes further teared up, attractive, almost effeminate face twisting in distaste as his tongue worked over and around fishnet covered toes, rubbing back and forth and around the phalanges. Alyssa guessed that the feel of the net structured covering irritated and that someones foot would have to taste really weird (she had recently tried to lick her own foot -not flexible enough).
Alyssa's eyes widened in shocked arousal seeing Hope's eyes widened in alarm as Light shoved her toe to the left and forced more phalanges into his oral cavity. His cheeks stretched painfully open and his jaw uncomfortably lowered as the perverse pinkette wedged all five of her toes over his teeth.
"You should bite her a little." The blonde giggled.
Visible pain on Hope's face reflected more twists, and Light's toes shoved past his teeth onto his tongue making the boy jerk, emitting a sound not unlike retching in preparation to vomit. The domme stopped and moved her other foot over Hope's rubber shorts encased cock. She began rubbing the unspoiled foot over the large bulge in the black clothing.
The video skipped forwards again, skipping the icy dominatrixes request for Hope to breathe deeply and calmly.
Hope's loud breathing stormed in and out of his nostrils as Light shoved her foot even deeper into his defiled mouth. By Alyssa's estimation, Hope's tongue was on her inner arch, his teeth lightly digging into her outer arch of her sole and her toes must have been tickling his tonsils.
Another skip forwards, Hope's fingers came up to her heel and ankle and began rubbing points reacting to Lightnings edited commands . Soon after, Hope's body jerked up as though vomiting as Light pulled her now even deeper soaked foot out and once again rubbed it all over Hope's gasping, sweating face.
Alyssa orgasmed as the videotaped dominatrix switched feet; her spit soaked foot now squeezing and rubbing Hope's lower body, her previous servicing foot now shoving its way into his violated oral cavity.
Easing back in her thick chair, Alyssa liked this video as it possessed no clear view of Lightnings irritating face. The short blond imagined it was her ass smothering hope as the domme switched from foot gagging to face smothering via ass on top of face...
-X-
Several dozen meters above Cocoon's placid Forneus ocean, hours later...
A sleek, black Velocycle carrying two passengers and what looked like a rolled up rug, cut like a knife through through the cold evening sky inspired into light winds by large environmental assistance fans lining the Bodhum coast.
The bike was a 700 Shinden. Its pilot, Claire 'Lightning' Farron had borrowed it from one of her customers. The dominatrix squirmed at what she would have to do to 'repay' him, as the guy had a fetish for many things well over the edge of what many would consider as 'acceptable risk'.
Such as cutting with knives, permanent body modification, auto erotic asphyxia, drugging and gassing.
Some people in Cocoon were just... weird.
Behind her, holding on with his surprisingly strong arms around her waist, face leant so far down he could sniff her hair (the gravity defying vehicle had no seatbelts) was Hope Estheim, one of Lightning's increasingly more regular clients and... increasingly something more.
The Velocycle they rode was sleek, black with silver chromed anti gravity (AG) generators at front and back. It sported a low and sleek profile with a canopy to protect the driver from debris at its huge possible speeds. Its Cocoon intranet ads boasted of a huge and powerful engine and huge devices (heat radiators) sticking out at the rear looking like pipes (though this device was in fact zero emission).
The velocycles gravitic pulse drive ceased forward vector. It's antigrav functions continued to hum as it hovered above the ocean, glittering with golden light as the Fal'Cie Phoenix lowered power to enter Cocoon's dusk phase.
Its sleek, black canopy opened, revealing its two occupants fully to any onlookers.
Driver/pilot, Lightning Farron easily manipulated the controls (during her Guardian Corps training she became proficient with various vehicles including velocycles). They sat up to upright positions on the velocycle.
Two pairs of eyes, one cold and blue, one green and expressive, looked out over the light waves of the Forneus sea, they were over a mile away from any of Cocoon's landmasses.
Hope awkwardly adjusted himself as Lightning clambered past him on the velocycles high speed reinforced frame to the sandy brown coloured fabric contrasting with the black of the bike.
A surge of warmth flowed through Lightning, feeling Hope behind her. knowing he was there for her, steadying her. She grabbed the rug and untied it. It unfurled and revealed a human body as it tumbled lifelessly into the water.
The still warm corpse of Snow Villiers.
Creatures exploded from the water to snatch the carcass under the waves that turned crimson as razor sharp teeth bit into flesh, muscle, bone and artery.
They were Spiceacilian, hideous, part fish, part reptile, part mass of claws and spikes, bio-engineered monsters created as part of Cocoon's waste recycling system. A swarm of them dragged Snows corpse beneath the crimson waves, claws, teeth and even spines stabbing through flesh and bone and swiftly tearing the NORA leader into easily devoured chunks.
Light watched enraptured, blue eyes reflecting the frothing, red carnage beneath. Her mouth sent deep breaths in and out and everything faded, the cold, the wind, her anger and fatigue…
She thought of all the times she wanted to be rid of the fool… of how much better Serah's life would be without him… how many problems he had caused her…
'No, this isn't about me… it's about Serah...'
She was confused, as though nothing about the world was right, didn't she want to save Snow for Serah's sake?
"This is… Serah would want…"
Shockingly strong hands seizing her shoulders cut off her inner turmoil as Hope, aggressively yanked her round and pulled her in, stealing her mouth for an aggressive kiss full of hunger.
Shocked, the pink-haired woman froze, eyes wide, heart stopped, relishing the feel of Hope's lips on her for a moment before her stunned mind reloaded and tried to break free. She lost her balance on the small aerodynamic frame of the bike, but powerful arms wrapped around her waist, preventing her from falling to the deadly ocean below.
She writhed in his grip (unwisely) as he pulled her back to the bikes open canopy seat as the velocycle swayed above the now bubbling red waves, buffeted by a blast of strong wind.
Her resistance was halfhearted as her now sitting Accomplice tugged her down into his waist, pulling them closer together, holding her tightly against her attempts to break free and relentlessly kissing her all over her face and neck.
'When did he get so strong.' She managed to think against the shock of being controlled like this.
Still off balance, she readjusted to secure both her powerful legs around Hope's lap.
All her doubts and questions vanished and she hungrily raked her hands through Hope's thick, silky hair. She growled into Hope's mouth, trying to take back control of the situation.
They broke. Breathless, staring into each other's lust filled eyes.
As one, they turned and looked down at the scene of carnage unfolding beneath them. Both watched the bloody maelstrom in each others arms for a moment before she smiled, widely and fully and let him once again press his face to hers...
-X-
One hour earlier...
Fearless ex-Guardian Corps Sergeant and fearful ex-level 100 Plasma-Blade Knight from Online gaming Forever Fantasy, Hope Estheim stepped onto the sand and silt of the pseudo island the Bodhum Pulse Vestige lay on…
The Pulse relic was huge, hundreds of meters high and wide. Thick as a mountain, it certainly didn't look like a ruin (despite the Sanctum saying it was dead), it looked impenetrable, dominating, evil.
She saw an opening that due to the structures bizarre design, she couldn't tell if it was a door or a forced opening.
'Guess the idiot went in there…'
Hearing unnatural noises from the opening she wondered for the millionth time why the Sanctum hadn't just blown this thing up decades ago.
"Hope! Stay outside and watch the bike. It's our only way off this rock if things go south. You're here as a medic. In case Snow or his friend is injured, you treat them. But you don't enter the Vestige. I'll do it."
"But Light-" The younger male started.
"Stay. Outside." The twenty-two year old commanded, so harshly the teen was shocked. And slightly aroused despite the potentially fatal situation.
"Hope, I'm trusting you. Stay safe."
The young man was stunned breathless at his... significant other... trusting him in this crisis. So much so that he nearly fell over when she shoved a gunblade into his arms.
"It's a spare. Here's how you use it…"
-X-
Pulse Vestige, several detailed explanations later...
Lightning stepped into the corridor of the sinister vestige.
The interior was weird to her cold eyes; tiled floors of mismatching dark colours, against industrial looking walls with over-ornate lamps casting ominous illumination and deep shadows.
Even in the cavernous interior she felt the evil of the place bearing down on her.
'Need to find those NORA idiots before…'
She heard a noise. Then a cacophony of familiar, shrill noises. several small, odd looking machines appeared around a bend.
'Zwerg scandroids? Those are PSICOM machines.'
Before she could say a word to explain her trespassing on the restricted site, one of the droids lashed out with its standard weapon; an electroshock cable. On instinct she sidestepped the whip-like weapon and swung her gleaming gunblade in sword mode into an upwards slash hacking into the oddly-shaped robots circuits, destroying it.
The floor erupted into crackling sparks as the woman leapt into the air to avoid more shocking cables. She spun like an acrobat, then came crashing down on a second droid in a downward double handed chop hacking the unfortunate machine into two before savagely kicking one of the sparking chunks into the third droid, imbalancing it before shooting it dead with her gun mode BlazeFire.
As Lightning saw yet more droids charge her, she flashed back to her combat training; Guardian Corps Close Combat Battle (GCCQB);
'For bladework; the user visualises a clock in front of them; match the 13 hands of the clock to an attack; odd hours to single handed slashes, even hours to double handed slashes. Don't stop moving, keep the enemy guessing on you position. Agility and unpredictability are key.'
She tore through the machines like a Berserker amongst baby Chocobos, with slashes, stabs and slice attack sending the mass production drones to their premature ends.
'For gun battles; aim for center of target to maximise chance of hit, preferably in two hand grip. Shoot while mobile, always emphasise speed and agility.'
Several drones were given programming to be smart enough to stay out of blade range. Not that it saved them, the Farron maiden shot them dead with precise shots from her weapon in gun mode adding to the rather large scrap pile around her.
Alone for the moment, Light faced a Y junction, down one corridor she heard what sounded like a flood of yet more droids.
Down the other, it sounded clear.
She ran down the 'clear path'.
A minute of running later, Lightning entered a strange room; circular, with several chairs facing walls covered in crystals.
'What is this place?'
She felt a strange... pull on her senses, her attention being almost sucked towards the objects on the walls…
She stepped towards one of the crystals; it glowed an ethereal blueish-green.
'…Beautiful…'
"Hey sis."
The rose haired woman almost jumped in shock, spinning around to see the dishevelled, obnoxious appearance of Snow Villiers, leader of monster hunting goon squad NORA and bane of Light's existence.
"So… what brings you here?" The large man inquired in a loud, boisterous voice that grated on her nerves.
"Snow! You're not dead… where's the other Nora member?"
The group leader scratched his head, and smiled sheepishly.
"Uh…he chickened out and ran. And after it was his idea to grab something from the vestige to sell to a collector."
Light's usually cool blue eyes, ignited into outrage.
"?!You risked awakening a Pulse relic to get cash.?!"
"Well, yeah, I needed to afford a wedding present for Serah somehow."
"…"
Lightning had a truly weird experience. She seemed to be outside her body watching herself raise her gun, point it at the obnoxious fool that had enraged her for years now, squeeze the trigger sending a bullet through Snow Villiers heart.
She snapped back to her body hearing the THUD of the large mans body hitting the metal floor. A pool of blood spread from beneath his large frame.
"…what… did I just..." Her voice gasped out.
She stared down at Snow's body, then at her gunblade, then back to the body. Then back to her weapon, as though the thing was incomprehensible.
"Light?"
The wide-eyed women's head snapped round to see Hope Estheim in the doorway.
She stared at him, feeling... frightened, ashamed, terrified.
"I… he..."
The young man looked at Light, then to the body of the man she had just murdered, shocked, but then his face took on a look of steely determination that made the in-shock woman's heart freeze.
"I heard what he said. He risked his life, and broke the law… and risked lives of people he knew would come to come him, for easy money. He deserved this."
"..no…" She barely made choked out.
"Yes." She heard a voice in her mind say. Her mind finally snapping as Fang always said it would if she didn't lighten up?
"…this is wrong…"
"It isn't. He deserved it."
"Light? He deserved it." Hope insisted.
"… I…"
Why was her mind fuzzy? She couldn't think. Or really feel. She had never killed anything other than monsters before. Shouldn't she be freaking out worse over this?
'Get rid of the body.'
"Get rid of…!?"
Light watched in shock and bewilderment as Hope grabbed a rug from… somewhere, and began rolling the still smouldering corpse of Snow up like a freakish tortilla in a burrito...
Or she thought she did, in reality Lightning Farron stood alone in the room, mesmerised by pulsian crystals designed to manipulate minds and trap people inside fantasies…
-X-
Later in the illusion...
Lightning had felt hope's hardness countless times before. Against her body, even in her hands, during their sessions over the past several months. Now, out in the open, no rooms, dungeons or rules, it pressed between her legs as she straddled him atop the floating bike.
She widened her legs, pushing her body weight down on it and she didn't think about her constantly stressing sister or the fact that she'd killed a man.
Not looking, she tore open Hope's shirt. She murmured something into her accomplices mouth, continuing to awkwardly tear his clothes off despite him holding her, body to body tightly. His grip, so tight it could bruise, made Light feel even hotter, despite the wind and dwindling daylight.
She began grinding against him, rubbing her still clothed body against his bared chest, bouncing against his no-doubt frustrated, still sheathed member. Hope's head twisted up and down as he stayed liplocked to her as she rose and dropped against him.
Instinctual hunger against Hope's mouth changed to a feral grin as Light felt strong, aggressive hands rake down her back, over her ass to her skirt, pulling it up exposing her butt cheeks to the cold sea wind.
A knee rose up jabbing between Light's legs and the pro dominatrix stopping consuming Hope's mouth to complain when the suddenly aggressive teen reached into Light's panties with one hand and viciously tore the silk garment off their owner shredding the underthings and tossing them into the ocean.
She could have slapped him. Should have, no one dared do things like this to her, she battered those who even thought it. Instead, she ducked her head downwards, grabbed Hope's pants and ripped them open, snapping the button and wrenching the trousers open so hard the zip snapped.
His undergarment was tugged on next, though it wouldn't snap.
She paused to look at Hope in mock outrage as his hands grabbed her top and tore it open showering buttons to the bike below. Her black bra was savagely yanked open seconds later and Hope took her breast into his mouth suckling them, placing both in an awkward position as a more cold ocean wind, approaching a gale hit them.
The eldest Farron sibling hadn't given up control since high school, preferring command of all things in her life, though she gave no resistance as Hope further tore her clothing at the shoulders and yanked it down her torso further exposing her to the vast open world.
Her probing hand found what it sought within her passengers underwear. She guided it inside her, rewarded by Hope shockingly biting into her soft breast as his sensitive member was sheathed by something it had (better not have) never experienced before.
Light's brief thought of having control back was shattered as she felt herself shoved forwards bending back at the midsection towards the handlebars. She looked up (or down) depending on the position of view. She felt foreign vertigo as she looked upside down across the vast ocean.
She sprang up, nearly head butting Hope in the face. Palming the Estheim heirs face, she shoved Hope back against one of the bikes hard, unquestionably uncomfortable, metallic exhaust pipes. Involuntarily, one of Hope's legs shot out in a spastic kick and hit one of the velocycles control console.
The anti-gravity bike sharply rocketed into a counterclockwise spin. The riding pair made twin noises of shock and exhilaration as they held onto each for dear life to avoid being hurled from the now ballistic flying machine.
Through the fear though Lightning laughed, truer than she had in years. She drove down, slamming her hands on either side of Hopes head with a shocking thud that further shot up her excitement. Grabbing hold of one of the radiator pipes she pulled on it for leverage, squeezing Hope with shocking pressure between herself and the seat of the Shinden.
She smoothly shifted her hips atop Hope's body, easing back, grinning at the flurry of emotions on Hope's angelically lovely face;
Shock, that she had disconnected from him.
Discomfort, at his predicament.
Torment, needing her around him again.
Relief as she eased the weight on his pelvis.
She arched back then drove down on Hopes submissive body as he stared up at her in wonder, her body silhouetted by Cocoon's distant lights around her. His hands dug into her shapely bottom, almost stabbing in as the rose-haired dominatrix violently rode him like breaking a crazed Chocobo.
He sprang up, showing newly acquired aggression, delighting Light as she once again felt her C-cup breasts enclosed by a hot mouth. Violently, she shoved him back down to the velocycle seat. She looked down on him with lust and challenge as she began riding him deeper and harder, shaking the flying vehicle as it spun above the waves, it's riders in something between lovemaking and grappling, bodies banging off things as the gravity-defying vehicle turned without control.
She pulled down again, wondering what would break first; the pipe she tugged on, the Shinden she was driving hope down on, maybe Hopes pelvis. She grinned thinking about crushing the Bones to dust.
She bent over him, her hair dangling into his face, blinding him with beautiful pink. She rode Hope onwards, ever more violently, her rhythm fast, powerful, yet constantly changing due to the coupling pair being thrown about by the dangerously in-motion velocycles spinning and both rising and falling high into the howling sky and low against the crashing waves. Ecstatic moans of exertion drowned out the splashing waves and howling wind.
Through lidded eyes, Light saw Hope's feet flail about on the pedals; the right peddle increased power to AG making it levitate higher. As the vehicle sharply ascended it pushed Light deeper down, shoving more of Hope inside her body to press against the inner organs that felt like they were being pressed out of her lower body!
Its opposite (the left peddle), lowered power to AG drive sending the flying machine plummeting down at terrifying speed, reminding Light for a split second of a rollercoaster. In a moment of panic, Light felt her body lift up off Hope's, her stomach pushing up into her throat as they plummeted, before deadstopping in mid air, causing the athletic pinkette to crash back down into the surprisingly sculpted teenagers lap. The surprising opportunist seized her, wrapping her up in a bear hug while he gobbled at her breasts.
Perhaps annoyed, Light bent backwards, her waist still in Hope's grasp, lying across the Shinden's handlebar rack. She took hold of the velocycles throttle. For each hard shove into Light's contorted lower body, Light would rev on the throttle sending them racing off across the ocean.
Rather than being cowed by this, Light felt Hope present increasing levels of violence in his thrusting into her. Surprised, she looked up at him seeing him not only bend himself back trying to mirror Light's position, but also raising himself off the seat, which also raised Light's curvy ass higher into the air and bending her shapely body more intensely.
As he pumped into her so hard she felt her back rub against the cold metal of the velocycle, she stared ahead watching cocoon blur around her, inverted.
It had never looked so beautiful to her.
The danger of speeding out of control like this, adding another level of sensation to the wonderful coupling experience.
-X-
Cocoon's nightcycle fully activated...
Lightning had moved onto her hands and knees; or it would have been if they were on the ground, lightning was bent over, her forearms on the handlebars, ass swaying enticingly before the gawking Hope (Light was proud of his reaction, as she didn't really think of herself as 'pretty').
Hope assumed the 'dominant position' behind her. It had never occurred to her to be submissive before but it felt right to herself to let him have this. She looked forwards to the skyline of cities and towns glimmering all over cocoons inner surface.
'Could they see me? Could they see us? Did they know what I- what we, have done?' The lifetime stoic found herself strangely smiling, finding the prospect of being exposed and shamed... exciting.
"Don't worry about anything, Light." The pinkette almost jumped before turning her head to look back at her partner, speaking as if reading her thoughts. "Do you want to keep doing this?"
"I do." She replied, feeling his hardness against her all-too-willing body.
The former Guardian Corps soldier found herself shocked to the core when the very-well-endowed teenager penetrated her from behind, shoved his hips forwards while pulling his rose-haired partner towards him grasping by her waist, ramming into her with a thump hard enough to bruise and what Light was sure was a shift of the whole velocycle.
"!?"
'Wow!'
Another slam into her, this one driving the delightfully shapely female forwards squashing her tits against the handlebars. Light gasped, surprised at the pain.
'Since when was he this strong?!'
Perhaps sensing his lovers shock, Hope went back to softer thrusts in and out of Lights reddened body, then came the switch and the shockingly powerful teen male reared back so hard that the twenty-something's female body he crashed into almost went flying. She came crashing back down with an impact that knocked the air out of he. She almost yelped in pain and shock.
"More!" She demanded without thinking.
He complied and the smashing impacts kept coming, sending Lights mind to another place. Her body was at a level she had never felt, not with any man before. She never wanted to leave. Her body screamed for the amazing young man crashing in and out of her.
As the fucking went on. Light and Hope were red, in pain, somewhere between an athlete at the last ten metres of a 20 kilometer marathon.
"Faster." Light demanded.
"Faster!"
Hope collapsed onto her, his body weight squashing the against the velocycles handlebars as Dominatrix and student/heir powered to climax.
She reached up, seized a handful of his almost lady-lovely hair. She harshly tugged while growling into the face pressed against hers. She demanded he pick up the pace.
While neither registered it, they both saw fish jumping below and birds flying overhead as they copulated.
Staring almost mind broke at Cocoon's beautiful lights, Light's body felt like it was about to explode from the amazing attention she was receiving. Sparks of pleasure shot in between the constant hard pounding her athletic body received from her partner.
Alone, in the sky hundreds of meters off the ground, all in a world of their own, orgasm came while staring into each other's eyes.
The orgasm was brutal yet wonderful, a wave of somehow warm water splashed over the pair as they climaxed, simultaneously down to the femtosecond.
Light had had sex before, but not like this; experiencing emotions she didn't know could exist, stronger than she knew could exist. They held each other close as they came down.
-X-
END CHAPTER 6
AUTHORS NOTES
Delay; this story went off on several weird tangents; one line of thought was that within the Pulse Vestige was a conspiracy by the Cocoon government to canibalise the corpse of Anima (the Fal'Cie who turn the group in L'Cie in the game FF13) with overtly convoluted schemes to overthrow the Fal'Cie, invade Pulse (if anyone was alive there), colonise Pulse (if everyone was dead), amongst various other pretentious schemes and Light and Hope would get wrangled up in ever-increasingly overcomplicated plots. I ultimately discarded theses ideas as they weren't worth the hassle and didn't seem that interesting or entertaining when fleshed out.
GCCQB; Style of organised combat used by Cocoon's Guardian Corps- there was no mention of what fighting style Lightning used in the games.
Cocoon Intranet; Basically, Cocoon has an internet though it is heavily spied upon by PSICOM, the Fal'Cie and... others.
Forever Fantasy; Fictional RPG played in Cocoon society. Something Hope plays in his free time.