Tifa Lockhart

We called it the Second Pause, that 6 months of relative peace after the Black Harvest.

"Ugh, Ugh, Ugh."

And I am on my knees, panting as I get fucked from behind. My legs are shaking, I feel weak.

"Oh God!"

I collapse on the ground as I feel the cum fill me up. I take a moment to enjoy the warmth inside me, the connection.

"Oh! Oh! It is my turn!"

I reluctantly get off my husband's cock and just lay down as I watch. He walks up to Star and gets on top of her, he isn't even tired. That kind of endurance cant be natural, and I'm not going to complain about it at all. I might be a mother and a housewife but I am not going to blush at getting pornstar-level sex from time to time.

I watch as Star giggles as he goes in and out and peppers her with kisses. For a moment I wonder if this is how my next baby will be conceived, in a sex dungeon. I decide there are things kids don't need to know as I lay back and enjoy the afterglow.

"OH JOY!"

Yep, that's her first orgasm. Star's a bit quick on the draw when it comes to those, not that I can judge her. I look at the final member of our trio as she puts on a schoolgirl outfit, a cheap one made to be destroyed. Me and Star we can get off from vanilla sex. It's enough for us but, for whatever reason, Sam needs something harder... She needs to feel it.

I hear the familiar panting and moaning, then a scream and a gasp and watch our resident redhead collapse. We are given time to recover, to cuddle, while Sam looks at us with expectation.

"I am ready for my breeding."

When you save the human race you get rewarded for it, and this was a reasonable request. We get up and put her in stocks.

"You're going to fuck a married man, whore."

We smack her lightly.

"Harder."

I freeze.

"I need to feel this."

We degrade her and rip her clothing, the three of us.

"I'm going to put a baby into you."

"Yes, master. Punish your naughty slave, force her to breed."

She wriggled her butt, we brought out the paddles and smacked her ass. She moaned as we smacked her and then our man fucked her, Sam closed her eyes and smiled as she was pounded. Mark grabbed her hair and pulled her, eyes half-lidded she quivered as she came then it was over.

A good way to kill 3 hours. We took Sam out of the stocks and held her as she came down from the high, I looked at her.

"Why do you need it so um... hard?"

"Was altered, sense of touch dulled. Was given responsibility at young age, so much put on me... need to lose control to enjoy myself, would rather have pain than nothing."

I gave her an extra-strong hug. Our family might not be a normal one but, by god, we were a family.

Samus Aran

Cloud looks up at me.

"Mamma Sam?"

"Yes?"

"The kids at school say you're a milf, what's that?"

I look at the little boy calmly.

"A fact."

I drop him at his school and then get to the task of oveerseeing the training of new whelps. Years have passed now, I am a mother and it looks like I will be one for the second time. There are more people here to train, new whelps and new drill sergeants. Direct oversight is no longer needed. It's good, want to spend more time with Alice. The phone rings.

"Sam."

"Mark."

There is silence.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"About what?"

"The loss of feeling. We could work on that, we could fix that, we could-"

"I don't think I'm broken."

He stopped.

"But the loss of sensation?"

"Did not affect my performance so it was unimportant."

"It affects you so it's important to me. I could fix it, you know."

I thought about it.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because it has increased my performance in battle, dulled pain, more than once it let me push past limits others had. It made me stronger."

"But you can't feel anything, that's a problem."

"I do, it's just... well 25% to 33% less than a normal person. It's not always a good thing but it's a part of who I am. And yes, I know, I am a clone and I know I belong to you but these augmentations... they make me who I am."

"And you're a clone."

"I know but it's about more than memories which are probally fake. It's about personhood, and people have flaws that make them who they are."

I took a breath.

"I'm happy with my life, I am making progress, but these implants are a part of who I am as a person, my lineage. Could you promise that my implants would be fine if you fixed my sense of touch?"

"No."

"Then there is my reply."

I paused.

"You could make me want the change but would you force it?"

"No."

"And that's why I stay with you. We've gone past our old limitations together, built a life together, but I am who I am and you are who you are. We will grow with each other, warts and all."

"I get it, Sam... but if you ever need me I'm here."

"I love you too."

I hung up and went over reports, satisfied. For all of its faults mine was a good life.