Fan Omake: Delta Airlines.
A/N: Hey this really cool omake was created by Bladist over on QQ. With their permission I'm posting it on the other sites. For context, this happens right after the royal airship love meter test.

-P2W-

While Leon and the others boarded the Royal Airship, Alpha dragged Cid further and further into a secluded corner of the hangar, doing her level best to make up for the intimate action lost during her pregnancy with an ever more intense make-out session.

Their lips separated, both gasping lightly for air, and Alpha saw that Cid's eyes were slightly unfocuses. It gave her some small feeling of victory, that even with Lord Shadow's Wisdom of the Shadows, all of his power and his sheer sexual stamina, he still could lose the advantage in certain acts of intimacy, especially against the Seven Shades. Of course, Alpha knew her eyes probably looked the same from Cid's point of view. She felt so lightheaded, it was as if her feet could leave the ground at any moment.

Alpha leaned back in for another go round-

"Hm."

Both Master and Commander jumped at the sudden voice, unaware that they had an audience. Alpha and Cid turned as one, beholding a familiar pair of dark purple eyes.

"D- Sara!" Alpha hissed. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be coordinating with the regular forces!"

"Sara smelled hanky-panky." Her face was unusually serious.

"That's no reason to abandon your post, Sara," Cid warned.

Delta's seriousness gave way to panic. "No- no, Sara's already done with the cordon stuff. That spiky blue guy that Nu's always hiding from is real good with the tactical stuff. He got everything in place in less time than Lion said we needed," she explained hastily. "So, Sara went to find Bossman and Bosslady."

"...I see, that's alright, then," Cid had recovered his composure, and was wearing his serious face, the one he wore when he was planning and plotting as Lord Shadow. "So, you came to find us to ask what we wanted you to do next?"

"No."

"Oh. Then, what did you want to ask?"

"Sara overheard Spiky Blue Guy and Scruffy Beard Guy, after Lam-Lam got her reward from Bossman." Delta's expression had gone back to serious. "They said Lam-Lam's ears were wiggling so fast, it looked like she'd take off like a bird. But when Sara looked for her, she was still walking on the ground. So Sara thought, 'If anyone can do it, it's Bosslady.'"

Delta was staring intently at Alpha-no, her ears. "But Bosslady can't yet, so Sara has to hunt sky-things by herself for now." She turned to leave. "Sorry for interrupting your kiss time, Bossman and Bosslady."

"D- Sara, wait." Cid held up a hand. "Are you saying you can fly? Unaided, without an armor?"

"Yup."

"Show me."

"Okay! But, Bossman has to call Sara a good girl, first."

"You're a good-"

"Wait!" Delta cut Cid off before he could finish. A piece of her slime suit split off, forming a pair of hair ties, which Delta used to fix her hair in twin ponytails, which she draped in front of her shoulders. "Okay, ready."

"You're a good girl, Sara."

Delta's tail, already wagging back and forth in excitement, began wagging up and down as well, forming a circular motion. "Keep going, Bossman."

"You're a very good girl."

"Hm, yes." Alpha decided to join in. "You got the work we assigned you done not only fast, but correctly as well. A very good girl, indeed."

Delta's tail picked up speed.

"I don't think we could ask for a better girl, could we Alice?" Cid asked, with a smile that did funny things to Alpha's ovaries.

"Exactly what I was thinking, Cid," Alpha replied. "Truly, Sara is not only a good girl, but the goodest girl."

Delta's tail was wagging so hard that was as if a whirlwind was picking up in the corner of the hangar. Cid and Alpha's clothes were fluttering and flapping in wind, and small, loose objects were thrown about by buffeting gusts.

"No, Alice. Not just the goodest girl. The best girl."

"hwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNN~"

A strange sound came from Delta's throat, a moan, bark and whine all in one, starting low but rising in volume. Her eyes unfocused, a furious blush on her face, as she bent forward as if asking Cid to pat her head.

So he did.

And Delta's butt began rising into the air. And then her feet left the ground.

Delta's tail was wagging so fast that even with Alpha's dynamic vision, it was as if the therianthrope had four tails instead of just one, all blurring. The steady staccato beat of sonic booms buffeted Alpha's ears.

Her sister-wife rose higher and higher, until she was hovering well above Cid and Alpha's heads. Her keening whine petered out, and she looked down at the two.

"See? Delta can do it."

Cid's mouth flapped, but no sound came out. Alpha probably was doing the same thing.

"Alrighty! Sara's gonna go bother the dumb cat now. Thanks Bossman, thanks Bosslady!"

Delta tilted, and began flying back toward the entrance of the hangar. The steady beats of her tail-rotor faded into the distance.

Cid finally found his voice, and turned to Alpha. "Alpha, did you see-"

Alpha grabbed her fiance's cheeks before he could continue, and stared him in the eye. "That was clearly a hallucination brought about through lack of oxygen due to excessive kissing. However, additional experimentation shall be needed."

Cid stared back for a few seconds, before shrugging. "Let's experiment, then."

Eta would be mad for the two of them conducting experiments without her, but Alpha was sure she could placate the scientist.

...Later.