The Cock and Cow Inn

BY : JusticeForAll
Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Crossovers
Dragon prints: 11725
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy, Persona 5, Soul Calibur, or their characters. I make no money on this story.

Tifa Lockhart sighed as she came to a stop, the scorching heat almost too much to bear. The path in front of her seemed to stretch on forever. She looked around, hoping for someone, anyone, to catch her eye.

Nothing.

She had been separated from her party. Their search for their friend had led them to enter Sleeping Forest, despite the warnings from the residents of Bone Village. They had shouted something about needing an item known as a 'Lunar Harp', but Cloud was much too stubborn to listen, and had bolted straight into the trees. Tifa and the rest had stupidly followed after him, and that's how she found herself here, in the middle of nowhere.

She had no choice but to continue forward, but the Sun was doing everything in its power to stop her. She pinched her tight, leather skirt with her thumb and index finger, peeling it from her sweaty thighs. How she wished she was back at her bar with a cool drink in her hand.

Then something caught her eye. It was a building on the side of the path, only a few yards ahead. Was she hallucinating? She continued trudging slowly forward, the heat making it impossible to run.

She stopped in front of the wooden door and reached out a hand to confirm its existence. It was real. She squinted up at the sign, holding a gloved hand up to block the Sunlight. There was a picture of a cockerel and a cow, and, of course, the name of the place was 'The Cock and the Cow Inn.'

Tifa sighed happily. She hadn't found her friends, but she had found the next best thing. Perhaps they were inside, waiting for her?

She stepped through the door, a bell announcing her arrival. She was taken back for a moment when her eyes were greeted by an enormous pair of breasts stuffed inside a tight shirt. It wasn't often Tifa met someone with breasts to rival her own. Despite the fact she was straight, even she couldn't help herself becoming flustered. She quickly reverted her vision to the woman's bespectacled face. She was smiling and Tifa returned it with her own.

"Welcome," she said. "Nice day, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Tifa said, grinning awkwardly, wiping the sweat from her forehead, "a bit too nice."

"Would you like a room?"

Tifa hoped she wouldn't have to stay the night. "Have you had any other customers, today?" She asked.

"No, you're our first ever!" She said beaming.

"First... ever?" Tifa repeated, finding it hard to believe.

"Yes," she nodded, ruffling her long brown hair. "My husband and I opened the inn, not too long ago."

"Well, I'm honoured," Tifa smiled.

Footsteps from the stairs behind the innkeeper halted their conversation. A handsome young man appeared. His hair was the same colour as the woman's, though his was medium length. He had striking red eyes, that caused Tifa's heart to flutter.

He walked to stand at the side of the woman, placing an arm around her shoulder.

"Is this an actual customer?" He asked with a smile.

"Yes," she replied, before turning back to Tifa. "This is my husband, Surge Everleigh."

Tifa was shocked. She seemed much more mature than he did. He had to be in his late teens, while she was, perhaps, early thirties? His whole frame would vanish between those enormous boobs. She bet he had a ball playing with those things, like a day at the park.

But Tifa wasn't one to judge.

"I'm Beatrice Everleigh," she added. She had a classy name and a classy accent, but those breasts told a different story.

"Tifa," she replied. "I've actually been looking for my friends. We got separated."

"Oh, you poor thing," Beatrice said. "Don't worry. We'll look after you. Would you like a drink and something to eat?"

"Yes, please," Tifa said with a smile, her hand dissapearing into her pocket to retrieve a couple hundred gil. "Is this enough?"

Beatrice took the money and frowned. "Yes, whatever," she said dismissevely.

It was Tifa's turn to frown. What a strange response, she thought, as she went to take a seat at a nearby table, Surge's eyes following her the whole time.

Surge was liking the look of the new guest. The white tank top and tight leather skirt hugged her busty, yet, athletic figure. She displayed her tight navel and muscled legs, proudly, just like his wife made no attempt to hide her bust.

"Enjoying the view?" Beatrice said, under breath, scowling at him.

"Yeah," he replied honestly. "So are you, though. Don't lie."

She grinned, confirming his words. "She must be a seasoned traveler, going by that figure." She showed him the money that Tifa had handed her. "What do you think of this?"

"Never seen money like that, before," he said, shrugging. "We're not doing this for the money, anyway."

Tifa glanced at them.

"Ah, your meal!" Beatrice said in a fluster. "Coming right up!"

She disappeared into the kitchen and Surge followed.

As Beatrice started preparing something, Surge stood with a grin the whole time.

"Our first victim," he said.

"Be patient," Beatrice replied, stirring a pot. "She'll be ours by the end of the day."

Half an hour later and Tifa was stuffing her face. She hadn't realised how hungry she was until the food had been placed in front of her.

"Plenty of protein," Beatrice had said. "You've got to keep that muscle mass up! She's putting you to shame," she said to Surge.

Surge had yanked up the bottom of his shirt in response, revealing a six-pack. Tifa stole a glance, biting her lip at the reveal.

Once her belly was stuffed, she peered out of the window. There was an orange glow bathing the forest. Her friends hadn't shown up. It would be silly to go out looking for them at this hour. It looked like she was staying the night, not that she would be getting much sleep.

Firstly, however, she wanted to shower. After today's treck, she felt sticky and gross. She walked back over to the counter where Surge and Beatrice stood. She felt kind of sorry for them. Clearly, business wasn't going well, but that's what happens when you stick your inn inside an enchanted forest.

"Hey, I think I'm gonna have a shower and then go to bed," she said.

"I'll join you," Surge replied as he started towards the stairs.

"E-excuse me?" Tifa stuttered, unsure if she had hard right.

"I mean I'll show you where it is," he said with a light laugh.

Tifa laughed, as well, but she was starting to become quite wary of this boy. She followed him as he ascended the stairs. He passed several doors before stopping at one.

"This is the one," he said.

"Thanks," she replied, moving past him to enter.

"Enjoy," he said as she shut the door.

She made sure to lock the door. The way he was looking at her made her think he was going to peep. Then again, he had a beautiful wife that was even more stacked than she was, so maybe it was harsh to think that. He must've felt that all his birthdays had come at once, being in a house with two women that looked like they did.

She quietly cursed to herself for her arrogance and got to work undressing. He was a good-looking boy, though. She could definitely see the appeal of a younger man. Or any man, come to think of it. Cloud only had eyes for Aerith, these days, and she hadn't been with a man since before Cloud had come back into her life.

Her clothes a puddle at her feet, her sticky body savored the coolness of the bathroom. She stepped into the shower, turned it on, and sighed as the sweat and dirt that stained her perfect body was washed away.

Surge returned to his wife's side.

"I'm surprised you really didn't join her," she said.

"And cheat on my wife?" He smirked, taking his hand through her long hazel locks. He dunked his other hand into her cleavage, squeezing the sizable flesh in his hand. She got the picture, placing her own hand on his crotch.

"We'll have sex, later, and she'll be begging to join us."

"I can't wait."

"Me either."

The couple began to laugh evilly, in unison, but then Beatrice's horns began protruding from her head.

"Oh, shit, your horns are showing," Surge said suddenly, as he placed his hands over them.

"Sorry," she smirked. It always happened whenever she got a little too excited.

Tifa sighed as she stepped out of the shower. Even though the door had been locked, she had still been a little paranoid that Surge had been spying on her somehow. She dried herself and got dressed.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, she was surprised to see Beatrice and Surge standing there. Tifa was still amazed by the size of her bust.

"We'll show you to your room," Beatrice smiled.

And she did. It was a simple room, with a single bed in the middle (silk pajamas piled on top), two bedside tables topped with lamps on each side, and red curtains. Nice and plain, nothing too fancy. Just the way Tifa liked it.

"We hope you have a good nights rest," Beatrice smiled again. "We will also be retiring to bed." And she closed the door.

Unlikely, Tifa thought, sighing. She was worried about her comrades, especially Aerith.

She put the pajamas on, relieved to be wearing something fresh and clean, though it sruggled to contain her breasts. She climbed into bed, marveling at the softness of it. Hopefully, she would wake up tomorrow and be greeted by her friends. Despite her troublesome thoughts, she managed to drop off.

***

"Mmm, Cloud."

"You like that, huh?"

"Yes, more, more!"

"Oh, fuck, Beatrice!"

"Beatrice?"

Tifa's eyes shot open. Her vision blurred and her mind hazy, she sat up. For some reason, she had had a dirty dream about Cloud. She could still hear the moans as she flicked on the bedside lamp, stinging her sore eyes. But as her dream-like haze dissipated, she realised the moans were real and they were coming from outside her bedroom door.

"Wait a minute," Tifa mouthed, her brow furrowing. She listened intently.

"Oh, yeah! Fuck me, Surge!" A male grunt followed every scream.

They were having sex even though they had a guest? What poor manners, Tifa thought.

She sat on her bed, biting her lip, unsure what to do. It would be so awkward if she went up to them and asked them to keep it down, but there was no way she could get back to sleep with that going on. But with how loud they were being, it was like they wanted her to hear. But why?

Tifa was already hot and bothered because of her dream. She wondered if it was this that had triggered it.

Beatrice sounded like she was having the fuck of her life, and Surge's growls were really beginning to make her nipples harden. She took one between her fingers as she imagined the handsome young boy railing the voluptuous woman who was much too old for him. It had been a long time since anyone had railed her.

Tifa slammed her fist onto the bed, her blood boiling. She was tired and horny. She had to tell them to shut up.

She got to her feet and stomped over to the door, opening it with force. The noise was coming from the room at the end of the hall. As she drew closer, she eventually noticed that the door wasn't even closed properly. She was now convinced that they had wanted her to hear.

Whatever sick game they were playing, she was going to give them a piece of her mind... but not before having a peek.

Beatrice was on all fours on the bed, her huge ass in the air and equally enormous tits on the bed. Surge was fucking her from behind, his hips thrusting with abandon. He retracted his cock from her, only to slap it playfully against her bloated butt cheek.

Tifa's eyes traced every painful inch. So that's what she saw in him. It had to be nine or ten inches, much larger than the average penis.

So much for just having a peek. Tifa had been stood for a full minute watching the two go at. It was a beautiful sight. Beatrice's body was large in all the right places, and Surge was toned and lithe with a huge dick.

As much as Tifa was enjoying the sight, she had to say something, so she could go back to her room to sleep... and masturbate.
Just as her knuckles were about to come into contact with the door, something was said.

"C'mon, louder!" Surge grunted, his hand whipping against her jiggling rump. "She hasn't heard you!"

"Maybe she doesn't want to join us!" She moaned. "I blame you!"

Surge spanked her again, with increased venom.

Tifa gulped. Her earlier suspicion had been proven correct: they had wanted her to hear.

She hesitated, contemplating what to do. Go back to her room and attempt to get some sleep, forgetting about what had just transpired, or make her presence known and have a hot night of sex?



You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story