Futanari Fanfic: Tifa Lockhart x Aerith Gainsborough9 min read

Two stunning shemale bombshells, it’s : “Futanari Fanfic: Tifa Lockhart x Aerith Gainsborough”. One flower shop. Zero self-control. When Tifa walks into Aerith’s closed shop after hours, she’s not there for petals—she’s there to get wrecked. What starts with teasing glances and grinding bulges quickly explodes into a filthy, three-part cockfest that’s all spit, sweat, and shameless submission. No toys. No filters. Just two gorgeous women with thick, leaking cocks using each other like they’ve waited their whole lives for this. From deepthroat to raw dog domination, from table fucks to throat-flooding climaxes, this is pure, unapologetic shemale-on-shemale lust, delivered with aggressive passion and zero fluff. It’s wet, wild, and relentlessly explicit. If you’ve been craving hardcore futa-style heat—but with a fully shemale twist—this one’s for you. Just make sure you’ve got both hands free.

Part 1 – First Taste

The lights in Aerith’s flower shop had long since dimmed, but the air still clung to heat. The smell of lilies lingered—sweet, floral—but beneath it was something stronger. Musky. Sexual.

Tifa stood by the counter, arms folded, lip caught between her teeth. Her cock throbbed beneath sheer panties, thick and heavy, the outline impossible to ignore. Aerith stepped up behind her, silent, confident. Her own cock pressed stiff against Tifa’s ass, making them both breathe harder.

“You’re tense,” Aerith murmured, voice low and dripping with promise.

“Too many fights,” Tifa muttered. “Too many nights thinking about this.”

Aerith didn’t say a word. She spun her around and crushed their mouths together—slow at first, then hungrier, hotter. Their hard cocks rubbed through thin fabric, twitching, leaking, desperate for friction. Tifa moaned into Aerith’s mouth, her grip tightening on her hips.

“Sit,” Aerith commanded.

Tifa sat on the edge of the wooden table without a word. Flower petals drifted down, sticking to her thighs and the obscene bulge tenting her panties.

Aerith dropped to her knees between them, eyes locked on the swollen shape.

“Goddamn, you’re already soaking through,” she growled.

Tifa hissed through her teeth as Aerith’s fingers brushed her inner thighs, teasing, grazing. When she pulled the panties aside, Tifa’s cock slapped up against her belly—thick, veined, drooling precum like it needed release now.

Aerith smirked. “Such a fucking tease.”

She leaned in and ran her tongue over the head—slow, savoring the taste. Tifa’s hips bucked.

“Don’t stop,” she breathed.

Aerith didn’t. She took the tip into her mouth, then more. Deeper. Her lips slid down the shaft like she’d trained for this. Tifa moaned—loud and low—as that warm throat welcomed her.

Aerith bobbed her head, tongue swirling while her hand pumped the base. Her other hand massaged Tifa’s balls, rolling them with just enough pressure to make her squirm.

“Shit… fuck… Aerith…”

The shop filled with the wet sounds of cock worship—slurps, moans, the slick pop of her mouth working up and down a shaft too big for decency.

Tifa’s legs tensed.

“I’m close—”

Aerith grabbed her ass and pulled her deeper into her throat just as Tifa exploded. Hot, thick cum flooded her mouth in heavy spurts. She didn’t stop. She drank it down, letting it drip from her lips, messy and raw.

Then she stood, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and kissed Tifa—deep, shameless, tongue still slick with cum.

“You fucking needed that,” she whispered.

Tifa, breathless, still rock hard, smiled like sin.

“I’m not done.”

Part 2 – Cock to Cock

Tifa hadn’t even caught her breath when Aerith slid onto the table, straddling her lap with slow, grinding control. Their cocks kissed through damp fabric—two thick, leaking shafts pressed head to head, hot and greedy.

“You said you needed more,” Aerith purred, voice slick like sin. “So take it.”

She grabbed Tifa’s wrist and guided her hand up under her dress. No panties. Just a pulsing, bare cock throbbing against her skin, already smearing precum across Tifa’s palm.

Tifa’s eyes burned. “You planned all of this.”

Aerith grinded forward, mashing their dicks together, precum mixing through thin cloth. “Of course I did. I’ve seen the way you stare at my mouth like you want to fuck it.”

Tifa growled, grabbing her shaft—warm, thick, and begging to be used. She started stroking, slow and deliberate, watching Aerith twitch under her touch.

“Harder,” Aerith hissed, her voice now feral. “Make me cum from your fucking grip.”

Tifa pumped faster, jerking her with tight, brutal strokes while biting her neck, her collarbone, sucking bruises into her flushed skin. Aerith clung to her like a beast in heat, her nails clawing into Tifa’s shoulders.

“I want you to ruin me,” she gasped.

Tifa didn’t hesitate.

She stood and slammed Aerith down flat on the flower table, spreading her legs wide, letting her cock hang heavy over the edge. Petals clung to sweaty skin as Tifa dropped between her thighs and stared at that perfect, drooling shaft.

She opened wide and devoured it.

Aerith moaned—sharp, unfiltered—as Tifa took her deep, gagging, but loving every inch. Her tongue slid under the shaft, over the tip, around the ridge, while her lips worked the length like a woman possessed. She wanted that cum. Needed it.

Aerith bit her knuckle, legs shaking.

Tifa kept sucking, choking, moaning around the cock stuffing her throat, one hand massaging her balls while the other jerked the base with hungry rhythm.

The sounds in the shop were pure filth—slurps, wet gags, skin against skin, the desperate rasp of two girls made for sin.

Aerith’s climax hit like a gunshot.

Thick, hot cum flooded Tifa’s mouth in waves. She swallowed the first two—messy, noisy—then let the third paint her tongue before licking it clean off the shaft. Strings of spit and semen connected her lips to the tip as she pulled back, panting.

Then she climbed up, grabbed Aerith’s face, and kissed her hard—full mouth, full tongue, nothing shy.

“You taste better than anything I’ve ever served behind a bar,” she whispered against her lips.

Aerith was breathless, glowing, dazed. “Next time… I’m tying your filthy ass up in the backroom.”

Tifa’s cock twitched between them. Her grin was feral.

“Fucking promise.”

Part 3 – Final Round

Tifa hadn’t even caught her breath when Aerith reached under the counter and pulled out a black leather harness—
but she wasn’t strapping on a toy.

She was tightening it around her waist.
Just for the show.
Her cock didn’t need help. It was real. Thick. Veiny. Mean.

“No more teasing,” Aerith growled, precum dripping from her tip. “Let’s see if the big fighter can take a real cock.”

Tifa smirked, lips swollen from kisses, her own shaft slapping against her thigh—still painfully hard from the last round.
“Make me your filthy little whore.”

That was all Aerith needed.

She grabbed Tifa, spun her into the wall of the stockroom, and yanked down her soaked panties—strings of fluid clinging to her cock, thighs, everything.

Then, one brutal thrust.

No warning. No mercy. Just raw cock buried deep between her cheeks, balls slapping hard as Aerith bottomed out.

The sound was obscene. Wet, loud, echoing.

Tifa cried out, her hands bracing against the wall.
“F-fuck—”

“You love it, don’t you?” Aerith snarled in her ear, slamming into her again and again. “Getting used. Getting broken. Just a cock-hungry bitch with no self-control.”

“Fuck yes… ruin me, Aerith… break me…”

Aerith’s hips didn’t stop. Her balls clapped against Tifa’s ass with every thrust, the sound lewd and addictive. Tifa’s cock bounced with every movement, untouched but twitching, dripping precum onto the floor like she was about to cum from getting fucked alone.

“You’re leaking like a damn cum-slut,” Aerith spat. “You gonna shoot just from getting stuffed?”

Tifa couldn’t form words—she just moaned, loud and shameless.

And then it hit.

Her cock jerked and unleashed, thick ropes shooting across the wall and floor while Aerith kept pounding her ass without a pause. Her whole body trembled, her legs nearly gave out—but Aerith held her up.

Then she grabbed her hair, spat on her back, and started jackhammering.

“Take it. Every inch. You’re mine.”

Tifa sobbed, raw from overstimulation, clawing at the shelves for support. Her cock throbbed again, already building for more.

“Please—fuck—wreck me—use me—split me open!”

Aerith didn’t even blink. She yanked her around and threw her onto the packing table, legs spread wide, cock still twitching, hole red and stretched. Then she slammed back in, hard and messy.

Her hand wrapped around Tifa’s cock—tight, rough—jerking it like a tool while her own cock pounded her ass, deeper, faster, brutal.

“You’re nothing but my personal cum dump now,” Aerith growled, forehead against hers. “Mine to fuck. Mine to milk.”

Tifa screamed again—another orgasm exploding from her, cum launching all over her chest, her belly, her throat. Aerith followed, slamming deep and unloading everything inside her ass, hot and violent.

They collapsed into each other—sweaty, filthy, cum-streaked.

Aerith kissed her, slow, messy, tongue still tasting her own seed.

“Still think you’re the tough one?” she whispered.

Tifa laughed through her wrecked voice.
“Not without limping.”

Aerith grinned, stroking her still-hard cock with two lazy fingers as thick white fluid leaked out of Tifa’s ruined hole.

“Good girl.”

Tifa lay there, wrecked, dripping, every muscle twitching with the aftershocks of what Aerith had just done to her. Two cocks, two bodies, one savage release after another — and not a drop of guilt between them. The flower shop reeked of sex and sweat, petals crushed beneath their tangled limbs like silent witnesses to the chaos. Aerith lit a cigarette she didn’t need, still stroking her cock lazily, cum smeared across her thighs. “No one fucks like you,” she muttered. Tifa chuckled, voice hoarse. “No one dares to.” They didn’t need love. They needed this. And they’d do it again. Soon.