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Tifa Lockhart's Handsy Patron Final Fantasy 7 Fanction F/F

HappyTriangle

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This was first published on my DA page! If you want to reach me/ see my stories (some not uploaded here) along with incredible ARTWORK for this story done by BillVicious, please check out my Deviantart page!

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It was a late Autumn night in the slums of slums of Sector 7. The 7th Heaven was just closing up, the gorgeous Tifa Lockhart was looking over her now empty establishment, smiling to herself after a long, yet successful day. Sure there were a few rowdy patrons who made one to many comments on Tifa’s appearance and attire after a few drinks, but it wasn’t anything the strong minded and optimistic owner couldn’t laugh off.

Tifa heard the ringing of the bell as the door slowly swung open, as she focused on wiping off all the stains of the glass her rag was vigorously rubbing.

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid we’re closing up.” Tifa said in the sweetest voice she could muster for this new customer.

“Oh, are you sure? I was just coming for a drink.” Tifa was thrown off by this voice, not a young man or woman, but an elderly, old sheepish voice. Tifa looked up quickly out of instant curiosity to see a woman, perhaps a foot shorter than herself. Short curly white hair, an extremely wrinkly face with small squinted eyes behind glasses.

Tifa blinked a few times, this was not the type of customer who would normally come to The 7th Heaven. Tifa would have turned away almost any other customer, but this was such a short, innocent old woman that just gave this vibe that Tifa just wanted to hug and see what sort of stories she had gathered over the years.

“You know what? Put up a seat.” Tifa smiled, motioning for the woman to have a comfortable seat at the bar Tifa was occupying.

The woman smiled, “You are just the sweetest!” She playfully teased as she slowly made her way to the bar before pulling out a stool and practically climbing onto it, settling her brittle lanky body down onto the soft, cushioned seat.

“What will it be, Ma’am?” Tifa asked, leaning down on her elbows while looking into the old woman’s eyes. Tifa saw the squinted eyes begin to wander down South. Tifa soon realized that her position was giving the woman a full view of her cleavage. This was normally the position Tifa took as to perhaps entice male, and even some female customers to tip a little more than they normally would.

Tifa snapped up, her right arm covering her chest, while her left arm went to wrap around her midriff to cover her bare belly.

“M-My deepest apologies, Ma’am!” Tifa stammered, her face going red, “I didn’t mean to- It’s just m-my outfit is-!” Tifa’s apology was met with some light chuckling from the woman.

“Ohoho, my dear. You have nothing to be sorry for! I’m no prune, if you want to flaunt that’s fine by me! I’m not one to turn down such an intriguing view.” The woman smiled, “And please, call me Cherla.”

Tifa slowly lowered her arms, “Y-Yes, Cherla. I’m sorry for assuming you were uncomfortable. It’s just I don’t get many customers who are as…” Tifa struggled to find a word that wasn’t just ‘old.’ This was met by another chuckle.

“Oh you’re so sweet, deary. I know I’m not the young spring chicken I was years ago. But it doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy a nice Daiquiri.” She smiled.

“A Daiquiri! Coming right up!” Tifa said, eager to move the conversation along. So far she had unintentionally flaunted her cleavage and pointed out Cherla’s age. Her first impression with the woman wasn’t great. Thankfully this woman was quite polite, and Tifa knew she could bring this conversation back.

“So, what brings you to my bar?” Tifa asked, pulling out the glass cups, ice, and jiggers to begin creating Cherla’s drink.

“I heard there was bar, run by a beautiful young woman. I knew I had to see what all the fuss was about. And they didn’t exaggerate, you are really are stunning.” Cherla smiled, watching Tifa put her drink together.

Tifa blushed, “You flatter me, Ms. Cherla.” Tifa picked up the cocktail, and just as she was about to shake it Cherla lifted her hand, getting Tifa’s attention.

“Excuse me, Tifa. May I make a request?” Cherla asked politely.

“Of course.” Tifa smiled, “What would you like me to do?” Tifa was slightly curious as to what this woman wanted, Tifa knew she made the drink correctly. She had made it maybe hundreds of times.

“If it’s no trouble, could you lift the drink above your head while you shake it?” Cherla asked innocently. Although Tifa knew what she was really asking.

Tifa chuckled, “You think I haven’t heard that trick a million times?” Tifa playfully teased, “I wouldn’t have expected you to pull a little trick like that.” Tifa would have normally put up with kind of behavior from any male customers who tried to get her to bounce her well endowed chest for them. But something about the innocence of this old woman made the interaction feel more playful than sexual in nature.

Cherla smiled, “If you’re not comfortable with it, I understand, it’s just… It’s not often I saw a young woman with such plentiful features. I’m very intrigued.”
Tifa couldn’t believe this was happening, but she felt as if this woman’s intentions weren’t at all lewd in nature. Tifa got this vibe where she wanted to make this woman feel fulfilled and happy, and if bouncing her breasts did this, she was willing to do so.

“... This stays between you and me. Right?” Tifa asked, raising her eyebrows, then her arms above her head.

“Of course.” Cherla said with an innocent smile, as if she was keeping a childish secret rather than covering up the little performance Tifa was going to put on for her.

Tifa took a deep breath before beginning, her arms shaking the drink back and forth, mixing the drink.

Tifa felt her large chest begin to move, shimmying back and forth in full view on the woman’s eyes.

Tifa’s round, soft breasts began to sway back and forth with the movement of her arms. Each repeat of the rhythm giving them an extra wobble at each cycle.

Before Tifa’s breasts could jiggle back to their original stationary position, each rhythm forced them to move back and forth once more, keeping them in a constant motion.

Tifa’s sports bra helped them from completely sliding out of her top, but there was no denying just how much her well endowed bosom was moving for the entertainment of her customer.

“Oh my! Not only do you have a wonderful bosom, but your armpits are extremely cute!” Cherla commented, cooing towards the end.

“My… armpits?” Tifa asked, taking time to look back and forth at her exposed, smooth, clean armpits.

Tifa chuckled, “I’ve never really paid much attention to them outside of bathing. Are they really that nice?” Tifa might have gotten bored when it came to comments about her breasts, but this was the first time anybody had ever complimented her armpits!

“They are stupendous!” Cherla smiled, “I would just love to dig my little fingers in them and just tickle them!” She cooed and teased, tickling her air in front of her.

“Haha, alright, show is over.” Tifa smiled, letting the tickling comment go over her head. Ignoring the seemingly innocent comment. Tifa lowered her arms and poured the completed drink into a glass, before sliding it to Cherla.

Cherla looked at the drink and smiled, “Perfect!” She giggled, giving a small golf clap.
“If I’m honest, I was wondering if you could answer a question for me?” Cherla asked, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small pinch of what appeared to be some small seeds, dropping them into the drink and letting them disintegrate into the drink Tifa had concocted for her. “I’ve been experimenting with some seeds, and I think they greatly enhance the taste of drinks they are put in! Would you mind giving this drink a sip or two and letting me know if it’s good?”

Tifa looked curiously at the drink, seeing the seeds seemingly vanish in the liquid while listening to the odd request.

“Well, I suppose so…” Tifa said, grabbing the glass, swishing it around some before bringing the drink to her lips. Tifa wasn’t a fool, if any man or young woman had put something in a drink and offered it to her, she would know to be cautious. But this was a sweet old woman who had been nothing but kind, a little flirtatious, maybe. But that was likely just Cherla being playful, nothing to worry about.

As Tifa sipped on the drink, she immediately began feeling strange. Her mouth began to tingle slightly, then her belly… then her legs.

Tifa put the glass down at the bar in a very clumsy manner, spilling the drink some, “M-Ms. Cherla… What was… In… the…” Tifa collapsed, her eyes shutting as she drifted off in mere seconds…

Tifa slowly woke up, the ringing in her head slowly disapating as she began to get a god understanding of your surroundings. She was in the basement if The 7th Heaven, which wouldn’t be an issue, but it didn’t take Tifa a long time to find that her arms had been tied above her head in a rather tight and intricate knot against a pillar

“I’m sorry to trick you like this, dear.” Tifa heard the familiar voice of Cherla coming from behind her.

“Ch-Cherla!” Tifa said, trying to turn her head around to look at her captor, but the binds hold her arms and the thick pole prevented this from happening. “What are you doing?!” Tifa shrieked, frightened by her vourlnerability.

“I tied you up, I can’t have my fun with sexy body able to run free!” Cherla said in her kind, sweet old voice despite the circumstances.

“Cherla, please! This is innapropriate! I’m really not comfortable right now!” Tifa stammered, squirming in her bonds as Cherla began to slowly run her fingers through Tifa’s long dark hair.

“I have no plans to hurt you, Tifa. Just a little bit of innocent fun!” Cherla’s wrinkly hand emerged into Tifa’s vision from the side, before slowly vanishing out of Tifa’s eyesight when going under Tifa’s large chest. But Tifa could feel Cherla’s small boney hands place themselves onto her bare, soft midriff.

“Such a wonderful tummy! We’ll be sure to play with that later…” Cherla cooed as Tifa’s face blushed, biting her lip to hide the light tickling feeling of the fingers gliding up her sensitive belly.

“But before anything else, I’d love to get a handful!” Cherla said as Tifa squirmed, the woman’s hand slowly going up towards Tifa’s chest…

“A handful of what?” Tifa asked sheepishly and afraid, her face blushing as she looked down at her own chest, getting an eyeful of her own clevage.

“I think you have a bit of an idea…” Cherla cooed before her boney fingers wrapped around Tifa’s breasts and gently squeezed, pressing the massive heaps of flesh on Tifa’s chest up against the bartender’s slender body.

“AH~M-MS. CHERLA!” Tifa screeched, the humiliating yet arousing feeling of her breasts being squeezed with gentle, relaxed hand filled her body.

“Th-This is-! Stop this, please!” Tifa trembled, feeling not only vulnerable, but violated by there actions.

“Oh, but they’re so big and soft!” Cherla’s fingers began to lightly need the breasts, sending waves of energy through Tifa’s fun bags, causing her cleavage to jiggle, nearly hitting Tifa in her own chin as her bust was pressed up.

Before Tifa could protest further, Cherla let go, letting the breasts drop and jiggle before grabbing them once more, slightly more aggressive this time, causing Tifa to slightly wince as her soft breasts overflowed through Cherla’s small hands, pressing through the open areas between the elderly woman’s boney fingers.

Cherla slowly released Tifa’s breasts with a smile, “See? Was that so bad?”

“Please, Ms. Cherla, you’ve had your fun now please just let me go!” Tifa pleaded, pulling on her seemingly unbreakable bonds. Tifa then let out a high pitched squeak as she felt the bare left side of her belly get squeezed by the boney fingers that had just got done tormenting her chest

“Oh, but we haven’t gotten to the most fun part yet!” Cherla said chimperly, holding her hands in front of Tifa’s face and wiggling her fingers.

“That little comment about tickling those pretty little armpitties wasn’t just some hot air!” The woman’s fingers slowly began to creep closer to Tifa’s exposed armpits.

Tifa felt the color leave her face, “T-Tickle?!” Tifa looked at her armpits, they were completely exposed, unprotected. Tifa tried to pull her arms down, but the rope hardly budged. Tifa was ticklish. Beyond ticklish. Extremely ticklish, and she hated every second of being tickled. She would go for being fondled by a stranger than tickled without means to protect herself any day of the week.

“Cherla, please! Don’t tickle me!” Tifa begged, knowing that it was the only option left, “I hate being tickled! More than anything, PLEASE!” She said, her eyes full of fews as the fingers were mere inches away from her smooth, silky armpits.

“Kitchy… Kitchy… Koo!” Cherla’s boney fingers struck, digging into Tifa’s armpits, scribbling and tickling rapidly.

“No! Nonononno-AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! NAHAHAHHAHA! STOP! STOP! STOHOHOHOHOHOP!” Tifa screamed, thrashing her head around, her long black hair flowing intensly as her overly sensitive armpits were tickled by the unstoppable force of Cherla’s fingers.

“PLEASE! OHOHOHHO PLEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHO! IHIHIHHI HAHAHATE IHHIHIT!” Tifa cried, a large pearly white smile plastered on her face.

“Awww, but you’re laughing! You can’t be having a bad time if you’re laughing!” Cherla teased, only able to imagine how horrible the sensation for this poor bartender must be. Cherla knew that this was horrible for Tifa, but it was Tifa torment that added onto the excitement for her.

“IIHIHHI CAHAHA-IHIHIHI CAHAHHAN’T HEHEHHELP IHIHIHIT! IHIHIHHIT TIHIHHICKLES SOHOHHO BAHAHAHAD!” Tifa screamed, her legs kicking violently as she tried to wiggle her way out of her bonds.

“Oh I bet it does, and I bet you love how it makes you bounce!” Cherla teased, one of her hands leaving its armpit alone for once and cup Tifa’s left breast, feeling the jumping, bouncing girl’s heaving chest jiggle freely in her hand.

“Like fleshy jello! Isn’t this fun?” Cherla joked to Tifa.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHHO! IHIHIHIT’S HOHOHOHOHORRIHIHIHIBLE!” Tifa cried, her armpits now growing slightly sweaty, causing Cherla’s fingers to get more slippery, making the speed of her tickling that much more rapid.

“Okay, okay, I get it. No more armpit tickles…” Cherla said, finally ceasing her armpit assault and moving her hands away, further down.

“Oh… Thank you… Oh thank you…” Tifa said, her head dropping down and panting heavily.

“But this tummy needs some love!” Cherla said with a smile, her fingers digging into Tifa’s bare sides.

“NAHAHAHAHAHHA! AHAHAHHAH! HAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHHERE PLEHEHEASE NOOHOOHOHOT MIHIHIHIHIY BEHEHHELLY!” Tifa screamed, her body jumping back to life like an electric shock. Her belly was just as sensitive as her armpits, and Cherla was going to take full advantage of the soft patch of flesh that was Tifa’s midriff.

“Oh yes the belly! I can just feel how ticklish your tummy is! Kitchie kitchie koo! A tickle tickle tickle!” Cherla cooed her victim.

“STOHOHOHHOP IHIHIT! PLEHEHEHHEASE! DOHOHOHOHON’T TAHAHHALK LIHIHIHIKE THAHAHAT!” Tifa couldn’t stand tickle talk, it made it somehow even worse! Tifa knew she was tough, but getting degraded by tickle talk while being forced to laugh for this woman’s amusement was too much for her!

“Oh, what’s wrong? Don’t wanna hear Grandma’s wittle tickle talk on this pretty belly welly? Jiggle your boobie woobies? A coochie coochie coo!” Cherla cooed as if talking to a baby, driving Tifa crazy so quickly becoming her favorite past time.

“PLEHEHEEHEHHEASE! HEHEHHEHELP MEHEHEHE! SOHOHOHHOMEBODY!” Tifa cried, looking through her tear filled eyes towards the ceiling. Hoping somebody, ANYBODY would come to save her.

“Awww, looking for somebody to help?” Cherla tease, her fingers slowly spider-walking their way to the center of Tifa’s belly. “Maybe I’ll find somebody in your sexy little belly button!”

“N-NOHOHOHOHO! NO, DON’T!” Tifa pleaded, but her pleas were completely ignored by Cherla.

Cherla’s right index finger dug into Tifa’s deep, tight navel, the sweat on Tifa’s belly acting as a lubricant, making a light ‘squish’ sound as her finger entered Tifa’s navel.

“Hellooooo? Is anybody home?” Cherla sang as her left index finger twisted around in Tifa’s ticklish belly button, her right hand going back up to squeeze Tifa’s right breast, now covered in Tifa’s sweat and tears.

“STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAP!” Tifa cried, “IHIHIHHI’LL DOHOHO AHAHAHANYTHIHIHIING!” Tifa screamed, her throat getting sore from the constant laughter, screaming, and begging.

“That offer might be intriguing to other people, but not me, dear. Everything I could ever want from you I’m getting!” Cherla commented, her fingers pressing into the soft, warm flesh of Tifa’s bare belly.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE TTIHIHIHIHIS IHIHIHISN’T FUHUHHUN! THIHIHIS IHIHIHHIS TOHOHHORTUHUHUTUHUHURE! IHIHHI’LL GIHIHIHIHVE YOHOHOHOU MOHOHOHONEY! JUHUHUHST PLEHEHEHEEASE!” Tifa sobbed, the tears no longer from laughter, but horrible sensation that she was experiencing and the dread she felt of the never ending torture.

“I just LOVE tickling pretty girls like you!” Cherla said, before her tickling slowed down to a halt.

“But… I can tell when a girl is at her limit.” Cherla reached out and brushed some hair out of Tifa’s red, tearful face. For once, walking into Tifa’s field of vision right in front of her.

“You really want me to stop?” Cherla asked, her eyes full of care and genuine concern.

Tifa sniffled and nodded, to scared to say anything that could be twisted into a tease or some sort of tickling song.

Cherla nodded and grabbed a stepping stool from around the basement, putting it in front of Tifa and walking up it, untying Tifa from the pillar that had been used to torment her.

Tifa’s weakened, quiver body flopped to the ground. Tifa probably would have smacked the teeth out of Cherla’s mouth as revenge for putting her through something so horrible. But she was just too exhausted to do anything.

Cherla smiled, “Thank you for the fun, dear. This is for you.” Cherla walked back behind the pillar and pulled out a large clear bag, full of GP, plopping it down in front of Tifa.

“Just a little something for letting me have such a fun time at your expense.” Cherla winked, before turning around and walking up the creaky wooden staircase out of the basement, and disappearing into the streets of Sector 7.

Tifa in the meantime just lay there on the floor, her armpits and belly red from the constant tickling she had experienced. Tifa wrapped her arms around the large bag of GP Cherla had left for her, using it as a pillow as she slowly drifted off to sleep. Getting a much needed nap after her exhausting experience.
 
Tifas big boobs + tickling is always a win 😀
Im definitely checking out your deviantart page 🙂
 
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