A/N: Well, some people on AO3 did ask for a sequel or continuation, but nobody asked for this. If the original chapter was messed up, this one is even more so. Idek. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Somehow this seems to be developing into an entire AU. There ended up being quite a lot of tentacle-related prompts on the kink meme, actually, and since the first one was such fun, I contemplated writing some of the other prompts too. But, because I am too lazy to come up with settings for each one individually, I started trying to thread them together into different points within the same AU timeline.

I don't know how many I'll actually do, but for now here's one more addition to what has become the Kink Meme inspired tentacle 'verse.

Prompt: Jenova has weird alien biology, and Cloud is a good little puppet who would make the perfect incubator for her eggs. Sephiroth watches and gets off on Cloud being used like that (perhaps he even takes part himself).

Warnings: tentacles, oviposition, belly bulging, etc.

No Clouds were harmed in the making of this fic.

Cloud readjusted his goggles against the icy wind. Even though the path was freezing and beyond treacherous, Cloud loved the freedom of riding up the edge of the Northern Crater. It was one of the few times his head felt clear.

His life before coming back to Sephiroth and Jenova was hazy in his memories, like a fever dream he couldn't quite remember but that sat unsettlingly heavy in his heart. The fragments he could recall were always tainted mako green. The sensation of glass beneath his pounding fists, trapped, suffocating. People on the other side who came and went, and then the black-robed figure who stopped and looked at Cloud like he finally saw him.

When Cloud had eventually come to, he had been on the edge of Gaea's Cliff. Sephiroth had found him there and brought him home.

It was mako poisoning, they said – made sense. That was the reason everything in his head was so messed up. Was still messed up; even though it had been months, Cloud's memory was unreliable. There were moments where his thoughts clouded and his ears started ringing.

It wasn't too bad when he was at the Northern Crater; being there with Sephiroth and Jenova kept him grounded. But he needed to eat, as did Sephiroth, and someone had to do the supply runs. Cloud didn't mind doing that much. Sephiroth had acquired a bike and all the parts Cloud needed, and Cloud had souped it up into a beast of a machine. The run between the Northern Crater and Icicle Inn was like second nature to him now, and it was the only other thing left that really made him feel truly like himself again. The biting cold, the spray of snow, the exhilaration of the sheer path through the cliffs; he felt free, alive.

He didn't go much further out than that, though; didn't need to. He stayed at their house at Icicle Inn. It used to belong to ShinRa as some kind of research outpost, and Cloud had found some old equipment and videos in there. To say they had no love for ShinRa was an understatement, so Cloud felt no remorse in taking over ShinRa's facilities and throwing out their property.

Sephiroth would join him at Icicle Inn sometimes, as if it was a weekend getaway for just the two of them. Cloud liked that. Jenova favoured Sephiroth, undoubtedly, but Sephiroth had a soft spot for Cloud.

The snow turned to rock beneath the bike's wheels as Cloud entered the Crater proper. They had made their home in the centre, the deepest recesses where mako warmed the caverns and lit the way. Jenova basked in the mako fountain that flowed there, drawing energy from the Lifestream. For Sephiroth and Cloud there were underground streams and waterfalls, supplying them with water and somewhere to bathe.

Cloud slowed, bringing the bike to a halt in a small side cavern outside of their main living area. Something felt… off. Cloud couldn't speak directly to Jenova in her own language the way Sephiroth could, but they were connected enough that he could understand the feelings and meanings and intentions she conveyed.

And at that moment, Jenova was broadcasting pain-sorrow-suffer-rage.

She was in the central chamber, on the stone pedestal beside the fountain. Jenova could sit there for days on end, tentacles trailed into the mako. Feeding, watching, waiting. Although she was still there now, her tentacles were only writhing and winding around each other in seething agitation instead.

Sephiroth's expression was grim, but resigned. "We lost another clone."

"Oh," Cloud said, an answering burst of sorrow welling in his heart. A brother or sister that he had never met… and never would, now.

Jenova did not take kindly to the loss of her children. First ShinRa had wounded her – she had tentacles missing, just a few, but they remained as shortened stumps amongst the others. She could have regrown them or shifted her shape to adapt, but instead kept them that way as a reminder. ShinRa had created tainted creatures and half-breeds using her flesh. And when they finally succeeded – when they created the clones that Jenova could reach, control, and accepted as her own – then they started hunting down and killing her new children, just as Jenova called them to her.

No wonder she was seething.

Beneath the rage, though, there was something else. Fear. Every instinct Jenova had said infect-increase-multiply-conquer – losing her cells, her children, was something she couldn't abide.

Cloud approached the mako fountain, sinking to his knees and leaning his forehead against Jenova's tentacles. Offering what little comfort he could.

Oddly, she seemed to calm at Cloud's presence. The rage and suffering eased, but that instinct (increase-multiply) only grew more insistent in Cloud's mind. Tentacles looped around his wrist, another cupping Cloud's face like he was a cherished, useful thing. She rose up and glided towards him, leaving the fountain fully.

Cloud leaned back and found himself falling against Sephiroth's chest, the man holding him in a loose embrace. Sephiroth gave a low chuckle. "Do you really think that would work?" His tone suggested whatever he was referencing to most decidedly would not.

Cloud's eyebrows furrowed. "What would work now?" He'd only been trying to convey his sympathies…

Only Sephiroth wasn't talking to Cloud, but to Jenova. Even more insistently the message came; increase-multiply-proliferate-procreate.

Oh. Cloud's subconscious – the part of his mind that was tied intimately to Jenova – understood immediately. His face flushed, even though his conscious thoughts were still scrambling to catch up.

"Cloud. Puppet," Sephiroth said softly, suggestively, his breath ghosting against Cloud's ear. The note of want beginning to build in his voice was clear; he might not think it would work, whatever Jenova intended, but it was something that would be hot as hell to try anyway. To use Cloud like that.

Cloud shivered. He wasn't exactly sure what procreation entailed or how it involved him, but… he wanted to do anything he could to please them. He was theirs.

Jenova and Sephiroth moved together with their unnerving synchronicity now, a singular goal in mind. They took Cloud away from the fountain and into territory that was safer for their precious puppet. Further across the floor was a sprawl of blankets and cushions; it was usually used by Sephiroth and Cloud, as Jenova had no real use for such human comforts on the rare occasions she joined them, but it would serve well enough now.

Cloud was half expecting them to lay him out, but Jenova took his weight instead. Her tentacles offered far more support and comfort than a few blankets anyway. Sephiroth leaned back against the pile of pillows, letting Cloud's head rest against his shoulder. Cloud turned and nuzzled against Sephiroth's neck, sighing happily as tentacles stripped him.

Sephiroth tilted Cloud's head back and kissed him thoroughly. The tentacles wound around Cloud as more of his flesh was bared, spreading him out and holding him securely.

Cloud moaned quietly, his cock quickly beginning to fill out. He loved the sensation of it, the tightness. The thrill of being exposed and bound and helpless. And he knew from experience just how good they could make him feel.

Something wrapped around Cloud's cock – not a tentacle, this time, but Sephiroth's fingers, slowly pumping him to full hardness. His other hand trailed over Cloud's hip in a possessive caress.

Driven and impatient, Jenova got right to work. The tip of one tentacle stroked against Cloud's entrance, spreading its slickness there. (That was something that was unique to Jenova, Cloud had discovered. As well as being a useful natural lubricant, it seemed to induce some degree of painkilling and aphrodisiac effect.) Cloud gasped against Sephiroth's lips as that slim tentacle tip abruptly penetrated him, followed quickly by another.

He made a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a laugh. "A little foreplay can be pretty fun too, y'know," Cloud suggested.

Sephiroth chuckled beside him. "Mother is single-minded, and she has a goal in sight. However, I will do my best to provide for your needs."

Cloud shot a lopsided smile at him, kissing Sephiroth's lips again. "Wasn't a serious complaint, but thanks."

"Oh, I know. We all know how you like it rough." Despite those words, and despite the heat and desire in the look Sephiroth gave Cloud, he made good on his word. While Jenova prepped Cloud to the bare minimum, Sephiroth kept him preoccupied with little nips and lovebites against Cloud's throat, hands roaming over his chest and stomach, rolling Cloud's nipples between his fingers until Cloud arched against him.

Even that couldn't distract Cloud completely, not when one of those tentacles sank deep into him.

"A-aahh!" It… it wasn't stopping, sinking in even deeper than usual, and a whimper burst from Cloud's lips. So deep that it might even have been uncomfortable, but that anaesthetic effect stopped it from being any more than a fleeting discomfort. Instead it just left Cloud feeling stretched to his limit, panting for breath, his face flushed and eyes glazed and cock aching. "Why… is she…?"

Jenova was the one to answer, even though Cloud could only pick up her meaning through feeling and vague images. Still clear enough. Deep-ready-prepare-fill. A picture of it flooded Cloud's mind; of his stomach swollen, filled with—with eggs, Jenova's eggs, laid inside of him.

Cloud moaned. That was fucked up. Oh, gods, that was beyond fucked up. On so many levels. He squirmed, face red just at the idea of it. They wanted to use him as… as some kind of human incubator. He should have felt disgusted, humiliated, used. And he did; but he also got off on those exact same feelings. Cloud knew himself well enough – and Sephiroth and Jenova knew him well enough – to know how much that kind of filthy, fucked up thing turned him on.

Sephiroth smirked. "Good boy," he murmured. He could get into Cloud's head just as surely as Jenova's could, and he knew the exact moment Cloud realised what was happening. His horrified realisation, and then his squirming, aroused acceptance. Cloud really was such a good puppet.

Pleased with Cloud's understanding of his role, Jenova grew more affectionate, in her own way of showing affection. She indulged in their overly human desire for pleasure for the sake of pleasure; a tentacle wrapped around Cloud's flushed erection, and more slid across his chest to toy with his nipples. Yet another pressed against Cloud's lips, filling Cloud's mouth the moment he tilted his head back and parted his lips to let it in.

"Nngh," Cloud breathed, rolling his hips involuntarily in response. The pressure around his cock, tight and pulsing, made it all too easy to forget his trepidation.

The tentacle inside him moved slowly, not so much thrusting as just roiling and flexing, stroking Cloud from the inside. So fucking deep inside. Then it gradually withdrew, making way for what was to come.

Cloud could sense the electric anticipation – Jenova with her yes-good-multiply-increase-ready, and Sephiroth practically purring at the filthy sight Cloud made like that, ready to be filled and defiled. It was infectious, and Cloud found himself shivering as the combined waves of lust washed through him. It should have been horrifying and humiliating as hell, but… fuck, he was so turned on by the idea. He wanted it.

The tentacles holding him shifted, spreading Cloud open even further. The one in his mouth pushed insistently further in, until Cloud was practically deep throating it, suckling on the thick length.

"You don't know how good you look like this," Sephiroth said, his voice low and rough and dripping with arousal. He smirked, fingertips ghosting across Cloud's stomach. "You'll look even better once you're all filled up here like a good little breeder."

Cloud's cock bucked and he moaned emphatically around the tentacle in his mouth. He didn't have much time to contemplate Sephiroth's dirty talk – probably just as well, because he'd been closer to coming from those words alone than he cared to admit.

His attention was caught by another tentacle. This one seemed different; specialised. It was shorter, a little thicker. The flesh was almost translucent, stretched across a hollow interior filled with globe-like eggs, each just a little smaller than a materia. The sight of it made Cloud's breath catch in his throat.

The blunt end of it pressed insistently against Cloud's entrance; Cloud moaned as it breached him, immediately burrowing in deep. He felt as it started to move. Not the tentacle itself, but the things inside it. It pulsed inside of Cloud, those eggs immediately starting to pump out into him, and Cloud's eyes rolled back.

He trembled. There were—there were a lot, and it wasn't stopping. The tentacle alone was large enough to have Cloud feeling blissfully stretched out and full; with the eggs as well it was too much.

The firm, round globes bulged against the sides of the tentacle as they moved through it, rubbing inside of Cloud as well. More and more pumping into him, the fullness beginning to grow almost unbearable.

Cloud gave a choked, desperate sob around the tentacle in his mouth. If he'd been able to speak he would have been begging for sure. Sephiroth murmured filthy encouragements in his ear, hands running soothingly up and down Cloud's heaving sides. With a broken half-laugh, Cloud concluded this was probably exactly what he deserved for being such needy size queen in all the other times he'd been intimate with Jenova.

The tentacle slowly withdrew, filling the space it left with more eggs, until it had nothing left to give. The tentacle in Cloud's mouth slid free as well, which he was more than grateful for. His breath was coming in heaving, strained gasps, and Cloud slumped limply in Jenova's grip.

He moaned. He felt full enough to burst, his body too heavy and exhausted to move at all.

"Did you think we were done, Cloud?"

Cloud cracked open an eye. "Wh-what?" he croaked.

"You have the eggs inside you, but they have yet to be fertilised." Sephiroth's hand came to rest on Cloud's stomach, which was unfortunate because Cloud was trying really, really hard not to look or feel or think about that. Sephiroth's touch forced him to.

Cloud gave a quiet whimper. His stomach wasn't as obscenely swollen as he'd feared, but there was a definite, visible curve to it. So full. And the way Sephiroth was caressing it, purposefully firm enough to jostle the eggs inside him and make them press against Cloud in a way that was a strange mixture of weird and uncomfortable and kind of good.

It was hard to keep his voice even and not groan. "What do you mean?" Cloud asked.

His answer came in the form of Sephiroth's cock nudging against Cloud's already slick, abused ass. He penetrated Cloud easily, and Cloud tensed and cried out.

"Sephiroth!" There were already… so many eggs in there, oh gods, there wasn't room for anything else, Sephiroth couldn't…

The tentacles shifted Cloud a little more upright, a better position for Sephiroth to fuck him. Which was exactly what Sephiroth did. And Cloud—Cloud was already too turned on, too full, body too overheated, tortured with too much of the dirtiest kind of pleasure he could have ever imagined. It only took a few skilful strokes of Sephiroth's cock inside him and a few quick pumps of the tentacle wrapped around Cloud's own cock, and Cloud was coming.

Cloud clutched desperately at the tentacles holding him as shuddering pleasure washed through him. He couldn't claw together any kind of coherence at all, only able to moan brokenly.

But that was the thing about Sephiroth, and Jenova too in some respects. They never stopped. Cloud could come over and over but it wasn't finished until they were satisfied. And with Sephiroth's enhanced SOLDIER stamina… that could take a while. Cloud both loved it and hated it. It was so good for mind-blowing sex, but it was blissful torture at the same time. Even though Cloud was oversensitive and overstimulated, Sephiroth kept thrusting into him unerringly.

Fortunately, Sephiroth was close too. He really had got off on seeing Cloud so used and defiled, and feeling Cloud clenching and trembling around him only dragged him down as well.

Sephiroth came inside of Cloud, filling his already stuffed belly with thick spurts of his seed. Oh. To fertilize… Cloud made another helpless little noise, head spinning and breath coming in heavy pants.

Just as he'd expected, they weren't done. That wasn't enough, one release from Sephiroth. There were a lot of eggs inside him, after all; if they wanted to be thorough, Sephiroth would have to come inside Cloud enough to cover all of them.

Cloud was finally allowed to change position, flipped onto his elbows and knees, thighs spread, ass raised and exposed. Sephiroth stroked himself back to hardness - which didn't take anywhere near as long as it would for an unenhanced human - and then he was shoving back inside Cloud again.

There were no thoughts left in Cloud's head, incapable of understanding anything more than sensation and pleasure in that moment. He was so full from Sephiroth's thick, hard cock, and all the eggs that made his belly bulge. (He could see it when he tried to look back between his knees, and from this angle it seemed more pronounced and more obscene.) Every movement jostled the heavy mass inside him, so he couldn't forget it's presence for a moment.

Sephiroth gripped Cloud's hips, fingers digging into flesh as he pounded into him. Cloud moaned senselessly, eyes glazed, body slick with sweat and sticky tentacle fluids.

"So good, puppet," Sephiroth gasped, panting with exertion and voice thick with pleasure. "You look… so filthy, full of Mother's spawn… being bred like this."

He was doing it on purpose, the wicked glint in his eye said so. He was just saying those things because he knew how much Cloud got off on being treated like a dirty little slut. It was extremely effective.

Sephiroth came twice more inside of Cloud before he – or rather, before Jenova – was satisfied, and Cloud came again in that time as well. Exhausted but satisfied, Sephiroth drew back to lounge against the pillows. Still watching. Because Jenova wasn't done.

There was just one last thing. That same tentacle – the specialised breeding one, or whatever it was – slid easily inside of Cloud's cum-soaked hole. Cloud barely even reacted now, too blissed out and broken. He only gave a small shudder as it pumped a few times and then released something else. Not eggs, this time; fluid, thick and sticky. A few small trails leaked down Cloud's thighs, but the rest of it dried inside him, hardening into a tough plug. Keeping the eggs securely inside.

When it was finally over, Sephiroth collected Cloud up and rested him on his side amongst the pillows. There would be no getting any sense out of him for a long while; the glazed look in Cloud's eyes said his mental faculties had long since departed. In the meantime, Sephiroth wiped Cloud down as best as he could and made himself comfortable.

It was a good hour and more before Cloud roused from the exhausted doze he'd fallen into. Sephiroth kissed him lightly as he came to.

"Nngh," Cloud said succinctly.

Sephiroth laughed. "Have you recovered, puppet?"

"Ugh. Maybe. Halfway." Cloud squirmed a little, stretching out his abused body. He froze abruptly.

They… they were still there. The eggs. A glance down at his swollen belly confirmed it, and Cloud's face began to heat up. From shame, mostly. He got off on the things they did during sex, absolutely. But there were some things that were really only hot in that context; things that left him a touch flustered and embarrassed when he thought back on them after regaining his senses.

This wasn't just thinking about it afterwards, though. The eggs were still inside him. It was hot as a sexual roleplay, but Cloud had no desire to actually be some kind of… alien baby incubator!

"Sephiroth," Cloud said, a touch of panic in his voice. "What the fuck."

Higher level conversation was still a little beyond him.

"What is the problem, Cloud?"

"Eggs. Why—" His voice cracked a little. Cloud took a steadying breath. "The eggs are still… very much inside me. You are not actually seriously expecting me to keep these and birth some kind of tentacle monster creatures. Are you? Tell me you're not. Because, as hot as you are and as much as I love you, I will run you through with my sword I swear—"

Cloud was starting to get into wide-eyed, panicked rambling territory; Sephiroth kissed firmly him to shut him up.

"Of course not, Cloud," he said, sounding amused by the very idea. "I already said it wouldn't work, did I not?"

"Wouldn't work…?"

"The eggs are not viable. The way ShinRa created me… although we share cells, I am too genetically different from Mother. We are entirely separate species, essentially. It is not possible for us to produce offspring."

Cloud relaxed. "Ugh. Okay. That's a start, but…" He squirmed uncomfortably. He really did feel so full and heavy like this, his belly hard and plumped out. And the way Sephiroth was looking at him; amused, but also… like he liked seeing Cloud like that. "You guys are really messed up, you know that?"

Sephiroth chuckled. "Says the man who orgasmed twice with a belly full of alien eggs."

Cloud flushed again, ducking his head as he muttered under his breath. "It's your fucking fault. You're the ones who keep introducing me to all these kinks I never needed or wanted to know I had…"

Sephiroth cupped Cloud's jaw and lifted his head back up to meet Sephiroth's gaze. "You are ours. Our puppet. And we greatly appreciate everything you are willing to do."

"Thanks," Cloud said, lips twitching up into a wry smile. "But I still have said belly full of eggs, and what the hell am I supposed to do about that? They can't stay there. I need to eat, and… y'know, shit. Little bit awkward right now."

Sephiroth's eyes drifted to Cloud's hair, eyebrows raised. Cloud, knowing exactly what that smirk meant, immediately intervened.

"Ohh no. Don't you dare tell me to go lay eggs like a chocobo. And I do not need any more comparisons with my hair, thank you."

"How else do you intend to remove the eggs from your person?" Sephiroth asked with a little too much innocence.

Cloud pulled a face and let his head fall forward against Sephiroth's chest. Sephiroth wrapped his arms around Cloud, pulling him into a loose embrace. He kept up many appearances for Cloud's sake, but he wasn't being untruthful when he said he appreciated his pretty little puppet.

"I'll deal with it later," Cloud finally decided, sighing as he relaxed into Sephiroth's hold. "I don't think I'm capable of moving yet anyway."

"Understandable. It is a shame, though."

"What is?"

"You would have made a good mother," Sephiroth said. At first Cloud thought he was serious, before catching a glimpse of the wicked light in Sephiroth's eyes.

Cloud groaned and buried his head in the pillows.