"It seems there are two culprits here, you for trying to take my materia, and Tifa for shrinking you so you'd have to. Let me go gather the other guilty party before we discuss this." Cloud sat the jar with Aerith sitting inside down on his mat. He took a small knife and lanced a couple of air holes in the lid and then picked up his Transform materia and headed out. On his way to Tifa's tent, he picked up an empty canning jar from the previous night's dinner and made similar holes in the top.
Entering Tifa's tent, he nodded as he saw she was asleep. That explained how Aerith managed to get away. He also noticed with a smirk that Tifa's shirt was merely draped over her breasts. "Well, I have wondered..." he muttered as he gently lifted it off. "Nope, no materia there," he snickered. He removed all other materia from her to make sure he wouldn't have trouble later, then cast the spell. As she shrank, it exposed the pouch with Aerith's belongings and Tifa's transform materia. He gently placed the tiny, topless Tifa in the jar. Before he left, he...
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