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Snowfields of Desire
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Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy VI
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
837
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Final Fantasy VI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Desire In The Snowfields
As the Blackjack landed with a soft thud in the grassy plains on the outskirts of Narshe's territory, a sigh of relief echoed from Mog's small throat. With their arrival at Narshe, a black weight was lifted from his tormented heart at last. Soon he would be in the passionate arms of his hulking lover. "Umaro", Mog thought, "If only angels knew as words as divine as your name, the existance of people like Kefka would be never written into their book we call the world."
The party disembarked from the Blackjack and set forward towards to the snowdrifs of Narshe, with Locke taking the lead. Locke was most eager to arrive at the Inn and spend a night with his cherished Cyan, whom he had fallen for shortly after the bothersome sluts Terra and Celes had perished in a Tonberry attack sent by Ultros. Mog had an almost nostalgic smile to him, as knew the passion of Locke and Cyan would not be the only one to warm this tundra tonight.
As they entered the town the party broke apart and went their ways together, and nobody seemed to notice Mog unnaturally lingering behind them. When they were all gone, Mog headed through secret moogle tunnels hidden around the mines to return to his lover's domain.
"U-Umaro... dear, are you here?"
"SMASH WHO TOUCH STONE", yelled Umaro back
"N-No, Umaro... it's me...", Mog sobbed out, "Do you still remember me??"
"MOG IS TOP MOOGLE. MOOGLE FRIEND. UMARO NOT EET MOOGLE.', Umaro bellowed
"Good...", sighed Mog, "Listen, Umaro, I need to ask you somethi-"
"UMARO EET REPO MAN. HE NOT TOO GOOD. UMARO MAKE MESS OUT COME OUT BOTTOM TOO MUCH. ROOM STINK.", said Umaro, cutting in.
Stink it did, as Mog was nearly overpowered by the stench of Yeti shit and filthy RepoMan flesh being once torn asunder earlier in the day. The combined smell of blood and poo would normally make Mog wretch, but as this was a gift from his love all he was overpowered with was passion.
Mog begain to speak again, "Umaro, I want you to leave with me... I-I-"
"UMARO NEVER LEAVE CAVE. CAVE HOME. CAVE GOOD. MANY BONES TO THROW.", said Umaro, interrupting again
Mog, overcome with desire, finally yelled "I LOVE YOU UMARO."
To which Umaro replied, "MOG LOVE UMARO? UMARO NEVER KNOW LOVE. MOG... SPECIAL. FEEL FUNNEY."
Mog continued, "Umaro, I want you to show you how I love you." and began to unzip his coat which many thought was just animal fur. In truth, moogles actually resemble naked mole rats and wear coats made of Yeti fur to protect and warm them.
Umaro understood Mog's motions and his 27 inch cock began to erect its self, as blood began swelling it to a thick diameter of 5 inches. Umaro stumbled foward and towered above Mog with his massive cock hanging inches above Mog's head. Mog looked up to his beutiful blue shaft, his tick infested hide, his broken rotting teeth and the heavily stained scarf that adorned his neck. Mog has never witnessed such utter beauty and perfection in his life and his heart began to lift, along with his tiny 8 inch moogle cock. This was his love, this was his passion, and this was his Umaro.
Mog kneeled over, presenting his rear entrance to Umaro. "B-Be gentle, Umaro-kun... this is my first time."
"UMARO RAMS HOLE WELL", he lovingly hollered as he scooped a handful of snow off the ground. He reached down to Mog's behind and began running the snow all over his entrance before forcefully packing it in this with his buldging fingers. Mog cried in ectascy, as this was taking him to levels he's never been to before.
"U-U-maro-kun... please... enter me..", Mog pleaded. Umaro understood and began to lower himself over Mog's peculiar frame. All at once he slid himself into the hole, the snow making this motion much easier. All 27 inches entered Mog as he pressed Mog's body against his massive testicles. Mog moaned loudly. Umaro began to slide inward and outward, increasing his pace slightly with each thrust. Mog's moans increased in fevor and his breathing heighted, the smell of blood and shit flowed deeper and deeper into Mog's nostrils as he approached his limit.
Minutes passed and Mog was near breathless from the sensations of Umaro's cock, the smell lingering in the air and the feel of the ice cold snow rolling around inside his hole. His cries and Umaro's deep grunts echoed off the walls of the secluded cavern.
"U-umaro-kun... I'm..I'm..I'm gonna... KUUUUUPOOOOOOOOO!" Mog yelled as he released himself all over the cavern floor, finally being pushed over the edge. Umaro followed after with a loud cry of "MEATBONE!", and his dark blue semen sprayed out of Mog's area by the gallon. Even after Mog pulled off, Umaro continued to ejaculate strongly and Mog happily turned to accept it all on his face.
"MOG. I DECIDE. I GO WITH YOU. WANT TO STICK IN YOU AGAIN.", Umaro passionately yelled into Mog's ear
"I'm happy, Umaro-kun... from now on we shall part no more... and I shall look forward to the continued rammings you provide.", Mog wistfully said as tears of pleasure rolled down his cheeks
The next day the Blackjack took off from the fields of Narshe with a rather unusual member
in tow. Locke took the wheel that day in place of Setzer, as he had just come down with a sudden "sitting problem". Mog and Umaro on the other hand, were down in the engine rooms reliving the night before.
The party disembarked from the Blackjack and set forward towards to the snowdrifs of Narshe, with Locke taking the lead. Locke was most eager to arrive at the Inn and spend a night with his cherished Cyan, whom he had fallen for shortly after the bothersome sluts Terra and Celes had perished in a Tonberry attack sent by Ultros. Mog had an almost nostalgic smile to him, as knew the passion of Locke and Cyan would not be the only one to warm this tundra tonight.
As they entered the town the party broke apart and went their ways together, and nobody seemed to notice Mog unnaturally lingering behind them. When they were all gone, Mog headed through secret moogle tunnels hidden around the mines to return to his lover's domain.
"U-Umaro... dear, are you here?"
"SMASH WHO TOUCH STONE", yelled Umaro back
"N-No, Umaro... it's me...", Mog sobbed out, "Do you still remember me??"
"MOG IS TOP MOOGLE. MOOGLE FRIEND. UMARO NOT EET MOOGLE.', Umaro bellowed
"Good...", sighed Mog, "Listen, Umaro, I need to ask you somethi-"
"UMARO EET REPO MAN. HE NOT TOO GOOD. UMARO MAKE MESS OUT COME OUT BOTTOM TOO MUCH. ROOM STINK.", said Umaro, cutting in.
Stink it did, as Mog was nearly overpowered by the stench of Yeti shit and filthy RepoMan flesh being once torn asunder earlier in the day. The combined smell of blood and poo would normally make Mog wretch, but as this was a gift from his love all he was overpowered with was passion.
Mog begain to speak again, "Umaro, I want you to leave with me... I-I-"
"UMARO NEVER LEAVE CAVE. CAVE HOME. CAVE GOOD. MANY BONES TO THROW.", said Umaro, interrupting again
Mog, overcome with desire, finally yelled "I LOVE YOU UMARO."
To which Umaro replied, "MOG LOVE UMARO? UMARO NEVER KNOW LOVE. MOG... SPECIAL. FEEL FUNNEY."
Mog continued, "Umaro, I want you to show you how I love you." and began to unzip his coat which many thought was just animal fur. In truth, moogles actually resemble naked mole rats and wear coats made of Yeti fur to protect and warm them.
Umaro understood Mog's motions and his 27 inch cock began to erect its self, as blood began swelling it to a thick diameter of 5 inches. Umaro stumbled foward and towered above Mog with his massive cock hanging inches above Mog's head. Mog looked up to his beutiful blue shaft, his tick infested hide, his broken rotting teeth and the heavily stained scarf that adorned his neck. Mog has never witnessed such utter beauty and perfection in his life and his heart began to lift, along with his tiny 8 inch moogle cock. This was his love, this was his passion, and this was his Umaro.
Mog kneeled over, presenting his rear entrance to Umaro. "B-Be gentle, Umaro-kun... this is my first time."
"UMARO RAMS HOLE WELL", he lovingly hollered as he scooped a handful of snow off the ground. He reached down to Mog's behind and began running the snow all over his entrance before forcefully packing it in this with his buldging fingers. Mog cried in ectascy, as this was taking him to levels he's never been to before.
"U-U-maro-kun... please... enter me..", Mog pleaded. Umaro understood and began to lower himself over Mog's peculiar frame. All at once he slid himself into the hole, the snow making this motion much easier. All 27 inches entered Mog as he pressed Mog's body against his massive testicles. Mog moaned loudly. Umaro began to slide inward and outward, increasing his pace slightly with each thrust. Mog's moans increased in fevor and his breathing heighted, the smell of blood and shit flowed deeper and deeper into Mog's nostrils as he approached his limit.
Minutes passed and Mog was near breathless from the sensations of Umaro's cock, the smell lingering in the air and the feel of the ice cold snow rolling around inside his hole. His cries and Umaro's deep grunts echoed off the walls of the secluded cavern.
"U-umaro-kun... I'm..I'm..I'm gonna... KUUUUUPOOOOOOOOO!" Mog yelled as he released himself all over the cavern floor, finally being pushed over the edge. Umaro followed after with a loud cry of "MEATBONE!", and his dark blue semen sprayed out of Mog's area by the gallon. Even after Mog pulled off, Umaro continued to ejaculate strongly and Mog happily turned to accept it all on his face.
"MOG. I DECIDE. I GO WITH YOU. WANT TO STICK IN YOU AGAIN.", Umaro passionately yelled into Mog's ear
"I'm happy, Umaro-kun... from now on we shall part no more... and I shall look forward to the continued rammings you provide.", Mog wistfully said as tears of pleasure rolled down his cheeks
The next day the Blackjack took off from the fields of Narshe with a rather unusual member
in tow. Locke took the wheel that day in place of Setzer, as he had just come down with a sudden "sitting problem". Mog and Umaro on the other hand, were down in the engine rooms reliving the night before.