Snowfields of Desire
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Category:
Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy VI
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
836
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.
Snowfields of Desire
Mog gazed wistfully over the railing of the Blackjack and down toward the Earth below. They were returning to Narshe, where his lover remained, and he couldn't wait any longer. The poor moogle's heart ached for Umaro, and he had been considering leaving the group because he didn't think he could bear to part again. He had had tried to think of ways to convince Umaro to leave his cave behind, but had little time do to so in between excursions and battles.
The night previous, though, Mog had been up late to watch the moon as Moogles often do when it shines in its full state and he had overheard something. He had heard Strago trying deseperately to convince Gogo to mimic a donkey, but Gogo would not hear of it. Shortly after Mog heard Strago make a remark to the effect of "Perhaps this will convince you" followed by the sounds of a small scuffle. Worried about their well being, Mog had decided to peek in to the room to make sure all was well.
To his surprise he saw it was MORE than just well, as Strago had his 15 inch cock wedged deep into Gogo's incorporeal ass. Strago was quite firm and vigorous in his motions, unnaturally so for a man as old as he and Mog simply assumed it was the Magi blood coursing through his veins (and, therefore, his cock as well). Only a brief few minutes past before both hollered out in a throe of passion and released their fluids all over themselves and the floor. Strago's glistened like gold in the moonlight and Gogo's rolled about and seemed to contain an intelligence of it's own.
Moments after Gogo conceded to Strago's wishes and began bucking around while braying loudly. Strago remarked on this with pleasure and then quickly fell asleep in a nearby chair. This was a spark of creation in Mog's tiny ball adorned head. He knew what he had to do to convince his darling Umaro to leave his cave behind and spend forever on close to his heart. Setzer called alloud, "5 hours until arrival at Narshe." For Mog, these 5 burning hours felt like eternity.
The night previous, though, Mog had been up late to watch the moon as Moogles often do when it shines in its full state and he had overheard something. He had heard Strago trying deseperately to convince Gogo to mimic a donkey, but Gogo would not hear of it. Shortly after Mog heard Strago make a remark to the effect of "Perhaps this will convince you" followed by the sounds of a small scuffle. Worried about their well being, Mog had decided to peek in to the room to make sure all was well.
To his surprise he saw it was MORE than just well, as Strago had his 15 inch cock wedged deep into Gogo's incorporeal ass. Strago was quite firm and vigorous in his motions, unnaturally so for a man as old as he and Mog simply assumed it was the Magi blood coursing through his veins (and, therefore, his cock as well). Only a brief few minutes past before both hollered out in a throe of passion and released their fluids all over themselves and the floor. Strago's glistened like gold in the moonlight and Gogo's rolled about and seemed to contain an intelligence of it's own.
Moments after Gogo conceded to Strago's wishes and began bucking around while braying loudly. Strago remarked on this with pleasure and then quickly fell asleep in a nearby chair. This was a spark of creation in Mog's tiny ball adorned head. He knew what he had to do to convince his darling Umaro to leave his cave behind and spend forever on close to his heart. Setzer called alloud, "5 hours until arrival at Narshe." For Mog, these 5 burning hours felt like eternity.