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Mogichi, you're insane!

There's no way that this can work!

You're going to get yourself killed!

Stop this nonsense!

These were the words that followed the young moogle for the last five years of his life following his admittance of wanting to become a member of the Feral Fang Guild.

He of course paid them no mind, that was just how determined Mogichi was to reach for his goal. Why he wanted to do such a thing was simple enough for those who knew about his secret desires: the young blue winged moogle loved the thought of being able to dominate monsters. The sheer thrill of being able to wrestle the beasts of Ivalice down into the dirt and then stand tall above them had become a passion for which had been born following his first defeat of a group of wolves back when he had been barely seven summers old.

The group of wild animals had been stalking the surrounding forests where his uncles had been living, and so everyone knew the danger, however upon going out to harvest some kupo nuts the furry beasts had fallen upon Mogichi. The young moogle had been ready for them however, as he had carved a makeshift sword from a long branch of wood, and so when the beasts had stalked upon him, Mogichi settled his harvest onto the ground and then brandished his blade towards the snarling monsters. The ensuing battle had been wild and chaotic, as Mogichi hadn't had the experience to fight as effectively as he possibly could have, resulting in his wings being torn and his arm nearly bitten off, however, his fierce sword swings had seen him defeat all of the lupines in the end. The sight of them, tails tucked and yowling into the shadows of the forest, had filled the young moogle's heart with pride right before he had collapsed onto the blood soaked ground.

He had thankfully woken up before more monsters could attack him, and so, still somewhat worn from his fight, Mogichi had picked up his haul and limped his way back to his uncles' abode. He had been instantly coddled and questioned upon his return, but fatigue dragged him down into the abyss of warm sleep before he could answer anyone's questions.

It was after this day that burning passion had ignited inside of his heart, so much so that he went to go find a true swordmaster to train with after returning home to the hume city where his parents lived. His parents, two proud mechanics within the Royal Institute, had been somewhat disheartened by his choice of profession, but had ultimately cheered him on once it became clear that Mogichi was serious about the path he set before himself. His siblings on the hand, hadn't been.

Mogichi didn't blame them for their skepticism, he was a moogle after all, though he did wish that they would keep their pessimism to themselves whenever he came home from training within the swordsman guild. Of course he realized how vulnerable he was. After taking the beatings of the bangaa day in and day out, Mogichi was quite aware of how small and squishy he was, not to mention how easy it would have been for a plus sized monster to literally swallow him whole without much to any notice, a fate that had befallen one of his dear uncles when he had been exploring the frozen wastelands of the unforgiving northlands with a research team. But despite this, Mogichi found himself becoming more and more resolute in his decision to best all of the monstrous creatures within the land of Ivalice as the years rolled by.

That's why now, at the tender age of twenty-one, he was more than ready to see to his goal.

Or at least that's what he had thought after passing through the initiation set up for him by the high ranking members of the Feral Fangs for initiates.

The task had been simple enough: go out and best a group of mousse that had been filling the sewer systems of the city. An easy enough task within itself it would seem, however, no one had told him that the creatures were almost completely immune to physical assaults. The subsequent beating, not to mention violation by the slimy tendrils of the creatures after they had ripped apart his armor and then bludgeoned from the inside out with their soft, gelatinous bodies, had been an event for which Mogichi had been completely humiliated to survive, but instead of sending him running for the hills in shame and fear the experience had taught him to ask more question when going out to hunt monsters. Yet even that wasn't enough, as though the guild members answered his questions without fail, there was still information that he lacked in trying to fight the mousse a second time. His second failed attempt had forced Mogichi to go back to the guild and read everything he could up on the white colored flan in questions. And though his studies had lasted him well into the night, by the time dawn had broken over the western mountains the moogle felt ready to take on the creatures for a third time; this time however, Mogichi had gone to the local market and purchased several spell items to help him defeat the creatures, not to mention bartering for a new blade from the local swordsmith.

Because he had been rather lacking in gil at the time, Mogichi didn't have much bargaining power, but a lucky encounter with a hume streetwalker had taught him much in the ways of using his natural assets to get him the money he needed for what he wanted. Mogichi didn't know what to think about the experience at the time, his mind was somewhat lost during the experience once his clothes had fallen onto the dirt covered cobblestone that made up the city the Feral Fangs called home, but after two subsequent encounters with the same hume the moogle found himself working his body within the shadows of the alleyway in order to get him the gil he needed. Was it dignified? Not at all. But then again, it was honest enough work that got Mogichi what he needed to fulfill the guild's initiation, that these experiences guided the needle of Mogichi's sexuality towards homosexuality was not something the moogle bothered thinking about, since such relationships were beyond his notice.

Being ushered into the guild following his success filled the young moogle's heart with burning pride, and yet it was nothing compared to the alcohol that he was filled with following the evening part of his initiation. Mogichi had very little memory of what happened that night, though he was aware of the fact that he had woken up within a pile of bodies, all of whom were covered in sweat and certain distinct body fluids that left a bitter taste within the back of his throat. Nobody said anything about the incident during the morning to follow, which in itself was a good thing, seeing as the moogle had no idea how to feel about what he assumed had happened.

The next few weeks proved to be a whirlwind for Mogichi, as he quickly rose up through the ranks of the Feral Fangs; from taking down a gaggle of wild chocobo that ravaged the plains with a small group of his companions, to clearing out underground dens of coeurl by himself, Mogichi proved himself to be one of the better members of the guild month after month until he soon became something of a household name around the city. That he never took on a partner was something of a curious quirk for the moogle, as by the time he had reached rank four within the guild most hunters decided to partner up with those around them whose talents and/or abilities were a compliment to their own, but Mogichi never did. When asked as to the reason why this was, his answer was always the same...

"A partner would only slow me down."

It was the calm and collected manner in which he said these words that kept most from feeling offended, though that wasn't to say that a number of hunters within the guild weren't somewhat put off by Mogichi's statement. The stink eye usually followed after him for several weeks following one of the newer members of the Feral Fangs coming up to ask to be his partner, not that the moogle cared, given that his mind was almost always set on the next hunt ahead of him. Though that wasn't to say that Mogichi wouldn't help out his fellow guild members if they ever were short handed when it came to taking on a particularly tough monster. He wasn't heartless after all.

In truth, one of the moogle's greatest hunts came from the time when he had been asked by one of the higher ranking members of the guild to help her and a couple of newbies out.

Mogichi remembered this hunt in particular because he had been busy reading up on the anatomy of the various dragons within the southern lands when he had been asked to help clear out a group of bombs which had been haunting a set of ruins out within the western regions of the sandy wastes. Apparently the structure had been unearthed following a massive dustup between a group of raiders and a ginormous sandworm that had been terrorizing the local merchants that traveled through the area on chocobos. The archeological aspect surrounding the dilapidated structure in question had been completely uninteresting to Mogichi, though at the time he had promised himself to take note of any lost technology within the area so as to send reports of the objects in question to his parents. He was also uninterested in the treasures which were said to have been lying around within treasure chests within the ruins; though some of the guild members liked to try and loot as an extra part of their 'fee' for taking on such a dangerous gig he didn't see the points, given that he was paid well enough thanks to the hunts he took on.

No.

All the blue winged moogle wanted was to fight against the incendiary creatures in order to grow his experience as a hunter, as he had never fought against such creatures before.

The journey itself was somewhat middle of the road as far as distance was concerned, the group had rode for several days on the chocobos that the guild had stabled next to the main building, something for which got a few chuckles from the younger guild members.

"Why don't you just fly there, Mogichi?" The thief, and newly admitted member of the Feral Fangs, asked with a snicker as he watched the moogle tightly clutch onto the reins made for his tiny hands.

"Because I don't feel like wasting the energy, Stephen." Golden eyes cut sharply to the side as he glared at the hume.

Instead of being shocked into silence by his look however, the young thief merely let out a guff of laughter which set off the white and black mage that were with them. Mogichi was hardly insulted, as he had been insulted by far worse creatures because of his size and stature, though thankfully a firm growl from the leader of the group, a female defender, shut everyone up.

Once the group got to the ruins they quickly descended from their mounts, tied them securely to a nearby set of palm trees, and then prepared themselves for what was to come. After everyone was set the group of five descended down into the lower regions of the worn down building, which looked to be some sort of ancient castle, to the area where the excavation crew who had been sent out earlier had accidentally stumbled onto the floating creatures. It didn't take long for the bombs to come rushing towards them like bees swiftly descending out of a hive in order to protect their queen; the group of eighteen crimson colored monsters swarmed the surrounding hunters, making most of the younger one's tremble within their boots, yet both Mogichi and the bangaa who was leading them simply drew out their weapons.

"Aska, use your shell spell on us!" Vera, the bangaa defender of the group shouted as Mogchi rushed forward to slash one of the monsters shooting directly towards the poor viera with the ice enchanted blade he had gripped tightly within his gloved hand.

The rabbit eared female did as commanded, but only after yelping and cowering in fear following a fire spell being sent her way. Thankfully Mogchi was able to fly in front of her and absorb the attack with the flame enchanted shield he had brought with him. The cool yellow light encompassed Vera first, before slowly bouncing around each of the other members of the hunting party, proving Mogchi's earlier thought about how unqualified the young viera was for this task. He didn't say anything out loud about her abilities though, knowing well enough that doing so right now it would only shake her resolve, thus leaving her helpless in the face of the seventeen monsters that were left to fight.

"Lin'hu, use your blizzard spell on the group behind us!" Vera ordered while using her lance to pierce one bomb that had been diving for them.

"Y-yes, ma'am!" The fluffy canine barked right before bringing up the oak staff within his hands and then chanting the standardized incantation.

"Stephen, you..." Was about as far as the bangaa got before she turned her helmeted head to the side to see the hume hauling ass back the way the group had come. "...asshole!" The reptilian woman growled at the same time she swiped her weapon wide in order to push back three bombs charging at her.

Mogichi snorted.

This was the reason why he preferred to work alone.

Once again though, he didn't speak his thoughts, instead he darted over to the side to cleave one bomb attempting to fly in the direction of the still cowering Aska. The flash of red that coated the area as the incendiary monster met its end at the curve of his chilly blade brought a feral smirk to the moogle's lips. He always did love it when he was able to overcome opponents with such carefree ease, however, he shook away the joy he felt in favor of flipping himself through the air over to where Lin'hu was firing off his ice spell. The blue winged moogle just managed to block the nasty fira spell aimed at the nu mou, though the heat he felt splashing against his shield was such that even though the enchantment on the piece of armor drew the magical fire into itself his white fur was still cindered just a touch. Mogichi didn't let himself worry over such a minor loss, instead, he returned to the fight after checking to make sure that the younger male was no worse for wear.

It was just after dispatching three more of the bombs that the moogle heard a shout of pain. Turning his head to see what was going on proved to be a mistake, as in looking to see Vera being pelted with fire, an enlarged bomb flew right up to his face. Mogichi's violet eyes flew wide as he flipped his head around just in time to see the monster smile at him before the world turned a bright shade of crimson.

The subsequent blast which followed the bomb self-destructing was so powerful that the moogle didn't so much as get flung backwards as he was almost literally turned into a white and black projectile aimed directly at the stone wall behind him. The feeling of the rough material greeting his backside forced a loud yell out of Mogichi's bloody mouth, yet it was nothing compared to the scream Aska released upon seeing his bloodsoaked form slumping down onto the stone laden ground. Mogichi coughed up blood and saliva once the pain of the assault bypassed the adrenaline pumping through his veins, though the moogle didn't try to move. He simply let his golden eyes look down at the rough, yellow stones beneath him to where his severed pompom lay. Words failed to describe how Mogichi felt right then, though there were none needed at the moment as Mogichi's body slumped down for a few seconds following his seeming defeat.

The moogle thought he heard Vera calling out to him, but it was hard to tell as his hearing was slowly becoming dim following something wet and sticky trailing into the drooping appendages.

Time slowed for everyone save Mogichi as his body reacted to the extreme trauma which it was currently suffering through as every nerve within his body began to pulse and then tingle as his hidden ability put itself into action. Reaching down into his side pocket, the blue winged moogle swiftly fished out the spare elixir that he had hidden away for times such as these. Popping the white cap and then placing the expensive liquid next to his lips, Mogichi slowly sucked down the bittersweet tasting fluid, being as careful as he could to make sure that none spilled down the side of his torn lips as he did so. Once the crystal bottle was empty, Mogichi felt the effects instantly kick into gear as the magical medicine quickly went to work threading his torn limbs and busted bones, while at the same time jumpstarting the blood within his veins to pumping more fluid throughout his body. The feeling of his ripped wings knitting themselves was accompanied by his antenna regrowing down the front of his head, returning his blue pompom back to where it belonged.

The flow of time quickly returned to normal once Mogichi picked up his fallen sword. Now standing tall once more, the moogle looked around the stone battlefield just in time to see a group of bombs making their way towards the fallen Vera.

"Aska, cast a cure spell on Vera!" Mogichi shouted, right as he curled the muscles within his legs and then shot forward towards the downed bangaa.

The rush of adrenaline allowed the viera to act without thought, because not only did she do as Mogichi had commanded, she also whacked two bombs away that were trying to get near both her and the still chanting Lin'hu. Mogichi spared the girl a small smile before his face hardened. Drawing his sword into a full arc, the moogle cut through the bombs trying to assault Vera. The ringing of his blade sung within his fluffy ears for several seconds after the two incendiary monsters disappeared within a puff of magic infused light. Throwing his wings out to catch himself before he could accidentally land on top of the now glowing bangaa's head, Mogichi threw himself within the air high enough where he found himself surrounded by several bombs.

Rushing forward, Mogichi bashed the bomb closest to him with his shield, knocking it back several meters, while at the same time slicing another with a cross slash attack. The surrounding monsters, seeing their companions being so easily defeated, puffed themselves up in an attempt to self-destruct. Mogichi dove forward as fast as he could, swiping one before it could get halfway full of itself, but was unable to do so with the second. Before he could react, the fourth and fifth bombs launched two fira spells in his direction. Collapsing his wings and then dropping back down to the ground saved him from both attacks and the exploding of the third bomb. Throwing out his wings before he could hit the ground, Mogichi growled as he looked up at the remaining monsters, however, before he could think up a plan to use to cement their defeat a flurry of light and ice shot forward around him.

The moogle shivered from the cold touch of the chilly, sharp blades as they rushed past him, but he disregarded his discomfort in favor of looking to see the odd attacks peppering the remaining bombs. The sudden contact froze and then shattered the incendiary monsters within the span of a heartbeat, something for which Mogichi was quite pleased to see. Whipping his head down, the moogle looked to see both Aska and Lin'hu with concentrated scowls lining their faces. Turning about the area, Mogichi watched as Vera, now standing tall and imposing once again, impaled three bombs onto her spear before jumping up into the dust covered air. The sight of the bangaa curling herself around was like watching poetry in motion; the reptilian woman's long tail tucked down into her body at the same time her armorclad form curled over and around as she dropped back down the ground with the force of a falling star. The resounding slam of metal meeting stone was accompanied by the sharp yell of the three bombs crying out for mercy before they fizzled away into nothingness.

Taking a quick look about the ruins, Mogichi was pleased to see that no more enemies were around. Flapping his wings forward, the blue winged moogle made his way next to the two exhausted youths just as Vera was doing her own inspection over the area.

"You two ok?" He asked in that sweetly high pitched voice which did not at all go with the stern mask of concern strapped onto his face.

Both the viera and nu mou turned to look at one another, their green and yellow eyes gauging their respective owners with careful consideration, before they acknowledge Mogichi's question with a slow, deliberate nod.

"Good." The moogle then turned to look to the leader of their group. "Vera?"

"I'm fine." The reptile hissed in obvious agitation. "Though I am definitely going to have a few choice words with Stephen when I get my claws on him."

"If he's wise, he won't return to the guild." Mogichi stated rather flippantly. He knew full well that Vera was going to have him thrown out of the Feral Fangs for his desertion, as the formerly militaristic bangaa did not tolerate such cowardice. Mogichi didn't know what to think about what the hume had done, so he put the incident in the back of his mind, like so many others in his short life. "Anyway, our job is done, so let's head back." He said while turning towards the entrance.

Thanks to their near death experience no one wanted to go any further within the ruins, Mogichi wasn't sure what he would have said if anyone had, to be honest.

Getting onto their chocobo and then riding back towards the city of Calm Reed, Vera spoke at length with both Aska and Lin'hu regarding their experience. The two young hunters were still somewhat shaken by what had happened, but they seemed to be losing their fear as time went on. Vera, ever the tactical minded bangaa that she was, pointedly asked the pair if they still wished to remain a part of the guild halfway towards their destination.

Mogichi didn't bother listening to their answer, as not only was he exhausted, both emotionally and physically from the journey, he was also somewhat chastising himself for his lack of training. It should have been easy enough for him to take care of the bombs, but he hadn't thought to bring any ice elemental scrolls with him, seeing as a black mage would be traveling by his side. That was a fatal mistake that would linger with the moogle for the rest of his life, and remind him of how easy it was to be vulnerable at the worst of times during a hunt. Promising himself that once he got back he would set about purchasing a large bag to hold more enchanted items, Mogichi would make it a life's mission to always be prepared for whatever was to come during the following hunts.

Night found the four guild members before long, and so Vera commanded them to stop at the outset of a nearby forest in order to rest up for the evening. Not a problem within itself, especially since the bangaa offered to go and hunt for the group while Mogichi and the others set up camp, however, sometime during the middle of the evening after everyone was filled up on the elk which the reptile had taken down with her spear, the group was awakened to the sounds of thunderous roads shattering the calm of the evening. Weapons were immediately drawn, as Mogichi and Vera killed the still roaring campfire Lin'hu had created with his fire magic, while the nu mou went over to quiet the obviously startled chocobo who had just been so rudely awakened. The darkness which surrounded the group did nothing to silence the raging shouts, though it also did nothing to attract them either.

The feeling of the ground shuddering as something massive impacted into the earth made everyone jump - and Mogichi to utter a surprised 'kupo', though he would never admit to it. When another sudden slam followed behind with the sound of trees breaking, everyone gathered in close together, more than prepared to defend themselves. More roars followed with the ground trembling, though by this point curiosity replaced the fear which had been creeping within Mogichi's heart, and so, after the world settled down once more, the blue winged moogle offered to go and see what the disturbance was all about, and whether or not it would be coming for them. Vera attempted to talk him out of such a task, as she felt that there would be safety in numbers if the worse came to the worst, but the moogle simply assuaged her concerns with the pointed statement that sitting around without any information might see them all get killed.

A short nod later and Mogichi took to the sky above the forest.

The sound of his flapping wings was almost musical to the moogle, as the subtle beating of the bat-like appendages brushed across his hearing for several seconds before it was drowned out by the cool night air gracing his ears. With the moon half-full within the sky, Mogichi was able to see across the tree line to where two massive beasts were tussling about within a clearing about a mile off. Intrigue tugged the moogle forward, so much so that he flew almost carelessly across the forest before common sense made him realize what he was doing. Shaking his head to try and dispel whatever strange notion had overcome him, Mogichi attempted to turned around in mid flight in order to head back, but upon seeing one of the massive beasts up close, or at least closer than he had before, the moogle found himself too captivated to retreat back to the safety of his group.

Instead, he flew down to a nearby pine tree, one that was safely sheltered next to several undamaged others, and then knelt down to watch the spectacle taking place in front of him.

The sight of one large body being kicked into a nearby tree awed Mogichi, as he had never seen such raw strength being displayed before now, at least not outside of the drawings he had seen within a fully detailed scroll or textbook. The sheer magnitude of the battle taking place down below his perch fascinated the moogle, so much so that he honestly found himself unfrightened of the two behemoths who were duking it out in the middle of the moonlit woods. The massive brutes were nothing short of phenomenal as they unabashedly displayed their strength and ferocity before one another. Mogichi knew that he shouldn't have been surprised by such a sight, seeing as the horned creatures were said to be as strong or even stronger than red dragons. Watching as the fallen one rose up with a slow shake of his head, his regal mane fluttering within the night while casting tiny rainbow beads of sweat high up enough so that they smacked Mogichi onto the face, the blue winged looked on as the newly risen beast padded back over to its opponent, clearly not yet wishing to surrender this fight.

Reaching up to wipe the sweat down from off of his face, Mogichi found himself sniffing his sleeve as the musky scent of the behemoth rose up into his nose. Thick and potent with the stench of an animal that was in its prime, the moogle found his heart beating wildly within his armor clad chest as his senses came alive at that moment. A subtle stirring in between his legs slightly startled Mogichi, as he had been expecting such a reaction. Golden eyes blinked somewhat desperately as the moogle's breathing became heavier, despite this happening though, Mogichi felt oddly calm at the moment. Though with that said, he would never know why he rolled his tongue out of his mouth to lick the damp wool, nor why he shivered from the sharp, almost electric taste that covered his taste buds, but upon doing so the moogle found himself keenly interested in the beast that had just splashed him across the face with his liquid musk.

The other behemoth, a jet black creature that almost seemed to disappear within the shadows as it stalked in a slow circle in contrast to the royal purple skinned monster that glared hotly at it, was truly a sight to behold within himself, if only because of his stark contrast to his opponent. Where the purple behemoth was much larger than his opponent and covered from head to tail in numerous scars, some old and some new, the other was smaller, and mostly unblemished by wounds which had been healed thanks to the sweeping of the hands of time across its being. Despite this though, the jet black beast glared at the elder behemoth with glowering golden eyes filled with confidence, its tusked lips parted into a fierce, snarling growl as if commanding the other to bow down before it. The older behemoth let out a snort, much the same as a teacher would an uppity student, before it curled its four toed paws into the ground and then thrust its shoulders forward. The challenge was quite clear, and yet the younger beast refused to back away.

Mogichi watched in honest awe as the jet black behemoth lowered its head, kicked at the ground with its hindleg, and then darted forward. The intention was relatively clear, and yet both the younger beast and Mogichi were surprised when the elder behemoth ducked to the side just in time to miss being stabbed by the other's horns. Mogichi had to clutch onto the tree he was seated on top of for dear life when the younger beast smacked head first into one of the nearby trees. The entire forest rumbled once more from the sudden collision. The growls and snarls of the now trapped behemoth were slightly amusing to hear for Mogichi, as he was well aware that the other was stuck in place thanks to his two horns being lodged deep within the unforgiving wood. Before either he or the jet black behemoth could do anything to fully right themselves, the elder stalked up behind the other. When the purple beast raised its front up into the air, Mogichi watched in stunned disbelief as the elder behemoth slammed down onto the jet black beast's backside hard enough to send it yowling to the ground in pain.

Another round slam, this time followed by what sounded like a canine yelp, greeted the air as the full weight of the bigger behemoth pounded the younger into the grassy knoll beneath him. That the other didn't attempt to gouge the younger beast with his gnarled horns, as would have been so easy to do right then, or tear into the jet black beast's hide with his tusked maw, slightly confused Mogichi. Surely the other would have wanted to take such an obvious advantage, given the circumstances, but no. The purple behemoth seemed to want to punish the other instead of outright eviscerate him. An oddity within itself, at least until the elder beast stepped back to look at the now whimpering behemoth.

Given that behemoths naturally weighed in over thirty tons, it was easy enough to guess how much pain the younger beast was in, however the fact that he was still alive was a testament to the resilience of the other's body. The purple behemoth seemed to approve of this as well, because instead of pressing its attack, the creature pulled back to give the black beast a chance to recover from his assault. It took a moment for the other to do so, which, again, made sense, and yet once he did so the younger beast turned, almost hesitantly, to look up at the elder behemoth. The glower within the other golden eyed beast's eyes was terrifying to behold, not just because of the feral anger that glittered within them, but because of the understanding and wisdom that shone within their depths. The younger behemoth knew that the elder could kill him, that was abundantly clear now that the purple beast towered above him, yet for some reason it had chosen not to. Why that was proved itself to be a mystery, at least until the purple one grabbed the younger behemoth by the scruff of his mane and then forcibly dragged him away from the trees back into the center of the clearing.

Mogichi was completely confused by this gesture, and yet his ignorance over behemoth culture was quickly alleviated by the purple beast releasing the other and then swiping a claw over his face. Blood rained across the grass from the wound, yet the only thing the younger behemoth lost from this was his confidence, as the elder male had chosen to strike him in such a way that his eye would be left undamaged. Mogichi watched in complete intrigue as the purple behemoth walked around the other and then lifted his leg up to reveal a low hanging sheath and fat testicles to the onlookers within the forest. The moogle would never admit it to anyone aloud, but the sight of the hefty package quickened the pace of his already rapidly beating heart, as the massive pouch of flesh hung like a pendulous weight against the beast's crotch.

When the elder behemoth thrust himself forward, his thick sheath brushing against the bloody face of the younger male, Mogichi could admit that he was aroused by the spectacle taking place down below. Perhaps it was the sheer dominance that the purple beast was displaying before the weaker behemoth, or perhaps it had to do with the raw lewdness of the situation in question - Mogichi would never admit to watching the chocobo in the stables go at it during breeding season - whatever the case, when the tip of the purple behemoth's cock rolled out from his fleshy folds of his protective pouch the moogle found his own crotch growing both warm and firm within his pants.

And then the bigger beast began to let out a spray of urine across the jet black beast's face.

That completely threw Mogichi off guard, as he would never have suspected such a thing to happen in a million and one years. His golden eyes blinked in rapid succession when the younger beast turned his horned head away from the hot, cascading stream, however a sharp snarl from the elder forced his face back to where it had been. A snort was the only sign of acknowledgement from the other behemoth. The purple beast let out a whimpering hiss as the sour smelling stream of liquid rushed across his injured face, healing his wounded eye as it did so at the same time it marked him as being lesser than the male that it had thought to challenge. The purple behemoth didn't seem to take any delight in what was happening, instead the look on its face spoke to something very...methodical happening at the moment. This gesture, feral and debase as it was, was about showing who was in control right then, if there was any pleasure to take from this the elder beast didn't seem to desire any such emotion.

After the flow ended with a trickle, the grass below having now transformed into a muddy puddle, the purple behemoth grunted and then rocked his hips forward once again. The jet black beast whimpered, but another sharp growl found it slowly opening its muzzle and then licking its tongue out across the tapered flesh dripping yellowish liquid into its mouth. Mogichi was at a complete loss for words right then.

Was this really happening?

The obvious answer was that yes it was, however, the actuality of the scene taking place was superseded by the fact that he didn't know what to feel at the moment. On the one hand he was sort of weirded out by this strange animal behavior, but on the other some part of him felt that this was right in a way. A weaker warrior should submit itself to a stronger opponent. That was something that the moogle had learned during his years of training to become a swordsman; the memories of being forced to do harder chores by his swordmaster for failing to perform the various training set before him filtered through Mogichi's mind to the point where he shuddered from the memory. Or at least, that's what he hoped he was shuddering from. The moogle couldn't be sure, not when his crotch was throbbing oh so hard in between his white furred legs while his wings twitched wildly across his backside.

Nibbling on his lower lip, Mogichi reached down to stroke himself without thought. The feeling of his calloused hands gripping his manhood through the cotton fabric of his clothes was a sensation that the moogle had often felt during his time training to become a warrior, however because of where he was at the moment, he wasn't able to maneuver himself in such a way that he would be able to dip two of his fingers inside of his tight little tailhole in order to experience the fullness of pleasuring himself. That in itself was fine for the moment, given the show taking place before him with the two behemoths.

As the younger male continued to lick out across the purple beast's cock, which was shiny with the inner fluids that coated the inside of his prodigious sheath, the look on the younger one's face became less defeated and more curious, as though he had never performed such a task before. Mogichi silently cheered the other on as the purple behemoth, who turned out to be quite male himself after lifting his thick, webbed tail up into the air to reveal his own heavy genitalia, dipped his head down and around the spongy black obelisk which throbbed against his face. The moogle stroked himself in time with the younger behemoth's tongue motions, a silent series of hisses escaped from Mogichi's lips as he silently pleaded for the other to go deeper along the shaft which was thrusting itself against his moist nose. The elder male seemed to agree with the moogle's desires, because soon enough it lowered its legs and then pulled back to stand proudly above the other. The jet black male blinked owlishly at this, but before he could make a noise of curiosity in order to find out what was going on, he found himself flipped over onto his back by the elder beast's paw.

A canine yelp met the air at the same time the younger behemoth's body hit the ground beneath him. He didn't have long to assess what had just happened though, because the purple beast swiftly moved over his fallen body. The jet black male then presented him with his now fully erect pillar of flesh.

Mogichi panted like a steam engine by this point, his desire to see the younger behemoth be dominated was so momentous right then that precum had pooled up out of the tip of his cock and now coated the front of his pants with the sopping wet musk of his own growing debauchery. The moogle didn't have to wait long for his fantasy to become reality, because soon enough the elder male began pummeling his black cock forward into the younger behemoth's face, the demand for entry into his tight, wet maw would not be restrained any longer.

Already defeated, and slightly humiliated from everything that had just taken place mere moments ago, the black beast didn't resist, he simply parted his jaw and thus allowed the dominant male to have his way with him.

The raw passion that came with the first couple of thrusts was almost brutal to bear witness to, as the elder behemoth saw no reason to spare the defeated male that had attempted to usurp his authority over the territory they were both in. Seconds into the rough pumps of his back hips, the purple beast maneuvered his paws in such a manner that he almost seemed to lock the younger male into place beneath, a countermeasure for any possible escape, though such an event seemed unlikely at this point. Better safe than sorry, Mogichi reasoned from his perch, as he had seen how easy it was for creatures to maneuver themselves out of the oddest of positions in order to escape defeat. There would be no retreat for the jet black beast though, not with the way the purple behemoth was punishing his face with hard, almost meticulous pumps of his overly muscular hips.

The hard thrusting motions pummeled the younger beast's face with such force that the slaps of flesh against flesh could almost be heard a quarter of a mile away from their source. Mogichi chuckled rather darkly as he wondered what the others would have thought these new sounds were had they been able to hear them. Would they have even come close to surmising that a fierce mating session was going on with two males lost in the throes of silenced bloodlust, or would they attempt to brush it away as being nothing more than a strange anomaly which merited no concern? Mogichi didn't know, but as he stroked himself even harder in time with the elder male's jack hammering thrusts, he found himself realizing that he would never tell the others of this little show happening before him.

No.

This was for him and the two beasts down below, and would remain as such for the rest of their lives. Though the effects would not be measured for quite some times for Mogichi, as in watching the jet black behemoth slurp his tongue over and around the powerful stalk of flesh slapping against his face - the heavy balls of the elder beast knocking deeply into his chin, staining his already sweaty body with the dominant male's all-encompassing musk - the moogle's mind was shifting in such a way that he would want more of what he was seeing. The burning need to be in the presence of such power and masculinity was altering synapsis within Mogichi that would never be set back into place after this night, not that he would want them to. This was, after all, the best sexual experience of his life right now.

It was made all the better when, after several more powerful thrusts, the purple behemoth launched his hips fully into the younger behemoth's face, and then went completely still. Quivers slowly shook the massive beast's body, so much so that Mogichi almost missed the sight of the elder male's hefty testicles jumping against the younger behemoth's throat. It was quite obvious what was happening now, and that was despite the jet black male's throat bobbing in time with every swallow he took, Mogichi had to bite down hard onto his lips to keep from shouting out loud as he came inside of his pants. His semen, watery and thin as all moogles were, seeped out across his groin, becoming a wet puddle which bloomed larger and larger with every pulse of his own balls in between his legs.

Wings fluttering madly behind him as his tail shookly wildly at his back, Mogichi let himself drown within the pleasure of the spectacle happening down below.

In an ironic twist of fate, both the moogle and behemoth came down from their respective orgasms at the same time, though where Mogichi simply slumped into place against the tree, his now bloody lips having been released from his teeth, the royal purple beast pulled back from the now cum filled male below him. However, instead of fully pulling away, the elder male moved so that he placed himself face to face with the other. The slightly dazed male was shaken back to reality by a sharp growl. When golden eyes blinked themselves back into focus, the other was treated to a warning snarl followed by a rolling set of hips rolling down across his groin. A disbelieving flash crossed the younger beast's tusked face as warmth splashed down onto his crotch, the mark of the elder male coating his half aroused maleness as a final show of domination between the two of them.

When the elder turned away from him, Mogichi realized that the show was over and so took a few minutes to straighten himself out before he stretched both his body and wings out. It was just as the elder behemoth was walking off into the darkness of the woods, and the younger male slowly pulling himself up off of the ground, that the moogle took to the skies to return to his companions, his mind whirling with thoughts that he would never speak.

The report he gave detailed everything that occurred with the behemoths, save for the middle act between the pair, and despite Vera's scrutiny and questions about the musky smell which covered his form, the bangaa believed him enough to let him go about his way to the river to wash up. Mogichi did so quickly and quietly, though not without stuffing his tailhole and then plundering his balls for a second load of rich milk. He was thankfully able to control himself enough not to moan out loud when he came within the rushing water around him, though he did fall in after his legs decided to give out on him. A worthwhile happening, given that it helped to fully clean him off, though getting water stuck up his nose was quite the annoyance. Regardless, Mogichi returned to the camp in enough time to settle down and sleep before the sun arose; the dreams that the moogle had were quite queer indeed though, not that he remembered much about them, save for the thundering of a storm creeping up overhead and glowing amber eyes glaring hotly at him.

By the time morning came Vera once again hunted down a meal for the group, much to their gratitude, before everyone set off back to the guild hall.

The report given to the guildmaster was short and sweet, and as expected the bangaa loudly proclaimed that Stephen should have been discharged from the Feral Fangs for his abandonment of the group. The master of the guild, an elder hume male who trusted the bangaa's judgement, acquiesced to her demand, and that was that. The gil paid to the members was substantial enough that Mogichi would be able to purchase some new weapons and armor from the local weaponsmith, while on top of getting him a set of books which detailed the anatomy, psychology, and physiology of the behemoth species.

The passing of the weeks saw Mogichi attempting to learn more and more about the creatures in question, yet his thirst couldn't be quenched with plain text, and so the moogle went out to ask the local beastmasters what they knew of the creatures. Most had very little to tell him, though the few who did were able to pique the moogle's interest enough that plans began to form within his head night after night. The ideas and notions that blossomed within his thoughts quickly became encompassing as the months silently passed him by, so much so that the desire that had budded within Mogichi's psyche had quickly blossomed into something dark and twisted, the likes of which made demands of him.

He had to learn more about the beasts.

Up close and quite personal.

He wanted to feel their power underneath his fingertips, be able to command it at will as they rode underneath him into the unknown. His waking dreams had teased Mogichi with the thought of him and a mounted stud - because of course the creature had to be male - often left the moogle breathless and panting as the sun rose up across the hills beyond the city. Need, raw and powerful, subsumed Mogichi's mind, to the point where he would often take on missions that would send him far enough away from the city in order to try and hunt down any herds of the creatures they could. However, even when he got close enough to the creatures that he would often fly up to one that lay within dreamless slumber, the moogle could do nothing to forward his desires, save for massaging his body into the fat sheaths and low hanging balls of the drooling monsters.

The ripe scent of the male, or males if he was feeling particularly adventurous, coating onto his leathers and furs made Mogichi tremble in excitement. More than once had he slipped off his clothed and then stirred the slumbering behemoth's manhood to the point where it pushed free from the unwashed pouch of flesh which hung low across its body. The tastes of the creatures were nothing short of magnificent, the moogle having licked and kissed and tongued several behemoths throughout his journeys in order to fully inscribe their tastes onto his tongue. The memory of the beasts humping themselves into him as he pumped his body into their erections was nothing short of delightful, and yet despite having the perfect opportunity to do so, Mogichi never allowed the behemoths to expel themselves onto the ground or cave floor where they slept.

It just didn't feel right, not so much on a morale level, because the moogle was too far gone for that to be a factor, but on an instinctual level he knew that the creatures he came across weren't the right one for him. They weren't meant to be his.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't faced them in battle, or perhaps because, as he had been told by one beast tamer, only one beast would be able to suit his needs and desires. Mogichi didn't know, but he did have what fun he could while looking for 'his' beast.

Patience allowed Mogichi to simmer his desires, as rash action and untamed choices would see him get killed, and the moogle had enough self-preservation about himself not to wish for such a thing to happen. So he waited. And trained. And grew his abilities, such to the point that by the time three years had passed the blue winged moogle had earned not just rank seven within his guild, by the money needed to purchase the tools he would use to build up a shelter to house his would-be mount.

Fortune favored him by sending him out onto a mission to defeat a behemoth that had been terrorizing a northern settlement one Spring afternoon, yet fortune had little to do with the conflict which ensued after the moogle, filled with both lustrous joy and burning desire, placed himself in between the monstrous creature attempting to destroy a small mining town and the people shuddering within the depths of the mine. The feral eyes of the colossal beast in front of him showed like brilliant opals, and yet in them Mogichi didn't so much see himself, as he saw a faint glitter of something that instantly sent shockwaves running throughout his lower body.

Drawing the purple and gold beast away had been simple enough, as behemoths were known for their predatory focus, and so upon swiping at the horned creature with his sword, and being battered around like a cue ball for his troubles, Mogichi pulled the behemoth's attention away to a rocky hill. The two stood face to face with one another as rain began to pelt down across the skyline up above, drenching them both within a torrential downpour, however, despite the thundering cry of the glistening bolts streaming down from up above, the moogle warrior refused to be dissuaded from the task ahead of him.

He would defeat the creature in question, and upon doing so he would stand dominant over it. And then...