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Ori sat atop the Wellspring mill meditating, eyes closed, ears drooping, legs crossed, and tail wrapped around his waist. The spirit guardian was taking a well-deserved break from his explorations, recovering from a fruitless, toilsome exploration in the Windswept Wastes. A prophecy promised there to be an old ruin somewhere. Yet, he had only found sand and even more sand, stirred up into an unending, impenetrable sandstorm. Every time he moved his eyes, he still felt the traces of sand in them. Maybe he had reached the limits of his power? After all, he had almost paid with his life on his last trip. He had sworn to do everything to save his best friend Ku, but his death wouldn't help her, would it? Perhaps he should turn it down a notch. He sighed exasperatedly. As if one problem wasn't enough already, he still had another one. As the only spirit guardian in Niwen, he also was the only one powerful enough to fight the Decay, a rot that infested and corrupted the landscape. What would he give for a moment of peace, a moment of distraction? Not even in meditation did he find it anymore.

A sudden rustling pulled him out of his futile meditation. Ori opened his eyes, his white glowing pupils flicking over to the source of the unwelcome disruption. The face of a moki peeked over the rim. He immediately recognized the cream-brown fur, the big, yellow glowing eyes, the huge ears, and the little, triangular snout. The newcomer climbed up and flopped on the grass. Only then did he notice that he wasn't alone. Their gazes met and the timid creature froze. "Are you looking for something?" Ori asked. Then he noticed a large tooth dangling from a strap around the moki's slender body, and he frowned. "This tooth. Where did you get it?"

"Um, hey, Ori," the moki muttered. "You gave it to me."

"Wait, I remember you. You are Mokk the Brave, aren't you?"

"Yes, that's me."

"Aren't you that one moki who claims he defeated Howl?"

The moki nodded again and was visibly uneasy about the whole situation. A few days ago, Ori had had an unfortunate encounter with a large, ferocious wolf named Howl. After a brief but harsh battle, he had triumphed over the beast. He wasn't proud of slaying that creature, but in its blind rage, it had left him no choice. Afterward, he had made the mistake to give one of the wolf's fangs to a curious moki male. Unfortunately, he had nothing better to do than show it to everyone and claim Ori's victory as his own. That very same moki was now sitting right before him. He called himself Mokk the Brave, but they both knew that he actually was a coward.

"You lied about the fight. Not once, but several times over the last few days," Ori confronted him. "I gave you the fang because you asked for it and I wanted to bring you joy."

"I know, I'm so sorry."

"Are you really? Didn't we meet in the Wellspring Glades where you told me exactly the same? For one moment you felt sorry for it, and the next moment you already forgot it. A day later, I saw you talking about your grand victory again to every person you met."

"No, I didn't mean to! I'm really sorry. This time for real!"

Ori stared at him and grunted. He knew that the moment the moki returned to the glades, he would just continue to spout nonsense and lies. The spirit guardian didn't mind if people didn't recognize his achievements. First and foremost, he wanted to save Ku. The opinions of everybody else didn't matter to him in the slightest. However, he did mind if someone else claimed his accomplishments, especially if they did it as brazenly and shamelessly as Mokk. It took a lot to annoy him, but this annoying moki had done it. Ori got up and barked, "No, you're not sorry! I can see it in your eyes, you're lying to me just like you're lying to everyone else. I think it's time to throw you into a real adventure, so you don't have to lie about your imaginary adventures anymore."

"Wait, what do you mean with real adventure?"

"I'm gonna carry you up to the highest peak of Baur's reach. And once you're there, you can see how you get down again," he growled and tackled the moki. With his arms wrapped around the slender creature, he was ready to jump off with him.

"Wait, no! You can't simply abandon me up there. I'll freeze to death!" Mokk whimpered.

Ori hesitated and thought about his objection. He had to admit, the moki wasn't wrong. His idea was really a tad too cruel. He wanted to punish the insolent bastard, not kill him. A new idea popped into his mind and he grinned diabolically. "Alright, Mouldwood Depths it is then." Much less deadly, but dark and creepy.

Even the mere mention of the spider-infested underground labyrinth struck fear into the moki's heart. "No, no! Please, not the Depths! I'll die from a heart attack!" he squeaked. "Wait, please, don't carry me anywhere! Maybe there is something else I can do to make up for my lies."

Ori rolled his eyes and dropped the pitiful male back on the ground. He stepped over him and gave him a deadly glare. "Alright, speak. I'll give you a minute to convince me. If you can't come up with anything worthwhile, we're off to Mouldwood Depths for real."

The moki swallowed nervously and shuffled away from the angry spirit guardian. Then he rolled over and prostrated to him, shaking his butt enticingly. "You can fuck me if you want."

"Are you serious?" Of course, this was the first thing he would come up with. Mokis were notoriously horny and it wasn't too uncommon for them to settle problems and fights with sex. Ori wasn't too excited about the offer. There were so many other things on his mind and he didn't really feel like just doing it, even less with him. On the other side, he was currently trying to relax, and maybe this could be a great way to distract himself. Furthermore, he was really pent-up. Since he had arrived in Niwen a few weeks ago, he hadn't found the time to jerk off. Another glance at Mokk's bare butt finally convinced him. While he wasn't an honest or brave moki, he did have a blessed ass, big and plump. "Do you really think sex can make up for everything you did?"

The moki nodded. "You can fuck me as long as you want until you're satisfied. I'll let you do anything, just, don't abandon me in the Mouldwood Depths, okay?"

"Oh, a quickie won't cut it. And anything, you say? Really anything?" Mischief sparkled in Ori's eyes.

"Yes. Absolutely anything you can think of."

"Well, that's just wonderful. However, before we begin, you have to promise that you'll never lie about the fight again. And don't lie and boast about things you haven't done in general."

"Yes, I promise!"

"Good. Now come here and show me how serious you about this by giving me a nice, wet kiss on my ass."

Ori turned around and bent over, spreading his cheeks and presenting his blue, quivering sphincter to Mokk. The moki was surprised about the turn of events, he had expected the spirit guardian to be much more vanilla and straightforward. He had prepared himself for an immediate anal pounding, and not for some kinky foreplay. After he had overcome his initial surprise, a lusty grin formed on his face and he quickly crawled to his waiting partner. This was definitely an opportunity he didn't want to miss. The spirit guardian trembled when he placed his paws on his legs, slowly sliding up his hips and onto his butt. He spread Ori's cheeks even wider but didn't dig in immediately. Instead, he pressed his wet muzzle against his taint and slowly dragged it up until it aligned with his pucker. Only then did he part his lips and gave him the requested wet kiss on his ass.

Ori sighed lustfully. The kiss was a real treat, noisy and sloppy, and it just didn't stop. Instead, he felt a distinct pressure at his ring. The kiss had only been the introduction. The moki licked him with a greedy grunt, running his tongue over his anus and into his ass. He hadn't asked him to continue, but he certainly wouldn't stop him. This was a much better purpose for his nonsense-spouting muzzle anyway.

The intimate and devoted treatment made Ori all hot and horny. Usually, a spirit guardian's dick was tucked away in a fuzzy sheath, his lewdness hidden from the eyes of the world. Now it slowly slipped free. A tip of glowing blue flesh peeked out of the opening, swelling and throbbing to life after weeks of neglect. Each flick of Mokk's tongue sent another wave of pleasure through his body and another surge of blood into his cock. It grew bigger and bigger, revealing its true size. It wasn't just a pawful, it wasn't two pawfuls, it was a thick, flat-headed monstrosity that hung down to his knees. To no one's surprise, running and jumping around with such a schlong was really weird and distracting, because it just flailed and bounced around all the time. That's why he was glad that it was usually hidden in his sheath.

While Ori was busy ogling his dick, Mokk audibly enjoyed himself. He grunted and huffed while he drove his tongue deep into his asshole, wriggling and squirming it against his sensitive inner walls. The male hadn't even seen the spirit guardian's dick yet, but he had seen the other naughty bits. His bloated balls, which were dangling between his legs. He sneaked a paw through his legs and reached for his nuts, giving them a playful fondle. They were incredibly heavy, brimming with potent sperm ready to be unleashed.

Ori rarely made any noise while jerking off, but getting eaten out and fondled by someone at the same time did the trick. A high-pitched sigh sputtered from his mouth. It had been a terrific idea to give in to his own arousal and accept Mokk's offer. This was a lot of fun, and definitely more satisfying than hauling the heavy, struggling, and wailing moki all the way to the Mouldwood Depths. Still, that dirty bastard was enjoying this way too much. He didn't do this to reward him, he did it to teach him a lesson. So he grabbed his head and yanked it away from his butt. When he turned around to face him, he was greeted by his lustily grinning, dripping visage.

The furry creature's eyes glowed even brighter when he spotted Ori's dick, the swollen baton of blue glowing meat was hard to miss. His paws instinctively reached for the treat, but the spirit guardian stopped him with a harsh bark. "Hey, I didn't allow you to touch me! You're not in charge, I am. Just remember, fuck this up and I'll abandon you in the depths." This was enough to make the moki recoil with a discouraged whimper.

"Good, now open your mouth as wide as you can," Ori ordered. The kneeling male obediently parted his lips and waited. A faint smile formed on his muzzle when the spirit guardian grabbed his fat prick and rested the flat tip on Mokk's lower lip. Time to give him a taste. He dragged his schlong across his tongue, allowed him to savor its salty taste. Even swimming and diving through Niwen's waters and regular showers at the Luma pools couldn't fully clear his natural musk, and after his recent excursion into the scorching wastes, it had become even stronger and sweatier. "Like the taste? I didn't find the time to shower today, so you'll have to deal with it," he snickered. The moki didn't seem to mind at all, no, he relished the sweaty flavor with a heavy, lustful grunt.

Now to feed him the entire size. Mokis were incredibly horny creatures, always busy fucking, screwing, mating, and breeding whenever they could find someone willing to indulge them. So Ori assumed that Mokk had accumulated enough experience to swallow his whole dick at once. If not, he would find out soon enough. With a firm grip and a rough push, he shoved himself into his throat, ramming it in until his balls hit his chin. He heard a loud gag, but the moki didn't attempt to stop him in the slightest. "Don't worry, I don't wanna hurt you. At least not too much," he assured. "I just wanna use you. Slap my legs if it hurts too much." Mokk tried to nod, but the erection stuck in his maw stopped him.

For his next trick, Ori grabbed Mokk's head with both paws. Then he thrust. Slowly and tenderly at first to ease him in. Then, once his throat loosened up, he increased the speed until he hammered it in with loud smacks. The wet slurping noises caused by the submissive male's profuse drooling made the face-fuck even better. Yet, even loosened up he still remained a nice and tight fit. Tight enough that his cock formed a noticeable bulge on his neck, which traveled up and down while he fucked his muzzle.

"Fuck, Mokk, your throat feels amazing! If I keep going like this, it won't take long for me to..."

Ori hadn't finished speaking when he felt the rush of his first orgasm embrace him. The rimming had fired him up without end, and the vigorous face-fuck was just too much stimulation for him. His nuts were full and aching for release. He pounded the moki's throat even harder and finally drove himself over the edge. The noises of the other male grew distinctly uncomfortable, but Ori simply couldn't hold back anymore. He brutally slammed his shaft into the tight orifice, his heavy balls slapping against his chin one last time before tensing up and getting to work. He came with a lewd sigh and began to pour semen down the moki's throat. His cock throbbed violently and every convulsion produced another fat wad of hot cum.

Mokk didn't even have to swallow the load, because the cock was already stuck halfway down his esophagus. The voluminous load just ran directly into his stomach, bloating and stretching him with creamy cum.

Ori's orgasm faded when the moki was running out of air. In his struggle, he slapped him on his leg and pulled him out of his lewd rapture. "Oh, shit. Sorry!" He hurriedly pulled his cock out and allowed the male to catch his breath.

"Fuck, it's so much!" Mokk slurred. His paw wandered to his slightly bulging belly. He could feel the sloshing load the spirit guardian had pumped into him. "Are you always so productive?"

Ori rolled his eyes. His attempt to take the moki down a peg with a fierce face-fuck hadn't worked the way he wanted. That sucker didn't look as if he regretted anything, he looked as if he wanted even more. A bright, rosy taper had emerged from his little sheath, confirming that conclusion. Good for him. The first fuck had been fun, but he was far from satisfied. The fire of his lust had just begun, and it was burning hotter and hotter. "So, you like it rough? Good thing that I'm not done yet," he growled. His pretty unconcealed threat was met with an eager nod. Well then.

The spirit guardian grabbed Mokk by his chest and threw him on his back, following him on the way down. He quickly spat on his little asshole and pressed his still swollen tip against it. "Let's hope that my spit on your asshole and your spit on my dick is enough lube for you." Then he pushed it in. His ass was even tighter than his throat and it took a lot of work to force his dick in. The cocky male's grin faltered and he gritted his teeth while he took it up the ass. The lack of proper lube and his massive size was definitely an issue, but Ori didn't stop. "Still fine? Or am I overwhelming you?"

"It's so fucking big! I'm so fucking full," Mokk wheezed with tears in his eyes. "But don't stop." Ori snickered. Just what he wanted to hear. Then he pushed a little harder until he had buried his whole cock in his ass. It was big enough to even leave a nice bulge on the slinky male's belly. A few tears of overexertion ran down his cheeks, maybe he had bitten off more than he could chew, but he also grinned again, sighing with horny relief. "Ah, so full."

The spirit guardian snickered. The insertion had only been the beginning. With a lusty growl, he started to pump his shaft into the tight hole. It surprised him how quickly the moki adapted to his girth. Within just a few strokes, the horny male had changed his expression from gritted teeth and exerted whimpers to loud, lusty moans. "Having fun?" he grunted. "There's still more where this is coming from." Then he went savage on his ass and battered away, Mokk's puny cock bouncing and jumping with each thrust.

Ori rammed his dick into the tight male over and over again, breaking him in and punishing his sorry ass for all the lies he had told. His fat sack smacked into his plump butt while he used him. Despite the abuse, the moki enjoyed himself to the fullest. He screamed and howled with endless pleasure, yelling the spirit guardian's name at the top of his lungs. On the mill's roof, they were safe from prying eyes, but the soundscape they created was pretty telling. Not only would they know that someone was busy plowing a noisy moki male, but they also knew that it was Ori, Niwen's last hope, who was busy wrecking some ass.

Obviously, the spirit guardian couldn't keep up his relentless hammering for very long. Mokk's ass was still wonderfully tight and his next orgasm was closing in. However, he didn't want to cum inside the naughty male. The moki simply didn't deserve a proper filling. So just before he hit the point of no return, he hastily pulled out. His blunt dick plopped free and left behind a wet and slick gaping asshole. Its owner reacted with a disappointed mewl and a desperate stare. Ori grinned nastily and grabbed his head. "Open up, slut." He took his wet schlong and prodded it against his muzzle.

Mokk didn't even hesitate for a second. He opened up, let his tongue flop out, and exposed his maw, ready to take a cock and ready to receive a second filling. "Good boy," Ori groaned when he shafted his dick in the tight throat. Still slightly stretched from the previous pounding, it fit him like a glove. A couple more thrusts and the familiar rush of orgasm washed over him. His balls twitched and tensed once more, unloading a second batch of heavy cream straight into the moki's belly, swelling it even bigger. However, this time his dick was flavored. "How does it feel, getting a taste of your own ass?"

The moki moaned and gagged with lusty satisfaction. Somehow, his own taste turned him on even more. His little shaft twitched rapidly, and he was close to his own orgasm. Ori chuckled gleefully. Originally, he wanted to teach him a lesson, but the more he fucked him, the less serious he was about it. He didn't actually want to harm the bratty, lying male, he just wanted to give him something to remember, and when he saw the enraptured sparkle in his eyes, he knew that Mokk would remember this moment. Once the flood of fresh cum abated, he pulled out and gave him free. The moki desperately caught his breath, coughing and choking.

"You're loving this, aren't you?"

Mokk nodded with a laborious but bawdy grin, licking his lips with relish. However, his partner's next move left him speechless. Only a horny gasp escaped his mouth when the spirit guardian suddenly bent over and got down on all fours, baring his ass to him. Ori wasn't in the mood to punish him further, and since he was having fun, why not have a little more fun? He teasingly slapped his cheeks and purred, "Since you sucked my dick like a good boy, you deserve a treat. Come on, fuck me, and don't hold back." He wasn't worried about taking him up the ass. The moki's cock was small enough that he could take him with little trouble.

The moki nodded ecstatically and got on his legs. The forceful pounding had left traces on his body, weakened his legs, and turned him into a lust-ridden, stupid mess. But this was a once in a lifetime opportunity he didn't want to miss. He stumbled to the spirit guardian and simply flopped on his back while sluggishly aligning his tapered prick with the enticing orifice. He had never imagined that he would fuck a spirit guardian one day, yet here he was, about to claim some glowing ass.

Something hard and pointy stabbed into Ori's thigh, the moki hadn't quite reached his target yet. He dragged his rosy prick up his leg, stabbed it against his taint, and only then reached his pucker and achieved penetration. Aided by spit, pre, and lots of enthusiasm, he rammed it in. The spirit guardian moaned softly when he felt the little shaft rubbing against his insides. The horny male went to work right away and didn't hold back at all, pounding him as fast and hard as he could. The vigorous humping combined with his tiny cock felt just perfect. Naturally, Mokk didn't last very long. All the teasing and hard fucking had brought him close to the edge, and the sensation of some really tight ass was enough to trigger his release. After less than half a minute, the overexcited moki already blew his load.

Desperate howls and whimpers accompanied the few meager spurts of watery seed that dribbled into Ori's rear. It wasn't much, he barely felt it, but the way the moki gave it to him, with ardent passion and deep, relentless horniness, made more than up for his cumshot's minuscule volume. A few more moments of frantic groaning and twitching passed, then the exhausted male fell completely limp on his back. "That was great, wasn't it?" Ori asked mischievously.

Mokk nodded weakly.

"So, I hope you don't mind cleaning up your mess then, right?"

He nodded again. He had gotten his relief and cummed into a spirit guardian. Happiness enveloped his mind and he didn't care in the slightest about what came next.

Ori got up and pushed the moki down on his back. His dick was still hard and he had one more load in him. So he squatted over the moki's face, a drop of cum dripping onto his nose. "Open up and enjoy," he grinned. For most other people this would've been another humiliating punishment, but for this very kinky moki, it was probably the greatest gift he could get. His butt had barely touched him, but the submissive male's tongue was already on its way to his leaking pucker.

Mokk couldn't be bothered to raise his arms and grab the butt looming over his face. But as soon as Ori sat down on his face, he greedily and thoroughly licked his ring and dug his tongue deeper and deeper into him. The mixture of earthy ass and tangy cum was simply intoxicating. He slurped and licked, kissed and sucked, drank every last drop of his ejaculation from his partner's ass The other male rewarded his ardor with elated, passionate groans.

"Yes, that's perfect. Get your tongue in there. Lick me clean, you naughty moki slut," Ori grunted. He began to enjoy mocking the other male, it was fun to feel him shiver and tremble when he called him a slut. A little sigh of pleasure slipped from his muzzle and he eagerly rubbed his rear against his partner's greedy mouth. While the moki was busy felching him, he began to take care of his own throbbing issue. He wrapped his paw around his meat and gave it a vigorous wank. His last load wasn't destined for any of the moki's orifices, it should leave a much more obvious mark on him. It was meant as a final gift and reminder.

Somehow, Mokk never slowed down, eating him out with unwavering passion. He must really love the taste, or the feeling, or whatever else it was that kept him going. With the tongue squirming and wriggling inside his ass, it only took Ori a few minutes to stroke himself to his third and last orgasm. Once again his mind collapsed into a single thought, the promise of release. His strokes became faster and harder. Then he suddenly pulled up and turned around. Towering over the lying moki, he announced his orgasm with a guttural growl and finally blasted his wet mess all over the furred creature. Squirt by squirt he coated the horny creature with his seed. His last cumshot was just as voluminous as the previous ones, plenty to give, enough to cover him from face to feet

and onto every single body part. The submissive male gazed at him with depraved pleasure, he even opened his mouth to catch a few of the ropes of cum and swallow them with a savoring gulp while Ori endlessly added more and more semen to the mess.

By the time his orgasm subsided, the moki's natural fur pattern, his dark and light brown coloration, had turned into a single, washed-out milky white, wetly shimmering in the sunlight. In a final act of humiliation, Ori aimed his cock so that the last few drops of his ejaculation landed right on Mokk's rosy cock. The male was still hard and aching for more attention. "Need more?" he asked. The moki nodded and gave him a hopeful look, but didn't receive any help, just a teasing remark. "If you want to get off, you have to do it yourself."

Mokk really needed it, so he had to do it himself. With a feeble whimper, he went to work. He grabbed his cum-coated prick and hastily rubbed himself off.

Ori stared at the masturbating moki from above with an unwavering, mocking smirk. The cum-coated male squeaked and mewled desperately, while he jerked his cock. His motions became faster and faster. A minute later, he successfully forced himself to a second culmination, his body finally surrendering and releasing two spurts of seed in a defeated twitch. It barely added anything to the mess, completely drowned out by the spirit guardian's far superior output. Then he finally came to rest, his heavy breath normalizing and the glassy mist in his eyes fading as his climax tapered off. He was left with a deeply satisfied grin on his lips.

"You look like you enjoyed every single second of your punishment, am I right?" Ori snickered.

"It was absolutely amazing. This could just go on forever. I didn't expect you to be so kinky, or so dominant."

"Neither did I. I must admit, it had been a lot of fun. So much fun, in fact, that I'd maybe do it again sometime."

An excited sparkle glowed in Mokk's eyes, he nodded vigorously.

"But I'll only consider it if you make a promise. The same promise you've broken before. I'll give you one more chance because you're a good fuck. Don't ever lie about my fight with Howl again! Don't ever claim victories over anything you didn't do yourself. If you want to boast about something, do it yourself. Keep this promise, and we can do this again. Break this promise, and I'll carry you to the Mouldwood Depths for real. Understood?"

Mokk blushed under his fur, but he nodded firmly. "I won't break my promise ever again. From now on I'll be a good moki. An exemplary moki even. At least for everyone but you."

"Everyone but me?"

"Ori, after all you've done to me, I was wondering: Did you ever want to have your own moki bitch?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Well, simply put, I would become your bitch. I would service you whenever you want, wherever you want, and as often as you like. You look mighty tense, and I felt that tension while you were scolding me, but it got better when you fucked me senseless. You're Niwen's hero and hope, you deserve some time to relax and relieve your tensions."

"So, you want to help me fuck my worries away? Sounds like a typical moki thing to do."

"Tell me, do you feel better now that you've pounded and creamed me?"

Ori looked at the lewdly grinning moki and rolled his eyes. They really only ever thought about sex, didn't they? However, he had to admit, he felt much better after their jolly romp. It also would give him another effective option to unwind, which was also very welcome. And finally, there was Mokk's willingness to indulge him in some really naughty kinks. He had been perfectly fine with all the stuff he had pushed onto him, and it seemed as if he had even more kinks to discover. So he ultimately decided to pick him up on his offer

"Yes, I do feel better, much better," Ori sighed. "About your offer, whenever I want? As in, anytime, anyplace?"

"Whenever you want, midnight or noon, glades or pools, it doesn't matter. I can even show you where I live so you can just drop by and use me when you feel like it."

"Okay, sounds fun. But just so you know, no pulling back from this offer."

The moki's grin grew wider and wider. While the spirit guardian was still reluctant and perplexed about the concept of a personal bitch, Mokk eagerly embraced it. It had been his idea after all. "I wouldn't have made you this offer if I didn't want you to follow up on it, Ori. Oh, and thanks for indulging me and not abandoning me in the depths."

"I've forgiven you for now, but still, don't try me, okay?" Ori warned him. "By the way, you're still all messy. If you like, I can carry you down to the water at the foot of the mill so you can clean up."

"Huh? Oh, sure, that would be great."

And so Ori lifted the dripping moki over his shoulder before dashing down to the lakes surrounding the mill.

All in all, this had been a very strange encounter, but it had turned out well for both of them. Ori felt like Mokk was serious about his apology and he was finally sure that he would keep his promise. As an added bonus, he had received some long-overdue relief, unleashed some pent-up tension on a willing target, and acquired a moki bitch, whatever that meant. At the same time, Mokk had gotten off lightly. He had avoided a harsher punishment and had basically received a treatment that was not so much a punishment as a reward. Their needless animosities were settled, and Ori was definitely looking forward to having more fun with his new boy toy, Mokk the Slut. A much more fitting name for him.