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4th of Plumfrost

Noah,

After all these years spent traveling and fighting with you, a feeling has been growing inside me. As if you casted yet another Charm spell on me, I feel compelled to defend you and attack your enemies at all costs. However, no matter how many Proto-Meteors I take to the face, no matter how many Ultima Blows I have to endure, this feeling still remains.

I believe it was the 20thof Blackfrost when all of this came to a head. After over a year of helping the Bangaa and the Nu Mou of the Rupies fight each other, we united both clans to defend their lands against House Bowen. With the Brotherhood by my side, I raise my Morning Star and charged toward the leader, and the Ravager, Loa. Meanwhile, you did what you could to break the Illusionist's concentration while the Nobles combined their magicks. The battle was ours, and I thought the whole thing would have gone without a casualty on our end.

Unfortunately, fate had another thing coming. While you were preparing a Holy coup de grace on the green-clad Nu Mou, a dreadful feeling came over me. I tried to warn you, but as soon as I looked up, you were already lying in the snow in front of Bowen's Assassin. The sight of you and your bloody clothes drove me into a frenzy, and all I could think of at the time was getting revenge on the Viera. All of the Mist in my body accumulated was spent summoning winds to knock down the Gria, but I still managed to cast one more spell to end the engagement. Pointing a finger at the black-clad lady, I felt a surge of energy emanating from my hand, calling forth a powerful beam of light. When it was over, she fell to the ground, cloak singed and smoking.

I fell to my knees the moment she did, using the flail's handle like a walking stick to keep myself up. Were it not for the efforts of the United Rupie clans, the rest of House Bowen would've gotten me, but the other three members were lying in the snow as well. It took me a minute to get back to my feet, but when I did, I immediately rushed to your side. Your body was still warm thanks to the Judge, but I could hear your soul crying out in pain. Putting away my club, I struggled to heft you off of the red snow, but I couldn't move an inch in my current state.

The other Bangaa and Nu Mou gasped in shock at the sight of your blood-stained clothes. Madreth offered to let us stay in the Nobles' house while Mocedad ordered his Brotherhood to carry our bodies along the way. The estate was only a half-hour's walk from where we were, but the heavy snowfall and your anguished cries made the trip feel like an eternity. At last, the Nu Mous stopped and dispelled the invisible spell cast upon their less-than-humble abode. As soon as the mansion came into view, Madreth's lackeys opened the doors and welcomed us in. After stepping into the warmly-lit lobby, Mocedad insisted on loading you with Potion Shells, but I quickly rebuffed his request.

"I'm sorry, but Noah's my partner, and it's my responsibility to look after him," I said, as the Gladiator holding me up helped me back on my feet.

Madreth nodded in understanding and handed me a key. "The guest bedroom is at the end of the hall upstairs on the left," he instructed. "There's a wardrobe with priest's vestments and a staff to help you mend his wounds."

After thanking my fellow Nu Mou, I followed his directions past a simple wood door, and found myself in a breathtaking bedroom. It was certainly more luxurious than any inn room we've ever stayed in, but then wasn't the time to admire my surroundings. I had to act quickly, or I felt like I did.

I ordered the Warrior to lay your body on the Dream Hare-stuffed linens and ran over to the wardrobe. As soon as he closed the door shut behind him, I tossed off my old Sage's rags. In its place, I threw on the familiar red-lined white robe and grabbed a staff that was overflowing with Holy energy. I then returned to your side and pulled off your blood-stained clothes, revealing a macabre assortment of cuts on your scaled body. It was time to get to work.

I climbed onto your unconscious body, making sure not to put too much pressure on you while the robes hugged tightly to my rotund form. With the staff in my right hand, I drew a Healing Mist into my left, which caused my grey palm to emit a pale blue light. Gently, I ran my hand over your cuts and bruises, and each of them disappeared without a trace. However, with every wound of yours I mended, I felt myself growing weaker, but there was one more thing I had to do...

Under my panting breath, I muttered the words, "Bring back this poor soul from the Rift. Arise," and my muzzle slowly drew closer to yours. As I breathed life back into your breathless body, I could feel my consciousness slipping away, and I could hear the staff fall to the floor. Just before I blacked out, I caught a glimpse of your eyes opening up behind your purple visor.

The sound of a Moogle singing rang through my ears, and I saw the Scion Ultima standing in front of me. In a gentle, yet echoing voice, she told me, "You are not yet ready, child," and another voice rang through my long pierced ears. Yours.

"MILT!"

I blinked, and when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in the Nobles' guest room. The warm air gently caressed my body, letting me know that I was down to my bare essentials. I heard sniffling, and I turned to its source. You were sitting on top of me, still as bare as I left you. Tears leaked out of your visor as you spoke. "I thought I lost you for a second," you cried out, wiping your face as dry as you could.

I pushed myself up to a seated position and lifted the purple visor off of your eyes. With my right thumb, I wiped up the rest of your tears, clearing your cloudy sights before I went in for another kiss. The side of your mouth tasted of despair, but that bitter taste gradually diminished as time seemed to slow down. For a few more minutes, we remained like this, embracing each other's bodies as we wrestled with our tongues. While I held your body tight in my arms, your hands explored my curves, and I could feel your fingers running through my patches of fur and hair. Each region you grazed felt reinvigorated and I realized: You've been nursing me back to health the whole time.

I pulled out of the kiss and nuzzled your neck with tears in my eyes. "I don't know what came over me, Noah," I whispered. "I had no more Mist to draw from, but I had to cast a spell and-" I swallowed my heart when a thought crossed my mind. "I'm so sorry, Noah; I've been risking my life with my spells!"

Your healing hands drifted toward my torso, and I felt you clutch my gut. After you scruffed my hair, you ran your other hand down the side of my head and replied, "As long as you're safe now, that's all that matters."

"Likewise."

We continued to explore each other's bodies for another minute when I got all hot and bothered. I shoved you down to the mattress and pinned your chest with my hands. Once more, I bring my muzzle up to your neck and whispered into your ear. "You wanna try something new?"

You tried to catch your breath and shuddered as you said, "And just what did you have in mind?"

With a giggle, I brought my left hand over my right shoulder. As I imagined the spell, I could feel the Mist gather around my index and middle finger before I shouted the spell and swiped my arm. Colored smoke filled the air around us immediately afterwards, and I began to shrink down to a mere fraction of my already unflattering height. Just as it happened during your first demonstration of Sleight of Hand, the skin between my fingers began to extend, and my skin changed from my usual grey to a much more lively green. Along with my tail, my neck began to disappear as my flattening head fused with the rest of my body. When the smoke cleared, I found myself lying on top of you, and I could feel a slick liquid pooling from my underbelly.

The shock on your face turned into laughter, and then to pure curiosity. "Well, this is a new one," you stated plainly as you brought a finger down on what I had become. "So, what did you have in mind, froggy?"

I tried to giggle, but I ended up ribbiting instead. "Just sit back and let me do the work, Noah," I replied, turning to face your lower half. Looking between your legs, I could see what I've been looking for and crawled toward it. Your torso was slick from my mucus, but my hands and feet held steady as I made my way to your slit. My skin picked up on your nervous gulp when I slipped a hand in and searched around for what was hidden inside. It was warm to the touch, but a bit softer than I expected, at least at first. When I held it in my hand, you let out a muffled moan, and it began to stiffen up and swell, taking my arm out of your slit along with it.

Instincively, I let go of your shaft and tried to shake the bodily fluids off. I couldn't help it; I was still a Nu Mou in spirit. Still, now that your cock was out, I was ready to do what I wanted to do with this body.

If I were in my regular body, I would've blushed at your subsequent laughter. Instead, I shrugged it off and wrapped my tongue around your length, pulling myself towards your shaft in the process. The taste of your pre was just as good as I remembered it: Just the right mix of salty and sweet with a hint of bitter. The warmth and the slight throbbing of your cock felt just as nice, and I could feel my own loins peeking out from within my amphibian form. Immediately, I latched on to the hot pillar of meat and rubbed myself against it, lubing you up with my saliva and secretions. I'm glad you enjoyed it as well. You can't deny that you did; my skin could pick up every lustful sound that came out of your maw.

After I retracted my tongue and crawled back onto your torso, you looked down at me, smiling. "That was rather pleasant surprise, but where's the climax?"

Laughing along with you, I croaked. "It'll come in time, but for now, how about some sugar, Princess Noah?"

As I expected, you caught on to my hint. Sitting up and reaching into the cureall drawer to your right, you pulled out the right potion to turn me back into my grey-skinned self. And then you chugged the whole thing down. I was mortified, my mouth wide open in shock when I saw what you did, and completely unaware that I was being lifted off of your body. That's when you went in for a surprise Maiden's Kiss. Before I could even react, I was back to my pudgy, pale, droopy-eared self, sitting comfortably on your naked lap. While I clenched my cheeks between your slicked-up cock, you gave me another kiss on the cheek and asked, "So what are we gonna do next, Prince Milt?"

Once more, I pinned you to the bed, holding you in place with my body weight and rested a hand on your oily stomach, drenching my palm in my own mucus. As I brought my greased fingers under my tail, I gave you a kiss on the mouth and replied, "You looked like you had such a good time with my cock in your hole that I wanted to feel it myself." With that, I shoved two fingers up my pucker, letting out a moan in the process as my insides soaked up the natural lube. With my hole nice and slicked up, I rose off of your lap and aimed your shaft towards my entrance. I'd hate to bend it, after all.

When your tip pressed against my ass, I let out several deep breaths to ease my body for the inevitable penetration. After the third, I gradually lowered my body, burying your cock in my hole inch by inch. Within a minute, I was seated on your lap again, keeping my body still as it adjusted itself to your girth. I could feel myself grunting and panting in anguish, but my own dick was leaking, begging me to shove more up my ass. As I lifted myself up, pulling you out to the head, I moaned out of lust, only to gasp when I dropped myself back down. It hurt like hell, but the warmth in my body gave me a higher high than a Cassie's Breath. The only thing missing from the experience was my meat rubbing against yours.

Pressing against your slick stomach with my hands, I continued riding your shaft, moaning and grunting with my head held high. I was having the time of my life when I suddenly felt your hand on my thigh. I looked down at you and saw a malicious glare behind your visor, and before I knew it, I was on my back and you were kneeling over me. In this less than favorable position, I was all too aware that your cock was still wedged deep inside me.

I grumbled and grunted as you began pounding my ass, but all you did was laugh. "Ngh! What's-ugh the-mmf meaning of this!?" I growled between thrusts, trying my hardest to hold back my submissive pleasure, but my dick wasn't listening.

You, on the other hand, heard my words loud and clear, yet you only laughed harder. "You said you wanted to feel it yourself, Milt," you hissed with sadistic glee. "I'm just giving you what you wanted." With that, you lifted one of my legs, fucking me silly as you forced me to lie sideways.

To say that I didn't see any of this coming would be a gross understatement. Every time we were in bed together, you were so cooperative, giving me kisses and playing with my nipples as I pounded your slit and "clashed swords" with you. Now here I was under you, unable to do much but moan in lust as you had your way with me.

Mere minutes after you took charge, I could feel myself approaching climax and my body tensed up more and more with each thrust. When I finally went over the edge, I moaned like a bitch (haha) as I blew my load all over my chubby body and the sheets. As soon as my afterglow hit, you let me lie on my back again, laughing at how helpless I looked in my current state. My entire body, save my shaft, limped up, thinking that it was all over, and that's when you finally came, painting my insides with your Bangaa Seed. The sensation of warmth and fullness sent me straight to heaven, and I couldn't help but shoot six more ropes all over myself, coating my body in musky Nu Mou semen.

After you pulled out, your cum leaked out of my pucker, and you caught me off-guard yet again. Your tongue ran along my jizz-soaked torso, drawing out another moan from me. With my seed in your maw, you went in for another kiss, giving me a taste of my own seed, bitter and salty like it always was. "It's good to have you back, Milt," was the last thing I heard from you before I passed out again, muttering three words...

"Thank you, Noah."

I woke up the next morning with you in my arms, and I instinctively nuzzled the top of your head tenderly. I felt your maw brush up against the nape of my neck, and I greeted you with a warm "Good morning." We lay on the bed for another minute before we got out of the bed and back into our old adventuring clothes (thank the judge for mending your outfit before our next engagement).

After leaving the guest room behind, we said our goodbyes to the united rulers of the Rupies and began our trip back to Moorabella for another mission. Not long after the Rupie Mansion literally disappeared from sight, that feeling took control over my body again, and I wrapped you tight in my stubby arms. I finally identified the feeling, but I was still hesitant to confess them.

When you asked, "What is this for?" I knew my response, but I still stumbled on my words.

"I-I..." I stuttered for a good minute before my mouth could let my thoughts be known.

I love you, Noah,

Milt