TFA!-The Second Round
#1 of TFA!-The Second Round
We begin where we thought we failed. I would like to send a thanks to a "Ridin Valon" for this request. As we all try to evade, trauma is a very serious issue and should be mended to the best of our abilities, not alleviated temporarily and conveniently.
Healing-M Mienshao x M Noivern-(CW: Implied Rape)
Mountains were always the most nefarious to trek for those not native or adapted for such a task, for landslides, tricky footing and erosion through time and weather can make any step worth a pacing heart for a traveler. Though why have the adrenaline-inducing, life-threatening adventure of heights that could break even clouds when you can take the softer yet similar route with just cliffs? Take our friend here, trying his best to keep his belongings with him as opposed to watching where he was going. Mu, the Mienshao, was fairly versed in how this cliff overlooked the sea below and always came here whenever he needed to think of what to do next or what to look past recent events. The latter was the subject here, for he was coming to a very hurtful pact with some territorial Pokemon that would rather have their bout settled hand-to-hand than actually negotiating some compromise. Mu was a pacifist, he would never raise his whip-bearing hands to settle scores that can be mellowed out with the right amount of reason and understanding.
Hopefully things wouldn't turn out to be dirty end, for Mu wasn't sure how he'd talk his way out of the situation without somehow agitating one and inciting the others to fell him on the spot. Not his fault he grew up naturally and not with training. Again, he preferred peace rather than violence.
His things were simple; a satchel to carry his cared-for items, water and collectibles and a smaller pack for berries. Efficiency at the cost of content. Once he was settled in, he noticed that the pile of rocks he kept around in case that talking things out loud couldn't settle his racing mind were scattered about. Must have kicked them over when he departed a couple of weeks ago. The ones in arm's reach were damp but not overly so, so those went to the ground behind him as he looked around for the rest. Never knew his own strength, Mu did, for his search took him to parts of the overlook that he wouldn't think to camp out at on account of the rather unstable footing. As much as what he had collected over a course of a minute would suffice, he was not one to just leave things for later.
The last two were situated near his spot on the clifftop, near a branch rooted beneath the ground and into the cliffface molded by years and years of waves crashing into it. Mu knows that he would have to be careful at this point, for any stomping would surely send him straight to those sharp crags below. The moment grew tense as he slowly reached down and over towards the ground where the rocks were nestled. It was almost like they were waiting for him, as their sloped surfaces were facing him and made sure the Mienshao was forced to come in a lot more carelessly than he would hope. Luck was on his side, and dressing light too, for he managed to get both by sweeping them with the whip of his right arm towards safer ground. Great thinking on his part.
Then it all fell apart as a wave from below rose up and crashed upon the cliff in its course, making Mu cover his face from getting salt water in his eyes and jolting a rock from his grip. Slippery thing was like a bar of soap at a public bathhouse leaving his delicate hands. Mu waited until he didn't feel water vapor sprinkling his purple fur and satchel before making a go for the rock he dropped. Only this time, it was teeming over the edge of the cliff and not in a good range for him to just sweep it back to safety. A nervous sweat broke from his forehead and a gulp was his sound reaction to the situation at hand. He was about to risk his life...for a...rock...
It finally hit him just as he got down on his knee to try retrieving it. Was Mu really about to tango with the likes of life and death just to appease a moment of compulsive need to have everything in order rather than almost everything? ...No. No he was not. As if to taunt him for not going for it, another wave came up to the clifftop and splashed higher than the last. Mu of course, blocked his general form from being hit with the unwanted water but the resulting height brought seawater onto the grass at the Mienshao's feet and he shouted in surprise. Wow, that was cold! Thankful he wasn't soaked, he plopped down where he stood, which was his mistake.
The ground was weaker now thanks to that wave.
And with that, time slowed as the ground beneath Mu crumbled into bits and pieces that fell towards the waters that wanted to have Mu's body adrift for no one to come seeking, the fighting type's screams silent as the suddenness of the situation left him breathless and mouth agape in astonishment. And to think all he was trying to do was show relief for escaping what could have been a foolish death for the books. Now he was going to perish from a simple gesture as sitting down. While there was a moment to wonder if he gained weight on his travels, it was hardly a time to make a silly joke about being thicker in the thighs as he plummeted to his death. Sharp rocks pointed to him like a Sableye's clawed fingers, ready to cut and impale him on his trip down before the waves would eventually wash him away below the surface or down to the depths.
But life had other plans for Mu. A flying something barreled into him like a Tackle from an Emboar and instead of down he was going right near the shores. But eventually, whatever just stopped Mu from falling into being sent to the great Hall of Origins above made a u-turn for the clifftop and soon he was back where he started this small but eventful scene. What became whom as Mu looked away from the ground to the general direction of this supposed creature that kept him alive to go on for the days to come and he saw big ears. Shaped like stereos in fact, from human shops that sell entertainment items as Mu learned from books.
A Noivern?
The revelation was put on hold, and Mu needed a minute to clear his throat. Falling to your death with your mouth open doesn't make it come out clean if you end up getting saved anyhow, but his savior felt the need to make the first notion to conversation.
"Are you okay? Nothing broken or something like that, miss?" A guy. The stockier build would explain that. It's not like wyverns were equipped to have mammaries-or the DNA for it really. Mu was still hacking out whatever slid up his throat-he was falling head-first-in the fall and mostly water ended up dripping into the ground beneath him. He did nod to confirm that he was not hurt. The Noivern was at least gentle with catching the Mienshao and didn't injure him with his sharp turning. "That's good! You gotta be careful around here, miss. The tides have been really active these last few days and I was already considering moving out for a new cave when you dropped by without saying hello!"
The guy was a jokester, how cute. Mu was catching his breath but he didn't fail to notice the Noivern's insistence to call him 'miss'. Do all Mienshao look feminine enough to always warrant being generally called ladies at first sight? Hopefully it wouldn't be much of a bomb drop for this helpful aid of Mu's as he sat upright and put on his traveling bag. His satchel made it through but judging from its lighter weight, some things of his fell out during the free-fall and he'll have to check what they were later.
"I wouldn't try jumping off next time if that's what you're worried about." Mu replied, voice still a bit gruff from the seawater he had yet to fully get rid of lest he be drastically parched when it was dinnertime.
His response, however, got him a weird gaze from the Noivern and the wyvern seemed to eye him up and down as if he were looking at a puzzle to see what pieces were missing. "You talk kinda funny miss. Did you swallow some rocks on the way down?"
Okay, this was getting a bit comedic. Mu gave it all he had mending his throat of any obstruction and managed to get his eloquent tone back to give his word: "My mouth was open but I tried not to, sir."
There it was. Something of a realization hit the Noivern and Mu figured it was only a matter of time before he'd hear an awkward apology and have to dismiss any further ones for offense taken-to which there was none, for Mu has been misgendered a lot on his travels through the regions of the world. But it never came. Those bright, almost beady eyes were quaking with something Mu's only ever seen in small critters like Joltik or Caterpie whenever they saw a predator.
Fear.
"N-no..." The wyvern began to back away, as if remembering something he forgot to tend to but didn't want to say what to avoid questions. But Mu was on him in an instant.
"What's the matter? Did I s-" But before he could reach out and see if there was something genuinely causing Mu's savior to have what looked like a flash back to something he doesn't want to think of, he was pushed back by the wyvern taking to the air in a panicked hurry.
"GET AWAY FROM ME! YOU'RE NOT GONNA HURT ME AGAIN!" The hysterical shouts from the Noivern were almost like the outbursts of a Loudred being provoked by playful Skitty and made Mu cover his ears in case they start bleeding.
"Why would I hurt you...? I just thought th-" But he was cut off again.
"NO!" The wyvern was gone after that, flying away like he had been selected as game by a hunter seeking his head, a flurry of winds and dirt from the ground attacking Mu and keeping him from seeing what happened next. When it was over-as soon as it occurred in fact-the Noivern was out of sight. Mu was confused. Hurt him? Mu understands that fighting types usually want to have some form of invigorating exercise to keep them from feeling like time was making them weak when they chose not to do anything, but he wouldn't hurt the guy that saved him from the most ungraceful death he could think of. Maybe there was something else to it, but until Mu learned it he was in the dark and with no other option than to move on. Sure, he'll have to wash himself up now that the rush of near-death was gone, so with one last look at the now shortened clifftop behind him, he got on the move towards the plains.
As seconds became moments and as moments became minutes and as minutes nearly became an hour, Mu found himself at a small river stream heading towards the sea that he left from. Ironic; here he's about to take a dip in the water that he would have been floating adrift in if not for-
No no, don't think about that. It's best not to incite pain in someone who doesn't deserve to be hurt. But as Mu got himself in and scrubbed himself down, that frightened expression marred every thought of his while he bathed. It was as if he were staring at the face of a child as they watched their parents perish before them by the hands of someone else. It was against his better judgment but...
Mu had to know why. At least that would cure his unwavering curiosity. Or so he hoped.
The water was abandoned and Mu quickly dried off using a nearly bush to hide his soggy form from view. Can't be indecent around here or someone might think he was not to be trusted. Good thing some nearby leaves were thick enough to be towels in this case or Mu would have some damp clothes to get sick from. Once he was done, he got on his way towards the deeper side of the forest. Surely someone around there knew of that Noivern from the cliff. Even now, Mu looked back towards that high point and wondered if they were still there. Didn't he say he was gonna move today?
On that note, Mu picked his pace up so he didn't lose this chance. He would never want to leave new interactions to a shaky beginning or it would gnaw at him like Mandibuzz gnaw at carcasses. He got a whole lot of nothing for what felt like an enternity of walking through shrubbery and past trees, and felt a sliver of more anxiety fill him with every small or large clearing he had to walk through to proceed. That eternity came to end, like the stroke of luck from that Noivern coming in to save him from certain peril, when he heard the fluttering of wings nearby. Anything was better than nothing and Mu rushed to the occasion before he missed what i-
His face was smacked by something thin and he stumbled back in surprise as he heard an "Ow!" nearby. When he came to focus, what he saw was a bit of a surprise. A Mothim. These critters usually come out only at night, right? And there was usually honey on them from a Combee hive in the area yet this one was vacant of such a substance. Once the moth righted himself, he glared at Mu and fluttered some wind at him.
"Watch where you're going. Don't you know it's going to rain soon?" The moth wasn't the slightest bit pleased he almost got knocked into a tree and it showed.
"Apologies-", Mu bowed to emphasize his feeling of regret for being careless, "-I was trying to make sure I would not lose the opportunity to help someone in need."
"What're you on about? No one's in trouble."
"No no, let me explain. There's this Noivern th-" Then the Mothim cut him off.
"Ah, you mean Velir?" Velir was his name? Mu liked the way it sounded, quite a bit actually. It sounded...endearing.
Those he replied before it got too weird to be silent after hearing someone's name. "Yes, that's uh...who I mean."
The unnamed Mothim didn't think too much on Mu's sudden absense of thought, it seemed. "Well if you're a dude, you might wanna high-tail it. It's not the best idea to go try helping him."
"Why not?" Since when did it matter what gender someone had to be to help someone in need? But the moth was already on it with an answer.
"Let's just say...he doesn't take to being around guys..."
"That doesn't he-"
"He was taken advantage of." Oh. Well, that's...wow. Mu didn't quite know how to respond to that, so the Mothim went on. "It was going down at the cliff but you could still hear him screaming for help before...you know...Anyway, I haven't seen him act nice to any guy around his area since then. He even tried to attack me thinking I was flying towards him when I was looking for honey. The nerve."
The informant went on about other instances where he had a run-in with the wyvern and his violent reactions to seeing anything male nearby, but Mu went out of his train of thought to mull over what he was told. Something like that would have to be immensely traumatizing for a guy like Velir. He was the picture of innocence right before Mu dropped the bomb on him, and to know that that took away from him acting jolly all the time just...hurts. It really did.
Since the moth was still rambling-and from the looks of it decided to leave to huff and puff about rain again-Mu decided to wave him off and depart for the cliff. Though his informant was right, the clouds have been darkening overhead for a bit and now that he was on his way it looked like he was gonna be drenched before he even made it back to the cliff. In fact, he felt the first hard droplet fall on his head and make him flinch. Oh yeah, he better get a move on like that Mothim. Maybe if he was quick enough, there'd be no issue with trying to make headway for Velir's cave.
Sadly, as he closed the distance between him and that clifftop, the rain began to turn into a downpour. His satchel and bag clung to him like wet weights and his fur felt like shag, but even with such inconveniences to his gait Mu still went on. His whips were soggy but the undersides would be all he would need to get this done. The grass was soaked when he reached the top, almost slipping and falling on his face but righting himself this time. The crumbled ground from earlier was nearby, once free for his relaxation but now a permanent mark that he nearly died today, but he wasn't going to think about what could go wrong for using it for more than a resting spot. As carefully as he could muster, he reached down to check for any jutting branches beneath the clifftop to hold onto and struck gold in a decently firm one. Set, Mu steadily lowered himself to the cliff face and wriggled around to test his footfalls.
Solid. Everything was but it was just very soggy. He'd need to be extremely deft if he wanted to avoid slipping again. And yes, this would be the perfect time to learn Ice Punch but not all species get lucky with their capabilities. So Mu had to go with his next best bet-Strength.
The sudden flow of muscle definition to his usually thin arms felt so juvenile for someone as graceful as Mu, but it was necessary to ensure he didn't have a case of butter fingers from a weak grip. And even when there weren't holds to grab, he could punch his way into the cliff-it's not like he can stay here anymore. The rain pounded over his head but Mu persisted, not giving up until he couldn't dig his feet into the damp soil of the cliff. When he actually got to that point, he dug his way through the torrent pouring over his face and lunging himself forward...
And when his feet slipped on solid ground and he fell on his back from losing said footing, he let out a breath he didn't know was being kept away from the plant life nearby. So there was a cave here. Mu had to shove rainwater out of his eyes and wring out his fur rigorously. Strength helped with the latter but he had to make sure not to punch himself in the eyes before the move wore off. A crack of lightning startled him into getting a move on but what it actually did was inform him that he was not here for nothing, for a squeak in what appeared to be a dark area alerted him of his objective: finding Velir. And in no time flat, he found the wyvern trying to look as small as possible in a nearby corner. Mu probably looked something out of a nightmare for the poor guy so he tried his best to look something presentable.
But he ended up looking like a freshly bathed Stoutland shaking off the soap water and laughed when he thought about it. Probably what earned him that skeptical gaze from Velir.
"S-sorry...I uh, didn't expect to make or even catch you here..." One last wring out joined the pool of loose Mienshao fur and rainwater and he felt somewhat dry.
Velir found his voice before Mu thought he was talking to another Noivern, "G-g-g-go away..."
Mu was afraid of that response. He didn't approach or anything hasty like that, those were surefire ways to further ruin any chances of them fixing the foot they broke upon first encounter. No, he did go away, right up to that hole he dropped in from and sat close enough to be considered out of the cave but inside enough to avoid being rained on. While it wasn't very practical to help someone see the good in you, it was better to give someone in distress some space so they don't panic and get into a worse state than what they're currently going through. Who knows, it just might be what they need in the end.
The rain poured on, not growing any worse but more likely progressing through its rage with all the frequent thunderous booms out in the downpour. Lightning came to and fro, like Zekrom seeking to eliminate enemy armies destined to come for its home. Thinking away from what he was doing helped keep Mu's mind off the fact that if he didn't do this right he'd be stuck here and dying would be his only way out; the more he sat there, the less stable the cliff face got. That's probably why Velir planned on leaving-to avoid waking up to a cave-in that he couldn't escape from. The image of the wyvern trapped in here with no one able to hear his pleas for help sickened Mu to his stomach-visibly, as he rubbed his stomach as bile rose up to his throat.
The grumbling enticed Velir to at least test the waters if he was truly safe, inching his way out of the corner to assure himself that he didn't have to risk trapping himself in this cave forever while getting rid of this guy. Who was he to act like an innocent civilian? It's always easy to just play the nice guy then turn the tables when you know you'll get what you want. And you know what? That's what got Velir the idea to push Mu out. He didn't want to take the risk of being tricked again...One mistake was one too many.
Mu felt those hands on his shoulders and turned his head, catching Velir's eyes full of intent as he began to scoot across the ground towards the opening of the worn out cave. "What're you doing?"
Velir didn't answer, continuing to push to a point where Mu actually had to get off his butt to try resisting the force being used on him. "V-velir? C'mon now what's the issue?"
"Not again...I won't let you hurt me..." Mu's foot was starting to dangle over the edge, so he really had to fight back.
"Velir, stop! I had nothing to do with what happened!" The fact that Mu knew about it made Velir even more suspicious of him.
"So what? Maybe you were the one that sent them! Trying to butter me up with kindness, then I'll wake up feeling worthless. Never. Again..." Veli almost had him primed to fall, so he made sure to prime his arms back to really shove Mu off the edge. But the adrenaline rush of death hit Mu and triggered his fight-or-flight reponse. Which turned into flight as he rammed his way back and brought the two of them into a tumble back inside the cave, just as some more rocks and soil came raining down on the entrance. Once they came barreling into the far wall where Velir had been resting, Mu came out on top. Literally; he had Velir pinned down with his whip-arms holding him by the shoulders while he panted.
Then the Noivern began to cry and he thrased about with all he had.
"GET OFF OF ME! I WON'T LET YOU HURT ME LIKE THEY DID!" His voice was resonating through the cave, catching nearby ears and creativing a quake that shook the walls around them. But Mu persisted, even if he feared he was gonna go deaf soon.
"Listen! I'm not going to hurt you, I want to help you! What will it take!?"
"NOTHING! NOW G-GET OFF...!" Velir's tears were pouring now, flicking onto Mu's fur as he tried his best to flap his wings to blow the Mienshao off of him, but no matter what he did Mu managed to cling onto him with his extensions. Fatigue was clawing at the wyvern but he wouldn't quit, though Mu could sense that his struggle was losing vigor and his sobbing was getting louder.
"Just...l-leave me alone...please..." The thrasing came to a pause and he just laid there, feeling the phantom pains of how he had been left up there to fend for himself, unable to move normally with all the damage those two caused to his body...Arceus above knew that Pangoro are always up to no good but those brutes...they...th-they...
Mu couldn't handle watching Velir continue to despair beneath him, so not only did he remove his weight off the sniveling wyvern, he hugged him. Tight. To let him dump those tears over his shoulder. And while Velir had no reason to trust this gesture, his sobbing didn't stop anytime soon anyhow. He bawled, as he let out the emotions of the impression that event left on him, words incoherent on the ears lost to the monsoon that was barely visible outside due to the falling rocks. With weak arms, Velir hugged Mu back and his sobbing seemed to calm.
When all he did was sniffled, Mu let him rest there until he felt like pulling away. Velir's issue wasn't something he could relate to-even if he was falling to his death some time ago-but what he can do is understand that Velir had too much pain from that scenario and the best way to handle it is to let him mend without overdoing things. The wyvern did eventually pull away, but the Mienshao was ready to wipe his eyes clean, much to the sudden flinch from the Noivern. Mu stood there with his hand out instead, looking away as to not seem expectant of Velir to do something that'd let him get a grip on him again and soon he felt the dragon type's face briskly wipe clean on his offered extension. Mu ignored the snot for the sake of continuing to be a good Samaritan.
"All out...?" he dared to ask, keeping his hands up so it didn't look like he were hiding or plotting or whatever. Velir nodded and his reddened eyes gazed back at him.
"...who told you...?" Mu rubbed the back of his neck with his clean hand and felt his face flush.
"Your uh...companion told me. A Mothim. Though it doesn't sound like you two are great friends right now."
Velir hung his head low and he sniffled again. "He hates me...He didn't even bother me after what happened and I lashed out at him...*sniff* I doubt he'll forgive me..."
"Hey now." Mu made a bold move in placing a hand on Velir's shoulder, predicting the sudden tension in the muscles underneath the skin but he pressed on. "He can't hate you forever. Sure, it's right to be angry that your friend attacked you in fear but he knows that you needed space. He'll know to forgive you if you approach him."
"I dunno..."
"Trust me. Well, trust me on that notion. No one can hate you forever-you've done nothing but good from what I can tell. I owe you my life after all."
"You don't...owe me anything...I tried to push you out...I tried to k-kill you..." Yeah, that did happen. Velir had a good point about that, but Mu shrugged it off.
"To be fair, you were defending yourself. Like I said, you have every right not to trust me since I'm a guy. But I will ask...is to let me help you with healing. It won't be immediate, but...I want to try."
Velir looked back to him, eyes burning with skepticism and curiosity. Healing? You don't exactly recover from trauma-you recover from what caused it in the first place but it'll stay with you for a while. "And how do you plan on that...?"
Mu didn't answer, instead smiling for a moment before kissing Velir on the snout. The gesture made him freeze, then slowly look towards the Mienshao like he were crazy. Even with the situation, a small blush grew on his face. But still...
"I don't th-think I'm ready for that..." His hand pushed Mu away but there was no force to it. It was just there, on his chest. So Mu used that to get his other hand and hold them both with his own.
"Then we'll do it your way. It may not be the best idea...but it's better than thinking about it so much. They may have done things their way...but I'm here to be yours on your terms. No rushing, no force. Whatever _you _want to happen, I'll follow suit."
Velir looked at him like he were losing it and asked him a question, eyebrow perked up and everything. But the sincerity in Mu's face-and even moreso in his eyes-brought Velir to see that the Mienshao was genuine about correcting his thoughts about...sex. If that's what he was suggesting. Their hands had been together for quite sometime now, but finally the wyvern squeezed Mu's hands and interlaced his fingers with them.
"...okay...Just don't judge me, o-okay...? I was a virgin when-"
"Ah, shhh-shhh-shhh. None of that." Mu quickly dis engaged that statement with a rushed hand to Velir's mouth, keeping him quiet before pulling away. "That time is over, and frankly it doesn't count. No intimacy means you still have your virginity in my book."
While that's very far from how it works at any rate, Velir found the claim amusing enough to smile for the first time since they've been stuck in here together and curtly nodded. "Okay...I'm a virgin."
"Alright. I'll follow your lead as promised. Show me what you want to do first." Velir did nothing for what felt like minutes, Mareep-ishly gazing between the damp floor and Mu before nudging him backwards. This led the Mienshao to assume the wyvern wanted him laying down and he let himself fall back to grant the timid dragon his wish. With him on top, things slowly felt hopeful for the once hopeless romantic. With Mu looking up at him in wonder however, Velir's blush came blazing back again and he awkwardly coughed again.
"You're n-not gonna judge me...right?" Velir seemed adamant on making sure that Mu didn't suddenly get so apprehensive of the wyvern's actions and make him feel self-conscious. Though Mu shook his head and splayed his arms outward.
"Nothing you will do will make me judge you. I swear on my mother." She's long passed into the higher realms of gentle spirits, so that's a story for another time. Velir shakily accepted Mu's claim and...turned around so that his butt was mere inches from his muzzle. This was definitely not something Mu was expecting from the wyvern at all, but it wasn't the end of it, it seemed, as no sooner did it lift up off of his collar did Velir take to a nuzzling to Mu's crotch. A sixty-nine, if you will. Velir's butt was barely visible with the dim lighting the cave got but lightning flashes definitely helped the curious Mienshao see that pink hole. It was clean-thankfully-but no amount of darkness or dark skin in general could hide the damage of that traumatic experience. Berries could heal wounds, not scars.
Mu took this gesture as a reason to help aid Velir in getting in the mood, lifting his head up towards the wyvern's raised-up rear and giving that taint a lick from where it ended and that genital slit dragons were famous for began to his tail base. That got a jolt from the anxious wyvern and it looked like he made a bad move, but his butt remained within reach and his nudging eventually got him to licking Mu's hardening cock in response. Seems the light was still green for Mu. Better not waste it.
Using his hands to keep that hole bare and exposed, Mu went in again to lick up the surface of it, tasting the sweet juices of berries long eaten, the earthy musk that a butt always had-but thankfully not overwhelming-and eventually the dirt from sitting alone in here. He ignored the majority of that and focused on that hole, trying to get it to relax like he wanted out of the Noivern himself. Meanwhile Velir's first attempt at a blowjob he wasn't being forced into felt like a dream he had months ago; he expected that shaft to jump up and cram its way down his throat at Mu's will but it stayed put awaiting for his touch, he expected Mu to reached down and pin the wyvern to his crotch while he pushed into him, and he was expectant of a punch that furthered damaged his poor anus that led to an arm elbow-deep inside of his guts. But none of those fears-however unrealistic with how Mu presented himself-came to light and before Velir knew it he was slowly slipping his maw upon the Mienshao's endowment and letting it travel past his lips and tongue to the back of his throat.
Such a warm space was not met without reaction, Mu grunting from the heat that Velir's breathing offered his cock and the general compact feeling of his mouth around him. Against his better judgment, Mu was glad Velir actually knew how to tend to someone's penis when it was in his mouth-teeth had roused up as a concern when he got started leaving that taint coated in saliva. Though that didn't seem to be all Velir wanted to play with, as Mu's loins found themselves being fondled with such care that he almost forget that those same hands nearly pushed him out of the cave with their gentle presence around his testes. No time to dwell on that, however, for his had a job to do.
His tongue didn't have any flavor to scoop up from beneath Velir's tail but there was plenty more packed inside of his rosebud for sure. So, one more bold move brought Mu face-first between the wyvern's ass and his tongue pushing past the ring of muscle used to keep that hole from being accessed by anything of its size or bigger without force. It held tough, keeping from letting him in easy and making him circle around it instead of trying to go straight through to convince it to ease up. Soon, the almost throbbing tension began to ebb away and his tongue flowed in like a river down a path. He had been right, Velir's butt held lots of promise in terms of appeal for his tongue, but alas he could tell that exploring any deeper would not only be very problematic for the Noivern with all these "bland scrapes" around his slick organ but impossible as by the time the base of his tongue was at its limit his lips were kissing that hole like it were lips.
Velir's squirming picked up as even with his damaged ass being treated gingerly, his arousal began to slide out into view and lay across Mu's chest, leaving his blush to grow until his face was hot and his breathing grew in temperature. His mouth found the strength to take Mu all the way to the base and his nose huffed in the musk that was barely hidden by the Mienshao's cleaning tendencies. In fact, Velir breathed in as much as he could in one sitting before reluctantly pulling himself up to where he felt satisfied before slipping back down with a snort from his nostrils. He kept this up, taking every inch until the tip began to slightly bulge out of his throat before pulling up to a point where only his muzzle was filled with the salty flesh and letting it get back inside of him to prevent any cold winds from making it soft. His hands made sure to keep Mu's balls involved and even pulled them down like clothes as if to stimulate an urge to shoot.
And he was not left high and dry as precum joined his saliva in keeping Mu's cock lubed and erect. The Mienshao himself had moaned into Velir's ass, tongue forced to vibrate and wriggled about as it was pushed in and pulled back to simulate thrusting and left a few strings of pre to soak Mu's belly fur while the two of them worked each other to the peak. Mu had experience but rarely partook in sex, and Velir was technically virgin but had no experience with genuine pleasure; essentially it was anyone's guess to who'd be the first to fall off from the highest point of their bliss to climax. The more they administered their actions to each other, the more precum both of their cocks produced. Mu's began to throb the more time went on, letting Velir's ass completely encompass his vision so he could do no more than let it quiver on his tongue while he found a good space to keep going as fast as he could. All the while Velir's head was bobbing like a lure on a fishing rod, being brave enough to gyrate his motions so that it _felt _like Mu was going deeper inside of him but wasn't actually doing so and taking in whatever musk he could siphon off the gooch*.
In the end of it all minutes later, Velir found himself whining into Mu's crotch, cum splurting from his cock in repressed streams of pearly white that painted Mu like a canvas having a brush splatter over it; Mu followed suit as the throes of orgasm made Velir squeeze around the sensitive head of his tender organ, seed pouring down his throat and finding a home inside the wyvern's stomach. The two of them huffed for what felt like hours before they were just panting into each other. Mu pulled out of Velir and Velir pulled off of Mu and they found themselves looking each other in the eye as the Noivern lifted his rear off the Mienshao's head and looked at him.
"...Thank you..." That smile. It was the kind of charming one that was destroyed by trauma, held together with tape but willing to come together. Mu smiled back and nodded.
"I'll do anything for you, so it's no problem." Mu's tongue held a lot of that butt on its taste buds, so no doubt it'll take quite some scrubbing to get the flavor of dragon ass off his breath so people don't question it. Velir eventually moved off of Mu, feeling the moist sensation of saliva on his taint and squirming from how warm yet cold it left his ass. But...he giggled. For the first time, he felt giddy that he just had a romp of intimacy with someone he just met and it didn't end painfully. Though Mu wasn't deaf.
"Something I said?" The Mienshao got on his elbows, content with being on the ground as to not ruin the mood.
"No no, just...I really...enjoyed that. I'm sorry that I can't do more right now...but..." That giddiness became timidity again, only for Mu to catch Velir's blushing face again. "Maybe we could...I dunno...try that again sometime?"
Oh. "Sure thing, Velir." At that, Velir bopped himself on the noggin.
"Crap, uh...What's your...name?" It felt silly to ask after he had the Mienshao beneath him to suck him off to climax while his butt was given the best treatment it's had in almost a year.
"Mu. M-U. Not to confuse it with Mew." That tends to get questions when he's asked to spell it out on paper, so he's prepared to help someone understand.
"Well Mu...I hope to see you again." Velir nodded, but a somber finality proved to be rather abrupt to end things off as he made to fly out of the cave.
Until he was shoved back inside to collide with Mu by the gale winds outside. Rolling back into the wall, they ended up side-by-side and got a laugh out of both of them. Velir felt a sweatdrop fall down his head and he chuckled.
"Guess not. Looks like we're stuck here until the storm stops..."
"No worries." Mu scooted around for his bag until his hand found it, digging into the large compartment before taking out a folded parchment. Undoing its neat state brought out a blanket to sleeep on-or under if it gets too cold. "I got a solution to keep us safe while we're here."
"That'd be great, but..." Velir trailed off, leaving Mu to look at him in question before the wyvern pointed at him and he looked down. Velir's cum streams were still on his fur and and were steadily trailing down to his waist. Mu coughed and made to wipe it off, but Velir stopped his hands from moving with his own after dashing over. What he did brought a shudder to Mu's spine; the wyvern got down and licked each trail of of his spunk off the Mienshao's torso, catching the farthest ones before getting the ones closer to his chest. When he was done, he left Mu's slightly moist body with a kiss and got back down. Flustered state aside, Mu joined his new friend on the cave floor and brought the blanket over the two of them so they could rest. And sleep came for them like a bird of prey within minutes, staring each other in the eye before they were out cold.
By the time the clouds were nothing more than white fluff that glided through the sky like icebergs wading through, that cave had been flooded over by the high tide that wasted no time crashing over the entrance. But nothing remained inside.
No, the two companions had long since moved on from there, on a journey to a place for Velir to call home-for now-and only a crudely carved marking of Mu's design being the only thing left inside.
It'd be soon eroded by water, but all it needed to say was "Here to be healed".
Apologies if you were hoping they would get busier than that, but I doubt that a victim of rape would be jumping at the opportunity to butt sex. Maybe we'll see them in the future. Who knows?
But rest assured, Mu's gonna need to start investing in toothpaste if Velir's gonna be having the say in what they do in private.
Anyhow, y'all have a good one. Leave your thoughts on this, as they matter the most when you think they don't.
Toodles.