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“There's Something about Moblins"

It was roughly six o'clock in the morning, Pause woke up laying in the middle of his bed, his arms and legs sprawled out under the spinning fan above. It was hot. So very hot. It was the height of summer and he'd spent half the night trying to keep cool. He was tired and he didn't want to get up; but he knew that at some point or another he would have to anyway.

Pause sat up and slid out of his bed, in the dark of the bedroom, he stumbled over some clothes that had been left out as he made his way to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he looked himself in the mirror, a pair of tired cerulean blue eyes staring back at him through a mess of sky blue long hair. For a moment, he could swear he heard something, but as he turned the shower off again, he couldn't hear anything. Shrugging he returned to his shower; he ran his fingers through his long, thick hair, taking care not to thwack his thick fish-like tail against the wall of the shower and after a long, thorough wash he stepped out and dried himself off with a nearby towel. Pause brushed his hair back into its long ponytail and taking a small string of beads, tied it neatly back over his shoulders before returning to his room. He dressed in his typical dark gray shirt and pants, then pulled on a black hoodie that draped over his lithe frame like a blanket. It was a daily routine he'd gotten into the habit of, and not a lot changed beyond that, as he put on his glasses and readied his phone, he stopped in his tracks; he could hear the sound again. To him, it seemed like some sort of a high pitched noise that beeped from his living room.

He made his way to the living room and looked around in confusion, trying to pinpoint the sound that had once again faded from his perception. As he rounded the couch he looked at his television and spotted an old game console on the top of it. His old Nintendo silhouetted in the darkness gave the strange beeping noise and with a confused sigh of relief, he put his hand over his chest and made his way over to it. Wondering if there was a short causing it to respond like this, he looked it over and spotted the power cord. The device was unplugged. “What in the...?" He froze as all of a sudden his television came to life and turned on, suddenly blinding him with a wall of white that illuminated the entire room. “AHH!" He recoiled back slightly as he heard the familiar sound of the Legend of Zelda theme playing over the screen. But...but how?

There was a sudden overwhelming gust of wind that flopped his hair back like a banner and as he put his next foot back behind him, he could feel grass under it. Opening his eyes again, he was stunned to see that somehow he was... someplace different. He gasped and put a hand on his head in confusion as he now looked up into the bright and open sky looming overhead. “Where... where am I?" He asked.

***

It had already been six months since the day Pause appeared in Hyrule; and he'd only found out where he had ended up when he came across a quaint village. It was a small but central location that he'd become familiar with over the months and as he was planning on an expedition to find a way back home, he'd come to consider it a place he could call his home away from home. The community was mixed for the most part, Hylians tended to share the space with other species, like Moblins or the Gorons, who came in for trade and drink. During one particularly nasty day with a storm outside that was enough to shake the entire continent it seemed, Pause ran his way across the village, seeking shelter from the downpour and thrust himself into the tavern. Immediately, he felt his anxiety kick in as the tavern was far more crowded than it usually was, Pause's face went red under his white fur and his small pink nose wiggled in response to that. Gorons taking up the majority of the hall, but also he spotted some humans and some Moblins in other adjoining corners. He inhaled sharply and steadied his pack strapped over his shoulder.

“Oy! Pause!" The innkeeper bellowed for him to approach.

Atnom was a kind older man with a big belly and even bigger muscles that ran the inn and the tavern for the entire town. His wife Stena often stayed upstairs, but occasionally came down to lend a hand. They were the first he'd met upon arriving here and they'd given him more help than he could ever have imagined. He managed to overcome his more introverted nature and became close friends with them, even being named the godfather of their baby boy. A new surge of confidence rushed through him and he waded his way through the crowd toward the bar to approach him. “Atnom... it's good to see you again s-sir..." He said shyly.

Atnom's face lit red with a humble embarrassment and he laughed. “Oh c'mon. “Sir" was my father." He laughed haughtily, slapping Pause on the back. “Look, I got your map by the way."

“Y-you did?"

Atnom nodded and extracted a small roll of parchment from under the counter and handed it to him. Pause opened the scroll and studied the map and the many, many corners of Hyrule he had yet to explore. He knew there had to be a way home, if somehow he'd come here there had to be a way back. He looked up into Atnom's face which was now a pair of green eyes staring into his own. “You really doing this lad? I mean venturing out on your own it sounds kind of...risky. Especially for a young man like yourself."

“Y-yes." Pause admitted softly, not taking his eyes back off the map. “I'm afraid I have to."

Atnom shrugged and sighed. “Well I ain't your pop, so it's not my place to point out the dangers of striking out on your own...but it is dangerous to go alone." He added.

“Thanks." Pause said, slowly looking up from his scroll.

Pause had meant to look directly at the innkeep, but his eye instead spotted a shimmering purple stone and the shimmer led his eyes to meet a pair of blue Moblin eyes staring at him from the dark corner of the room. His eyes unblinking for a moment, the stone in his hand actually somewhat captivating. As their eyes met, the creature tilted his head curiously and Pause immediately turned away, looking at Atnom again. “You sure you know what you're getting into?"

“M-me? Yes... I mean if I want to try and get home I can't exactly stay around the village forever. You guys have done so much for me already."

“You shouldn't even worry about that lad. You're like a son to us..."

Pause blushed. “I appreciate that." He said “But I've got to get back." He adjusted his glasses. “I just don't belong here."

“Planning to leave soon?"

“Now that I have this map, I'll probably leave tomorrow morning." He said.

Atnom smiled broadly and nodded. “Well... hope to see you back soon, but until then... safe travels. Yeah?" He extended a hand out.

Pause looked at Atnom's thick, calloused hands and reached his more delicate soft paw out, grasping it and shaking it heartily. “Yes. Until then." He said with a confident smile.

Pause moved away from the bar, looking back to where he saw the Moblin a few moments before, and found he was no longer there. His mind still felt strange from that purple glow of the stone he was holding; even as he closed his eyes, he could still feel its glow pulsing in the back of his mind. What exactly was that all about?

Pause lay in his bed, the storms had passed over, and as he glanced out he could see the stars shimmering in the sky outside his window. He was naked as per usual when he would go to bed when he heard the latch click at his door. The sound made him jump.

“Who's there?" He whispered aloud as he sat up and looked around.

There was nothing but the darkness in his empty room. He breathed a sigh of relief and slowly fell back onto his pillow. He could still feel it; that pulsing in his mind from seeing the Moblin's stone earlier, but he had no idea where these feelings were coming from. Placing a hand over his face, he tried to forget having seen it and how the stone made his mind race with strange and unfamiliar sensations.

Pause pulled his hand from his eyes, and let out a long, slow gasp for air. The Moblin was over him, staring down at him from above. He tried to speak, but his nerves caught in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound. As the Moblin leaned in even closer, the white pupils in his brilliantly blue eyes were focused on him and him alone. HIs large framed, muscular body so much bigger than his own as he placed a hand on Pause's chest and leaned in closer. His claws dug in; his dirt brown fur looking almost black against the darkness of the night. He let out a deep resounding growl, his lips coming so close to Pause's face that he could feel the heat of his breath drying out his nose. His heavy loincloth draping over Pause's leg, those deep blue eyes, those burning white pupils glowing brighter now.

“Ahh..ahh!" Pause gasped in surprise, his heart was racing as the man then dragged his tongue along his neck, his body trembling. He didn't know what to say, he didn't know how to act he just wanted...wanted to...

***

Pause jolted awake and sat upright in his bed. He looked out the window and saw that the dawn was just barely peeking over the horizon, sending a soft, warm glow of light through his room. His chest was still pounding, he was sweating heavily and he put a hand over his still-throbbing heart to try and slow it down some. “Just--just a dream." He said to himself. “It was just a dream."

But what a dream it was, after his body finally started to settle down he began to dress himself for the journey ahead of him. The sun had only half-risen over the horizon by the time he stepped out into the misty morning. The cool air felt good as it washed over his ankle and up his pants legs. He checked his phone, which had somehow maintained a charge after so long and he could see that in his world it was nearly seven at night. There was roughly an eleven or twelve hour difference, and he always used that to gauge his times. He slung the satchel over his shoulder and started to make his way out of the village, turning back briefly at the edge to glance on this place that had been his home for half a year already. But he breathed. He was ready to return home. He needed to get back to his life, and he wasn't going to find the answers sitting in the village forever.

As Pause turned back to greet the road, his eyes fell upon a brown Moblin near the gate. He was staring at him, his head tilted ever-so slightly as their eyes met. Pause felt a flush of shyness wash over him and he gave him a brief wave before continuing on. As he passed the beast, the Moblin raised a hand toward Pause, causing the latter's tail to flick instinctively in response. Putting his palm out, he was surprised to see the stone he'd spotted the night before fall into his hand.

“F-for me?"

The Moblin didn't answer. Most of them never spoke, and this one was no exception. But he leaned in encouragingly and nodded, putting his now-empty hand on Pause's shoulder. His teeth white against the darker light of the early morning under the shadow of the gate above them.

“Well...thank you but." He tried to hand it back, but the Moblin shook his head, pushing Pause's hand back toward him. “Thank you." He repeated softly before pocketing the stone.

Seemingly pleased, the Moblin nodded again and simply walked off, leaving a confused Pause behind to stare in awe. After a time, Pause continued on his journey, crossing the bridge and soon the village had been left far behind.

It seemed like time flowed different outside the sleepy village he'd gotten used to; as the day passed into night, then back to day again. Then again, and again as he wandered the plains, following his map he began to grow a little disoriented. Pause eventually got turned around at the similar landscapes and lack of many defining landmarks. On the fifth night, he lost his tent flap he used for shelter due to the wind and it was so consistent that he couldn't even use his flint to light a campfire, forcing him to sleep out in the open.

The next morning, he woke again, exhausted and feeling a little dehydrated as he headed out to continue his journey. Relying more on his compass than the map, he eventually found himself in a massive area of grassland. Looking behind him, he could see the area he had left behind, but in front of him there were miles upon miles of plains, the only land formations looked far away, not just one day, but a several days hike lay ahead of him and he was no less lost than he had been two days ago. Frustrated, Pause found a small cluster of boulders and seated himself upon them, stretching his legs out he laid back and looked into the sky. He watched the clouds pass for several minutes before finally sitting up again.

His pocket was warm, and Pause reached in and pulled out the stone given to him the other day. He turned it over and over in his hands, his fingers feeling a strange pulse of energy that vibrated through him. He watched the stone illuminate and dull again and again, like some sort of a beacon between his fingers. His gaze peered into the object and all of a sudden he looked around and it felt like it was a lot later in the day.

“Oh man, I better get moving." He said to himself as he hopped down from the rocks and began to walk.

After about an hour, Pause slowed down again. He pulled the scrolled up map from his pack and looked over it again, tracing his finger along his route, concentrating as he tried to figure out the direction. As his finger traced along, he suddenly noticed something very odd; a shadow, not cast by him now covering the scroll. His hand froze and he looked up to see the looming face of a Moblin hanging over him. His eyes were fixed on the map just as Pause's had been and his mouth was wide open in an almost grotesque smile.

“YUAH!" Pause shrieked in surprise before turning so suddenl that his foot didn't follow the twist and something in his ankle popped. He yelled again as the Moblin stared at him in confusion, watching Pause fall to the ground. He clutched his ankle and winced, feeling the sprain shoot through his leg. “Wh-what-what are you doing here?" He asked the Moblin.

The Moblin merely tilted his head and then picked up the map Pause dropped. He pointed at it, and then pointed out toward the northern-most mountains. And then he pointed at the map again. There was a flutter of wind, and it carried the Moblin's strange scent right into Pause's nose, he shuddered as he smelled it, his body felt like it was pulsing the same as that stone was and he cleared his throat. “Y-you're... you're pointing me the way, aren't you?" He asked. Again, the Moblin's head tilted and he rose up, as if his body was growing larger the longer he was looking at him. Pause grunted as he felt the ache in his ankle. “Well...I don't think I'm going anywhere tonight." He looked up at the sky, dark clouds encroaching from the east told him that it was going to be a nasty night at that. “And I don't even have my tent to--whaaa?" He shrieked in surprise as the creature suddenly scooped him up into his large arms.

Suddenly, Pause felt his heart racing as his head rested against the Moblin's collarbone and without so much of a word, started to walk with Pause cradled in his arms. “What are you doing, where are you taking me?"

The Moblin looked at Pause, then pointed at the sky and then pointed at a nearby area of sparse-looking trees without breaking his stride. “Look, I understand you're trying to find us shelter, but trees are the last place we need to be when a storm comes up don't you know--..." He paused and shook his head. “M-maybe not... but it's dangerous, where are you taking me?"

The Moblin responded by eagerly pulling Pause closer to his chest and breaking into a run.

Pause didn't mind, there was something about the way he smelled that felt intoxicating, the feel of his long fingers clutching under his backside, the way his head kept bumping into the creature's shoulder, every feel of his muscles flexing against him it only made his heart race as if he were running too.

The rain had started to drizzle down too as they entered the wooded areas, and seconds later they were caught in a torrential downpour and suddenly they were plunged into a heavy darkness. It was then that Pause realized he wasn't running for shelter in the trees, but headed for the nearby hillsides just beyond the trees, the dark entrance of a small cave could be seen between flashes of lightning and Pause covered his ears for the booming of thunder that followed each of them. Soon they were now standing in the mouth of the cave; the Moblin had stepped inside and gently let Pause back to the ground. He rested his hand against the wall as the beast began to ignite several candles around the cave's entrance. As he moved inward, Pause saw a makeshift fireplace and with a wave of his hand, the Moblin ignited the flames, bringing the fireplace to life.

“This is your home, huh?"

Pause looked back only to see the Moblin abruptly taking his loincloth off, letting it fall to the floor and revealing his massive, naked body. “Oh! Wow. That...uhh...that wasn't expected." He said, his face aflame with embarrassment as he tried not to look directly at him.

The Moblin didn't seem bashful, he walked over to Pause, and picked him up. He carried him to the chair he'd laid his loincloth next to and sat him down next to the fire. He examined Pause's hoodie for a moment, and then pulled it off, leaving him in a t-shirt that was dry. When he realized that, he let out a snort of contentment and then headed across the room. He looked like he was milling about a rudimentary kitchen. Pause watched for a moment, then looked back to see the loincloth on the floor. Careful not to be seen, Pause picked up the wet leather and placed it to his nose, giving it a long, deep inhale.

He wasn't sure if this was just his imagination, but he could pick up a strong, musky smell on the loincloth. It was wet and limp in his hand, but he could definitely pick up a masculine scent. After several hours spent pressed against his cock, it still smelled more of the Moblin than it did of the rain that had drenched the fabric. The smell was exhilarating. He suddenly couldn't get enough of it and pressed the fabric to his nose, inhaling more and more heavily as he did so. He was getting hard, and suddenly he couldn't stop. Even as his flesh pressed against his pants, he knew he just wanted more. His thoughts began to wither away and he was only distracted for a brief moment by the constant pulsing in his pants pocket.

He looked at the Moblin again, whose back was still turned, his eyes fell down to his butt, then below it to that thick massive cock and balls that dangled under him. As he did so he pulled the stone from his pocket and he looked at it again; this time, the rock had begun to glow tremendously, even closing his hand around it he could see the glow shining through his fingers, showing his flesh and bone underneath as it was now unable to block out the glow. Thinking quickly, he threw the stone into the fire and there was a loud 'CRACK!' and a pulse of light shot from it, encompassing him. It faded away and Pause lay on the seat, panting with a renewed vigor to his arousal. He looked at the Moblin again, but it was as if nothing had happened. He was making something, but he couldn't quite see. He turned back to the loincloth and smelled it again, this time the odor sending tingles to every appendage on his body, even making his toes curl. He couldn't get enough of it and gave a soft moaning sigh.

As he looked again toward the Moblin he could see him standing beside him now with a pair of cups in his hands, he stared at Pause, whose face was red with embarrassment...or maybe something more. His eyes were at level with the Moblin's hardening member, which throbbed visibly growing firmer by the moment only inches from the other male's face. Slowly, the Moblin placed one of the cups on a table behind Pause, and then much more rapidly, he grabbed Pause by the back of his head and pushed him rather aggressively into his crotch.

As Pause's face hit that musky underside, he felt the loincloth drop from his hand as he was now getting its experience first hand. He let out a loud gasp of surprise and he grabbed the Moblin's thick, round orbs as he pushed his face into the beast's taint underneath. His heart was pounding and he suddenly began to lose control. He let out a moan and began to drag his tongue along that sweaty underside, tasting his sweat and smelling his sex there. The Moblin placed down his other cup and used his other hand to help press Pause's head into his crotch. He let out a growl of lust, his hips bucking forward as his flesh dragged over the smaller creature's clothes, getting harder and harder as he did so.

Pause's hands moved up the Moblin's hips, running along his torso and then coming forward to slide across the beast's abdomen, his fingers contouring every muscle he could reach. As he pulled away, his nose dragged over the Moblin's crotch and he started to move up, running his tongue over his flesh as he climbed up. Standing up in his chair, Pause's hands continued to climb and his tongue crawled up the Moblin's stomach, then the chest and as he approached the beast's arms, the Moblin curled them up slightly, exposing his armpits. They were ripe, but that only intoxicated Pause further as he dug his nose into the beast's pits, inhaling deeply and huffing out blasts of hot air from his nose and mouth. It was clear the Moblin was enjoying this too, from the sounds and growls of pleasure he let out as Pause lost all control and let the scent take over every one of his senses.

“What's ha-happening?" He asked, trying to push his mind out of this haze, but before Pause could answer himself, he felt the Moblin's hand grab him and hoist him off the chair, laying him hard onto the stone floor.

With a single motion, the Moblin swiped Pause's shirt off him and then grabbed him by the waistband of his pants, pulling him completely free from their confines. He loomed over Pause, a burning lust in his eyes now as he took his turn and dragged his tongue across Pause's chest, making him howl and tremble passionately. “Oh f-fuck..." He whispered.

The Moblin turned, clearly not done yet as he reversed himself on top of Pause, his ass looming over Pause's face. Pause gasped as the Moblin then pressed it down onto his head. He could feel the beast's balls his cock everything pulse as his face connected with his ass, and he gave an insistent growl. The musk here was more intense than ever and as Pause's hands roamed over the Moblin's ass he began to pull the cheeks down onto him. He felt his underwear against his crotch, his cock peeking through the waistband, much to the Moblin's pleasure. The Moblin pulled back the fabric and then began to press his nose to it, his tongue slurping down and wrapping around Pause's flesh, making him jolt in pleasure as he was increasingly lost in the thick butt now practically smothering him. The musk was so strong here that he couldn't even think, his mind was blank with this pleasure and any hope to resist something like this was long out the window. Pause moaned and began to tickle his tongue along the length of the Moblin's taint, tasting him from balls to hole as he felt his insistent tongue drive his cock into his mouth again and again.

Pause wasn't going to last long like this, his body was shaking, but he couldn't say anything. He couldn't object or ask the Moblin to slow down. It was as if he were under some possession. He didn't want to slow down, he wanted this scent to last forever. “Mmmpphh... MMMMPPHHH!" He cried out, his voice muffled by the beast riding his face as he came hard and fast into the Moblin's waiting mouth. The Moblin doubled down, gripping his cock tighter and adding suction to the moment to drink every drop that was jetting into his throat. After several moments, Pause felt his orgasm begin to fade and that's when the beast turned again. His massive, needy cock now brushing over and leaking onto Pause's soft white fur. Pause's tail thumped to the floor and the Moblin then raised his legs up high--higher...and higher until they were rested on his shoulders. He leaned forward with a lustful grin as the tip of his member rested against Pause's hole.

Pause wasn't sure if it would fit...but he didn't object, he couldn't care less. He just knew he wanted this so badly that his hands were shaking. He pulled the Moblin closer and he felt him sink into his ass, pressing against his hole and then breeching it. “AHH!" Pause shouted as a brief moment of pain then lingered into a passionate pleasure and he gasped loudly, feeling the Moblin rock into his body. “Oh... f-f-..." He couldn't finish the word, every time he tried, the beast's massive body compressed him, holding him to the floor as his muscular arms tightened around his head, pinning him to the floor. His eyes rolled back, his hands tightened around the Moblin's neck and he felt him plunge in deeper and faster. Their lips met, then their tongues met in a hard, searing kiss that made him lose all self control. The Moblin thrust in harder, scooting Pause across the floor a little bit, his eagerness showing in his insistence as he growled lustfully into Pause's mouth, his growling growing more intense by the moment as Pause himself felt his cock resurging between them, getting harder and harder until he could feel a second climax starting to build. Their lips parted, a watery drizzle of saliva webbing between them as they stared into each other's eyes.

“Ahhhh! Haaaaahhh!" Pause climaxed again, his entire body rocking hard in convulsions against the ever insistent Moblin. It didn't take him long to let out a long guttural roar himself as he too unleashed a heavy torrent of heat that pulsed hard into Pause's body; excessively filling him to the brink and beyond as he began to spill copiously out onto the floor under them.

After the torrents finished, the pair lay together for several minutes, locked in each other's arms, the Moblin's cock lodged deep in the smaller furry Pause as they writhed and rested in the thick, heavy smell of their afterglow.

The next morning came with the passing of the storm in the night. A soft glow filtering into the dimly lit cave, filling it with more light than Pause expected as he slowly roused from a deep sleep. The pair had climbed into the Moblin's bunk at some point in the night, their naked bodies still pressed hard against one another as the Moblin clutched at him possessively. Pause held onto the beast's arm and sighed contentedly. He'd never had this in his world...maybe...maybe it was a good thing he found this place after all. Maybe he and this Moblin could stay together? As he looked at the light filling the cave he sighed again and felt the beast lick and nuzzle his neck.

“Yes...maybe I can stay here." He said to himself, before slowly dozing off into a deep sleep.

THE END