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© Tsumi Moogle '16 Characters Themselves. When he had gone through with the change, it had been under the most dire of circumstances. They had a kingdom, their kingdom to rescue. And it would take nothing short of divine intervention to get them there. He recalled the ritual, the way the chamber had hummed and thrummed with power, though whether that had been latent, or the sound of the other moogles in their chanting and fervant prayer, he couldn't recall. He had savored a final day of being mortal, preparing himself for what lay ahead, a fine meal, a comfortable, warm body.. he had bathed and purified himself, laid himself bare at the heart of the carefully studied circle, and at the pinnacle of the summoning, been washed away.

Just as their enemies had been in his wake. The tide of the ongoing battle having switched from subtle and indirect, to out and forward resistance. And with the magicks he'd wielded, those that held the castle, and those strong points in the windy, hilly city, had fallen. In the wake of their victory, he had taken the crown, by fervent request of his followers. And all had seemed well. Or so he had thought.

It was little things, the way his body scarcely needed rest, the way he didn't feel overly hot, or cold.. The way food held taste, but never seemed to make him full, that made Ludash aware of the oddities of his new position, both political and physical. He began waiving his meals, offering the large catered banquets worth of food to those out on the streets who were rebuilding their lives after the upheaval. Their smiles, their eager thanks brought a smile to his face and gentle glow to his pom, but as he bowed and turned, walking his way back to the castle, he couldn't help subconsciously holding a hand over his stomach. Feeling the odd sensation within, akin to hunger, yet different by the same token.

He almost never left his throne, as the days passed when he became consciously aware of the queer noises his stomach made. the soft burbling groans, needy, demanding. But he put them aside, when his subjects came before him, bowing in their requests, or their thanks and praise. Smiling, though it never properly reached his eyes when they brought him bountiful gifts of food. In his former life, he would have leapt at the rich meals and succulent fruits. But here and now, his eyes lingered more on the sun-tanned fur of the farmer mog, the way his fur shifted from bronze to gold, like honey.. The king quietly pondered to himself if the moogle tasted as much.. And how he would feel, sliding into his gullet, pressing out against his stomach from within.. If he would make the ache of his stomach pass-

No. He closed his eyes, pushing the thought from his mind, and smiling again to the farmers, seeing them on their way.. Particularly before his stomach began making demands.. He was better than that. His servants, those closest to him, watched, with uncertain eyes as their lord passed. Making from his throne to his sleeping quarters. His great footpaws dragging, and his form shaking a little. Though Ludash was great; immense and strong, he seemed weak, as if there was no spirit to him.. Looking between each other, two of his servants shared a silent epiphany.

*****

'My lord, k'po. Master Ludash?' Spoke the yellow furred moogle, blushing as he stood before the king. There was no response, with Ludash's shadowed eyes gazing out over his otherwise empty hall, glassy-eyed as if he were a thousand miles from his kingdom. His body was immobile.. his thick silken drapes though, awkwardly tented. The servant tried his best to ignore it as he approached, gently reaching to shake his lord's arm. 'Master Ludash, sire!' he squeaked, and at last Ludash's reverie snapped. The large primal of a moogle blinked, and looking to the source of the voice, he gave a weary smile. 'S'matter?' he slurred, before his hazey mind took in the odd brush of fabric over his lap. He caught a glance of his own arrousal from the corner of his eye, and awkwardly shifted in his large throne to cover it. His stomach gave an aching squirsh.

'My appologies to disturb you, master.. but-.. I.. and several others have been dreadfully worried for you, kupo.. You haven't been yourself at all these past few days. ..But we think we've finally figured out a solution!' quipped the little moogle, smiling hopefully. 'Tass'.. S'nice of you.. but 'm fine.' The moogle lord yawned. Expansively. The gape of his jaws had the young servant staring, wide-eyed. '..Really, y'don't have t'worry bout me..'

Tass smiled gingerly. 'I wish it were that simple, my lord.. but I must insist. Please..?' he coaxed, resting his hands on the large blue moogle's. Ludash blinked down to the small form, splaying his ears and nodding with a sigh. 'Alright.. let's see it.' he murmured, stirring some, shifting to try and lift himself from a slouch he hadn't even realised he'd gotten into. Tass hopped delightedly on the spot and ran to the large doorway, hissing at someone, inviting them in rapidly.

The king's eyes followed the moogle, finding his tongue trailing his lips, before the doors opened, and several moogles padded in, hefting a large wooden table, with a positively enourmous bowl atop it. The bowl steamed readily, as if it had been just recently pulled from the fire, and after a moment or two, the smell of noodles hit the king's nostrils. He momentarily pursed his lips with a quiet sigh. It wouldn't help. It never did.

With the moogles he recognised though, was one smaller figure he didn't. The mog was an off-white colour, with the odd flecking of black, his pompom a soft moccha brown. His eyes stared up to the king with a look of incredible awe, a smile so earnest on his face, Ludash couldn't help a faint blush. His stomach gave an agonized groan.

The table was settled with a soft thud, the moogles rubbing their arms, bowing to the king before they excused themselves, leaving Tass and the unknown mogling. Silence fell in the hall for a few moments, before Tass stepped forwards again. 'My lord.. we realized when you stopped eating.. The charity has been gratefully accepted by the community, but you've had no substitute.. and not for lack of trying, we know.. Several of the others and I have been thinking though.. the ritual demanded a large amount of crystalized aether to imbue you. And you used a great deal in saving the city.. So perhaps it isn't 'food' that you need, but.. well.. aether.. and.. we used the last of our supplies in summoning your primal shape. It would be months before we could gather more from nearby towns.'

He spoke with an uncertain air, as though worried what Ludash would say when he finally caught on to what he was saying. The King though, had done just that, not long after Tass had got to his point. He stared some at the mogling, who blushed, still holding him with that worshipping air..

'So this young one..' Ludash murmured. 'He.. overheard our conversations.. and insisted.' Tass nodded quietly. The king sat quietly for several moments. '..f'you'd 'scuse us, Tass. I'll call f'I need 'nything..' Tass stared quietly, before nodding, bowing and padding from the room, giving the young Mogling's shoulder a squeeze before he vanished behind the heavy doors.

The primal's eyes rested on the little moogle's form. Slowly, he offered a hand, inviting the small form over. Taking the hand, the little mog found himself effortlessly lifted to rest on the king's leg. 'S'your name, little one..?' Ludash murmured, trying his best to keep his speech steady for the boy. 'E-..Elias, sire.' squeaked the little mog. 'I've been.. hoping for a chance to meet you, to thank you for what you've done, saving our homes, our lands.. my family..' He smiled softly, hugging on the king's arm, Ludash headtilting quietly. Neither of them noticed the hall's door opening a smidge, a sky-blue eye peering in.

'I did what I had to, I couldn't permit what was happening.. But.. that was in the past.. You are offering yourself for.. a very.. dangerous thing, you know that?' The king said softly. Defying the way his body screamed at him.. He refused to become what he and the others had sought to stop. 'I do, sire, k'po.. But.. it would be an honour, the greatest honour! You've done so much for us all, and you're suffering, k'po! It's not fair. If I can help you, even just a little bit, by.. by offering myself.. I'd do it over a hundred times.' The little speckled mog said stoutly, puffing out his chest, which Ludash softly brushed over with the backs of his fingers.

Crouched by the door, listening with his perked ears, Tsumi blushed quietly. Elias was such a brave figure, offering himself up to the king like that.. Tass' considerations sounded perfectly logical.. but no one, not even himself had offered themselves up, until the mogling. Though the pink mog had come very close, nibbling his lip as he considered the primal.. If there were anyone he would give himself up for..

'That is.. very noble of you, Elias. And I can't deny I.. very much wish to accept. But-.. You are one of the subjects I fought to help.. What of your family..?' asked Ludash gingerly. 'They understand, k'po.' Elias crooned as he hugged on the primal mog's hand, nuzzling against it tenderly. 'But.. what if others come, trying to take over, because the old lord is no longer in power..? If you can't, then who would protect us? Helping you, means I get to protect my family, and my home.' Elias smiled as he peered up to the king. 'I'll be a part of the town's amazing protector.. Able to serve you, with every fibre of my being, kupo.' Ludash sat in silence, stunned by the mogling's words. He swallowed gently, as his mind and stomach quietly warred.. But finally, the moving words made the large moogle ease his arms about his subject, drawing him against his immense frame in a tender hug. '..Then I would very much like to accept your offer.. Though, if I may.. Why the noodles..?' Elias blushed and smiled. 'M-master Tass thought that.. going from food, to absorbing aether might be a little jarring.. given it's uhmm.. source.. So, he thought.. perhaps if it were served in a more familiar platter.'

The door inched open again as Tsumi knew the moment was at hand.. he bit his lip, watching the duo, his heart pounding a little, though certainly not as much as the mogling's.. The king couldn't help a wry smile as he nodded quietly. Helping Elias to the floor, he watched the young mog ease free of his simple robe, before clambering up onto the table, and with the king lifting him softly under the arms, eased into the large bowl of noodles, which had cooled a decent amount in the time they had been talking. Gasping gently for the thick heat all the same, Elias blushed, swallowing as he sank down, sitting among the thick noodles, and peering up to Ludash who stared over him, tongue trailing along his lips.

'..Th-thank you, Elias.. I will always remember you fondly.' Ludash murmured, reaching and lifting the huge bowl with both hands with ease. Guiding it to his lips, he parted his jaws, feeling the rich wash of flavoured water and the first strands of noodles snaking over his tongue. Elias squeaked as the bowl tipped. His seated legs sliding forwards, easing over the lip before too long, onto the soft, cushion that was his king's tongue. Lu's head tilting back, guided the mogling deeper, until the king felt the impediment of Elias' feet and calves squeezing into his gullet. He partly imagined he was about to choke, but some instinctive part of his brain guided him onwards, inviting him to swallow. The speckled moogle moaned gently, blushing as the heated flesh rippled, undulating and kneaded him downwards insistantly.

Lidding his eyes, Ludash moaned thickly about the boy.. as his flavour, like nothing else had, made his tastebuds tingle. His hands lifted the bowl higher, letting a dribble or two of the soup trickle his chin and bulging neck as he swallowed. The small figure, amidst the steady tide of slick, stringy noodles, sank deeper and deeper, his arms obligingly sinking to his sides, his feet stirring in the deep, tight depths of the king's gullet, before they passed into the tight space that awaited him below. Staring at the sight, kneeling and gasping gently, Tsumi's face burned.. One hand bracing the door, the other faintly tracing his torso, down until he found the aching tent in his loincloth. Stroking slowly as he admired the king in motion, and the mogling's enviable position.. He wondered silently what it felt like.. the jaws sealing about his shoulders.. whether Elias could feel the king's heartbeat..

He could, little though he had anyone to tell. The mogling panting as the cloying heat worked up his torso, those great jaws easily framing his shoulders and head. Squirming about gently, he crooned faintly. 'Th-.. thank you, my lord.. for protecting the town. For giving me this chance.' Elias murmured in a slightly higher tone, kissing at the king's tongue. The muscle softly enfolded about his head in an awkward approximation of a hug mixed with a kiss, before the jaws sealed shut with the last of the noodles pooling up. Elias held his breath, before the king took the final swallow, that sluiced him down, into the thick stewing pit of the great moogle's stomach. Coughing a little as he broke the surface, he blushed, pressing, rubbing along the walls, and feeling Ludash's hands stroking over him in kind.

'no, Elias..' Ludash hiccuped. It had been bare moments.. but he could feel it, in the way that the noodles hadn't on their own.. a renewing rush perking through him. '..Thank you, my dear little one..' Ludash crooned, before one of his ears twitched. Picking up an odd, slick slapping sound that he soon recognised.. He blushed, with his eyes fixing on the tip of a pink wing at the doorway. '...Tsumi. Come here, please.' He said firmly. The noise stopped, and the wing tensed, hurriedly lifting as the pink mog got to his feet, pushing the doorway open. Flustered, slightly breathless, loincloth doing nothing to hide what he'd been up to. Ludash eyed over his subject, with an odd look. He finally smiled. '...I can feel what you're thinking, you know.. You were jealous of him?' the king coaxed, making the pink moogle stir gently.

'Y-.. Yes, my liege.. He's an exceptionally brave moogle, k'po.. I.. would have like to be in his place, to serve you so fully.. To be the first.. To join your form, k'po.. but..' 'But it is a scary notion, to give all you are, up like that.' Ludash smiled bolsteringly. 'I understand all too well.. Don't worry..' Stepping forwards, Tsumi blushed as he lifted his hands, resting them on the king's domed stomach, feeling the soft sloshing stir as the primal's belly did it's task.. He could feel the odd squirms beneath, stroking over them gently and leaning to kiss the rich blue fur.

Ludash smiled gently, and slowly lowered his hands, resting them atop his dear servant's, helping guide his attentions, leaning to brush pompoms with the smaller moogle. Smiling softly, Tsumi lifted his gaze. '..One day, I promise, sire.' 'I look forward to it..' The king smiled.

--Fin.