Black Ronso
This is the third time I've uploaded this story, the first time I did, I deleted it, the second time...it just disappeared without any reason...I hope it stays longer this time.
I'm not puttin up a warning, it has sex, obviously, and it's in the gay section, use your brain.
He explored the mountain side cautiously, rumors of a clanless ronso circulated through the ronso clans. He'd heard them himself, but dismissed them. No ronso could survive in the wild alone. Not anymore. Not since Sin had perished. After Sin left Spira, all the beasts became more violent, starting to attack villages and hunters.
He was the hero of the clan, hero of his race. Kimahri had decided to investigate these rumors finally, and disprove them. It was just a monster that had become too strong, and was possibly preparing to attack Gagazet. It was his duty to protect his kind. He growled when something darted past him, a blur of color, nothing definitive. He swung his Spirit Lance, and he just barely missed he imagined. He assumed a battle ready stance, and heard a growl a few feet away, he turned and eyed the location of the noise.
A behemoth lept at him, he ducked and rolled to the side quickly and swung his blade in a upward swing. The beast wasn't so stupid, he dodged the blow and snarled at him, rushing forward and trying to impale him upon it's horns, he lept up into the air with practiced ease and the beast slammed head first into the mountain side. A second flash caught his eye, and he looked out over the crevice that was several feet away, a black figure stood there, but the snow shadowed the man's face, all he saw was the dark color. As Kimahri neared the ledge, he turned to see the Behemoth had finally dislodged it's horn, one broken off and bleeding onto the pure white snow, and was now barreling right for him.
Kimahri lept again, doing a back flip and landing behind the monster, bringing down his spear into it's flank causing it to roar in pain, and lose it's momentum, causing it to careen right over the side. The spear lodged in it's hide went over the cliff with it. Kimahri sighed angrily as he watched his precious spear disappear into the depths of the crevice, he lifted his head again, and got a better look at the figure now, having once again forgotten about the behemoth.
He tried to study the body, the face, but it all looked so surreal. Then it lifted it's hand, and he noticed the dark fur on it's body. He resigned himself to having to investigate further now, this strange...thing might pose a threat to his clan. He took a few steps backward, and grimaced as he eyed the gorges size, he was pretty sure he'd make it. He growled under his breath as the cold wind started to pick up and the snow fell more heavily, almost blinding his chosen path. He quickly shot forward, his muscles heaving as he propelled himself faster, nearing the edge, and then digging his toe claws into it as he lept with all his might into the snowy unknown.
With a loud pained grunt he slammed into the edge of the cliff, his chest half over it and his legs dangling almost comically as he grunted, trying to get up, he felt the ice cracking, his weight was too much for the edge to handle, he struggled to get up quickly, and just as he'd gotten one knee up onto the cliff, he felt it crack, and the edge giving way. He let out a shocked snarl as he started to slide downward, the few precious seconds felt like so much longer, he closed his eyes and thanked whatever gods were there for his long life, his chance at happiness he'd had.
Another shocked grunt was let out as he felt something catch his gauntlet, and he looked up into the most amazing ruby eyes on a black canvas he assumed was the mans face. He just stared as the larger beast lifted him up with unnatural ease. The ronso looked up at the man that saved him, and cursed himself for being saved by someone he hadn't known. He stood up and growled in his throat at his rescuer. The man turned and didn't say a word, only walking away from the blue ronso, the black tail of a ronso following behind the stranger. Kimahri was compelled to follow, wanting to know who this stranger was, and what he wanted with Mt Gagazet.
Kimahri followed him to a small cavarn, several fires burned inside making the cavern much warmer then was necessary. The man walked to a unlit corner and he heard the cloak being removed, the larger male returned and Kimahri finally got a glimpse of his savior. A foot or so taller then himself, which was normal, but he had the darkest fur Kimahri had ever seen. Pitch black and small tufts of red fur where ronso's had white. The blue's eyes wandered down to the lioncloth that adorned this male, it held tight and showed that yes, this was definately another male ronso. Kimahri say around one of the fires closest to the entrance and eyed the stranger. "What ronso doing out all alone?" He almost demanded.
The dark ronso lifted his face and his handsome features were visible to Kimahri now, deep inlaid eyes, white iris's and red pupils stared into the ronso's own yellow eyes. He stared for a few moments and growled at the larger male. "I came to find you....Kimahri" The blue's eyes glared at him and he growled again "How know Kimahri name?" he demanded "I've known about you for a long time Kimahri, I just wanted to meet the legend" was the reply. Kimahri was getting more annoyed. "What name?" Kimahri added "Just call me Black for now" he grinned showing his pearly white fangs contrasting to his soft black fur.
Black stood and walked over to the smaller ronso, suddenly making Kimahri feel insignificant compared to the much larger ronso. "I came here to see you, and I must say I'm impressed. You handled my behemoth quite well" he whispered as he bent down upon his knees and locked his eyes onto Kimahri's almost freezing the ronso in place. He couldn't move or speak, he just sat there stunned "And I'm curious as to what other talents you have as well" He added and smiled at Kimahri. "Now....how about we get you more...comfortable" he whispered as he offered his paw to the smaller ronso, Kimahri without a thought took the paw, and was helped to standing, the paw felt so soft and warm against his, Black led him back into the cavern a way, a few animal pelts laid out onto the stone floor surrounded by odd lights that seems to hover in the air around the fashioned bed.
Kimahri followed behind Black, keeping his paw in contact with the other males, stopping only when Black sat onto the bedding, and pulled Kimahri down to lay beside him. Kimahri's growl and hostility had oddly vanished, replaced with a curiousity, and a slight desire to be held by this larger male. Few expressed such a interest in him, even less went so far our of their way to get his attention. He looked to the large male and smiled, then quickly realized he was, and returned his lips to their normal flat position. Black laid upon his side and admired the blues toned body and murred his approval "Are you warm Kimahri?" The blue didn't move or say anything, too enraptured in the reb orbs the black ronso used as eyes.
Black took Kimahri's silence as indifference, and trailed his paw down his chest, tinking his claws on the chest piece, smiling gently as he unclasped it, and he pulled it back, stroking his open palm over the warm blue and white fur slowly. "Maybe you should undress, can't have you over heating now" Kimahri snapped out of his day dream and looked at Black with a bit of shock "Kimahri.....not like that" he rumbled as he moved to stand up. Blacks paw grasped his and he pulled the ronso back down, and leaned in to kiss him softly, holding his lips there for a few seconds and then let Kimahri's arm free "Then, if that did nothing, you are free to go" He whispered and eyed Kimahri's heaving chest.
Kimahri's eyes went wide at the sudden boldness, and he melted into it, leaning down into the blacks touch and almost whimpering as he was released, he looked down at Black and returned to resting beside the large ronso, murring gently in his throat. Black smiled contently and trailed his paw down Kimahri's chest again, moving to the cords around his waist, tugging them and pulling the covering of his groin loose, only the white cloth covering his crotch now. Black grinned and watched as the cloth swelled slightly, murring down at him and pressing his paw into the growing bulge. Kimahri closed his eyes and gasped slightly. It had been so long since he'd bed with another male, not since Wakka and him.
Kimahri took in breaths sharply and murred gently, Black pulled his loincloth aside, and was now coaxing his sheath to give up it's treasure. Kimahri desperately tried to hold it back, but his tip escaped his sheath and Blacks thumb grazed over it gently as he murred "What's this Kimahri?" he rumbled as he nuzzled his cheek down Kimahris chest, taking in the blue ronso's magnificent scent before his rough tongue lapped over the peaking lenth. Kimahri couldn't contain a groan as that rough tongue licked over his cockhead. Blacks tongue caused more and more of Kimahri's ronso lenth to slip last the top ring of his sheath, his lips lowered slowly, and Kimahri's tip was taken into Blacks warm wet muzzle, a breathy sigh of pleasure came from the heaving blue ronso as Black slowly lowered his nosepad, sinking more of the warm flesh into his mouth. He murred as he looked at half the lenth still unaccounted for in his lips, he pulled back slowly and dragged his tongue up the underside, making Kimahri shiver and moan, he murred and watched as Kimahri clawed as his head, wanting him to keep going.
Black took Kimahri as deep as he could again, lashing the delicate ronso cock with his rough tongue, salty preseed soon flowed into his eager mouth and he drank it down, after sloshing it around in his mouth, which made Kimahri moan louder as that tongue rolled around his throbbing arousal. Black worked a slow rhythem, lowering his muzzle half the lenth and then dragging it back up, Kimahri's eyes were lid as he panted and moaned. Blacks paw moved to explore the lower portion of the ronsos body. Fondling his heavy orbs in the white furred sack that led up to the sheath, and then slightly lower, spreading the ronsos legs a little and circling his pawtip around the muscular rump, dragging his paw over the cleft, and rubbing between the firm mounds. Kimahri was in heaven, his member sucked on by a very skilled muzzle, and his tailhole generously teased by the larger ronso, he sighed and let out a grunt of warning. He was getting close to the edge.
Black perked his ear and murred, creating a sudden vibrating around the thick ronso meat making Kimahri let out a stifled roar of pleasure as he began his climax, pumping his essence into Blacks hungry lips and throat, the hot seed almost burning it's way down his throat. Black held still and murred gently, memorizing the taste of Kimahris delicious seed, before he pulled off the turgid shaft, and licked the underside with broad tongue strokes. "That was wonderful my ronso" he whispered up to the warrior who could only purr after such a intense release.
Black laid down beside Kimahri and stroked his head fur gently as he felt the ronso drift to sleep. He murred and kissed his forehead, standing and heading for the entrance quietly.
Kimahri awoke several hours later, he was still nude and he was still a bit exhausted from the previous climax. He sat up and looked around the cavern curiously. He gathered his clothing and looked under them to find his precious spear nestled in them. Black must have retrieved it while he had been asleep. He waited in the cave several hours...but Black never showed up. The snow storm was picking up again, and Kimahri needed to return to the clan. He scribbled something onto the inside of one of the pelts with his claw tip. With a disenheartened sigh he left the cavern he'd slept in holding his weapon close, and keeping an eye out for Black.
He quickly found a path that led back to his clans homes. He sighed and looked over his shoulder and noticed Black coming up behind him. He smiled and turned only to be greeted by a blast of snow and cold, he squinted and covered his face. When the wind calmed enough for him to see, he noticed it was only a figment of his imagination. The rock outcropping looked like the male who'd loved him. He sighed and turned back to the homes in the rock face of the mountain, heading to his empty hut to dream of the black ronso who'd managed to make him purr like a cub again.
High above the settlement of Ronso warriors, a dragon watched the goings on. He closed his eyes and a tear ran down his cheek, before he opened them again, and his red eyes locked onto the ronso who he'd fallen for. "Alas my sweet ronso. I do not belong in this world...so my visit will only be that, a visit. I wish I could have been so much more for you my love." He lept from the cliffs edge and caught a draft with his wings, drifting into the sky, and soon fading into a memory only held in the heart of one warrior of the village.