{"sf1_id":727185,"sf2_id":null,"title":"What Happens in Fluorgis","author":"Tom_Smith","words":1326,"posted_at":"2014-07-07T08:05:00.000Z","tags":["Cuckolding","FFTA2","M/M","Seeq","bangaa","nu mou"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/727185-what-happens-in-fluorgis","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/727185","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=727185\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#1 of Letters To Noah\n\nA little piece I did based on some RPs I did with a guy I love a lot, and another guy.\nNot really the first, but the only completed one I can find on this computer.\nEnjoy it or not, I'd still like to hear some feedback.","content":"16th of Rosefire\n\nI would like you to forgive me for the story I'm about to tell you, even if I do not deserve it.\u0026nbsp; You could blame my lapses in memory for my atrocities, but I personally wouldn't.\u0026nbsp; Thanks again for bringing me my Potions Belt, by the way.\u0026nbsp; I realize how heavy five-hundred Cure-Alls can be, so I apologize for the strain on your body.\u0026nbsp; Still, there are several other things I cannot afford to forget, and this little event is one of them.\n\nWhy'd I choose now to write this out?\u0026nbsp; Well, it's been quite a while since that little event at the Rupies.\u0026nbsp; You nearly died, then I nearly died saving your life.\u0026nbsp; When you brought me back from the Rift, I believed that we'd be linked forever...\n\nAnd just the other day, I felt like I broke that link.\n\nIt was a hot day in Fluorgis, and I was melting in my robes.\u0026nbsp; I sought shade under the sweltering sun, so I sent myself to the sketchy slums.\u0026nbsp; Out of the heat, I conjured a Water spell to quench my thirst, and most of my body cooled down.\u0026nbsp; However, the air weathered my will and solidified my shaft.\u0026nbsp; I wanted to get off, and mere masturbation was not going to cut it.\n\nI needed a hole to fill.\n\nWhores lined themselves along the shady streets.\u0026nbsp; Every last one of them was male, as if they planned for my arrival.\u0026nbsp; As I walked past the groups of gigolos, my left hand lay firmly on my crotch.\u0026nbsp; They ran the gamut from Moogles to Revaji, but they all had the same thought plastered on their faces.\n\nIt wasn't even about the money for most of them.\u0026nbsp; They just wanted to share the experience of climax with another man, just like me.\u0026nbsp; Still, I turned down most of their offers and continued on ahead.\u0026nbsp; None of them really had enough meat on their bones for me to consider them attractive.\u0026nbsp;\n\nNone of them, that is, except one.\n\nHe sat there on a stoop, waiting for someone to request his services, a Seeq with a sword at his side.\u0026nbsp; He didn't even look like a whore.\u0026nbsp; I mean, as far as I remember, Seeqs were always dressed on the skimpy side, right?\u0026nbsp; Anyway, he seemed more like a sellsword than anything else, driven to prostitution by the cruel force called poverty.\u0026nbsp; However, an apparent lack of affluence didn't translate to a lack of amenity.\n\nWhen he looked at me, an expression, one different from those of the other men around me, filled his face.\u0026nbsp; Warmth radiated from his mug, more akin to a blanket on a winter day than the hot sticky mess that festered around every last inch of my body at the time.\u0026nbsp; Perhaps it was just a façade.\u0026nbsp; Maybe it was genuine kindness.\u0026nbsp;\n\nAll I know is that I fell for it.\n\nIn a heartbeat, I pulled out my wallet, letting the sound of money ring in his ears.\u0026nbsp; His eyes lit up as he rose up to his feet, towering high over my stubby, hunched, Nu Mou body.\u0026nbsp; When I asked if I could spend the night with him, he wrapped an arm around my body and took me inside the building behind him.\n\nMost of the interior exceeded my expectations of a whore's house in the slums.\u0026nbsp; Simple furniture with a few facilities in need of light maintenance, but a paradise compared to what waited outside.\u0026nbsp; The layout reflected his personality, at least what I perceived to be his personality.\n\nHe sat me down on an unfinished wood chair and slipped off to another room.\u0026nbsp; When he returned, he had two bottles of liquor in one hand and two iron mugs in the other.\u0026nbsp; He plunked the bottles and mugs on the table one at a time, and I checked the ages of each drink.\u0026nbsp; Both of the liquors were older than I was, by a wide margin.\u0026nbsp; I raised my concerns about the price, but he told me not to worry.\u0026nbsp; He said it was free of charge, so I drank to my heart's content, which more or less meant two drinks.\u0026nbsp; After that, we spent the rest of the day in his room.\n\nIt might've been the booze blurring my vision, but his bedroom looked like one you'd find in a palace.\u0026nbsp; Red was everywhere, from the linens to the walls.\u0026nbsp; The pillows and mattress shimmered with gold trimmings, which were hidden behind a crimson veil.\u0026nbsp; To say nothing about what we did on it.\n\nActually, I couldn't tell you about the sex.\u0026nbsp; No matter how much I try to recall it, I draw a blank.\u0026nbsp; What I can tell you about it is the feeling.\u0026nbsp; I felt like I could spend every day in bed with him.\u0026nbsp; Just thinking about the feeling I got from it makes me leak.\u0026nbsp;\n\nYes, pre and sweat, along with a few tears.\n\nYou might be wondering, \"Why tears?\" if you aren't seething with rage at this point.\u0026nbsp; You can owe that to what happened after the fact.\u0026nbsp; When I woke up the next morning, I found myself lying on the same stoop, naked with my clothes lying next to me.\u0026nbsp; The Seeq was nowhere to be found.\u0026nbsp; Not a trace.\u0026nbsp; When I hurried back in his house, everything was gone, as if he never existed.\n\nIn this vacant abode, I was left with nothing but time.\u0026nbsp; Time to reflect on how much I deserved this outcome.\u0026nbsp; To be abandoned with nobody by my side.\u0026nbsp; I was on my knees, ready to make these hollow halls my permanent home, when a noise broke my line of thought.\n\nI shuffled through my Sage's robes and pulled out a plant.\u0026nbsp; A sprig of Whisperweed, to be precise.\u0026nbsp; I brought it up to my drooped ear, and what else would I hear but your voice?\u0026nbsp; The sound of you brought me back in the warm embrace of your arms.\u0026nbsp; However, it was the words behind the message that pulled me from my self-inflicted Rift and up to my feet.\n\n\"If you figure out what you need, I'm here for you.\"\n\nAfter the obligatory wall to the face for my stupidity, I shook my head and left the empty house.\u0026nbsp; I paid no mind to the stench of my clothes, or to the heat of the day as I slipped out of the slums and back to the inn.\n\nWhen I made it inside my temporary quarters, the Hume at the counter called for my name, saying that a Bangaa in white left me something.\u0026nbsp; You already know what it was, considering you were the sender, but I still can't get over the presentation.\n\nEach plank that made up the crate came from a different species of tree.\u0026nbsp; Every one of them were in different stages of rot and painted a different color, as if you took them from various fences.\u0026nbsp; Why would you make the box yourself?\u0026nbsp; I love the sentiment, but why would you do that?\u0026nbsp; It's just my potion belt.\n\nThe letter that came with it...\u0026nbsp; There were no words, save the usual \"To: Milt\" \"Love: Noah.\"\u0026nbsp; The message itself consisted of a giant heart with crude sketches of our faces on either side of it.\u0026nbsp; All of this left me blushing and giggling contrary to my Job.\u0026nbsp; Even now, I can only think of two words in response to all of this:\n\n\"Thank you.\"\n\nAfter receiving such a painstakingly-packed \"gift,\" I knew I couldn't lose you like I did that night.\u0026nbsp; And thus, I write to remind myself how badly things could have ended up if it weren't for you.\u0026nbsp; I'm not asking you to stay with me after what I did; that would be unfair.\u0026nbsp; I just wanted to let you know how much you mean to me, and how I finally came to realize this.\n\nJust...\n\nThank you, Noah.\n\nMilt\n\n  \n  \n\n"}