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Complicated Simplicity

for Faora

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by Mog Moogle

Faora's eyes scanned his den for the source of the disturbance. By the smell, he knew exactly what it was, but he had no idea how his hidden entrance had been discovered. Worming his way through the tunnels, he made his way to the dryer portions of cave that he had carved out himself; the smooth walls covered with his writing.

Decades of his accumulated knowledge carved in the stone in a script he'd created. His hoard was worthless to all but him. Crawling through his halls, he came to the intersection that would lead him up to the concealed topside forest passage. Snaking his body into the uppermost portion of his den, he saw the sunlight streaming from the formerly covered entrance.

The intruder was sitting on his haunches in the light with a fish in his muzzle. Faora rolled his eyes as he approached the much smaller creature. The moogle looked up with with a pleased expression as Faora came within a few feet of the creature and eased his muzzle down eye level.

"Phay Phay," he said around the fish in his mouth. "Ah gawt youl a phis, ku'o."

"I see," Faora replied as his eyes crossed to look at the catch in the moogle's mouth. Its tail flopped and its gills flexed, indicating it hadn't been out of the water very long, but the moogle was completely dry. "How did you get down here?"

"Ah ween phruu," Mog paused as he dropped the fish out of his mouth on the floor of the cavern, "I went through the hole, kupo."

"No, how did you even find the way in."

"Oh, that was easy, kupo," Mog said with a cute expression. "'Member the last time I was down from the mountain? Well, you left me to sleep in the clearing while you went back into your hole. I got curious where you went when I woke up, so I followed your scent to here, kupo!"

"I mask my scent," Faora grumbled.

"Sure, but your scent is very distinct after I visit, kupo."

Faora sighed as he made a mental note to clean himself in the lake before returning to his den when the silly creatures came down from the mountain. "So what brings you to my den?" he asked while thinking to himself, as if I didn't know.

"I brought you a fish, kupo!" Mog beamed then looked down at it. "Aren't you going to eat it?"

"Oh, yes," Faora replied before extending his forked tongue and wrapping it around the fish, drawing it into his maw and swallowing it whole. It wouldn't even begin to actually feed the large dragon, but he appreciated the thought. "Delicious. Thank you. But why did you want to bring me a fish?"

"Winter solstice was a few nights ago, kupo!" Mog explained.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"It's time to... hibernate. The whole den gets together and feasts before we pile up and keep warm in the cold months. Your den is just you, so I thought I could help, kupo!"

"Well, I'm afraid I do not hibernate," Faora explained.

"You don't, kupo?" Mog said and cocked his head at the dragon. "Where do little dragons come from, then?"

Faora lifted an eye ridge as he looked down at the moogle quizzically. "I was under the impression you were familiar with the process."

"I am. We all huddle up in the winter, and then in the spring, the new moogles are born."

"Wait, little one. That is not hibernating."

"Sure it is, kupo! We all get really close to stay warm, and while we're close, we make baby moogles."

The dragon blinked a few times as he imagined a den full of moogles locked in a three month long orgy. "Uh, that is not how most mammals do their hibernating."

"Really, kupo? Other mammals must be really boring."

"No, it's just that most of the time, the ones that hibernate do so because food is scarce and they rest until they can hunt or forage again."

"S'what we do, too," Mog said with a confident nod. "We don't have much time to grow the den outside of the winter, because we're busy looking for grubs, nuts, berries... and honeycomb. Mmm, honeycomb."

"The more I learn about your kind, and the more you show me, the more curious I am."

"You should come visit during the winter then."

"I can barely keep up with you, let alone when your brothers show up. I can't even imagine dozens of little moogles crawling all over me."

"There's only fourteen of us, Fae Fae."

"Oh, yes. That would be _so_much easier to manage."

"See, kupo? You'd do fine!" Mog beamed, apparently oblivious to the sarcasm in the dragon's tone. "If you're not hibernating, it's not like you'll have much better to do, kupo."

"I will have research to do, food to hunt, a territory to defend. I will be plenty busy over the winter, I can assure you."

"Aww, so does that mean you'll be too busy to visit?"

"Well--"

"'Cause going three months without seeing Fae won't be fun, kupo."

"You'll manage until then, I'm sure." Faora smiled and then shook his head. "It sounds as if you will be busy yourself."

"Well~" the little moogle said as he stepped closer to the dragon, causing Faora to pull his head back a bit, "if you won't come visit, and I can't see you for three months, it only makes sense for me to show you how moogles hibernate."

"I have a feeling we wouldn't have enough room in here to do what I think you mean to do," Faora said as he continued to ease back as the moogle kept approaching.

"Nonsense," Mog said as he got to the dragon's chest and reared up on his hindlegs, pushing his forelegs against his scales. He kept pushing against the dragon even though he lacked the strength to physically move him. "Plenty of room to be close, kupo."

Faora shook his head as the little creature continued to exert himself in an attempt to manipulate Faroa's much larger bulk. He eased his body back and Mog followed with him, still pushing. With a contortion of his body, he worked around in the small den until he was on his back and the moogle straddled his tail. The dragon watched as the moogle eased up the underside of his tail until he was almost muzzle-level with his genital slit.

The dragon felt the small creature's warmth against his scales as the warmth within radiated from his loins. Since their first encounter, the moogle seemed to know how to get what he wanted out of him. The most surprising thing to Faora was how well his own needs seemed to respond to the little moogle.

Mog nestled in against him and laid between his hind legs. He nuzzled the scales around the dragon's protective slit until Faora's arousal pushed the tip of his ridged member out. "Looks like you're in a hurry to get to the good part, Fae Fae."

"You are insatiable and incorrigible," Faora said as he looked at the white furred moogle against his scales, then he drew a sharp breath as Mog's tongue lapped his tip.

"You say you don't know much about this hibernation thing, kupo," Mog said before a giggle and another quick lick of the dragon's member. "But this is how it goes. We snuggle all close, get warm and comfy, then..." Mog's hips ground against Faora's tail, his own erection sliding along his scales.

"Then?"

"Then," Mog said as he moved his hips up and the tip of his erection brushed the dragon's tailhole. He wrapped his paws around the large dragon's member and pulled himself up, then pushed his erection down into the dragon's tailhole.

Faora smiled as he felt the small moogle's penis slide effortlessly into him. The small creature wasn't big enough for the dragon to actually feel penetration, but the warm fur and the soft rubbing against his entrance was a nice sensation. Peering over his erection as it grew to full, almost concealing the little moogle behind it, the expression on the small creature's face was one of pleasure.

"And then we get even closer," Mog explained as he nuzzled the underside of the dragon's cock and stroked from the dragon's base up the ridges to the flare of the glans.

Faora murmured softly, which echoed like a rumble against the smooth walls of the den. The moogle's nuzzles transitioned back into soft licks of the cleft on the underside of his glans. All the while, his hips rocked against his backside, thrusting the four inches of the moogle as deep as it would go.

The tip of the dragon's member began to ooze pre as the moogle rubbed and licked him, and Mog perked up as soon as he noticed the comparatively large dollop of the dragon's sexual fluids. He moved his paws up to the bead and smeared it on his pads.

Faora cocked his head as he watched the moogle move the slick paws down and slide them under his hips. He felt the warm, slick fluid coat his tailhole as Mog drew back and then thrust in. The very little resistance his tailhole offered was completely offset by his natural lubricant.

Mog moved his paws back to the dragon's cock and wrapped them around it again, stroking faster as he picked up the speed of his thrusts. The little moogle lapped at the head of Faora's member while his furry hips slapped against the dragon's scales. "Fae's really tight, for such a big dragon," Mog said as he took a short break from licking.

Faora chuckled at the comment but it was cut short as the little moogle stuck his tongue in inside the source of the precum for more direct access. The dragon had never felt a sensation like the little tongue probing the inside of his penis before. The little moogle enthusiastically ate all that Faora offered, and his gusto translated to his thrusting.

He eased his head back down to the floor as he struggled to control his breathing; fighting against a subconscious urge to buck his hips and hump against the moogle. The feeling inside his maleness coupled with the moogle rubbing the outside made thrusts into his tailhole more intense. Faora began to actually feel the moogle's length inside of him.

The dragon's forelegs lowered to the floor and his claws dug into the soft soapstone. Rows of gouges dug out as he raked them back, fighting his urge to pant heavily under the moogle's ministrations. Faora knew that if he gave into his more primal urges he could hurt his smaller partner. The biggest challenge of all of their encounters was keeping that in the back of his mind.

The little moogle's thrusts were starting to become erratic. He panted and moaned while his paws trembled on the dragon's member. Restraining himself was a limitation that he did not have. He could be as rough as possible against the resilient dragon and never physically hurt him. However, as he pushed his hips in for a final sloppy thrust, he pulled shaft of the dragon's maleness down and locked his lips on the tip.

The sudden jerk of Faora's penis made the dragon yip in surprise before he let out a long moan. The moogle had locked his muzzle over the opening and kissed it passionately as his member pulsed and throbbed in his tailhole. Faora was amazed as he felt a jet of the moogle's seed inject into his body; then another, and another.

The murmuring moogle sucking down the dragon's pre didn't stop cumming until six solid pulses of semen had been felt working its way deeper into his tailhole. Even after the orgasm had slowed to a trickle, Mog kept working on Faora's head.

Faora knew that his time was short. His loins almost ached as his draconian endurance was tested. Moving his upper body, he released his grip on his floor and eased his paw between the moogle and his member. Mog fought against him, but the little moogle's strength was no match for the dragon, and his head was pushed away from the tip just before a large jet of the dragon seed shot with so much force that it painted the ceiling.

Despite the barrier, Mog kept his paws on Faora's penis as the orgasm rocked him. His paws rubbed over the ridges as streams of thick brood siring seed sprayed skyward and then dripped down over both their bodies. Every sticky strand that fell in reach of the moogle's muzzle, he greedily lapped up.

The powerful streams subsided to a trickle, leaking from the tip and soaking the moogle's paws. Mog gathered as much of the cum as he could and then licked his paws clean. He repeated the process several times while the dragon he straddled regained his senses.

Faora looked at Mog and chuckled. He watched the moogle eating his ejaculate as it continued to drip from the ceiling onto them after his small paws had cleared most of it of his slowly flagging erection. "I still don't think this is really hibernating."

"Sure it is, kupo!" Mog said before smacking his lips. "Now when spring comes, you'll have a little moogle or two."

"I really don't think that's the way it works," Faora said and chuckled before his expression shifted to a much more serious one. "At least, I really hope that it isn't."

"Well, to be fair, only mama and the aunts ever seem to actually have the little moogles. But, that doesn't stop papa, my brothers, uncles and cousins from trying."

"You are the most peculiar creature I have ever encountered."

"And you're the most dragon creature I've ever encountered, kupo," Mog said and smiled. "You sure you don't want to hibernate with us? I'm sure the whole den would love to have you."

"In more ways than one."

"Kupo?"

"I'm sure, little one," Faora said and chuckled. "I don't think I could keep up with your whole family."

"Aww..." the little moogle pouted. "Maybe I can slip away for a week or two before the ice gets too thick. Maybe if I'm lucky, kupo, I'll get stuck here for awhile until the storms clear up."

Faora shook his head and rolled his eyes. After several minutes of the two grooming one another, and it being mostly one-sided due to the much smaller tongue of the moogle, Faora helped the moogle back out of the overhead entrance and carefully concealed it. His den where the moogle had mounted him would need a bit more work. There was still quite a mess on the ceiling that was running down the walls and dripping to the floor.

Faora's head peeked up from the snow covered forest floor. The lake had iced over so he never left his den through the underwater cave. Large holes in the ice tended to attract attention. He climbed out and carefully brushed the snow back over where it had been disturbed.

Though he didn't hibernate, and certainly didn't hibernate the way it had been described to him by the moogle, he did tend to be a little less active in the winter. However, so that he wouldn't overfish his lake, he did have to leave his den to hunt every few weeks.

The bows of one of the evergreens close to him suddenly rustled, and he lowered himself to the ground as stealthily as he could. Looking toward the disturbance, he saw the pink of sever sets of fleshy wings standing against the white background. The white fur of the small creatures blended perfectly with the snow.

Faora relaxed at the familiar sight of Mog and his three brothers. But what confused him was there were two more with the moogle than he'd ever seen.

"Fae Fae," Mog greeted as they tromped over the winter forest floor.

"There are six of you," Faora noted as he lifted an eye ridge.

"This is mama and papa, kupo!" Mog explained. "You seemed curious about how we hibernate the last time I visited, and I know you like to study things."

Faora shook his head then nodded softly. "Show them in, Mog. I'll need to eat to keep up my strength for this." Faora leapt skyward and spread his wings, taking flight away from the moogle family. He had a feeling that this particular study of the strange creature's habits would take a little longer than usual.

_ The End _