If You Give a Moogle a Drink...
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Twelve hours in the Lhusu Mines. Twelve hours of being cramped in tight, narrow caves. Twelve hours of working myself to the bone mining and drilling for magicite. It’s a tiring job, but it pays well. Every morning I work, and every evening I head to the Cloudborne for a cool drink and some warm food.
Speaking of which, I entered the Cloudborne and siddled myself up to the bar, ordering myself some madhu. A sweet drink, made from honey from the surface lands, imported up here to the skycity for all to enjoy. It’s not very strong, but after downing three or four drinks, anyone would feel relaxed and mellowed.
A high voice called from my right, “Murkha!” I knew right away who it was. There was only one person in the entire city who called me that. She was a moogle, white furred and dressed in a blue tunic and sand colored trousers. Her long ears were tipped with black, and her bat-like wings always folded along her back. I’d never seen her fly, actually. Most moogles seem to prefer to walk, but I still sometimes wondered if they even could use their wings.
The little furred woman was Peliki, one of the first friends I made after moving to Bhujerba. Our first meeting involved me slipping and falling in the rain, which earned me my title of ‘murkha,’ or fool. She was always wonderful to talk with, happy to sit and listen to anything I had to say. But also just as happy to vent to me as well, which I would calmly listen in return. Some of her favorite things to hear about involve my past as a mark hunter back in Rabanastre, and I would often regale her with (slightly exaggerated) stories of my many hunts.
She was an engineer, typically working on airships or miners’ equipments. She was part of a team of handy moogles who worked nearly every day, either doing repairs on airships both commercial and private, or just fixing some minor toy a kid broke. Truthfully, those furry little workers were the backbone of the city, as they also do the upkeep on the skystones keeping the entire city afloat. One stone broken or out of place, and the whole city could tip or even begin to plummet to the land below. Thankfully, they prided themselves on always keeping watchful eyes on the skystones, and as far as the city’s history goes back, it has always been aloft.
As the moogle righted herself up on the seat next to mine, she flashed a wide grin. “Can a girl get something to drink?” she asked coyly. Her smile lit up her face more than the sun itself could ever dream to.
After ordering her some madhu to sip at, I patted her red pom-pom. “So, Peliki, what brings you to the Cloudborne? I thought you preferred to drink at home.”
Swatting my hand away, she began to down her glass, not stopping until it was empty. Wiping her mouth, she let out a loud contented sigh. “Today has been annoying. Me and the team had to deal with some ksudra bangaa who kept yelling the entire time we were fixing his airship. Can you believe he somehow managed to knock the skystone out of its holding compartment? It’s a miracle he even made it to the city in one piece.”
“And he just yells at all of you?” I pondered. “Seems like a surefire way to make the mechanics intentionally mess with the ship,” I mumbled.
She let out a cute little laugh. “I wish. But Moglin says we can’t do that anymore.”
That caused me to raise my eyebrow. “Anymore?”
“Just a joke. As if we’d ever do that on purpose. Don’t wanna ruin our reputation.” She ordered another madhu and stretched her arms up, causing her tunic to ride up and expose her furry stomach. To tease her, I reached out and poked the bare midriff, making Peliki drop her arms in a hurry and smack my finger. Even through her furry cheeks, I could see the color of embarrassment begin to brighten her face. Golden eyes narrowed at me, but I could see the hint of a smile playing at the edge of her lip.
“If you wanna touch, murkha,” she whispered, “you gonna have to order more drinks.” The hidden smile finally broke its way to the forefront, and she downed the remainder of her second drink.
Following her example, I threw my drink back and ordered more. The ensuing hours were filled with the both of us drinking and joking around, swapping stories of dumb incidents at our jobs, and just generally having a nice evening. At one point, Peliki made a bet with me about whether or not I could throw a knife clear across the room and embed it into the notice board. While I did manage to win that bet, earning myself a nice 30 gil, the bartender did not take kindly to our antics and asked us to leave.
There weren’t too many people around. Doubtless they were all home and warm. As the cold night air embraced us out in the streets, I decided to tease my diminutive companion a bit. Like most of her kind, she came up to about my waistline. This made her the perfect height to use her head as an armrest. As whenever I teased her about her size, she frantically pushed my arm away and huffed and puffed about how rude I was. I could feel a smirk split my lips as I leaned down.
“But you said I could touch, so long as I got some drinks in you.” I patted the top of her head and continued on my way down the street, confident that the joke would leave her both flustered and annoyed. The sound of wings fluttering caused me to turn around, only to have her crash headfirst into me. The impact, as well as my intoxication at the time, forced me to fall backwards.
The little moogle’s white furred face was buried in my chest, her arms wrapped around me tight, pom-pom dangling in my face. A few people had taken notice and a nearby viera asked if everything was alright. Without saying a word, Peliki crawled off of me and walked away. Nervously, I told the bystander my friend was just a bit drunk and I hurried after my short moogle.
“Peliki,” I called. She did not stop, nor turn to look at me. Irritation creeped its fingers into my brain. Peliki had never acted like that before. Usually, she would play along with my jokes, maybe act a bit annoyed, but never actually upset about things. Maybe this behavior was due to the drinks? Regardless, I didn’t like being ignored in this manner. I called out again, but still she refused to stop or even slow. Thankfully, I could catch up relatively easily, though I had to be careful to not stumble over myself, all the drinks finally hitting in full force.
Step after step, I closed the distance between us, following her down the narrow streets of Cloudborne Row. The houses around us were all locked up for the night, the residents inside happily warm and cozy in their beds. Streetlights illuminated our path with their dim magicite shimmer. Ahead of me, I noticed the furry woman finally stop in front of a small home. The jingle-jangle of keys made it obvious this was Peliki’s.
Finally, my short friend turned to look at me for the first time since she lunged at me. After motioning for me to come in after her, she disappeared through the doorway. I was feeling a bit hesitant. Peliki had never invited me to her home before, and of course I was still confused about her sudden silence. However, I didn’t want to appear rude, so I went in after her.
The door led to a combination den and kitchen. On one side of the room there was the usual kitchen supplies; an icebox, drawers full of what I assumed to be cutlery and other wares, and some cabinets with non-perishables and spices and herbs and the like. The other side of the room had a rather large bookcase stacked end to end with all manner of stories. Seated next to the bookcase was a cushioned settee, with a small side-table besides it. To the rear of the room was a small hallway with two rooms on either side. Likely the bedroom and the bathing room, I assumed.
A small cough alerted me to Peliki coming out of the leftmost room down the hall. She stared at me before heading to the opposite room, still refusing to speak. My mind raced with just why she was behaving in this manner. If she was upset, why invite me to her home? Did she plan to punish me, somehow, away from prying eyes? Did she just want a quiet place to berate and yell at me? Was she even upset at all, or was this part of her usual manner of feigning anger?
With little to go on, I opted to follow her, finding out the room she went into was her bedroom. A rather large bed, too big for a moogle living alone, was positioned against the far wall, situated just underneath a window. The curtains on said window were a soft reddish color, and were drawn closed. The bed’s coverings were a pastel blue, making a contrast with the curtains hanging above. Placed just next to the bed was an end table, on which sat a small lamp and a leather bound book. Opposite the end table and stacked against the wall was a dresser, in which slept all Peliki’s clothing. Being a moogle, her clothing has the advantage of being on the smaller spectrum, making it easy to fit them all within the dresser.
There wasn’t much in the way of decorations, however. The sandy walls were mostly bare, save for a map of Ivalice and a painting of grazing chocobos. The floor had a simple dark brown and red rug in the middle. The minimalist decorations and furnishings made it feel like Peliki didn’t spend a lot of time in the room. Makes sense, considering most of her days are spent working in the shop. My own bedroom wasn’t very extravagant either.
Peliki was stood next to the bed, leaning against the footboard. Those golden eyes shined in the dim light from the lamp, and they stared right through me. A small, light cough sounded as she cleared her throat.
“So…” she began, her eyes never looking away from my own. “You got some drinks in me. What now?” Black-tipped ears flicked, waiting for a response.
By the Dynast-King, was she serious?
“By the Dynast-King, are you serious?”
A roll of the eyes and a little huff began her response. “You said you wanted to touch. I’m offering. I’ve had my drinks, and I’m not opposed to spending the night with you...even if you are a murkha.” She ended that last line with a small smile. Even in this unexpected situation she, of course, would find some way to call me that.
With my shoes full of lead, I walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge. The moogle woman calmly moved to sit beside me, looking up at me with those enchanting golden orbs. I took a breath. Then another. Was I really going to allow our friendship to change like this? All it would take to stop is to just walk out the room.
I reached down and ran my fingers through the soft fur on top of her head and around her ears. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she leaned into my touch, closing her eyes and allowing me to do as I pleased. I continued my light assault on her head, rubbing and scratching around the pillow soft hairs. Letting confidence and the alcohol take hold, I used my free hand and placed it on her thigh, giving it a soft squeeze. When she made no objection, I ran the hand up towards her stomach, the tunic moving upwards with my hand, exposing her midsection. I kept moving the tunic up and up until I was pulling it off over her head and tossing it to the side of the room.
The tips of my fingers danced around her chest and stomach, learning every subtle curve and tiny ripple of muscle and skin. Peliki didn’t have much in the way of breasts, just small lumps barely sticking out. However, she did seem to derive the same pleasure from my rubbing and prodding of those lumps as any hume girl I’d been with.
With my right hand busy with her chest and stomach, I moved my left to rub and massage at her neck and shoulders. A small shiver made me realize just how much enjoyment my small friend was getting from this. With shaky breaths, I moved my hand back down her chest, down, down. The rough feeling of her trousers made me pause. When she again said or did nothing to stop me, I pushed my fingers into the waistband of the interfering clothing and pulled them down. They too vanished to the other side of the room.
Finally fully bared, Peliki opened her eyes, those pools of gold shimmering with years of unspoken desires. In that moment, I saw hunger. Primal need and want. I captured her lips with mine, tasting her for the first time. I tasted honey and spice. Warmth.
Pulling away, she had a mischievous smirk on her face. “The other lips now, murkha,” she whispered.
My heart hammered in my chest, my loins screaming at me to just skip the foreplay. But, I gave her her wish. I pulled myself down between her legs and dove in, devouring her. These lips tasted sweet, the juice pouring from them like nectar. Her moaning came back as she ran her hands over my scalp, her nails lightly scraping me. Her grunts and moans only encouraged me to dive deeper into her lips, tasting as much of her as I could. Her entire body shuddered as a wave of nectar washed out.
When I pulled away, the sight of her laying there, legs spread, chest heaving with shortened breaths, I could feel my manhood painfully wanting to be freed. I couldn’t resist its call, so I undressed and grabbed the moogle by her legs, dragging her to the edge of the bed.
I took a cautious look at her eyes, but she simply nodded, wanting this just as much as I did. Slowly, I inserted myself. Her walls clamped down tight around me, making it hard to get much further than a few inches. The vice grip of her inner depths prevented me from hilting myself inside her, so I remained still, allowing her smaller body to become accustomed to me. After painful minutes, her walls loosened enough for me to begin to push deeper inside.
Despite her size, her body readily accepted my entire length. Once our groins were touching, only then did I pull back. She whimpered as she felt my exit, but the moment only the head remained inside, I thrust into her, turning her whimper into a blissful moan. I continued this slow exit, fast thrust until she reached out for one of my hands, squeezing it tight.
“H-harder,” she moaned. “Please, I need this.”
Hearing those words, my brain relinquished control to my manhood, and I began to buck into her wildly. We both gave in to our baser instincts and rutted like beasts. We changed positions at one point, with her on top of me, bouncing her hips up and down my length. I held her down by her arms, keeping her pinned in place while she hopped herself to multiple orgasms.
Feeling the tell-tale clench of my jewels, I warned her that I was close. She either did not hear me, or did not care. She continued to bounce along until, with my vision going hazy, I released my seed. Her walls clenched and milked me for every drop I could possibly give.
Finally, our deed done, she plopped down on top of me, both our chests heaving less and less as we came down from the high. Pulling herself off my body, she kissed my cheek and set herself beside me on the bed.