The Morbol's Kiss

Deep within the spore-laden, foggy cavern known as the Aurum Vale, vicious, heinous creatures known
as Morbols live. Green, plant-like sinew covers their entire form, a gigantic maw lined with rows of
dagger-sharp teeth, no eyes, and countless tentacles sprouting from all over. Their breath can paralyze
and incapacitate even the toughest of adventurers, and their bites can pierce heavy plate like it was little
more than paper. It's no surprise that countless adventurers all across Eorzea are wary of Morbols. And
yet. Rumors persist of a legendary fruit growing deep within the Vale, hidden away from most of the
roads traveled. A fruit so succulent and delicious, that chefs across the world would gladly pay anything
for a single piece to cook with.

Following this rumor, a Miqo'te with no name has ventured deep into the Vale, following an
adventuring party that has already cleared most of the area. Looking at him, he seems to be an
adventurer of no small amount of skill himself. Dressed in a white kimono, most of his body is hidden
from view, though the mastercraft blade upon his waist shows he's a Samurai. With arms folded inside
his sleeves, he slowly casts his crimson eyes across the darkened, yellow-tinted mire he explores, his
fluffy, snow-white ears twitching with every odd sound he hears, his equally white hair covering over
his right eye with an unruly bit of bangs.

His keen sense of smell suddenly picks up a scent, and he turns off the beaten path, raising his left hand
and flexing his fingers with a crack of the joints, before slashing through some vines with his long,
feral claws, not wanting to dull his blade on foliage. As he proceeds down this path, he can see
countless normal Morbol fruit growing on the floor and on vines along the cave wall, though none of it
is particularly special. The scent he follows, however, most certainly is. It smells sweeter than any fruit
he's ever smelled, and just the barest hint sets his heart fluttering in delight.

Coming upon another vine-tangled barricade, he once more slices away at it with his claws, a feral cat-
like hiss escaping his lips as he hacks and claws his way through the vines, and comes upon an open
area, filled with Goldbile pools, the golden, acidic liquid glimmering in the low light. Knowing that just
a touch could spell doom, he is careful to watch his step, his thick, fluffy white tail thankfully granting
him much better balance than a normal Human might have. As he continues to follow the scent, a
grumbling noise is heard, followed by a dripping, as he turns around to find a juvenile Morbol
detaching itself from the wall of vines, and moving towards him, its maw dripping foul-smelling saliva!

Stepping into a combat stance, the Miqo'te squares his footing, and lowers his right hand to grip the hilt
of his sword, closing his eyes and inhaling, then steadily exhaling as the Morbol shambles forward. As
it opens its maw and attempts to bite the Miqo'te in half, he seemingly vanishes, appearing on the other
side, sheathing his blade slowly, before, with a loud *CLACK* his sword fully sheathes, as a tiger
claw-like set of slashes appears through the juvenile Morbol, splitting it into even sections before it
falls in a pool of Goldbile and sinks beneath the surface. Standing back upright, the samurai moves to
continue his search, following his nose deeper into the Vale.

After several more minutes of walking, he finally finds the source of the scent. Sitting amidst a nest of
extremely thick vines, hanging from the cave ceiling and forming a cage of vines around them, sit a
bushel of juicy, pink fruits, sparkling with flecks of gold all over them. The rumors indeed were true,
the fruit radiated the pleasant, almost addictive scent he'd been following, and his tail hair stands on
end as he closes in.
Of course, no sane creature would leave their nest unguarded, and as he approaches, a loud, menacing
growl begins to echo down from above. Looking up, he sees possibly the largest Morbol he's ever
encountered, easily double the size of the alpha adventurers have reported fighting near the deepest part
of the cavern! As he readies himself for battle, the best leaps down and lands close enough that one of
its mighty tentacles almost crushes the poor Miqo'te, before roaring loudly, its breath...Strangely
smelling of the fruit he had been seeking. With gritted teeth he once more attempts to slice the Morbol
with the same technique as earlier, though instead of slicing through the creature four times and
appearing on the other side, his blade clangs loudly as it impacts the creature for the first time, repelling
him back.

Angered by the Miqo'te's violent actions, a massive tentacle raises up, before whipping at him from the
side, slamming into him and sending him tumbling across the area. Thankfully no Goldbile could be
found in this small cavern, so he had plenty of room to maneuver, but as he moves to stand, blade in
hand, he can feel a crack in his side, knowing the feeling of broken ribs all too well. Tough hide.
Brutish strength. The feral part of his mind rages at him to slaughter this abomination. The rational part
tells him to run, that another hit like that could be his last.

As he groans in pain, one of the tentacles on the Morbol's head, looking like it had been severed close
to the body, tilts back and undulates, before flinging forward and spewing a glob of yellowish liquid at
the Miqo'te, splattering it on his chest and face. The smell is...The same smell as the fruit, and as it
soaks into his kimono, it begins to sizzle and slowly dissolve the piece of fine Hingashi fabric, the
kimono swiftly falling off of him entirely, leaving him in only his Quan and Geta.

His kimono gone, the full extent of his experience as a fighter is revealed. Countless scars and burns
across his chest show a vicious, deadly life he's led. On both arms, from shoulder to wrist, he sports
vibrant, beautiful red Lotus patterns tattooed into the flesh, and on his left ring finger he sports a
wedding band, proof of his devotion to someone special. Most interesting of all, however, is the fact
that his back is devoid of any blemishes. Not one tattoo, scar, or mark upon it, not a single sign of
shame or cowardice upon his back.

Stepping once more into a fighting stance, he grips his blade in both hands and adopts a true Kendo
stance, trying to steady his breathing through the pain of his broken ribs, and the strange feeling
welling up in his chest, his skin slowly flushing from the effects of the strange goop he'd been
splattered in. As the Morbol moves to close the distance, he lowers his blade to the right and begins to
charge, once more seeking to cleave the monster in two. His attack never begins, however, as a vine
from the creature lashes out and catches him by the ankle, tripping him into a tumble, before he lands
in a heap. More specifically, he lands amidst a brace of tentacle, his blade several meters away and
stuck in the soft earth.

Before he can attempt to claw his way free, the tentacles wrap around his arms and legs and pin him
down, before another slams into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. As his struggles die down,
the tentacles begin to slather him in more of that strange, pleasant-smelling slime, his Quan and the
straps of his Geta hissing as they slowly dissolve, rendering the poor Miqo'te absent of the last of his
clothing. Now freed of all containment, his eight inches of length stand at attention, the slime having
somehow aroused him, as he begins to realize just why this fruit is so valuable.
One smaller tentacle slowly wrapping around his cock, it begins to slather it in slime, only further
exciting him, as another presses at his lips, the Miqo'te clenching his teeth tightly and growling. With
no entry being found above, another tentacle seeks to enter from below, pressing against his backdoor
and slathering it in slime, slowly pressing the tip inside. Growling angrily, the Miqo'te's thick, fluffy tail
writhes about beneath him, before the tentacle finally breaches that lower barrier, and shoves roughly
up inside him, causing him to gasp out in shock from how easily it slithers into his body.

With that gasp, his teeth unclench, and the tentacle strikes, swiftly shoving into his mouth and down his
throat. Try as he might to bite the tentacle in half, the thick hide is too much even for his sharpened
fangs, and the tentacle begins to ooze more aphrodisiac-slime into his mouth and throat, and as the first
drop hits his tongue, his entire body lights up with pleasure, his eyes rolling back as his cock twitched
mightily in the grip of the fondling tentacle, spurting out an orgasm on the spot!

With its prey sufficiently subdued, the tentacles begin to slither and slide inside of him, undulating and
pulling out then sliding back in, exploring both of his holes, as two more find other holes to explore,
namely, his big, fluffy ears! Sliding inside, he cries out as his sensitive ears are coated in slime, only
serving to heighten his arousal! Soon, the tentacles begin to put more force into exploring his rear and
throat, slamming in and out, pounding him almost like his Mate had the night they consummated their
union, the thought of him seeing the Miqo'te like this causing him to spurt out another rope of thick
cum.

Soon enough, however, the fun nears its end, as the tentacle in his mouth slowly begins to retract, and
the one in his ass begins to undulate oddly, as large bulges begin to slowly travel down both. From his
mouth, the tentacle finally escapes, before the first bulge reaches the tip, and it begins to spurt out an
especially thick helping of slime onto his face, slowly spurting more over the rest of his body, as both
ears get an equal deposit of the slime before they too pull free and begin to give him a thorough coating
of thick Morbol cum!

Below, the first bulge finally reaches his backdoor and shoves inside, sliding through the entire length
of the tentacle and pushing out of the end, feeling solid, compared to the goop he was being bukkake'd
with. Each orb feels to be about the size of a tennis ball, and each bulge brings with it an orb, and a
small gush of goop within to help suspend it, as it grinds against his prostate and forces a small spurt of
cum from his cock. Within minutes, his belly has gone from well-defined abs, to slightly bloated, and
soon looking like someone had stuffed a whole watermelon into his belly, somehow. As his guts reach
their limit, the last orb pops into his colon, and the tentacle finally withdraws, as the creature lifts his
panting, exhausted body up and wraps all four limbs in vines, hanging his dripping form directly above
the nest of pink fruit, his body now to be used for breeding this fruit, it seemed. At least, for the
foreseeable future, until someone found him and rescued him. But that could be quite a while...