A Very Odd Hearth's Warming Eve

by Scrapplejack

Rating: mature
Tags: Thriller, Mystery, Random
Length: 5905

Luki is a sleepy moth who just wants to find a way home. But when he encounters a difficulty and requires help from a stranger, things take a rather unexpected turn.

Luki is a sleepy moth who just wants to find a way home. But when he encounters a difficulty and requires help from a stranger, things take a rather unexpected turn.

This is a Christmas gift for my BF. Yes moth ponies are weird… and sexy. This whole story's weird… and sexy.

Very special thank you to Bad Dragon for proofreading the story to ensure my vain usage of vocabulary didn't off-put the average reader. I highly recommend you follow him, his literature is vastly superior to mine. :ajsmug:

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-12-31 02:10:01 UTC

Dreams

        As the snow fell down upon the graceful city, the blinking, colored lights of Hearth’s Warming Eve adorned all the structures. The streets were decorated with patterns which were as abundant and unique as the snowflakes coating the top of each building.

        The view on the city was quite a sight to behold. Little, moving, colored spots swarmed around the streets, each one occupied with something or another. Even smaller dots darted around between the larger ones, these were foals. They were running around and playing in the snow, rolling in it and making snow ponies. There was a general atmosphere of cheer and carelessness all about the crowd. Manehattan at this time of year was a very busy, lively place. Granted, the bustling city was this way nearly year-round, but with less compassion in the air.

        Amongst the crowd was a rather odd, awkward pony. He sat on a bench by the ice skating rink, the warmth of his soft breath made visible in the air by the elements. His coat was as white as the snow blanketing the ground his hooves rested upon, his eyes a brilliant violet shade reminiscent of the dusky sky above him. This pony would seem a freak of nature at first glance, with flat, chitinous wings folded to his back. This was a moth pony, an odd magical breed of pony similar in nature to a bat pony for any other magical spawn of pony-interspecies breed.

The strange individual yawned, gingerly raising a hoof to coat his mouth. His scarf was red and blue with purple undertones, wrapped about his neck snugly. On his head were fluffy, coiled antennae which tingled lightly in the cold, but his ears stayed warm under soft, insulating ear muffs. His mane and tail was blue like the ocean surrounding the city, and the special moth fluff on his chest stuck up in the cold climate.

        He watched the various ponies of the skating ring dart about the ice in almost hypnotic movements. He could space out all night watching this. But as time dwelled past him, he found himself entranced before the vibrant magenta complexion of a pair of eyes, and they were staring right back. The eyes belonged to a rich dirt brown batpony who sat across from him, with a charcoal mane tipped in ivory. He wore a leather jacket and a black scarf as he sat to his side, his cutie mark shown to be a glass lantern.

        Noticing the bright magenta eyes piercing into his, the shy mothpony found himself staring at his hooves and the snow under the bench. He blushed a tiny bit, thinking back to the somewhat longing expression the bat’s eyes. At the same time, he had sensed something else, something rather… uncomforting. Thinking deeper, he felt like those pink eyes were familiar. Somehow, he had seen them before… and at that he had seen them recently. He blinked at the floor, finding a growing, tense unease invading his chest. His mind attempted to change the subject, he found himself wandering through thoughts of the weather. As he looked once more, he noticed that the batpony across the ice rink was no longer sitting at the spot where he once had.

        However, the suspicious stranger was not the only pony who was gone. There were no more ponies skating in the rink. Looking around, the moth discovered that he was all alone. The panic returned to him, vastly untamable and ever-expanding. As the hysteria in his heart stirred, so did the world around him. His reality sunk into futility, disappearing into shadows from underneath his hooves and in front of his eyes. He felt like he was falling through a void, but at the same time he was floating up, there was no up or down, no left or right anymore. Then, suddenly, reality slammed itself into him again, and consciousness overwhelmed his mind.

        As Luki awoke from his slumber with a light gasp, he gazed around himself, feeling the cold wood of the bench press his back. He brushed flakes of snow from his mane, warning him of the length of his nap. He looked up, seeing the stars of the night above him, in between the hulking silhouettes of the skyscrapers coating the horizon. He warily coiled his lips and tried to appear casual, hoping nopony witnessed him falling asleep. Seeing that the scattered crowd around him stirred in its usual, randomized fashion, rather than focusing on him, he let out a sigh of relief, the final shadows of tension vacating his heart.

        He took a moment to collect himself further from the edge of panic by sitting up and feeling the the night breeze carry frigid air over his body, the low temperatures flooding the skin underneath his coat chilling him to the bone. Shivering briefly, he hopped off of the bench and stretched his limbs out, the inner workings of his legs and vertebrae snapping and popping into place satisfyingly. Afterwards, he spread his patterned wings gracefully, stretching them and fluttering them gently, letting out a somewhat purr of relief, since he had laid on them for as many hours as he had been asleep. As he stretched out to a comfortable standing position, his eyes wandered to the clock to the right of him at the other end of the square. It was nearly 2 AM.

        Folding his wings back to their status quo, he wondered to himself whether or not he would be using them for their intended purpose this night. If he flew he would be able to get home faster… but if he walked he might be able to get a better look at some of the pretty displays that were in the streets. Of course, it would take longer…

        After realizing how cold it was, he made the choice that walking wouldn’t freeze him to his core like flying would. He went on his way, leaving the skating square and setting down the path that would bring him to his comfy, warm apartment. His hooves left prints in the snow, which the streets around this part of town were mostly coated in. Ponies couldn’t pull carts through here because of how thick the snow was, and the only route through town that was swept properly was where the parade would come through. There were Hearth’s Warming displays in the windows of shops, colorful lights adorning various trinkets and products. Even though, the items within screamed to be bought, most of these shops were closed for the night.

        Luki found himself looking inward rather than outward, however, his mind drifted over a variety of topics. It always seeming to settle on the somehow unsettling visions of his dream. Something about those pink eyes made them impregnably memorable. The dream couldn’t have meant anything… after all, thinking back to it, he had never seen that pony before.

        “Eh… dreams are like that.” He annotated to himself. He lifted his head to observe his surroundings once more. This street was very empty. There was almost nopony out in the open. He found it rather interesting how the block made the difference. At the skating rink, he had been surrounded by ponies, and walking  just a hundred steps away, the area felt so remote and lonely… and cold. “Burr!” He should’ve worn his sweater out here. Tugging on his scarf so it would squeeze to his neck tighter, Luki hoped it would warm his blood stream thinking of the cozy warmth to be found in his home… and he wanted to be there quickly. But he couldn’t change his mind and fly, it’s too cold. He would need to take a shortcut…

        Luki’s hoof landed in a puddle of cold water, making him shiver and pull away, looking down to seek the source of the bitter cold. Seeing the puddle of water reflected by some of the faded, misty light permeating the alleyway, and noting where each was so he may step around them. His careful steps were accompanied with thoughts of slight regret and glances to the darker reaches before him. He found himself wondering if taking the alleyways at this time of night was really the best idea, especially when nopony was out here. They were all in their comfortable, heated homes celebrating with their families, probably feasting on grandiose Holiday meals.

        “Pshh, I just gotta get home faster.” He grumbled to himself under his breath, feeling rather ridiculous for feeling this way. These alleyways were the same ones he had played in when he was a kid, they just… looked different, and he could notice the smells more and it felt a lot colder and spookier…

        The freezing pony wished he at least wasn’t alone, maybe having somepony to hold onto and defy the cold. He just needed to get home so he could warm up and eat cookies, sitting by his nice fire place there ( an odd feature for an apartment), all while the cozy atmosphere put him to sleep. He shook his head, preferring not to tease himself until he was at least halfway there. He looked in front of him, feeling his antennae quiver in the cold air current of the alleyway. They were also detecting… vibrations. They were not coming from him or the walls around him, but rather from around the corner.

        Luki froze in his trot, eyes opened wide as he perked his ears to the source. He could hear two voices whispering to one another, they sounded feminine and… somewhat fretful. Tapping his chin and growing slightly tense, wondering what their business in the alleyway could’ve been, he took a deep breath.

        “Hello? Somepony there?” He called out to the strangers. Suddenly, the whispering stopped, and his wings clamped to his body from the tension. A dozen steps away was the turn of a corner with what seemed to be a spotlight of some kind, illuminating the wall ahead of him. He soon bore witness to the bright light in front of him being interrupted, two ponies’ shadows painted onto the wall by figures approaching the corner. Luki attempted to hide his anxiety, suppressing the shaking that would take his body by storm otherwise, between the cold and the suspense.

        From the turn of the corner peaked the curious, concerned faces of two particularly young fillies. They seemed quite shaken themselves. Letting out a sigh of relief, Luki stepped towards the young ponies and tried to put on a more welcoming face. Softening his eyes and taking a deep breath, he waved a hoof for the two fillies to come out from behind the corner.

        “What are you two doing out at this time of night? And… in a place like this?” He asked curiously, looking at one of the fillies, a stout one with a charcoal black coat, a white muzzle and blue eyes. The little filly looked up to the stranger, still looking rather spooked.

        “We were playing around in the puddles... but we ran away because there’s a scary pony back there!” She pointed out, both of the little ones gesturing down the alley from whence they came.

        “Erm… scary pony?” Luki asked, trying not to gulp.

        “Yeah, he’s big and dark and he jumps out at you!” The little pony said, waving her legs and starting to trot past Luki. As they ran past him, he looked behind him to see them leave the alleyway, unable to squeeze another word in. He looked forward again, brows raised in wonder of what might lie ahead. Those little fillies were just that, little fillies, and probably had a way of letting their fears and imagination trick them (although this habit was not restricted to their age demographic, since Luki often felt he held a similar trait), but clearly they had been spooked by something. He found his wings squeeze his own body once more in slight panic. The path ahead might not be the safe. He found himself pacing faster.

        As he passed the spotlight, looking back at the wall to see his own shadow enormously cascaded onto the brick wall he once faced, he sighed, his mind dwelling into rather dry pastures. Here, he found his thoughts once more wrapped in shrouds of curiosity and confusion over his dream. He thought of what it might’ve meant. He felt so… isolated in the last seconds of it all. Never mind the odd, somewhat familiar pony. The panic he felt after the crowd disappeared, it wasn’t the fear one feels from just being alone. It was the anxiety he would expect to suffer from when feeling alone with somepony else. Somepony who meant him harm…

        At the same time, he couldn’t see who this mysterious pony was. But, more so than being alone, he felt as if he was being… watched. With his mind grasping this feeling in a sensitive grip, it felt like more than just memories. It was almost like he was… alone. In an alleyway. Being watched by somepony. Somepony who was… preying on him in some way or another.

        Luki looked around him, behind him, even above him. The spotlight was nowhere to be seen. He was alone, in the cold dark alleyway… and it felt like he was being watched. His heart started to pound in his chest, but he contained his adrenaline… after all, what if he was just being silly? But on the other hoof… this was a very real feeling. He quickened the pace of his trot, his wings squeezing around his torso.

        His hoofsteps were audible throughout the alley, his speed-trot taking him forward through the alleyways, making turns. He felt like he was almost home yet… so far away. Why wouldn’t that feeling go away? It burned in the back of his mind like a hot coal, irritating him with its scorching longevity. Layered over it was the unbearable instinct that he was being watched and hunted by something, making him practically run. He looked behind him, the instinct gripping him only grew stronger. He felt like it was following him.

Soon enough, he felt a sharp cold take his hooves by surprise, and he made an attempt to stop running. He planted his hooves, however this did nothing to end the momentum. He was sliding on ice, looking down to his slipping hooves in panic. But, he did not lift his head in time to see what was in front of him, and before he knew it, everything was black and numb.

        Voices. Luki could hear them echoing, bouncing skewed, misunderstood messages around his mind. He was drifting through a plane of uncertainty. Was he awake, was he alive? Did he even exist? Trapped in a paradox of reality, emptiness was the only thing he felt. Except for the voices. They were like a mist over a landscape of nothing. They zeroed into his focus gradually, dizzily bringing back his right mind. Consciousness once again returned to him, this time much softer. His eyes crawled forward from the back of his skull, his eyelids opening. The blurry, dizzy world around him phased into realization, and as it did, he felt a sharp yet distributed pain manifest on his noggin. He must’ve hit a wall or something and knocked himself out.

        As vision began returning to him in a gradually sharpening fog of disorientation, the first thing that came to his attention was… pink. His refreshing senses revealed more, and he saw the pink disappear for a split second underneath a shade of dirt brown. The clouds of distortion began clearing away quicker, his sight was fully-restored in near seconds. He found himself staring into the face of a pony he had seen once before. The vibrant magenta in those eyes, the charcoal mane with ivory tips and rich soil brown coat of fur.

        Luki blinked. He was in a state of shock but he couldn’t find himself any courage to say anything or react in any way. His mind soaked up the perception and comprehended it slowly. He was… staring right into the face of the pony from his dream. The pony opened his mouth, saying words that were beyond Luki’s comprehension at the moment. He was lost in his thoughts, buried by confusion and dysphoria. But he did not display any emotion upon his face. He simply stared.

        “Hello? Are you awake?” Came the words, rolling through his head suddenly as he found himself actually listening to the rather concerned... stranger before him. He paused, digging for a reply in the recovered reaches of himself.

        “Uh… yes?” He answered, raising a hoof from his side to rub his aching skull. The brown pony before him seemed to let out a sigh of relief, stepping back a bit and sitting on his haunches.

        “Man… I thought you might’ve had a concussion or something… well, maybe you still do.” The strange pony said, a meek smile growing on his lips. He extended a hoof, offering to help Luki off the ground. “Need a hoof?”

        “Sure.” Luki answered, grabbing the hoof, the two heaving him to all fours once more. He rubbed his head again, breathing in and exhaling to the throbbing pain on his head. As he did, he stumbled towards the stranger pony, who caught him before he could impact the ground once again. Luki felt dizzy. He was dizzy, cold, and in pain. He just wanted to get home.

        “Careful. So… where were you trying to go?” The strange batpony asked Luki, helping to prop him back on his hooves. Luki had little choice but to lean on the stranger for support. This would’ve, under normal circumstances, felt awkward. But right now he was dazed and cold, and he felt the warmth in the stranger’s body comforting… of course if he said that it WOULD become awkward. Lacking the mental fervor to resist and feeling the contrast of the stallion’s body pressed to his side, he shivered. Regardless, he spoke.

        “I-I just wanna get home… I’m so sorry, but would you mind helping me?” He asked, mustering the effort to level his dark, purple eyes to the stranger’s magenta vibrance.

        “I will walk you there, it’s okay. I saw you take a pretty bad hit… wouldn’t want you to walk alone after that.” The stranger replied, nodding and taking the first steps forward.

        Luki took those steps with him. This was an extremely odd Hearth’s Warming Eve.

        The pair were nearing the end of the dark alleys, seeing the glow of the bright displays on the front streets merely a block away from them. Luki was near his destination, so close to the end of this unusual journey home. It wasn’t as bad towards the end as it was in the middle. He was a bit warmer now than before, pressed to the stranger’s side in comforting exchange of body temperature. The bat’s right wing was wrapped around him for further support… he’d think about this moment later and blush, but right now he was content.

        Thinking about this with his headache, he realized he hadn’t known the pony’s name yet. Or anything about him. He just knew that he was familiar from that dream he had and… so many things puzzled him. It overwhelmed his pounded head, so he simply dropped the thoughts before they could worsen the headache. He had to start simple, and so he had.

        “Hey, what’s your name?” Luki asked, the stranger looking towards the moth pony.

        “Oh! My bad. Should’ve told you awhile ago. I’m Misty Orb.” He answered. Luki blinked, taking a moment to bring a hoof over his muzzle, suppressing a chuckle under his breath, only for it to come out as a snicker. Misty Orb smirked at the moth pony. “Yeaaaaah I know it’s weird for a stallion, you can laugh.”

        Luki couldn’t help but giggle a little bit, his hoof rejoining the other four in trotting. “Pffft, yeah that’s a pretty gay name.” he remarked before introducing himself. “I’m Luki. I live in the duplexes outside this alley and I… eat salad and stuff. I guess I can add ‘running through alleys and knocking myself out on brick walls’ to the list, just to spice it up.” Luki huffed, stifling another laugh. “And, uh… were you chasing me through there, by the way?”

        Misty chuckled some and prepared to explain his hobby. “Yeah. I jump out at fillies to scare them out of the alley ways… just for fun really. I do this on holidays mostly, especially Nightmare Night. I don’t really have a house or apartment… I’m pretty much homeless, but it doesn’t feel like that. It feels more like I’m a wanderer of some sort. Sorry about chasing you into a wall. Guess this is how I redeem myself.” He iterated, shrugging at the last sentence.

        “Oh, it’s okay!” Luki forgave, tapping his chin with a hoof briefly afterward. “You knowwww… it is Hearth’s Warming Eve. If you wanted to you could sleep on my couch tonight.” He offered. The pony thought that if this stranger was kind enough to help him home after his predicament, he might as well let him stay one night in a warm, safe place.

        Misty looked at him hopefully. “Oh, thank you! I wouldn’t mind sleeping under a heater again for once… makes me think of my foalhood.”

        “You’re very welcome. I mean, I have a fireplace but I guess it’s close enough.” Luki said, smiling forward.

        They exited the alleyway together, trotting to the entrance for Luki’s duplex. He made it home.

        The shadows danced around behind the ponies, projected around their shapes by the flame Luki had set ablaze in the fireplace. The two sat on a sofa, chattering through the night about various topics. There was something forming between the two ponies. In the course of less than 2 hours they grew rather friendly with one another on a level hardly experienced by either before, and they had just began to notice.

        They had managed to relate to each other a great amount, sharing many of the same social issues among other ponies. As the night carried on, the moon began its descent to the horizon, and Luki began to familiarize this pony with feelings of friendship and mutuality, rather than panic and confusion as he once had. For the first time since his foalhood, he had made a friend.

        Luki sipped at his hot chocolate beverage, listening contently to Misty Orb as he explained in further detail about himself. “I usually tend to get odd looks from ponies going down the streets. Most folks have never even seen a batpony. When I was small, I didn’t have many friends, everypony thought I was a freak. Well, turns out that I can use this to my advantage sometimes. I jump out and scare ponies mostly because it’s fun, but also because it makes me feel more… related to myself, if that makes any sense at all. I don’t feel so much like a freak when I act as if I am deserving of it. It’s hard to explain, but… I mean, you are a moth pony, maybe you somewhat understand what I mean?” He asked, looking at Luki with a subtly questioning expression.

        “Mmnh, yeah. I mean, when I was a foal, I learned pretty quickly how I was… different. I didn’t really learn to cope the same way as you, though, I just… prefer not to be noticed. I like to hide in plain sight.” Luki placed his mug of hot coco on the table near his right-hoof side. He leaned back over the thick, cushioned arm of his side of the sofa, letting out a soft yawn. His eyelids became heavier by the second, he struggled to remain awake.

        Orb noticed this. He too felt himself slipping slowly into rest. Although he did not comment on Luki staying on the couch with him rather than retreating to his own bedroom. The two ponies slipped into a deep, needed rest, their bodies sinking into the furniture, and their minds enveloped in their own visions.

        Luki’s sleep was dreamless and still-born. His mind felt dry and frustrated, throbbing mildly from the impact earlier. This was not the only feeling of discontent plaguing him. He slowly felt himself drifting out of his fever sleep with lack of fever, an odd feeling taking him over.

        His nerves returned to him, making him feel something pushing up against him. He felt a warm,fuzzy presence on top of him, its weight bore down on his body to pin him from movement. He felt slight shifting, the fur of the two rubbing against each other.

        Thinking about his feelings for more than a few seconds after growing to consciousness, he felt a stiff, moist surface rubbing against him in a… private area. Realizing this, he quickly regained his full consciousness. His eyes opened, discovering a dark wall in front of him. He was in the same spot he had fallen asleep, but the fire had gone out. There was nothing but the moonlight in the windows.

        The rubbing of his rear end would not go away. He could feel a weight resting on his head as well, feeling the warm breath of something above him. The movements were lazy, yet firm. He blinked, flushing in embarrassment. Surely this was an accident, right?

        “Uh… M-Misty?” He asked, attempting to lift his rear end and shift away from the force. He could move very little. And once he did move, the force around him only became stronger. His breathing quickened, as he felt something moist grasp his mane. The hardening force pushed more forcefully against his taint, making his face warm up and redden like a tomato.

        Misty was nibbling on Luki’s mane, humping at him in what began as rubbing at his sensitive taint but quickly escalated into a violating tease as he raised his hips so the tip of his member met with Luki’s puckered ponut. The moth trembled and shut his eyes, his ears flattening to his skull in quiet, fretful submission. Misty used his tip to slide Luki’s tail to the side so it wouldn’t block him as he had his way.

        He prodded Luki’s entrance, the moth lifting his tail out of Orb’s way reluctantly. He whimpered gently as Misty pushed into him slowly, letting out a suppressed yelp as he felt the whole tip enter him firmly, the warm prostate fluid helping it slip into his welcoming entrance. Luki’s tight, warm walls made way for Orb’s now-throbbing cock as he pushed into the moth pony, making Luki whine in an odd mixture of emotions.

        As he hilted into the anus, he momentarily let out brief, shuttering breaths of happiness, and then pulled back until only his tip remained inside of Luki. He began to push back into the now moist orifice, creating a steady rhythm of heave and hoe. Luki attempted to remain silent, only letting out a suppressed squeak and brief moan under his breath every now and then as Misty fucked him harder, picking up the pace.

        The moth’s tight hole clenched around Orb’s rock-hard, throbbing cock as he pounded into him relentlessly, back-and-forth, spurting warm, slippery pre all over his wrinkled walls for lubricant, allowing him to continue at a steady pace. Misty huffed and flagged his tail, aggressively nibbling one of Luki’s ears as he thrust, his prostate fluid leaking all over Luki’s taint and around his sweet pucker, which was stretched petitely around Misty’s thick member. Luki was hard underneath his own tummy, dripping warm, salty fluid all over his sofa and basically soaking his soft under fur, his cock throbbing against the dank warmth in the furniture cushion beneath him.

        The larger bat pony ceased his forceful thrusts and panted momentarily, slowly pulling out of Luki, whose walls squeezed back to a more loose, spaced state of its original placement, the damp folds seeming to deflate. As Misty’s member made a complete exit, he stamped a hoof down in tension and stood up, pressing his front hooves down on Luki’s rump for balance. He brought his throbbing, teased cock up and rubbed it in between Luki’s cheeks, the bottom slugging and sliding over his living toy’s heaving pucker assertively. He used his hooves and squeezed Luki’s cheeks together around his throbbing dick as it slid, giving them a spank.

        “Mmmnnnh… gooood boy~” Misty practically purred in a low, overbearing tone. “I am feeling rather tired, though… suppose you wouldn’t mind finishing me off?~” He asked seductively, flopping back onto his arm of the couch and spreading his legs, revealing his sticky, soaked rod, which reflected the moonlight with its dark, slick surface.

        Luki sighed and let his rump sink to the couch once again, a single tear streaming down his cheek. This, however, was not a tear of pain.

        His chest rose and fell, deep breaths leaving and entering his lungs as he bounced up and down on Misty’s pulsating shaft, which created friction deep inside of him as he clenched around it. Luki’s balls and erect, bouncing cock slapped onto Misty Orb’s tummy, dripping sticky prostate fluid which splashed as far as Orb’s upper chest, soaking the area immediately in front of and beneath the moth’s member.

        Misty groaned and bucked his hips, shutting his eyes and letting his head fall back. He felt the warm friction overwhelming his phallus getting stronger and faster, the compliant little moth that was taking his cock deep letting out moans as he exhaled.

Orb gasped as his body went numb, his legs shaking and his ears going limp as his orgasm approached. His cock twitched uncontrollably and his tail wagged, pumping hot seed into Luki’s comfy anus. The submissive pony shuddered and stopped his bouncing, panting and working his hips around Misty’s rod as he clenched tight around it, the flare brushing the stimulating wrinkles, milking him for every drop of cum he had.

        As he lifted his rump from its position on Misty’s member, the semen bridged them in strings that broke as Luki sat back and laid his head down over the sofa’s arm, letting his breath catch up to him. His tail wagged as he let his legs move to get comfy on the couch. He used a hoof to rub his tense cock, whining a bit and thumping his left leg on the couch. He looked at Misty with longing eyes, who brought his head up to meet the moth’s gaze. He let out a thoughtful hum. What could he do to relieve this poor thing? He usually wouldn’t consider it… but this was Hearth’s Warming Eve, so why not?

        He let out a chuckle and shut his eyes. “Fiiine… but, you’ll have to cum without me touching your dick~” Misty promised with a smirk.

        Luki gulped.

        Moans permeated the room, Luki’s pre-cum leaking from his member like a facet, soaking the wall his erection pressed against. He was pinned to it upside down, his hooves used to hold him up on the couch arm. He was very dazed and the world felt like it was spinning around him, all the blood had rushed to his head, but he shut his eyes and let the pleasure that consumed his crotch distract from all other feelings.

        Misty licked at his sensitive taint and pucker, the bat’s erection poked at the back of Luki’s head. He breathed in through his nostrils as he let his rough, slimy tongue drag across Luki’s crotch, his smooth leathery wings wrapped around the creature in a stabilizing embrace, Luki’s legs dangling in the air and scraping at the wall, trying to gain a hoofhold for more balance.

        The batpony used his hooves to press upon Luki’s rump to keep him from struggling. He brought his tongue to the moth’s ponut, licking around it teasingly, exhaling in satisfaction as it quivered in anticipation.

        He moaned as he let his tongue slither into Luki’s loosened, still cum-drenched anus. Luki momentarily clenched around it, trapping Misty’s tongue inside of him. Misty reacted by bringing his right forehoof down, spanking Luki hard enough that it left a red hoof mark where he struck, making Luki cry out and loosen. Orb proceeded, wrapping his lips around his pucker and sucking while his tongue did all the work as it slid around and rimmed the moth’s pulsing anus, the cum from his walls giving further lubrication to the saliva and sticking to the rough surface of the tongue.

        Misty let his fleshy tool sink deeper as Luki moaned out, nearing his orgasm as he felt the domineering bat’s fangs apply light pressure to his ponut, his shorter teeth holding it and gently rubbing the sensitive area. His ears flattened and he writhed a bit, his legs and shaking and his breath intensifying as his cock leaked the first drops of semen, his tail wagging wildly before thick ropes of cum burst from his cock and painted his wall and body. He practically squealed as his legs flailed, kicking dents into the wall.

        As Luki flailed, Misty could not control the spasming moth and lost balance, falling back onto the sofa once more, the final jets of semen pumped through the twitching member as Luki fell on top of Orb. The two ponies panted as they lay on top of one another, Luki opening his eyes once he caught up with his breath.

His tail and ears drooped as he yawned, looking back to Misty, who was letting his head rest on the arm of the sofa. Luki sat up and stepped off of the couch, stretching his wings and legs before looking out of the window. The streets were no longer lit with displays, and the rising run had turned the world from a darkness to a rather pleasant morning grey.

        Misty put on his jacket and was ready to leave, before exchanging a final passionate kiss with Luki. “Mmmmnnh… you were a good boy tonight~” Orb remarked smugly, raising an eyebrow.

        “Pffft, there were other nights?” Luki asked, giggling a little bit. He had barely met this pony yet he seemed familiar to him. And… he could almost feel like believing him when he said that.

        Misty chuckled and shut his eyes, smirking and holding Luki close to him. “Ohhhh, it’s not. Well, on the bright side I didn’t even have to drug you out of your mind this time!~” He replied before kissing the blinking moth pony on the cheek and sprinting out of the open door, into the cold streets as the sun rose, leaving an orange and blue sheen along the sky as ponies began to stir.

        Luki sunk to his haunches and rubbed the cheek where the mysterious brown bat had pecked him. He looked into the slow crowd outside. Nowhere to be seen was he. Luki stirred the clues given to him around in his head in order to brew conclusions. In the end, he was left with one thing - a dizzy headache.

        He retired to his actual room and collapsed on his comfortable bed, drifting into an all-too-familiar dream world once more, ending this odd experience just as it had begun.