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Night Hopper's Cave

By: Jeremiah Nighthopper

Moss blanketed stone walls that were smooth and stretching up as guardians of the earth looking down. Stalagmites, seeping moisture of the day, drip by drip, adding to the pool beneath. Refreshing if any were to taste. Almost icy cold from the trapped air inside the solid darkness. A buried night where plant life started to glow. A timing set by nature, like it was meant to wake the creature above. First glance would see only another point aiming at intruders, a natural disaster waiting to happen, but no. This was another formation of sorts. The bat being Nighthopper.

When sleep takes the world, plants of the black abyss glow. Those who do not depend on eyes to see, awaken. A vision completely different, strange, maybe mysterious, and not always understandable. The speared nose, beady eyes, large ears, membranous wings all were possibly unnatural. But he existed. For what ever reason.

A world of the unseeing is the only place Nighthopper belonged. Truly belonged. Light dwellers cringe in sights of him. Can not place what they think, feel, or believe. Ugliness, weird, evil even may be as they run in terror. No longer caring for their thoughts, the bat came to nature, here in the ink of the world to write the differential view.

As the moss grew intensely with phosphorescence holes in the walls revealed his work. Scroll after scroll, rolled, oiled, and some sealed. The world could use a view with no eyes. Unfolding his wings and licking the air he caught a scent of some breakfast. Cracking his talon knuckles his feet claws let go spreading quickly his leather to slow the pace. Feeling for the pocket of air that always led the way. Softly like a pile of grass the pressure pushed him back up on a current. He strengthened his back and arms with one scoop of air, swooshed through the blackness.

No one could hear what he heard. He heard the walls, their measurement between, the boulders that would break a bird, and felt how to fly through that crevice in the mountain side. Out into the cold space of the natural, normal world, on the surface below the sky is never like what lies beneath. Mapping sounds returned, creating a hunt plan as the moths in these parts were plenty, fat, large, and had a sweat flowery taste.

One was in his muzzle before he adjusted course to get to the next one. Tail maintained a balance that allowed for straight flight. His legs remained fixed out and were used to break, or router a new direction. Swimming in the pressure of life, the breath of the world, full filling his own. Instincts rippled his muscles as arms folded to a dip in time to miss the sonic image of bird talons.

"One night, Night...Hopper! Your ears won't stay sharp for long."

The bright white of his feathers cut the background, making everything see that he was there. It has been many years of torment, but one night, that creature will not be so high and mighty. An owl's time must also come, even one so closeted as that gorgeous thing who lives in this high range, alone, with not so many to see. But here, the unseen can be unveiled. Blackest secrets hidden in shadow, could not escape the ears of the bat. This creature displayed so much pride, vanity, and did not know that Nighthopper knew his secrets. Hunted only because the bat amused that the owl thought he had control.

A breeze picked up and apparently there were no clouds, as cold, wet drops came onto his mane of fur down his back. Feeling the sonic map blur from the millions of now returning images. Each dribble from the sky. He had to seek some cover and heard that his crevice was near by. It was later than anticipated and deciding he was actually quite satisfied for now, he went home. Instead of gliding in he dropped onto the entrance and crept inside.

Hearing those soft feathers shaking from the damp cold. A scroll in his wings as he read Nighthopper's poetry allowed.

"Black Soft Sweat Scent.

I hear you, Thy blind beast made.

Sense me back.

I long for your touch.

Unknowing creature out there.

Stroke my living pleasure.

Hidden invisible Dreams.

Wrapped in polluted delusion of Status Quo."

Gently he rolled it up and placing it back in the exact place he got it hands firmly ran through head feathers, down around neck, over his chest humps thick from nightly work. Slowly squeezing out the liquid his abs became dryer as one hand went behind lifting his own tail, the other seizing man hood.

For the small amount of vision that the bat had, he crept in for a closer look, climbing as a shadow over the walls, and up the ceiling. The SQUIK sound as owl penis emerged pumping wetness off into the cave and the LUP as his fingers entered his back entry playing, rolling, and forcing deeper. Nighthopper almost giggled. It has been seven years and till this day he never found the cave. Now here, he is turned on so much by one poem of his, he did not even care if the bat thing was around.

Bending over slightly the owl quickened as two fingers were going in and out using what liquid he could from the rain this night as lubrication. Bringing his bird flesh bit to erection there was a COO coming from a starting to crunch face. Expression of beginning orgasms. Nighthopper experienced the sensation many times in that very spot. Warmth of memories built blood in his center body hardening at the sight. Not that this was perverted. It was his cave after all.

"OOO!" The vigorousness of those strokes made it quite apparent. It was getting time. Leathery hands were stroking too with out Nighthopper even realizing. Burning hot, the bat could not contain it any longer, his claws let go, those unheard wings slowed him in perfect aim. Nothing could have expressed the fear, the spasm, the excitement the owl had in that moment. Like shadows took hold of him. Arms firmly SLAMMED against the wall. Something hot, wet, and so wonderful snaked through his neck feathers, around his throat, sliding around his chest V.

It was hot, everything went blind as if light failed in this dream. Nightmare possibly, but it felt so good. A point, slick, prodding came up under his tail feathers and found the honey spot with one shot. Coming into him like a warmed thick SOMETHING from out in the sun. But this hooked inside of him perfectly, he COOED passionately. May be described as pain, but this was of lust.

Nighthopper obliged with powerfully built hips for stable flight and climbing. Smacks against rump made his meat suck in. Hungrily the owl tried to pull him in as if starved for his cock. The owl pleasure hole was fed, over, and over again. That gluttonous, closeted flesh piece wanted more and more, tightening with every push. Bearing all his weight, it seemed like a life time of torture, but pressure built made the owl shake. Gripping harder, Nighthopper quickly stuck his tail between the owl's legs and coiled his dick in a hard constriction. Wrists of the aves being were hot and raw from the restraining bat claws. Fierceness is what the owl wanted. To be taken. To be ripped from reality and given to darkness.

Faster the motion of up and down to pleasure him. His ass so ripe, his cock so loving it, his neck untouched ground. The white owl may not feel so pretty in morning as the prejuicing began. His tail was slickened by the second so a second loop in the coil consumed the aves flesh. His SCREECH was a thank you apparently from the rupturing spasms he started to have from tail jacking, ass pounding, and teeth found his surface under those now matted feathers.

Blood pulse made it apparent. His heart raced pounding against rib's cage and the bat slammed in hard, biting into his shoulder "OH SKY IN HEAVEN!" No more could be had as this was the last bit of turn on needed. Nighthopper ruptured his ablaze semen into that now claimed hole filling him till he drizzled hot gooey drops down their thighs. "Yes! YEs! YES!" Owl dick shook in his tail's hold, trying to come loose. Spraying wonderful built abs, wall, covering the tail, slimed and thankful.

The bird guy swayed, but Nighthopper knew, he would not be happy to realize this was no dream, and with him. As much energy as he could muster, the bat lifted and flung out the cave. Traveling as quickly as possible he got to a close by pool and laid him down beside it. "Huh? Who's there?" Turning over as if trying to sleep. This gave a quick moment for cleansing in the pool. As the feathers were starting to come back into place the night mammal of the sky shot up and those sparkles that outlined his form made the owl sigh. "Yes, oh creature of hidden sights. I know your secrets and even if you think you control this. But its all I have ever wanted."