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This is a tale I wove both in self-interest and for a friend. It contains male-male sexual content and a dash of self-indulgent whimsy. Would you wish to skip to the down n' dirty, just Ctrl + F the phrase, "And Steam." Comments are most welcome; thank you for reading.

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Call him Zephyr. He is not of your world, but a part of it he would like to be. He hails from the seventh world of the seventh system of the seventh galaxy of the seventh dimension, but of what consequence any of that is to you is that he was here, and a boy of your Earth made him very happy.

Zephyr is a turquoise, brown, and white winged creature born on the bola-planets Pegheppler, a duo of rocks infinitely rotating around each other spinning through that seventh system. A leaf-nosed bat by your planet's definition, standing four foot-seven by your planet's measurements, there was a day (by your planet's timekeeping) he desired furlough, and so from his bola-planet's ether they made him flesh and fur and shot him through the stars to reality, where he landed in a wooded area in a colossal plume of cotton candy in a cocoon of woven bacon strips.

He ate his way out of the porcine placenta and stumbled to his knees gasping for air, evacuating amniotic fluid known commonly as Capri Sun from his myriad orifices like one of their punctured pouches when the straw spears through the back: a common aggravation of nineties children, by your planet's nostalgia.

Grasping at blades of grass he comprehended air, and life, and the biomechanical machine that was the furry body. He stood with a stumble on clawed, prehensile feet and stretched his leathery blue wings for the first time, crying out into the forest between sharp fangs and an entrhalled smile.

To smile. To yearn. To lust: he quickly found the pleasurable pod between his legs and its pocketed reproductive rod a gauge for such pleasure, presently at full and pushing into the "red." His heart beat in the veins of this blue swollen flesh and he took to the sky with a screech that shook the leaves around him.

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Call him Nath. Or Batty, like everyone else did. Batty was a young flying fox making his way through college--a Chemical Engineering degree, God rest that merry gentleman and his overworked mind--who was now enjoying a November weekend away at the Pocolo Furiendian Nature Preserve, known well for its lush forests and mighty mountainous trails. The park was dedicated to the long-disappeared tribe of Chief Ermagerd, a wolf made into legend for the special Lentraiva plant he once cultivated on the reserve's fertile terrain.

It was a plant known for the restorative and invigorating properties of its pollen.

The gray Earth bat casually strolled along these trails from under the treetops, one wing tapping the closed buds of Lentraiva flowers and more innocent berry bushes as the other clasped his smartphone that was currently wired to his head, his plump store-bought ear-buds throbbing synth and bass directly into him while he enjoyed the wind on his cheek, the foliage rustling in unison to urge him along. Like a majority of bats, he had legs long as a canine's, and so he wore a pair of designer jeans that let his thin Dalmatian-like tail hang out the back. Up top he wore a pleasant vest and a scarf fastened tightly about his neck, and nothing to cover his auburn crown of hair.

With a tap of his long thumb he put a song on repeat and started to skip. The pixelated PC game artwork of his amateur DJ friend adorned the phone's touchscreen, and the pattern of a similar game adorned his messenger bag which hung from his shoulder and bounced against his petite, feminine rump.

Zephyr watched with glee, his amethyst eyes sparkling like the Technicolor rivers of his home.

Batty stopped at a clearing to ponder the view, his pointed maw falling agape with wonder as the thick treeline yielded unto a ridge that yawned into a thick valley below, trees upon trees a hundred yards below abutted against one another in a verdant blanket stretching out for acres below. The wind blew in a low howl across the valley, teasing in rippling waves. His wings trembled with impulse, wanting to leave his messenger bag on the trail and soar.

The bat brought his fat phone up and snapped a photo. He was quite happy to be out and about after a rough week in school--he'd been sick for a while and so had missed classes, which resulted in landing face-first in a couple of tests he'd planned on studying for, but a bad case of flu makes one more inclined to play Civilization 5 or some indie Steam game instead.

And he was gay, which the liberal college that he went to did encourage and celebrate, but none of its students ever seemed to practice it. The PRIDE group was all lesbians and hippies obsessed with social issues. But where were the ball-nuzzlers like him? The young bat was frustrated, and it wasn't out of persecution, but from isolation. Even his family at large politely ignored his sexuality as if it were a drinking problem or some other "bad life choice." Nath shook his head and shoved his device into his vest, music still pumping into his skull and keeping him unaware of the rustling of the foliage behind him.

Zephyr giggled mischievously, the mystical flowers tickling his turquoise leaf-nose and enlivening what was already aroused. Summoning a breath that spilled out in a puff of glitter, he blew on the hibernating flowers that marked the trail. They started to stir and shiver. The bat squatted low in the shadows, his wings lying about him like a cloak and blades of grass tickling his turquoise tailhole.

Nath took a deep breath of the fresh mountain air and suddenly coughed when a little spice hit his sensitive pteropic nose. Surprised, he wiped it across his broad gray wing and pulled his earbuds out, placing them in a pocket opposite his phone so the cords lay across his svelte torso like a pocketwatch chain. The Earth bat looked around to see the Lentraiva flowers in bloom--odd for November--and then quickly dug out his phone to snap another picture.

"This could be a good cover photo," he remarked to himself, referring to his burgeoning crop of social media pages. "And Steam."

Zephyr ran his whip-like tongue against the wet ridge of his incisors. This was a brilliant youth, a luscious, if lean, individual hiding from view with this stodgy raiment--he, like the flowers around him, was curling into himself. It was time for this boy to flourish. The alien snapped his tongue against the roof of his mouth and then vanished behind a tree.

The Lentraiva petals flared and their stamens cracked like whips, sending a cloud of pollen into the air. Thrilled at the spectacle, Nath let out a squeal, snapping yet another picture of them before another snap of spice hit his nose and made him sneeze. It made him sneeze a lot, and the bat soon fell to one knee as they continued one after the other. His chest strained against his vest.

He felt funny. He felt warm, but it wasn't the weather. The tips of his prehensile feet were still cold, but his lungs burned--what was in the air? Was he allergic to these flowers? Nath coughed into his wing, clawing at the ground with the other. His eyes watered, blurring his vision. He tugged at his scarf, loosening it, revealing a baby-blue dog collar fastened around his neck.

A pair of purple eyes sparked at the sight, the creature creeping through the undergrowth and smiling like the Cheshire cat.

Nath threw the scarf away as heat spread through him. His mind began to cloud, his eyes watered, and his sneezing came in odd, erratic bursts. His fur stood on end and sweat dripped from his auburn hair. His phone fell from his vest and hung by its earbud lanyard. Music pulsing against his stomach. The bat grabbed the first button of his vest and pondered it, failing to notice the shadow looming over him.

This was a nice vest, but it had to come off. Sweating and anxious, Nath sat back on his heels and hissed in pain. He was hard--the front of his pants bulged lewdly, all six inches of him pulsing against the rough denim fabric and his lacy undies, bought in secret from a less-than-male outlet.

He stopped sneezing when a black spot of pre formed on the mound of his jeans. His heart beat in his ears. These were nice jeans, but they had to come off.

In a frenzy the bat fumbled at his belt, claws scraping against the metal grommets, his cock grinding against rough denim through softer cotton with every move. He let out a yelp of frustration as the belt finally released and he threw the clasp aside to work on the zipper. His other paw was furiously fumbling with the buttons on his vest, but they wouldn't go through the holes! With a final enraged bark, he ripped the vest apart and its buttons scattered into the foliage.

The red Lentraiva flowers pulsed in time with his harried breathing.

The jeans. Batty rolled himself onto his back and threw his feet in the air, shimmying his pants up his wiry legs until caught on his heels. His erection bounced between his thighs, swaddled in baby-blue panties and darkening them with every throb. Nath screamed and raked at his denim shackles, ploughing rifts as he frantically fumbled for the ankles, and when they were caught he yanked the garment off and threw it at the flowers, casting his lovely designer denim off the precipice and into the Reserve's grand valley. On his hands and knees, the boy watched them tumble out of existence.

He was naked save for a pair of blue boyshort panties and a baby-blue collar. His erection throbbed hopelessly in its cradle, soaking the front with clear goo and pushing the feminine fabric far from his aching sac. His wiry tail thrashed behind him.

The young male hooked a thumb in his lacy waistband.

"Leave them on," a voice purred.

"Ahh!" he shrieked, scrambling to his feet and falling on his rump. On his back, Nath watched as a bat of blue, brown, and white walked out of the forest on short digitigrade haunches, a full nine inches of thick blue phallus bouncing with every step. Why was it blue? It looked just like his, but bigger, and...

Nath quickly covered himself, trying hard not to grope the soaked fabric between his legs. "Who are you?" he barked.

"Wings at your sides, pup," Zephyr said, "let me see you."

"I..." he said, and then sneezed one final time. His head was resting right among the red flowers, their pheromones rushing to his brain in a tidal wave of heat and lust.

Nath dropped his wings and instinctively spread his legs, showing off his brazenly tented panties. The wet spot on them had trickled from the apex down to the cove of his balls, accentuating the cleft between them.

"I am not of your world," he said, "but I would like to be. My name is Zephyr."

"Why me?" the gray bat exclaimed. His jaw trembled and his teeth were moist. His hips bucked instinctively at the colored bat as he walked toward him. Zephyr's long dextrous toes raked the ground with every step.

"Why indeed," he purred as he stepped over the taller bat's knees, straddling his supine body. He combed his claws through Nath's auburn hair as he hovered his erection dangerously close to the other male's muzzle.

Nath knew in his mind he should run. Or at least introduce himself. The pheromones pumped madly through his body, clouding his mind, washing it in fizzy bubbles and sending giggly sparks of static up the strands of his fur.

"I'm..." was all he managed before he plunged his head into the bat's lap, wrapping his lips around the glans and tasting the sweet succor seeping from the tip. His long thin tongue teased the slit, piling against itself as if to beg entrance, but Zephyr declined. Where were the ball-nuzzlers indeed.

Zephyr wrapped his other wing around the boy and pushed his head further down, hissing between his tongue and fangs as inch by inch, the young male took the heavy shaft and suckled noisily. Nath moaned around its girth as coarse sheath fur neared his nose. He took a deep breath as he swallowed precum and saliva, his throat wide in anticipation.

In the cavern made by his wings, Zephyr's groan echoed. Holding the back of the younger male's head, he began to thrust his shaft in and out of his muzzle, grunts escaping his own throat in time.

Nath grabbed the bat by his haunches, voracious. The silky wet sound of his tongue, cheeks, and lips against the hard, pulsating flesh was amplified tenfold, and in this blue leathery dome of wing, chest, and hips he thrust himself upon the shaft with such verve that Zephyr's pendulous white pouch hit his chin. It was soaking wet.

Zephyr pulled Nath against his groin and heard him choke. Holding his bulky cock firmly against the back of the boy's throat, Zephyr pressed his nose against the top of the male's auburn crown and snorted, listening his maw work around its massive gag, feeling the tongue writhe against his underbelly, and grinding his hips so that the bat stumbled.

The beast took a long lick through Nath's tresses, then wrapped his spindly fingers around his grey shoulders and started pumping into him. He fucked the young male's face with his teeth bared, and Nath responded in kind by clasping the creature's hips and holding on for dear life.

Nath's own erection throbbed as it stretched the soaked fabric, and his sac fell out to one side. Over and over, he swallowed the thick blue cock as it pistoned into his mouth. His jaw ached, but there were deeper needs to satisfy. Pheromones, both of the flowers and his own, rushed and roiled over his mind as he thrust his head in kind, a trembling strand of saliva falling from his maw as over and over, the hefty white sac bounced against his chin.

He kissed the tip, he cupped the sac, but when he reached down to grope at his own needful bulge, he was immediately rebutted. "Leave it be," the blue bat growled, and raked his claws lustily through the other's scalp, squeezing the muscles in the back of his head as they worked his jaw around the sopping wet flesh. With a kinky flair the young bat wrapped his long tongue around Zepyr's cock before pulling his mouth around it, and Zephyr groaned between his ears. His gurgles and slurps echoed around him as he hungrily forced his face down on the girthy shaft, whining as the dark spot on his panties continued to grow.

Nath whimpered as suddenly, his groin pulsed, spilling seed into his ruined panties and running down the inside of his leg. Cum piled through the fabric and ran down the pitched cotton, dribbling over his small gray sac and pooling on the ground. He grabbed two fistfuls of hip fur and swallowed all nine inches while his cock ruptured, the fat tip of the larger prick bending at the back of his throat and angling downward.

The young male's scent hit Zephyr's nose and he released the boy's head, spreading his wings wide as his loins fired and his cock released, pumping thick, hot seed into the bat's stomach. Nath stroked his throat and chest as he felt it rush into him, greedily swallowing every last drop.

He felt full. Satisfied and aching in several places, the bat fell back onto his elbows, coughing as the fat phallus exited his mouth with a loud, gratuitous slurp and landed on his chest with a thud. An afterglow settled upon him and he shook with a giggle.

"I'm Nath," he said, blushing in his ears. He played with the loop on his collar. "Or Batty; you can call me that, too."

Zephyr settled down on the bat's stomach, his tail sweeping over the gooey, sticky mess behind him.

"You're naked," the creature purred, then with a beat of his wings shot into the sky, disappearing into the treeline.

Like stepping out of a hot shower into a cold hallway, his afterglow dissipated like steam.

The student's eyes shot open. He was in the middle of a National Reserve. In cummy women's underwear. Panicked, the bat looked around. There his vest was with his phone, crumpled along the treeline. His scarf was hung up on some Lentraiva. His PC-geek messenger bag lay face-down in the grass. Tentatively, he sighed with relief.

And his pants...

Nath scrambled to his feet and looked over the edge of the trail, down the edge of a cliff to trees abutted against each other hundreds and hundreds of yards below.

His squeal of dismay echoed into deep recesses of the valley. He was in the middle of a state park with no pants and slimy soiled underwear. Practically naked. Suddenly, Nath sneezed into his paw, splattering it with cum. He was about to wipe it on his leg when his nose twitched, and he brought the viscous fluid up to his snout. It had the right consistency, but there was something to the smell he'd not sampled from any other of his limited partners. He could taste it on the back of his tongue, too.

Was that...?

No.

He licked his palm and immediately recoiled.

...Irish Cream?