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The sun was long gone, the skies were dark, but the heat of the summer day was still there. I was lying on my bed face down, completely naked and sweating as I tried to find sleep. Even if I managed to doze off, I was quickly awakened by the sounds of the city night. Crickets were clittering in the grass, cars were braking and accelerating, and then I heard a heavy fluttering followed by a distinct thud right next to me. I realized that something had landed in my room. I should’ve closed the window, but exhausted from the heat, I had simply forgotten about it.

I groaned and sluggishly turned my head to face the disruption. A giant poodle moth sat in the center of my room, crawling around and whispering to herself as if she was looking for something. Stifling my gasp of surprise and holding my breath, I hoped that she would simply leave my room just as quickly as she had entered it. Unfortunately, she had noticed my presence and stared right at me, her opalescent faceted eyes gleaming in the dim lights of the night. Her search was over, and she began to crawl right toward me. ”Hey!” she exclaimed with a ringing chitter. Unfolding her massive wings, she lifted her body onto the bed, landing directly next to my head. ”How are you?” I still refused to make a noise, closed my eyes, and ignored her, but she wouldn’t have it. She reached for my arm and insistently drummed on my elbow with her front legs.

She wouldn’t go away on her own, so much was clear. In a sleepy attempt to get rid of her, I just swatted at her, but she evaded my hand with ease, giggling.

I grunted again and finally gave up. ”Oh, come on, I’m trying to sleep. Come back any other time and I’ll give you what you want.” Poodle moths got their name from their magnificent white fur and because they were as big as poodles. However, calling them sex moths would’ve been much more fitting. These critters were surprisingly intelligent, had a ridiculously high libido, and a natural inclination for humans. They were the consequence of some very strange, highly illegal experiments with human, bonobo, and moth DNA. Never meant to see the light of day, a royal fuck-up had allowed a few of them to escape and procreate. Now they were absolutely everywhere.

”Need now!” she insisted desperately. This time she turned around and pushed her big abdomen against my arm, smearing her bug juices over my skin. Always horny, always ready, always hungry for human dick. A sweet scent wafted through the air and enveloped my nose. It was a cloud of potent pheromones, strong and specific enough to arouse a human. My morning wood twitched against the mattress and I felt exceptionally hot. The sudden arousal clouded my mind and the urge to jerk off became inescapable.

Great, now I was awake and horny. Maybe if I went for the bathroom to rub one out, she might be gone by the time I returned. When I got up, she glimpsed at my erection and promptly cried, ”Dick! Dick! Dick!” She turned around and showed off her rump, bending down and pushing out her abdomen. There was a prominent opening in her black chitin, a vent with two quivering holes, a narrow triangular anus, and a pretty big, glistening vagina. Better and tighter than any toy, her offer was very tempting. I even knew what to expect. I had already shared a week with a poodle moth when I had been younger. They were great fun, but sometimes a little too pushy and horny. Just as her smaller moth sisters were drawn to the artificial lights of civilization, she was drawn to willing human males. If I indulged her, she would stay as long as the fire of my arousal glowed for her. That’s at least the rest of the night, probably even longer.

Then she rolled on the back, all six legs spread away, showing off the fluffy white underside and the delicious bug pussy at the same time. She looked at me with eager eyes, fluttering antennae, and jittering mandibles, bursting with excitement. The moth already knew how I would decide and was only waiting for me to realize that I was hers. I couldn’t do anything about it. My plans to go back to sleep faded as her cuteness, her willingness, and especially her pheromones in the air convinced me to give in to her.

The poodle moth started to chatter in her own buggy language, the words bursting out of her tiny mouth. With my limited understanding of her native tongue, I only understood single words, but that sufficed to clarify her intent. She wanted to fuck, feel me inside her, and she mentioned her eggs again and again. Her chattering turned into an ecstatic squeaking when I grabbed her at her waist and lifted her up. She was light and squishy, yet surprisingly sturdy. But before I did anything naughty to her, I spent a moment stroking her incredibly soft fur. The bundle of joy in my hands whistled and singsonged, calming down a little while I caressed her. However, as soon as she grew bored of the petting, her horniness returned, and her lust burnt hotter than before. She was now wet enough to continuously drool sticky juices from her cunt.

Before I gave her the dick, I pulled a hand all the way down to her twitching opening. She looked exceptionally tight, so I wanted to prepare her a little to be on the safe side. I circled a single finger around her twitching pussy. She wasn’t only sopping wet, she was also comfortably warm. When I carefully slipped the tip of my finger inside her, she howled and thrashed around with her fluffy legs. I quickly added a second finger, and then a third one. She opened up like a flower in the morning sun and was soon ready to take my penis, or maybe even my entire fist. It had been a while since my last time with a moth. I had already forgotten just how flexible they were.

”Dick!” she clamored and kicked with her pair of hind legs. My fingers weren’t enough, she was ready and lusting for something bigger. I pulled my hand out of her quivering channel, leaving it nice and gaped. Grabbing her tightly, I lowered her to my hips, aligning my shaft with her rump. The air was brimming with anticipation, for the first time since her arrival, the moth shut up and waited with bated breath. As my tip kissed her soft opening, she regained her voice and a moan of pleasure poured out of her tiny maw, her tongue slipping free and extending over her entire midsection.

Then I pushed in, tenderly adding inch by inch of throbbing meat to her needy body. Her pussy was warm and tight. It even convulsed around my cock, giving me the lewdest, hottest massage. She felt better than even the most expensive pocket pussy and she had landed in my room for free. When I bottomed out, I felt the eggs she had mentioned. Many subtle bumps lined the deeper parts of her channel, nubs of pleasure where they distended her skin. Her entire abdomen was packed with the soft orbs, and I could only guess how many were inside her. Once I was balls-deep inside her, her bloated abdomen looked even plumper and fuller. I briefly paused to appreciate her exotic, sexual beauty before fucking her with tender thrusts.

If I took it slow, I told myself, I could enjoy this for longer. However, her cunt was too good for my brain to handle. Radiant pleasure flooded my mind and incited a change of plans. I needed more and I needed it now! Gripping her tightly, I went to town and began to fuck her hard and fast. Her juices splattered everywhere while I pounded her silly, her abdomen squishing and creaking as it embraced my raw lust. Every thrust squeezing another potent cloud of pheromones from her holes, firing me up even more. I stopped thinking and just fucked her like an animal, even snorting and grunting like one.

The moth welcomed my fervor with ecstatic squeaks. I gave her exactly what she wanted. Her six legs had gone limp from the pleasure, her body had surrendered to my advances. Behind those faceted eyes, there were no more thoughts, just flaming lust and pleasure.

My arousal swelled beyond the usual limitations of my mind, time and space lost their meaning. The one and only thing that existed in my life was her perfect pussy, wrapped in an adorable body and the fluffiest fur imaginable. The moth twitched and squirmed in my embrace, her howls becoming hotter as she climaxed. Her canal convulsed vigorously and her hot liquids streamed around my cock, making her even wetter and slicker. However, I didn’t slow down and fucked her even harder, relishing the wonderful sensation of her tightening pussy with relentless thrusts. It shouldn’t remain her only orgasm. Again and again, the moth broke down into squeaks of utter pleasure, her body thrashing and squirming as climax after climax washed through her mind.

Even though I hammered her with all my might, it took me forever to get even close to cumming. The same scents that kindled my fire, delayed my inevitable explosion to infinity. Maybe minutes passed, maybe an entire hour, perhaps the entire night. In the end, I couldn’t tell how long I really lasted. The orgasm just happened from one moment to the next. My thrusts slowed and I rammed my cock deep inside her gushing sex. I paused, and there was a brief moment of silence after the relentless humping. The quiet before the storm. Even the moth had stopped squeaking, enjoying her current orgasm with a suppressed moan, her eyes sparkling as she anticipated my release. My muscles tensed up, my balls jumped, and my penis twitched, unloading my sperm into the willing vessel. Nothing would go to waste, this was my warm gift to the ecstatic bug.

I hadn’t come this hard in a long time. The combination of her scent and her superb pussy elicited the largest load I had ever had, my cock pulsing and spurting for half a minute until the voluminous torrent faded into a trickle. She accompanied every single ejection of hot seed with an intense cry and sighed with deep satisfaction when it came to a close. ”Thank you!” she chittered. But we both underestimated my stamina. A new wave of arousal surged in my loins. I grunted in surprise, there was no post-orgasmic low, just the rapidly rising urge to breed her even more. Fueled by her invigorating pheromones, I pressed her against my belly and continued to thrust.

Already loose and wet from my previous dicking, I didn’t hold back and immediately pounded her with full force. Sweat ran over my body. Fucking her was hard work, but I didn’t care because I needed more of this perfect bug. The entire time, I cuddled her like a big plushie, stroked her fur while I ravaged her cunt, squeezed her adorable, pudgy abdomen while she howled with pleasure. I soon came again, pumped another warm load deep into her uterus. My seed washed over her eggs, sloshing and gurgling as I shook her entire body with my savage thrusts.

Driven by insatiable desire and her scent, I simply kept going. We were made for each other, our chemical signatures aligned perfectly, tying us together in hours of endless mating. She drained me of every single drop of cum, claiming everything for her eggy womb. By the time the effects of her pheromones tapered off, I had poured enough cum into her to visibly inflate her abdomen. I sluggishly pulled out of her, my glans disengaging with a wet plop, followed by a gush of our juices.

My strength dwindled further and I sank into my bed, sweating and panting heavily. The moth was still in my arms. I pressed her to my chest, one hand wandering over her fluffy back, caressing her fur and stroking her folded wings. She never made any attempt at freeing herself, cuddling into my embrace for a while. Not a single squeak escaped the moth, she was surprisingly silent all of a sudden. Had I overdone it? Had she passed out from our intense session? I worriedly poked her gaping orifice, and she reacted with an immediate squeak. Her antennae fluttered and she gave me a very strange look. ”What is it? Did I finally manage to shut you up?” I joked.

”Egg you?” she replied hopefully. So she was still horny, wasn’t she? Then I remembered something I read about the moths. They were an all-female species, but their partially human DNA allowed them to procreate with human males. I wasn’t sure why the scientists had implemented this compatibility, but I was pretty sure that some of them had been thinking with their dicks instead of their brains. However, the process was pretty involved. Fertilization only happened if the eggs were inseminated by a human and then allowed to ripen in one. The realization struck me, this moth wasn’t looking for a human fuck boy, she wanted a mate. She wanted me as her mate!

I stared at her, my mind spinning as I thought about all the implications, consequences, and possibilities arising if I allowed her to egg me. We would become parents of a clutch of moths. ”Do you have a name?” I asked her. Before I made any choice, I wanted to know at least something about her.

”Am Coco!” she lilted. ”New mate? Stay with you! Take care of eggs!” Her saucy playfulness was gone, she was serious about her offer. Or was it a request?

”Um, that’s quite a lot to ask for. Why me?”

”You perfect mate! Strong, potent, smell good!”

I couldn’t deny it, there was something between us, a link that had established itself during our romp and refused to go away. My lust was gone, my mind was clear, yet I still felt the strong urge to keep her. She was so cute and pretty, I wanted to cuddle her forever. Even with my previous poodle moth, I hadn’t felt such a strong connection. Relationships with them were usually short-lived, but this felt like it could be something more. ”How long do you want to stay with me? Knock me up and leave me after a month? Will you leave me after your young hatched? Leave me after they turned from caterpillars into moths?”

”Until end of light! Love you~” she cooed. But words weren’t enough to get her point across. She climbed out of my arms, crawled over my chest, and pressed her soft mandibles against my lips. Her narrow but incredibly long tongue slid out of her mouth. She licked across my lips before sliding it into my mouth and coiling it around my much bigger tongue. I had never kissed a moth before, and it was the strangest yet most exhilarating kiss ever. When she pulled back, she asked again, ”Egg you?”

After this intimate moment, I knew that I would never have to let her go. She really wanted to stay. Filled with determination and cozy flutters, I nodded. ”Yes, you can egg me.”

Coco’s eyes glowed. Overwhelmed by reinvigorated excitement, she unfolded her wings, jumped off my bed, and bounced around the room with ecstatic squeaks. When she returned to me, I noticed a certain fleshy protrusion where her pussy used to be. She had switched modes, now I would be the one getting penetrated by a big, girthy ovipositor. It wasn’t as thick as my dick, but significantly longer and just as stiff. The slightly gaped opening at the top still dripped with sticky love juices, and she was eager to stuff it inside me. Hopping on my butt, I felt her thrust the thing into my butt cheeks, desperately searching for my asshole.

I rolled my eyes and quickly plucked her from my backside. Past experiences taught me that I had to be careful around these overeager critters. The concepts of lube and proper preparation were foreign to these always wet and horny moths. However, regardless of how slick her ovicock was, I didn’t want to find out if it was slick enough the hard way. Enough of my previous encounters had ended with a sore ass, didn’t want to repeat that mistake. She protested with enraged chitters, wildly flinging her six legs at me. She swatted and hit my fingers and my arms, but she wasn’t strong enough to hurt me. With her fur tickling me, she made me giggle and achieved the opposite of what she wanted. ”You agreed!” she accused me.

”I know, but I need to prepare myself first. You don’t want to hurt me, do you?”

”Hurt you?” Coco went from furious squeaks to dead silence in a split second. She shook her body. ”No! Don’t wanna hurt you.”

”Alright, if you like, you can help me get ready. Climb on my back and hold on tight. Then lick at my butthole, okay?”

Coco nodded quickly. After I was convinced that she had understood me, I set her down on my back. Spreading her legs as far as she could, she reached around my waist and clung to me tightly, her head tucked between my ass cheeks. Seconds later, she went to work. Her slender tongue brushed over my ass and around my pucker. She briskly ran it over the rim, and then darted it through my ring. Her organ itself was so thin that I barely even registered it, but I clearly felt her quiver and tremble as she explored the depths of my ass with great interest and ardor.

While she diligently prepared me, I got up and went into the bathroom where I opened a cabinet with some toys and lube. As much as I adored her attempts and as much as I enjoyed her slithering tongue, she didn’t provide nearly enough moisture to prepare me for her ovipositor. However, before I moved her out of the way so I could apply the lube, I gave her another minute to enjoy herself. Squeaking eagerly, her phallic organ throbbing against my back, she indulged my butt with exuberant passion. She was just so adorable, but I needed to interrupt her at some point. ”Okay, you can stop. I’ll take over now.”

Coco wasn’t too happy about having to let go, but she ultimately gave in with a grumble and pulled her tongue out of my butt. Yet, she refused to move, hugging my back even tighter and teasingly rubbing her extended ovicock against my skin. I had the feeling that she would be a clingy girlfriend, but she was so fluffy and adorable that I wouldn’t mind. Carrying her around with me wherever I went actually sounded like a delightful prospect. With that warm thought in my mind, I prepared myself. I squirted some lube on my fingers and worked it in. Now I was nice and slick, now I was finally ready to take her ovipositor and her eggs.

”Alright, how do you wanna do it? Do you wanna sit on my back or on my belly while you egg me?”

”See your face! Pretty eyes~” Coco responded. ”Belly on belly.”

”You have to get down from my back then. I don’t want to squish you.”

The moth let go with a sigh and dropped onto the floor. Her little eyes followed me on my way to the bed. I lay down on my back and lifted my legs over my chest, fully exposing my rear with all the juicy parts, anus, balls, and dick. Coco rejoiced with a chirp and jumped up, her fluttering wings carrying her over to me. She aimed for the mattress and landed right on my butt. Pulling herself forward with her little legs, she steadied herself with my dick while searching my asshole with her ovipositor. There was no holding back anymore. Her enthusiasm was tangible as she repeatedly poked my butt with her swollen organ. She desperately wanted it inside me.

Then it happened, she found the perfect position and pressed her leaking tip against my wet, quivering pucker. But before she got carried away and rammed it inside me, I put a finger on her head and stopped her. ”Please be careful, Coco. You want me to enjoy this too, right?”

She nodded hastily, her body trembling as she held back with all her willpower. ”Yes!”

As I watched her cradling my dick, a strange idea came to me. ”Can you feel my pulse? When you thrust, use it as a guide. Thump, you go in, thump, you go out. Okay?” I was pretty sure that it wouldn’t work, but it was worth a try.

Much to my surprise, Coco seriously considered my suggestion and calmed down to actively listen to my heartbeat. She pressed her thorax against my shaft, picking up the noises with her hidden ears. It was both cute and arousing to see her like this. Not to mention feeling her fur rubbing against my sensitive penis. Then she did exactly what I asked and pushed her ovipositor inside me with gentle force. Lube and experience helped me take her long organ effortlessly, and the first wave of anal pleasure washed through me.

She attentively listened to the rhythm of my heart, shoving and pulling in sync. As my arousal grew and my heartbeat accelerated, her thrusts became faster as well. There was something unexpectedly romantic about this act, a delightful addition to the sexual pleasure and the promise of the imminent egg-laying. Guided by my heart, she propelled us further to the next orgasm.

Her mind misty with pleasure, Coco looked at my dick and decided to give it some extra attention. She pushed her tongue out and coiled it around my throbbing shaft, but the slit resting atop my glans gave her a much kinkier idea. She aligned the tip of her slender organ with my peehole and drove it into my urethra. It was thin enough to slide deep inside me and pass down my entire length without me even noticing. However, as she began to undulate her tongue, I felt it immediately. I had never done any sounding experiments before, so it felt really weird, but thanks to her size, it didn’t hurt at all. In the end, it was the thought that fully sold me on her kinky experiment. She was in my ass and my dick at the same time!

While she pounded my ass and slurped the pre from my dick, I put my hands on her back and stroked her fur. Beneath the fluff, I could feel her trembling with raw sexual energy. She squeaked with furious passion, while sighs and moans slipped from my usually silent lips. ”Fuck, this is so good! If you keep going, I’m gonna cum!”

Coco giggled and finally ignored the pace-setting rhythm, thrusting away as hard and fast as she could. Then she suddenly chomped down on my glans. It didn’t hurt, but it squeezed one of my most sensitive parts, instantly throwing me over the edge. My body tensed up, and I came right into her mouth. Once again, I gave her exactly what she wanted. Slurping loudly, the moth drank my cum down like nectar, cherishing it with a ringing purr.

I noticed that she had stopped thrusting. Her convulsing abdomen was pressed against my nuts and her ovipositor deep inside me. Coco was cumming as well, but with a twist. It started with a subtle bump traveling down her fleshy tube, sending tingles of pleasure through my lust-ridden mind. Looking at me, she purred sensually, ”Eggs~”

My ass filled with wet warmth when she deposited the first of many eggs to come. Coated by a slimy lubricant, the squishy sphere easily slid deep inside me. After unloading it, she added a spurt of sticky liquid to lube the passage even more. The next bumps were already on the way. In an alternating rhythm, she filled me with more eggs and fluid, and at some point, I realized that the lubricant was my own cum. She returned what I had pumped into her before.

Coco trembled and chirped, hugging my dick tightly while she laid her clutch. The laying continued for over a minute, and she simply didn’t stop filling me. I actually felt the eggs inside me now, a squishy globby mass that shifted through my colon. How many more were still waiting inside her? Just when I was about to ask her, the steady stream stopped. The moth began to thrust a little, adding two more eggs that had been stuck in her ovipositor, then she was done. Now she was empty, and I was full with what felt like a pound of fertilized eggs and cum. ”Wow, I didn’t think it would be so much,” I groaned and rubbed my belly. It wasn’t enough to be visible, but I felt them shift and rub against my insides with every movement.

”Oh, too much?” Coco inquired abashedly as she pulled out. Done with the task, her ovipositor quickly retracted back into her abdomen.

”No, it’s just perfect, like you.”

”Ooooh, I love you!”

I tenderly picked her up and set her onto my chest. ”And I love you too, my adorable fluffball.” Pulling her a little further still, I gave her a kiss on her little muzzle. It felt exotic, and I wasn’t quite sure if this was the right way to kiss a moth, but she didn’t mind. Instead, she ejected her tongue and wrapped it around my tongue, reciprocating my favor with happy squeaks.

There were innumerable ways to befriend poodle moths, but most of the time, their friendship was fleeting. Just like the wind, they came and left as they grew bored with their human. But this encounter felt different. I loved everything about her, her voice, her scent, her appearance, and her perky character. She didn’t just feel like a friend and fuck-buddy, but like a real mate and companion. She actually wanted to stay with me because she liked me and because I was the host and father of her young. After all, the eggs inside me were fertilized and, once the time was ripe, they would hatch into cute little caterpillars. Eventually, each of them would grow up and turn into a moth just as beautiful as their mother. It had been a wise decision not to ignore her. I would’ve missed out on so much.

Drained from the excessive romp, Coco had fallen asleep on my chest, snoring softly, her antennae gently vibrating and her eyes closed. With a warm and fuzzy feeling in my chest, I fell asleep as well. What a night this had been~