Isaac tossed and turned under his thick, fluffy blanket until eventually enough was enough. The weight of the blanket made it easier to sleep, but it was simply too hot. He kicked off the stuffy fabric, and groaned dramatically as air washed over his fuzzy striped fur, but it still wasn’t enough. His fan had failed to deliver as the temperature skyrocketed in the house during the day, and tonight was no different. Not even being naked was enough to cool him down.

“Gah! Why is it sooo hot tonight?! Stupid fur.” Unable to take this horrible summer heat any longer, the preteen hyena jumped off his bed and shuffled over to the window, taking great care not to step on any legos. Helping on that front was the moonlight that shone through the closed window in a narrow beam, illuminating the rest of his room with a soft, almost magical glow. 

He fumbled with the latch for the window, not used to opening it—Mom usually did that, and didn’t like it when he did it himself since his window had no screen—but this was an emergency! He would literally die if he didn’t open it! With a grunt, something gave, and the old-fashioned windows creaked outward. The rush of wind was like entering another world, with a continuous cool breeze and soft scents; the subtle twang of modest civilization and familiarity was the cherry on top.

He stared out at the neighboring houses in their shared cul de sac and wondered if his friends had to deal with this heat as well. Probably not: only his family was dumb enough not to believe in air conditioners. 

Now that he was awake—not that he had managed to sleep while sweating like a dog—Isaac decided to sit on his bed instead of lying down, fiddling with his DS as he waited for the air to become bearable. The open window helped, but it was still super hot and annoying, and he knew he’d just get all sweaty again if he tried to sleep. He just hoped Mom didn’t come in and think he was staying up on purpose! 

Not his fault she didn’t buy him an air conditioner.

As he lay there, staring out the window, his game forgotten, a shadow crept across the moon. At first, he thought he imagined it. Then the splotch of darkness grew larger, allowing him to see that it was a… a bug? He blinked at the sight of the tiny moth, only to realize it wasn’t a tiny moth at all! It kept getting bigger, approaching fast, and in the blink of an eye, the largest bug he’d ever seen flapped its massive wings and entered his room without a care in the world.

His jaw dropped. He’d never seen a moth so big. It was enormous, easily the size of a poodle. He suspected its abdomen alone was as thick as his—admittedly thin—stomach, pulsating before his eyes, as though trying to draw attention to its bizarre plumpness.

Isaac eeped when the impossibly large moth swiveled its head his way, staring at him with its huge  blue eyes, its gorgeous snow-white body outlined by the moonlight. Its fluffy antenna twitched, which was kinda adorable. It was hard to make out many details with its body blocking the moonlight, but his nightlight, which was on the other side of the room from his window, provided enough illumination to show off the details of its fuzzy body and the patterns of dazzling blue spirals along her lighter blue wings.

Then it began to make noises. 

“Cccchik?” It was less a squeak and more like a high-pitched creaking sound, like two pieces of wet wood being rubbed together. “Skiick?”

He blinked. Why did the noises sound like questions? There was no way it was trying to communicate with him. Bugs couldn’t talk, even in their own languages. But this wasn’t any bug, was it? He’d heard about something like this. Some sort of… poodle-sized moth monsters appearing out of nowhere, except he’d heard on the news these were apparently docile and harmless, not scary and dangerous like in the movies.

Being a friendly monster, perhaps it could talk?

“Um, hi?” he tried, feeling brave enough by its supposed safety to humor his idea.

This time it squeaked. Very loudly, very high-pitched, and very obviously happy. It had him folding his ears flat. It sounded ecstatic as it flipped in the air, revealing for an instant the end of its fluffy and very plump abdomen, which he could have sworn was leaking. Gross! Was it peeing? Was it… pooping? After righting itself, the large white moth flew even closer, allowing him to better make out the dizzying blue patterns on its wings. It didn’t stop moving his way, and it grew close enough for him to notice its scent. Curious, he gave it a sniff and was rewarded with the heavy aroma of lilac mixed with munched wood. An… interesting combination, for sure.

Its fuzzy fur looked soft. He’d never touched a moth before, but he’d heard from a friend that they felt like silk. His friend also said they were friendly, didn’t bite, and would stick around if you provided them with some light. This moth was quite a bit bigger than the regular ones, but he figured the same logic applied. Fluffy look, fluffy touch. 

He had to touch it.

Reaching out, he placed a hand on its abdomen, feeling the silky-smooth layer of white fuzz along its fat body. It squeaked again, then to his shock pushed into his touch, like a cat begging for more contact, chittering in that strange, tonal way. He dismissed the thought that it was trying to communicate. That would be silly. Moths can’t talk.

Then something strange happened. Its scent grew richer, tickling his nose with the potency of it. The end of its abdomen, which he only thought was wet, was now actively dripping with moisture, likely the origin of the new, strange scent. Like… like his mom sometimes smelled, or even his big sister.

That didn’t make any sense. Why did it smell female? Was this a girl moth? Could moths be girls? Surely they could, he realized. Girls made babies, and boys helped, so if this was a girl moth, then was she a mom?

“Are you a girl moth?” he asked, feeling silly talking to a moth.

His world shattered when it bobbed its body yes. 

Moths can’t understand, moths can’t talk, moths aren’t smart, so why can this moth nod after being asked a question?! It didn’t make any sense. Even more damning, the moth seemed to be laughing at him, tittering away as he freaked out about her apparent intelligence. And yet, he didn’t take his hand away, enjoying the feel of her soft fur against his fingers. 

Maybe this wasn’t so bad, after all. She seemed docile enough, and she was really cute.

Her abdomen pulsed strangely against his hand, kind of like the way his penis throbbed when he was looking at a girl, or just a girl’s boobs. Did that mean she liked it in that way? No, surely not. He was just projecting. 

Still. It felt weird to pet a girl, even a moth girl, so he asked, “Um, this isn’t weird, is it? You like it when I pet you?”

Another nod, and another series of excited chitters. She even rolled onto her back and thrust her abdomen forward, showing off her fluffy underside and giving him better access to the tip. What even were abdomens, anyway? Was it like the tail, or was it the butt? He really hoped it wasn’t the butt, because hers was still leaking that clear goop. 

“Y-you’re not peeing, are you?” he asked nervously, unable to look away from that dripping end. It made him feel things, looking there. Like staring under a girl’s tail, or accidently opening the door to the bathroom without realizing his sister was taking a bath.

She shook her head, thankfully, but then gave an equally insistent shake of her abdomen, wiggling the end right before his eyes. It looked weird. Other than how fat it was, he meant. There was a crease, the hard plates at the end spreading horizontally and opening up into strange, soft petals that reminded him of a blooming blue flower, with equally light blue threads of skin stretched out at the edges, holding everything together. Within the gaping orifice, close to the bottom, was a tiny triangular hole. Clenched like a—

Suddenly, it hit him: this was her butt. And the bigger hole within the fleshy bits must’ve been her girl parts! She wanted him to touch her privates! A girl wanted him to touch her there!

He swallowed hard. “You… want me to touch your, ummm, girl bits? Your p-pussy?”

“Crrrt!” she chirped happily, shaking her butt enticingly at him. Then her buggy face took on a look of intense concentration. “Yeeeessss!”

“You just spoke!” he gasped. Even if she sounded like a dying disk drive, those definitely were words.

“Yeeeees!” she agreed with that high-pitched chirping again. He felt affronted. She was laughing at him!

“Can you say anything other than yes?”

She shook her head, then paused. “Crrre?”

Well, that was disappointing. Maybe she could say a few words, but not much? At least she seemed to understand English just fine, only had trouble speaking it? Likely because she lacked the throat stuff to do talk correctly. Poor thing. 

Being alone with a girl, even a moth girl, was exciting. He’d always been curious about those parts, about pussies, as his friends called them, and now he had a chance to explore someone willing! Even if they were a moth, they were different, and different was cool. 

He stopped petting her, moving that hand around to cradle her abdomen, feeling the deep throbbing of her insides. Why was it doing that? He hoped it was normal, and that she wasn’t sick or anything.

Maybe it really is like my penis, he thought, staring into the clenched, dripping opening to her pulsating abdomen. Maybe she’s getting excited, like how the teachers at school said girls did. Like how boys get boners. It was a crazy idea, an unthinkable one, but the more he looked at her fleshy bits, wetly undulating before his eyes, the more it made sense, and the more it made him feel tingly, warm, his sheath growing tight, a cool breeze tickling his tip.

His tip… oh no, he had a boner! Would she see? Would she fly away, disgusted? Or was this what she wanted all along? Could a bug even want that? School never covered this…

He didn’t have time to consider his options, because she definitely noticed. Her large antennae twitched as if she heard something, and she looked down, staring directly at the red tip of his mostly-hidden pecker. 

She made another high-pitched noise of delight, one that made his ears fall flat against his skull, then rolled around mid-air and flew down to his lap. Down to his penis. Abdomen hidden for now, she stared between his legs with her big compound eyes, and loudly declared, “Yesssss!”

He didn’t know whether to feel embarrassed or proud at how excited this bug was looking at his penis, so he settled for both. “Y-you really like it?” he asked awkwardly, distracted by the warm ooze of her fluids dripping onto his right thigh. 

She glanced up, nodded eagerly, and then went back to examining his penis. 

Before he could figure out a proper response, the moth extended one of her fluffy front legs and touched his penis. He squeaked at the unexpected move, holding deathly still in case she decided to hurt him or something. Not that he thought she would, but she was still a bug, despite how cute she looked. How could he know what she was thinking? What if this had all been an act? What if she was about to snap and—

He jumped when she softly caressed his tip with the end of her fuzzy leg. It took a moment for his brain to catch up to the sensation, but when it did he gasped, feeling as though the softest of feathers were gliding against his most sensitive of places. The moth continued to move down his body, leg lazily fondling his shaft, until her alien face hovered just shy of his tip. Then the longest tongue he’d ever seen extended from her strange mouthparts, the thin, blue, prehensile length seeping with sweet-smelling saliva. She gazed into his eyes as she snaked that incredible tongue around his tip, then squeezed. 

“Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!”

Her tongue continued to coil around him, bringing her mouthparts closer and closer to his crotch with every loop, until her buggy lips bumped up against his sheath with a jolt of sensation, enveloping his penis within the tight confines of her mouth as her tongue continued its wonderful squeeze. He’d never experienced anything like it. An incredible orgasm built, even more intensely than that first time he masturbated about a year ago. He couldn’t fathom anything feeling better than this.

She occasionally released him from the snug embrace of her mouth, and he caught a glimpse of a little hole at the end of her tongue, oozing more of that sweet-smelling fluid. She used the strange orifice to tease his tip, rubbing all along his glans, sending tingles throughout his loins that he wasn’t aware he could feel. She showed off for a few moments, then pulled him back into her mouth entirely, the heat and pressure growing to unimaginably intense levels. 

The pressure reached its peak, his body tensing in preparation for a grand finish, and with a sudden jerk of his hips, his climax struck. He hugged the moth close to his chest as he unloaded into her mouth. He gripped her squishy abdomen, fingers digging into her soft fur as she chittered happily. He stared straight ahead, eyes barely seeing, each rush of tingly warmth sending him reeling. 

All while she coyly arched her abdomen forward and shoved her fluffy moth butt into his face, enticing him with her exotic anatomy and overwhelming scent, urging him without words to return the favor. Her buggy butthole felt soft and warm against his cheek, but she pulled back slightly. It took him a while to realize this was what she wanted, so lost in pleasure as he was, but once the dramatic buzz of orgasm ebbed to a soft afterglow, he was able to put two and two together. “Y-you want me to make you feel good too?”

She couldn’t do much more than chitter her affirmation as she remained latched onto his penis, nursing him for the final few drops. How tight and slippery she was had him shuddering with bliss. 

Though it did feel a little weird that she was still suckling his softening length. “U-um, can you stop? It kinda hurts. I’ll make you feel good, j-just, I need some time before you can touch there again, okay?”

She made an unhappy, “Scrree,” but relented, unwrapping her tongue from around his sensitive penis, then slowly, carefully, extracted him from her mouth. Or was her tongue her mouth? Whatever it was, the place that seemed like a mouth felt just as slippery and tight coming out than going in, and he shuddered at the strange sensation. 

Freed of its overstimulation, his penis was happy to soften fully, and he sighed in relief. “Thank you, um, what’s your name? Mine’s Isaac.”

Still shaking her butt in his face, apparently seeing no reason to stop, the moth said, “Vikiki! Yeeesss, Isikeeaki!”

He giggled at how weird the name sounded, and at how adorably creepy she made his name sound. “Nice to meet you, uh, Vikiki! Can I call you Vicky? It’s a little easier to say.” 

“Yeesss!” Vicky thrust her abdomen closer, and then stopped flying, landing in his lap as her entire underside pressed close to his chest, wings folded across her back. “Kree?” A sort of clicky grunt escaped her, and her bizarre girly bits suddenly bloomed outwards, innards unfolding like a flower and splashing a sticky film all over his face. Her strange insides remained everted for a few seconds, her entire abdomen pulsating lewdly against his body. Then her backside closed in on itself just as quickly, the puffy flesh suckling inwards like the opposite of puckered lips. “Kree!”

His mouth went dry. “That… wow. Is that normal?”

“Yeesss!” Then she produced a series of clicking noises he couldn’t follow, before ending with a firm, “Kree.”

‘Kree’ obviously meant something important. He eyed her eager, dripping opening. What could he even do to pleasure her? She was half his size in her entirety, but that was still massive for a moth, and her pussy, if it even was a pussy, looked huge in comparison to her body. Even if it unfolded again, which made it look way tighter, it still had a lot of space. Would a finger work? Would she even feel his penis? Heck, his entire hand could probably fit in there! 

Too curious to hold back any longer, Isaac removed his right hand from her sides and reached for her gaping hole. At first, he just touched the edges, fingering the connective tissue holding her opening together. She chittered softly at the touch, a surprisingly quiet noise compared to her previous noisiness. It reminded him of purring. Her chittering grew louder as he moved further in, pressing a finger against the squishy opening of her bug pussy. 

He didn’t have long to explore, as the instant his finger made contact, her innards burst outwards again, enveloping his entire hand in the process. Immense heat spilled out up to his wrist. He flinched at the swiftness of the action, but after a second of stunned, wide-eyed staring, he began to move his hand around, feeling the incredibly soft and warm flesh which had captured his hand like a chinese finger trap.

Vicky seemed to enjoy his movements. She quivered in his lap, making chirps and clicks as her purring grew loud enough to rock his body. Unlike before, where her insides returned to, well, insides, this time her pussy remained everted, forming a kind of tube that hung out of her body, revealing that it was absolutely under her control. It almost looked like a penis, if a penis was this thick and stretchy. 

“Does that feel good?” he asked, feeling awkward with his hand inside a girl’s crotch, even if she was a bug. 

“Yeeeeeeeeesss!” she drawled out, squeezing him tightly to make the point stick home. “Fekiee! Eeii!”

Well, that confirmed it. She seemed to have only mastered how to say, ‘yes’. She was definitely trying to say other words, even if he could only kinda understand what she meant.

He flexed his fingers, but only a little bit. Soft though she may have been, and slick as a maw, her innards were anything other than loose, with powerful muscles that forced his hand into a tight fist. Her noises of contentment helped make his next decision, and without much thought he began to push forward, using his shoulder for leverage to shove his fist deeper within the bug’s undulating abdomen. She continued to repeat various forms of, “yeeees”, encouraging him to keep going as more and more of his arm disappeared into that clenching heat. 

It wasn’t until his elbow vanished into the squishy abyss that he encountered his first form of resistance. His fist stopped going deeper, a sort of fleshy wall blocking his way. It didn’t seem to hurt her to bump into it, in fact, each time earned a delighted chittering from his new friend. Whatever it was, he couldn’t breach it, so he began to pull out, and he watched, surprised, as her pale insides exited with him, clinging onto his arm as though never wanting to let go. He didn’t want to hurt her, but unless she complained, he’d assume from now on that she liked it, so he kept pulling out, even as her trembling sex wrapped around half his arm like a sleeve on a sweater.

Something he hadn’t paid much attention to was her triangular pucker, and as he glanced at it, he realized it was trembling just as, if not more, than her vagina was. Too curious to leave it alone, he used his free hand to prod at the opening, squishing a finger against the soft, pliable flesh of her less sexual orifice. It was incredibly tight, cinched shut and resisting all efforts to enter, leading to the impression it would feel amazing to put his penis inside.

Once his arm was halfway out, he paused, before shoving it back in, generating the loudest, wettest schlorp he’d ever heard in his life. The noise had him blushing from the sheer lewdness of it all, of what he was doing, but his embarrassment had nothing on Vicky’s reaction. She shrieked. A quick, high-pitched sound that pierced his eardrums and had him panicking. “Shhhh,” he chastised, glancing at the door nervously. “My parents are asleep.”

“Sssssry…” she said, clearly struggling on the word, but being much more clear than before. “Feeeels goooood, yessss.”

Isaac was impressed. Was she learning that fast? Or had she already known the words, and was simply getting better at saying them with her strange mouth? Either way, she was one very smart moth.

With one arm buried to the elbow in the bug’s uniquely active pussy, he continued prodding at her anus with his free hand, tickling the tense orifice with a finger. “Even this? Your butt’s really cute… is it, um, okay if I put my finger inside?”

“Yesss!” she said, a little too loudly. Then, quieter, “sssorry…” 

It was interesting how quickly she was getting the hang of certain words. Was she really that smart? 

Permission given, he kept his right arm deep inside her abdomen as he wiggled the index finger on his left hand against the triangular opening of her anus, trying his very best to enter. His attempts were easily resisted, however, the orifice remaining tightly clenched. So he settled for teasing the opening, using the ample lubrication from her more feminine hole to glide across it. Her sphincter fluttered and relaxed as he played with it, motions echoed by her vagina with a powerful clamp around his hand.

“Hehe, this is kind of fun.” He smiled as he continued to rub her butthole, enjoying the unique texture of the moth’s softer parts. He upped the pressure, pushing more insistently against that stubbornly clenched opening, the sheer absurdity of what he was doing not enough to beat his genuine curiosity of what she'd feel like inside her butt. His tenacity was rewarded when his index finger popped in, right down to the knuckle. 

Vicky let out an adorable squeal at the sudden intrusion, but all she did was clench harder, doing nothing to prevent him from wiggling his already knuckle-deep digit around. He stretched out her warm, pliable walls, getting a feel for their ribbed texture. Her anus’ triangular opening continued its insistent, yet futile squeezing, while her deeper contractions generated a bizarre outward force that tried its best to expel him. It reminded him of a cub nursing their mother’s nipple, only backward.

Grinning at the funny feeling, Isaac allowed the pressure in her butt push his finger halfway out, only to shove it back inside, easily overcoming her contractions and earning another adorable squeak from the doubly stuffed moth.

“You really like having your butt played with too, dontcha?” he giggled.

“Yesss!” she replied, eagerly pushing herself back into both his arms. “Skree~”

“I like it too! This is the most fun I’ve had with a girl, like, ever! You’re all warm and squishy and, and, girly inside! Everything’s moving so much and it’s sooo gross but also sooo cool!” Another part of him was also getting excited, poking out of his sheath ready for further action. “I’m, um, hard again. Do you think we— I mean, I know you like it when my arm’s in you, but maybe I could— m-maybe we could…” 

He trailed off, his cheeks burning brightly. Despite the already lewd things they were doing, asking for sex seemed too far somehow. Except, he had a finger in her butt and an entire hand in her vagina. Surely she’d be down for more?

Swallowing hard, Isaac went for it. “C-can I put it in?”

In response, Vicky buzzed her wings, failing her abdomen until she extracted his arm and finger from her clingy insides with a loud and dramatic schlorp. She hovered above him ominously—or, it would’ve been ominous if she hadn’t been leaking girly bug juices all over his bed. How he’d explain those stains to Mom, he wasn’t sure yet, but he had other, more important things to take care of right now. His right arm wasn’t spared from the onslaught of sticky fluids either. He tried wiping it off on his already soaked covers, but that only made the moth chitter in what sounded like giggling.

Carried by those graceful blue wings of hers, Vicky glided through the air toward his lap, and ended up hovering just above his erection, leaking directly onto his twitching length. She peered deep into his eyes for a heartbeat before she dropped, impaling herself on his penis with loud, wet finality.

He couldn’t breath at first, overwhelmed by the sudden squishy heat wrapped around his glans, and the poodle-sized moth took full advantage of his stupor, wiggling her abdomen further down his length and forcing him deep into her bizarre yet wonderfully female depths. She felt bumpy in all the right spots, sliding along his glans as her squishy tunnel flexed in ways that guided him around little grooves and soft, squishy canyons that threatened to trap him and never let go. The pressure was inconsistent, too, pushing on parts of his dick differently the deeper he got, to the point that she clamped him so tightly, so firmly that he couldn’t believe how smoothly she sank down his length.

Vicky’s efforts eventually bore fruit, and she let out a triumphant squeal of delight when her quivering opening smushed against his balls with a soft squish.

Isaac held the bottomed-out female close to his chest, fingers digging into her plump abdomen, overwhelmed by the suckling heat of those powerful innards. There was no mercy, no chance to get used to those squeezing muscles, only soft, blissful stimulation. Amazingly, Vicky’s internal motions were visible from the outside, taking the form of hypnotic waves that rippled throughout her abdomen with precise regularity.

“Oh gosh!” he gasped, holding her fluffy body close to his chest, abdomen pulsating against him. “How are you squeezing me like that?!”

Vicky laughed in that chirpy way of hers as she continued her eager motions, not bothering to pull off away as she ground her squishy opening against his crotch, feeling like an intense, wet kiss that sent tingles racing throughout his belly. He tried humping into the pleasure, like guys in the few pornos he’d seen did, but she refused to let him out of her, keeping them locked together no matter what he did. He was trapped, completely and utterly at the mercy of his new fuzzy friend.

Using only her abdomen, Vicky serviced him in ways he hadn’t thought possible. Her muscular tunnel kneaded him with practiced care, those soft, pliable walls rolling over every inch of his sensitive length, squelching wet fluids all over his bed with each incessant squeeze. It was sloppy, it was loud, his sheets were going to end up even filthier than before but it felt amazing. Her technique more than made up for the lack of thrusting, allowing him to lay back with her on his chest and just… accept the wonderful time she was giving him.

“Isaac cruute!” she chirped from above, staring down at him with clear amusement in her deep blue eyes. She prodded at his lips with her lengthy tongue, and he found himself returning the gesture, poking the hollow, drooling tip with his own tongue. She pulled back with what he’d come to know as a giggle. “Close! Kreee Vikiki!”
 
If she was asking Isaac to cum together with her, she was getting her wish, because there was no way he could last much longer while being milked so thoroughly. The tension in his belly had been climbing the entire time, but now it soared, pleasure and pressure shooting to the very top, the edge of completion.

Stars burst across his vision as his climax finally struck, and he hugged Vicky’s pulsating abdomen close to his chest, digging his fingers into her fuzzy sides as he unloaded rope after rope of molten pleasure into the squeaking moth. Vicky’s insides literally squeezed the orgasm out of him. It felt so good he could barely breathe.

Vicky trembled atop him as he splattered her insides with hot seed, all six of her fluffy legs spread wide apart. She squeezed, and squeezed, and squeezed some more, but suddenly, everything stopped. Her abdomen ceased its motions. Her body grew still. She went uncharacteristically silent… until her pussy collapsed on him with the force of a dying star, and she erupted with a triumphant, “YESSSS!”

The sudden ferociousness of her newfound contractions took him by surprise, and he could do nothing but sit back and enjoy it. Her body rippled and sucked his length with an eagerness that easily surpassed that of her mouth greedily gulping down every last drop. “O-oh, you’re— you just— you’re squeezing so much!”

Vicky didn’t even try to speak anymore, she only purred like the happiest kitten in the world. If a kitten was a moth. He was satisfied too, and keeping her in his embrace, he rolled over onto his bed, continuing to hold her twitching abdomen close to his chest as he spent himself within his new fluffy friend. She wrapped all six of her legs around him, returning the hug as she happily chittered.

Isaac didn’t know how long they lay there, simply enjoying each other’s embrace. But by the time he softened and popped out of her, Vicky was already asleep, nuzzling into his chest like the big fuzzy softy she was. He followed her example soon after, his dreams swarmed with moths.