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"Golden Opportunity."
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>The moon rode high in the clear night sky, seemingly, and for all intents and purposes, indeed suspended amongst the stars by Luna’s will.
>Beneath lay the land of Equestria, and if one would look closer, one would find the small village of Hollow Shades nestled within its forest.
>A village of extraordinary ponies who lived in reverse in regards to the rest of the population.
>Bat ponies.
>This was their home, bustling at night, and quiet during the day, although telling which was which was often difficult as the trees of the forest cast the village in something of an eternal twilight.
>Amongst its suspended homes and businesses, and on occasion, the more conventional type of buildings that most Equestrians preferred, lay a small and by all means, a dingy tavern.
>Almost ramshackle in appearance though it may have seemed, the denizens of Hollow Shades adored its simplicity and homeliness.
>”All part of the charm!” they would say, and to think of it, nary a single bat pony had anything bad to say about it.
>It wasn’t by far the only tavern in Hollow Shades, as many in the town loved their drink, and many set their livelihoods around brewing and selling alcohol thanks to the abundance of exotic fruits.
>The Shady Trough, however, was perhaps preferred, even beloved, thanks to its name.
>A pun on the sort of regulars it attracted, which meant literally any bat pony that happened to visit, because of their mostly nocturnal nature.
>Nightly, the building would be packed with bat ponies in various stages of drunkeness.
>While, compared to other establishments of the sort across Equestria, the high level of business wasn’t special in itself, this wasn’t a normal night.
>On this night, a pair of rare specimens had shown up to the bar.
>Being the tightly knit community that it was, Hollow Shades was already well aware of its ‘visitors’

>The brown one seemed to bask in the attention, her actions showing an undercurrent of lewdness.
>She was getting more adult attention and she knew it, such was her intention, after all.
>Her companion, however, seemed more self conscious, by at least a little at any rate.
>Unlike her more open partner, this particular moth, the color of gold,>The pair sat on their own, not quite in the center of the room, but close enough to be easily seen in the candlelight, drinking the sweetest alcohol that the tavern could mix.
>Due to their placement, they garnered various levels of scrutiny from the bar's regulars, ranging from innocent curiosity from some.
>And more... Mature interest from others.
>The reason for this was that these were no ordinary ponies, even by Hollow Shades’ standards.
>These ponies were very different from the run-of-the-mill members of the three tribes or even the stranger Bat ponies and Crystal ponies.
>No, the visitors to The Shady Trough were Moth Ponies, from Dust Valley itself, no less.
>They were notorious for their habit of staying close to their home, and their state of semi-independence from the rest of Equestria.
>To see one was a rare thing, and as such, were a novelty to everyone else.
>So strange they were, almost alien in appearance compared to the other sorts of ponies, although they were more at home amongst the Bat Ponies than they would be in, say, Canterlot.
>The two species did share the stigma of their odd appearances after all, if in different degrees.
>Still, they drew interest, those two.
>They had arrived in town not a few days previous, and spent much of their time seeing the sights, visiting establishments and generally behaving as tourists would.
>Some of the more distrustful bats thought they might have been spies. Such naysayers were disregarded.
>How could this pair of innocent and charming moths be spies?

>There was nothing at all suspicious about the pair and it was just assumed that they were on holiday.
>And so they had quietly drawn the innocuous curiosity of the town, on this night especially.
 was missing her feelers.
>It seemed to put her off balance, a slight pause in her reactions, a certain obliviousness towards those around her.
>That didn’t stop her however, and like her friend, her actions were borderline lewd.
>She would also use her extremely long and flexile tongue in many non-gastronomic functions, leading many to wonder what she could do with it in certain... circumstances.
>While this moth seemed perfectly fine with making any observers uncomfortably hot, she didn’t seem to want to take it too far.
>Her friend on the other hand, looked restless.
>This moth seemed to desire more than just the curious looks sent her way, and soon opened her mouth.
>"Goldie, I'm bored...!"
>'Goldie', for her part, simply sighed and took another sip of her drink, spying one of the bat pony mares eyeing her drink, prompting her to let her beyond average length tongue bottom out in the glass, shooting a sultry look her way.
>The bat mare, whose coat shone like freshly fallen snow, went crimson and hastily looked away.
>Satisfied with the effect, Goldie brought her attention back to her friend, whose cheeks were also reddened, having payed special attention to the spectacle.
>Goldie loved her tongue, sometimes, it had quite the effect on others if she wished it.
>Golden 'Goldie' Corral knew what her friend wanted, it wasn't the first time she'd been so open about it.
>She even guessed that Caramel, her friend in question, would like nothing better than for her to join in.
>She had no such compunctions about 'doing things' with Caramel, but it seemed to Goldie that her friend always wanted to do things.

>What the hell, right? The only question was this.
>"Alright, Caramel. Who's the lucky Pony?"
>The ponies around the pair seemed very aware of the conversation taking place between the two Moths.
>Some were clearly uncomfortable, and others were more... curious.
>Knowing Caramel, Goldie knew that she’d go for the most oblivious target in the building.
>Right now, Caramel seemed to have located such a target and was staring over Goldies shoulder.
>She turned in her seat, taking care not to hurt her wings as she followed her friends gaze.
>There he sat, alone at the corner of the bar, drinking water no less.
>Even alone, he seemed awkward in the setting, like he would rather be somewhere else, anywhere else.
>This Bat Pony looked more uncomfortable than everyone else in the building, and while the others maintained a somewhat cursory awareness to the presence of the two Moth Ponies, this one seemed completely unawares.
>Goldie smiled, he looked a prime example of a pony who would stutter and falter upon gaining the slightest attention from a mare.
>However could Caramel resist?
>She blinked and suddenly her friend was next to the pony with her drink.
>Damn, the mare worked fast.
>She waved Goldie over and she figured it could be fun, she was finished with her drink anyway.
>Making her way over, Goldie noticed that the other bat ponies had taken note of their sudden activity.
>Good, Caramel liked an audience. Not that Goldie didn’t, but it made things a little awkward, even for her.
>”Goldie! Meet my new friend... Uh, what was your name again, cutie?”
>The Bat Pony in question immediately tensed and stuttered as Goldie took a seat on his other side.
>”A-A-Aux... It... It was Aux Tism...”
>Goldie smiled inwardly as she ordered another drink, out of all the ponies in the bar, Caramel picked out the most awkward one in the lot.
>Perhaps even the most awkward she’d ever seen.

>She slipped him a sideways look and was hardly surprised to see a faint sheen of sweat dampening his coat already.
>”Hi, Aux, I’m Golden Corral, you can just call me Goldie, though... If you like.~”
>She let her tongue slip out a little after she finished, just enough that Aux noticed.
>At this point, the poor stallion had already been red in the face, but Goldies play on her tongues length sent him into an entirely new shade of red.
>”Nice to tongue yo- ah, meet you!”
>Caramel giggled at his freudian slip and nudged him, “You seem a little nervous there, maybe a nice cold drink would settle your nerves.”
>She leaned in close to his ear, and the Stallion just seemed to freeze, staring straight ahead awkwardly.
>”Or maybe something a little more... Intimate...~”
>Goldie could feel the lust from where she was sitting, not to speak for Aux, who somehow managed to stiffen further, his voice high and shaky.
>”Dr-Drink sounds nice!”
>This was almost too easy.
>Caramel seemed to think so too, as she ordered only a light drink, perhaps sensing that their new friend Aux was a lightweight.
>"W-Wait...! I can pay f-for my own drinks!"
>Caramel gave him one of her girly giggles and leant in close, ensuring that he knew it with a light touch of her muzzle against his cheek.
>"Nonsense, Auxy! I take care of my friends... In... Many... Ways...~"
>The effect of her teasing was instant, leaving Aux with an open muzzle, flushed cheeks, and only one way to cover his embarrassment.
>Or enjoyment.
>Goldie, it seemed, was holding back just a bit more than her friend was, which was to say completely.
>She figured now was as good a time as any to get invested and so she leaned in soon after Caramel, her eyelids lowered.
>It wasn't much of a play since Aux had his eyes glued firmly ahead, at the wall.
>Goldie needed more.
>"Caramels right you know, friends should take care of each other, and there's so much of Hollow Shades we haven't seen."

>She smirked and let her flexible tongue slip out, stroking it along Aux's strong jawline.
>"We could use a good 'friend' to show us a 'taste' of it...~"
>If Aux looked uncomfortable before, he was a downright quivering wreck now.
>By now, the other occupants of the tavern knew exactly what was going to happen.
>Many of them shared knowing smirks and went back to their own affairs, eyes and ears cast furtively their way to keep an eye on the spectacle.
>Caramel was beaming at the fact her friend had finally decided to throw her lot in, her tongue being the asset that it was.
>For her part, Goldie leaned in close and pressed the side of her muzzle just under Aux's jaw, nuzzling and probing his neck with just the tip of her tongue.
>The act had Aux squirming in his seat, drink forgotten, his cheeks lit up with more than just the reddish tint of light intoxication.
>From her position, Goldie could feel every little whimper, too silent to be heard, leave his throat.
>Caramel had clearly decided that Goldie was beginning to out do her with her antics and was now hanging onto the clearly aroused stallions foreleg.
>"Please... The night is still young, you must know all the best places to show a couple of mares a good time.~"
>Caramels statement brought a blush to Goldies muzzle, while she knew her friends statement could be taken any number of ways, Goldie knew exactly which way it was meant to be taken.
>She approved, she wanted to see more of Aux, and was soon paying attention to each of his movements.
>Her mind quickly turned to lewd fantasies of what she wanted to do to him.
>With Caramel of course, Goldie wasn't one to take all the fun.
>And Caramel looked as though she was ready to go, she certainly smelled it at least.
>Aux had also, indeed, noticed the almost imperceptible scent as evidence by his nose working a little, doubtless he had no idea what it was.

>It occurred to Goldie that this Bat Pony was a virgin, and felt her heart soften towards him a bit.
>Just a bit, she couldn't rouse anything deeper than passing attraction, much to her annoyance.
>Goldie was uncomfortably aware of her shortcomings, and in the process of musing on them, she ended up nuzzling more against Aux.
>"Uhn..."
>Aux's somewhat audible moan of confused appreciation brought Goldie back to the present, without thinking, she took his fore leg and tugged him off of the stool, her voice quiet and void of her usual flirtatiousness.
>"Come..."
>Aux didn't resist, bug eyed and mouth gaping, even he knew where this was going now, and his muttered responses fell on deaf ears as Goldie and Caramel wedged him between them, escorting him from the bar.
>None of the other occupants of the bar said a word about it, and kept their eyes to observing when they thought they could get away with it, perhaps out of respect for Aux's feelings.
>Caramel seemed content to keep her teasing physical rather than verbal, and served to keep Aux off balance with his responses as they left the bar behind.
>As they had no clue where Aux lived, the two Moths wordlessly agreed that their hotel room would be more than appropriate for what they had planned for the poor, oblivious bat.
>Goldie spent the whole trip unconsciously showering Aux with small actions of affection, what she hoped to gain out of it was unclear.
>What was obvious was that it wasn't working as well as she’d hoped, and her brow furrowed imperceptibly.
>In either case, they'd reached their destination and checked in without a word, garnering only a curious look from the lonely receptionist of the hotel.
>Caramel did, however, give her a sultry wink as they sauntered by.
>The receptionist barely responded, heart of stone, that one.
>As soon as they made it to her room, Goldie shocked Caramel by pushing Aux straight up against the wall, pressing her mouth to the stunned stallions.

>His eyes went even wider, if that were even possible, and he fought a little against her grip.
>She quickly had him subdued however, and Aux seemed to give up, even kissing back a little, however clumsily.
>Virgins were just the cutest at times.
>Suddenly, Goldie felt herself pushed further against Aux as Caramel pressed into her back, never one to be left out of the fun, her friend proceeded to nip at her neck, and Goldie released a small sound of pleasure.
>The sensation of being wedged between Aux and Caramel set her nerves on fire, the slightly warmer than normal Caramel against her rump and withers, and the damp, nervous and sweaty Aux against her chest and belly.
>She couldn't help but occasionally let out small, pleased moans as Caramel touched her in all the right places.
>Aux seemed to be getting more and more comfortable with what was happening, which was something Goldie was about to change.
>Her tongue slipped forth and easily penetrated Aux's mouth, and with skill acquired only through hours upon hours of practice, she began to weaken his resistance to her by probing sensitive spots along his tongue and cheeks.
>Aux whimpered and moaned into it, soon coming to be completely docile to Goldie as they kissed, his hind legs quivering, his body having never experienced anything like this.
>Soon enough, Aux was standing at attention, his manly musk beginning to mix with the still lingering sweetness of Caramels scent, and indeed, Goldies own beginning to mix in.
>Over time, Goldie became painfully, impatiently aware of Aux's length pressed against her.
>All she could think about was having the thing inside her, she didn't care where or how.
>Caramel, for the time being, seemed content with teasing and driving her friend to greater heights of arousal.
>Soon, she'd had enough, it was time to lay the opening gambits to rest.

>With a strength that drew a shocked 'eep' from one of the two ponies pressed against her, Goldie was not sure which, she picked Aux up and stumbled towards the bed, refusing to relinquish her claim on his mouth while Caramel clung to her back.
>In truth, Aux wasn't all that heavy.
>That didn't stop him from sinking a ways into the plush mattress of Caramels hotel bed, whether that was by the beds design or the weight of all three of the now aroused ponies tumbling onto it all at once was a matter for debate.
>As Goldie continued to have her way with Aux, Caramel seemed to have decided that the foreplay was over, and now sat near the Stallions head.
>She knew what Caramel wanted, and decided to play along.
>As for Aux, he squirmed and moaned, his eyes shut as he enjoyed himself, the little alcohol he'd drunk having served to make him a lot less awkward.
>He was oblivious to what was about to happen.
>Releasing her grip on him, Goldie broke her muzzle away from his, her tongue following a moment later as an impressive three inches of its length left his mouth, a long trail of saliva snapping between them as she sat up, her eyes now on the prize.
>Aux's throbbing cock wasn't the biggest Goldie had seen, but it was still a decent size and despite what most stallions thought, bigger wasn't always better.
>Goldie leant her head down and let her tongue slide across his tip, collecting the pre-cum that had already gathered there, enjoying the salty taste.
>A bit more salty than it should be, she guessed Aux had a higher salt intake than most.
>She found her hoof straying to her nethers, stroking and twitching the winking nub that yearned for attention, adding her moans to those already filling the room.
>Caramel, in the meantime, had quickly taken Goldies placed, but not in the way Aux had been expecting, who now found his head wedged between the mares tight, sweaty thighs.
>With his muzzle in the land of milk and honey, he either had to guzzle himself or drown.

>In his aroused state, he picked the former, drawing barely restrained moans from Caramel, whose muzzle turned up in bliss, her breathing coming in shallow.
>Goldie enjoyed the sight for a moment before turning her attention back to Aux’s throbbing stallionhood, begging for attention.
>A lewd grin crept upon her face when she had an idea.
>Lowering her muzzle, she began to lap at his tip, her saliva dripping all over it, mixing with his precum as she made a sloppy job of it, such was her intent after all.
>Her tongue working the entire head of his penis, and soon, she was satisfied with the amount of moisture she’d deposited.
>She gently took his shaft in her hooves and wrapped her lips around his flared tip, her tongue pressing lightly at his urethra.
>The action set Auxs hind legs shaking and elicited his loudest moans yet, muffled as they were between Caramels legs.
>Slowly, but surely, the tip of her slender tongue went a little deeper with each press, and each press brought up yet more pre-cum, allowing her to go deeper as Aux’s natural lubricant made things easier.
>It was a tight fit, and she had to roll her tongue a bit to get it in there, but eventually she managed to inch her exceedingly long tongue down his shaft.
>Naturally, Aux was caught somewhere between pure bliss and extreme discomfort, solid objects weren’t meant to go down there, after all.
>Goldie made things easier as her lips and mouth worked on his tip, keeping him more on the pleasure side of things as she began to work her tongue in and out of him, drinking his nectar much as a hummingbird would.
>She could feel the tension in the stallions muscles as he built, and knew he wouldn’t last much longer, but she kept her pace, hoping he would at least have the sense to finish Caramel off before letting himself orgasm, if he even had that degree of control considering what she was doing.
>Aux began thrusting slightly, trembling orgasmically as he neared the edge.

>Thanks to her efforts though, Aux only worked harder at Caramel, making the mare weak in the knees, her eyes squeezed shut as she took every scrap of enjoyment she could from Aux’s tongue before letting herself go.
>To Goldie, it seemed that the sweet scent of Caramels ‘caramel’ quadrupled in strength as she squirted, her juices drenching Aux’s muzzle, her clit could even be seen winking in and out rapidly, it’s brushing movements against Aux’s chin only serving to heighten her orgasm.
>Sensing that Aux couldn’t take much more, Goldie quickly withdrew her tongue from Aux and pushed down on his erection, its entry aided by a combination of her saliva, Aux’s heavily leaking pre-cum, and Goldies own juices, which at this point were dripping from her haunches and forehoof.
>The sudden engulfment of Aux’s cock sent him out of control, as she constricted her walls around his shaft in powerful, practiced motions.
>Her assault on him bore fruit as Aux orgasmed hard, forcing quiet, aroused moans from Golden Corral as she felt spurt after spurt of his seed splash against her inner sanctum, the force of his ejaculation bringing her to orgasm with him..
>She bounced up and down on his cock a little, wringing it with her walls as one would a soaked cloth in order to get every last drop of semen out of him.
>Soon enough, she felt him finish, slipping into his afterglow as his erection ebbed away, his schlong slipping out of her.
>Caramel had long since falling away from the stallions head, relishing her own afterglow with a look of utter contentment on her face, at least until she got the urge once again.
>Aux seemed fine where he was, breathing deeply, the awkward, shy mess of a colt was gone, replaced by a stallion who had clearly enjoyed himself, no doubt he would stay that way until morning came around, and it would be time for him to leave.
>Goldie moved off of him and lay down by his side, her head resting on a pillow as she watched him.

>He seemed unaware of her scrutiny and continued as he was.
>She found herself rubbing a forehoof over the space where her feelers would had she still possessed them, as it was, she enjoyed herself, the brief rush of emotion she always felt during the act of sex sating her desire to feel more than just what anypony could feel on the surface.
>That feeling was falling away now, as if it had never been there, which in truth, it hadn’t.
>She cursed internally and grappled after the emotion, but it was already gone, and Goldie found herself feeling little for the stallion she’d just brought to orgasm.
>Goldie liked him, of course, he was a handsome, finely made creature, but she simply did not feel anything deeper than that.
>Even though she desperately wished to, not because of any particular attachment to the bat, but because she was tired of being less than what she was.
>She was not sure when it happened, but her friend and lover, as always, unsure which was which, had each fallen into slumber.
>Their chests rose and fell rhythmically, no doubt sleeping soundly.
>It occurred to her that she should do likewise, but some nagging need kept her awake.
>She reached her hoof out and gently stroked a strand of mane out of Aux’s face, his muzzle still encrusted with Caramels juices.
>Briefly, she thought about cleaning it up herself, but dismissed the thought, not wanting to wake either of them just yet.
>Questions plagued her mind relentlessly, brought on by the vision of the peacefully sleeping bat.
>What should she be feeling?
>Who would she be if she could feel as these others could? She didn’t know, maybe it was better that way.
>Maybe Goldie told herself that so she wouldn’t beat herself up about it.

>She’d lost her feelers long ago, she should not still be grieving.
>No. Grief was an emotion she also lacked, she felt bad at times, sure, but never had she felt any deep emotion since the loss of her antennae.
>Whatever the case was, even if she found the answer she sought, it would only serve to torment her more, and in that moment of realisation, she felt envy for the two ponies across from her.
>Even if that envy was blunted.
>She trailed off to sleep with that thought in mind.