Title:           Gay Moth Quest
Author:          Linkeh
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First Edit:      Friday 26th of February 2016 10:41:17 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 26th of February 2016 10:41:17 PM CDT

Taken - Gay Moth Quest
 
This is a brief CYOA about a pair of gay mothponies attempting not to get taken by the smelly moth mares. They have cooties, after all.
 
>Your name is Garden Dart
>You’re a brown mothpony stallion with a piece of lettuce for a cutie mark
>Since you were a little mothling, you always loved farming, even to the point where you own a little patch of land out in the woods
>Your forewings are a patterned brown and your hindwings are a light grey.
>Some ponies would say you look kind of boring as far as moths go, but your mothbro says otherwise.
>He’s a brown mothpony just like you, but you were always the more effeminate one.
>Sycamore stands about half a head taller than you, and his white wings have beautiful streaks of gray and black.
>Sycamore was always a close friend to you, and the two of you grew even closer over time.
>In fact, the wedding’s just in a couple weeks.
>If it goes through, you’ll be the first gay mothpony couple in Motholm.
>But it’s not for lack of gay moths.
>No, gay moth couples are unheard of because of mothpony mares.
>They’ve been known to snatch mothponies up, take them home, and have their way with them.
>When the mothpony mare is pregnant, the stallion wouldn’t dare leave.
>Wouldn’t want to have a poor foal grow up with only one parent, would we?
>There is one night that all single mothpony stallions dread, and that’s tonight.
>While mares snatch up mothpony stallions every night of the year, tonight’s when stallions have to really watch out.
>Mothpony mares all go into heat on one night a year, and your dad called it the night of The Taking.
>Each mare has a stallion they set their eyes on, and for you, that mare is Willow Leaf.
>She’s a pretty yellow moth with brown wings, and she’s a nice mare and all, but you just don’t swing that way.
>Why would you when you have a perfectly loving stallion of your own?
>All you have to do is survive tonight, and you’re home free.
>You and Sycamore walk out of the grocery store, your purchases stuffed into your saddlebags.
>The two of you walk with your sides pressed together, your pillowy neck fluff rubbing against each other.
>But something seems odd.
>It’s far too quiet, even for this time of night.
>No mothponies walk around, not even the sound of fluttering wings.
>You look around the town, your antennae swiveling to try and pick up any noise.
“Sycamore, something seem weird to you?”
>”You mean how the town’s kind of empty?”
“Yeah, I think that’s it. Wonder why.”
>A single mothpony flies overhead and Sycamore freezes, his eyes going wide.
“What’s up, bro?”
>”You know what tonight is, right?”
“No, why?”
>”Tonight’s The Taking.”
>You put a hoof on your chest, breathing heavily.
“Oh sweet Celestia, why did we come out here?”
>He puts a hoof on your withers, stroking your neck fluff.
>”Trust me Garden, we’re going to be okay. We just need to get home, that’s all.”
“But how?”
>”Home’s that way”
>Sycamore lifts a hoof, pointing it forward towards three paths.
>”The middle way’s a straight shot, but it’ll lead us right through the center of town.
>”The other two will take longer, but they’ll keep up off the main roads.”
>You decide to stay off the main roads and head to the right.
>Taking main roads is always a bad idea.
>You know because movies.
>The roads are dirt here, and you hope you’ll be able to camouflage with it.
>You wave Sycamore along, getting him to follow you, darting between buildings while keeping an eye open for any moth mares.
>You can sense them nearby, but you don’t see any near you.
>Moths can sense members of the opposite gender for up to seven miles away.
>But in the middle of the road is a single table, set up with a tea kettle and little plates.
>On the plates are clovers.
>Your mouth waters just thinking about eating one of your favorite snacks.
>A glance over to Sycamore reveals he wants to partake in some of the food as well.
“That looks like a trap.”
>”B-but the tea…”
“I know Sycamore, but just think of poor Greg. This is how they got him!”
>Sycamore pouts as the two of you slink by the table, looking longingly at the tea.
>A tear drops out of your eye as you think of Sycamore’s delicious tea.
>That little hint of delicious, sugary honey that you love so much…
>You’ll be sure to rest your little mothy hoofsies as soon as you get home.
>You leave the table in the dust and continue onward, Sycamore just behind you, when your ears perk.
>”Psst. Hey.”
>Glancing back and forth frantically, your eyes fall to a bush.
>A purple mothpony mare with yellow wings waves at you desperately from a bush.
>You jump back in alarm, eyes frantically scanning for an escape route.
“Lavender?!”
>”Nonono, don’t panic.”
“But you’re gonna take me and Sycamore away!”
>”No, I’m a lesbian, remember?”
>Sycamore’s eyes narrow.
>”There are no mothpony lesbians.”
>She raises her hooves in defense.
>”Yes there are, I promise! And I can keep you two safe. Just come home with me and I’ll keep you safe from the straight mares.”
>You don’t feel very good about this mare.
“How do we know this isn’t a trap?”
>”Yeah, prove it!”
>”How am I going to prove I’m a lesbian?”
>You cross your forelegs.
“Kiss a girl!”
>”Where am I going to find a girl?”
“I don’t know, you tell me! And you’ll have to use tongue too.”
>”I don’t even know where they are! Would me not kissing you be good enough?”
“Then Lavender, you know that I can’t trust you tonight of all nights, one of these days you’re gonna snatch one of us up when you think we believe you.”
>She puts her hoof to her forehead, her mouth open in shock.
>”I can’t believe you don’t trust me.”
>“Why would you even be out tonight if not to kidnap poor stallions?”
>”I’m trying to help stallions stay with the mothboys they love, of course!”
“Then prove it. Help us get home.”
>”Well okay, but how do you want me to help you? Do you want me to come along? I know what those moth mares are up to, I can help!”
“Just stay with us, and if some mare should catch us by surprise, you make out with her while we escape!”
>”Good plan, Garden!”
“Thanks Sycamore”
>The three of you begin walking, Lavender falling into step behind you.
“You know Lavender, we owe you a really nice dinner for this.”
>”Oh, do you think I can cook?”
“Of course, Syca makes these adorable little quiche pies that are just to die for.”
>”Really?” Lavender says, “That sounds divine!”
>You continue walking, but Lavender taps Sycamore on the shoulder.
>”Turn right here, there’s a trap up ahead.”
“Through someone’s yard? Isn’t that trespassing?”
>”You don’t want to get snatched up, do you?”
“N-no.”
>The three of you pull into a yard, only to be greeted by a clothesline adorned with all sorts of clothing.
>Sweaters and shirts of wool and cotton drape from the line.
>You begin to salivate and your eyes go wide.
>Sycamore can’t contain himself, and he rushes towards the delectable garments.
“Syca no!”
>You leap off the ground, your wings flaring as you dash towards your love bug.
>Your hooves wrap around his coat, but you weight quite a bit less than him.
“Lavender, help! He can’t resist cotton.”
>Lavender jumps to your aid, wrapping her hooves around Sycamore.
>Thankfully, Lavender’s bigger still, and the three of you crash to the ground feet from the clothesline.
>Sycamore’s hoof reaches out towards the clothing, his eyes glazed over.
“No, they’ll take you!”
>”B-but they look sooooo good!”
>You take an involuntary breath in.
>The scent of wool merely feet away from you floods your consciousness, and your eyes roll backwards in pleasure.
>You feel yourself slipping.
“Syca, what are you thinking?”
>”C-cotton…”
“I-I know. W-wool smells so good. M-maybe one little bite won’t hurt.”
>But then your mind flashes to the wedding.
>You’re going to have real satin at the reception.
>You can’t give up, not now.
“L-lavender, use your mare powers to pull us away, please.”
>Lavender tries to pull you away, but Sycamore’s strength is too much.
>You have no other choice.
>You have to slap him.
>Bringing up your hoof, you slap him across the cheek as hard as you can.
>It’s really just a light tap, but it’s enough for Syca to snap out of it.
>He looks to you, then to the clothing.
>Panicking, he rushes away from the clothesline, pulling you tightly into the hug.
>”Oh thank you, thank you Garden!”
>Sighing, you snuggle into his neck fluff.
>But a scowl dons your face as you look at Lavender.
“I knew you were a spy! You were trying to get us caught!”
>She backs up towards the building as you accuse her.
>”N-no, honest! I didn’t know this was here!”
>You scrunch as you look suspiciously at her.
>Sycamore giggles at you
>”You’re so adorable when you do that, but I don’t think she’s trying to get us caught.”
“I think you’re right Syca,” you say, nuzzling into his cheek. “She wouldn’t have tackled you if she wanted us caught.”
>Lavender sighs and relaxes a little.
“But how do you resist the cotton? Is that a lesbian thing?”
>”It’s a mare thing. It wouldn’t be very good if mares got caught in their own traps, now would it?”
“I guess not.”
>”Evolution’s a scary thing,” Syca says.
>Syca and you release each other and begin travelling through town again, the buildings passing you by.
>But soon, the alluring scent of fish oil hits your nostrils.
>”I smell it too.”
>Turning the corner, you come upon a large sheet of paper strung between two trees.
>A small gray moth hangs suspended on the sheet, his wing fluttering uselessly as he tries to pull himself free.
“P-pepper?”
>”H-help me! I don’t want to get taken, please get me down!”
>You bite your lip in indecisiveness and look towards Syca.
“Can we just leave him?”
>”Garden, what if that was me up there?”
“I’d try to save you, but it’s not you.”
>Garden looks down at his hooves.
“It’s like fishing. The mare wouldn’t have just left him there if she wasn’t trying to catch us too.”
>Syca looks over, then back to you.
>”If you’re sure.”
“Lavender, can you get him down?”
>She looks over to the fly trap.
>”I don’t know. I’d need a really big hose, or maybe a watering pail, and I don’t have any of those right now.”
>With a saddened expression, you raise your hooves in salute and look to Pepper.
“Pepper, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry…”
>His eyes widen and he thrashes against the paper.
>”No, you’re not going to leave me, are you?”
“You will be remembered as a hero for all eternity, you brave soul.”
>”No, no, no, please!” he begs, the paper fluttering back and forth.
>Not able to look any more, you turn away
>As you continue down the path, you come to an opening.
>The forest is just ahead, and your farm even further down.
>But a light off to your left distracts you.
>It’s a lantern.
>Lavender immediately looks away, but you and Syca aren’t so lucky.
>The warm light beckons to you, and you feel yourself drawn towards it, your wings drifting you forwards at a leisurely pace.
>You find yourself vaguely aware of Syca at your side doing the same.
>Damn you light, why must you be so pretty?
>You try to look away, but the light draws you nearer and nearer.
>It, it begs to be touched.
>You definitely couldn’t look away on your own.
>But thankfully, you’re not alone.
>With all your might, you reach over to Sycamore and cover his eyes.
>Your vision blanks as he does the same for you.
>No longer assaulted by the beautiful flame, the two of you plop to the ground, your eyes slammed shut.
>You grasp each other in fear, eyes racking at your near-capture experience.
>You hear the creaking of the lantern’s flame being turned down, and a female voice from the direction of the light.
>”You thought you could get away from me that easy, my little mothy?”
>Opening your eyes a little, you see a yellow-coated mare just a few feet from each other.
>Willow?
>Instinctively, you grasp your stallion more tightly, and he does the same to you.
>You need to run, right now!
>The two of you release your embrace and spread your wings, flying away from the scary mare and towards your home.
>Lavender takes to the sky as well and heads straight for Sycamore.
>She collides with him and he immediately panics, hooves batting at her ineffectively
>She wins the tussle, her hooves wrapping around his barrel and veering off course as she drags him back towards town.
>”G-garden!” he shouts, reaching out a hoof towards you.
>N-no, she can’t be straight! What about all the lesbian stuff?
>Your eyes widen as you glance between the forest, your pursuer, and your lovebug flying away from you.
>You make a sharp turn, Willow close behind you.
>Chasing after your lovebug, you fly faster than your wings have ever carried you.
>You collide with Lavender, and start hitting her with all you have.
>Striking her with hooves and biting her, you do everything you can to get her to let go.
>Truth be told, it’s not much, but you think she’s starting to feel it.
“You’re worst pony ever! You’re not getting any quiche!”
>”Oh yes I will, in just a few days, dear Syca here will make me all the quiche I want”
“But why? Why would you do this?”
>”Because it’s so much easier when you’re working together. I just had to make sure you made the two of you made it out here. That way I get your little boyfriend and she gets you!”
“Y-you monster!”
>A pair of hooves wrap around you, and you look back to see Willow gripping you, a smug grin on her face.
>”You’re mine now.”
>You feel your grip on Lavender loosening.
>Only seconds left, you do the only thing you can do.
>You kiss Lavender on the cheek.
>Her eyes widen and she loosens her grip, Syca able to struggle free.
>Willow pulls you free of Lavender and out into the open, your wings flailing uselessly against her grip.
>You stop struggling and Willow’s legs tighten around you.
>”Giving up already? Ooh, I knew I made a good choice going after you.”
>You look over to Lavender, winking and fluttering your wings seductively.
“No, let me go!”
>You shout.
>”Not going to happen, my little mothy. You’re going to be all mine in just a couple hours.”
“No, I want Lavender!”
>Lavender’s eyes widen and she abandons her pursuit of Sycamore, speeding past him to meet with you.
>Willow grabs you tightly and pulls you away from her as she flies past.
>”Get away, he’s mine! You get Sycamore, I get little Garden here.”
>She goes for another pass and grips your front legs, trying to pull you away.
>”Garden wants me, let him choose!”
>You find yourself being pulled from Willow’s grasp, but she keeps her grip around your flank.
>The two mares pull you back and forth like you were a dog’s chew toy, and Syca floats there confused, unsure of what to do.
‘Run.’
>You mouth to Syca.
>He hesitates and feverishly shakes his head no.
“I’ll be fine, go,” you whisper a bit louder.
>Reluctantly, he turns and flies to the forest as quickly as he can, leaving you suspended between the two mares.
“Ladies, please,” you say smoothly, giving your wings a seductive ruffle.
>They stop their bickering and look to you.
“I’ll choose between the two of you, but I just need to see which one of you is more passionate.”
>”I’m a thousand times more passionate than this beetle,” Willow says. “I bet you don’t even like lavender. Her whole house smells like it.”
>”Nuh uh, I’m way more passionate. You even told me you wanted me. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”
“Okay, kissing contest.”
>The two look at each other.
>Lavender sticks her tongue out in disgust.
>”Kiss her? Yuck.”
“That’s the stallion’s plight. If you can passionately kiss someone you’re not attracted to, then that’ll prove you’re the mare for me.”
>”Sounds fine with me,” Willow says, “I’m a way better kisser.”
>”You’re on.”
>The two of them release you, and they leave you floating in mid air.
>They wrap their forehooves around each other and press their mouths into each other, tongues slipping out and wrestling each other for dominance while you watch.
>Mares are weird.
>Pfft, what amateurs, they don’t even know how to kiss right.
“You know, that’s good to start, but I can’t tell which one of you is the mare in this relationship.”
>They release their kisses and look to you.
>You put your hoof to your chin as you pretend to think hard about something.
“Kissing’s good and all, but you have to be good at cuddling too. Which one of you two will overpower me, sweep me backwards and kiss me as I dangle backwards? I’m not seeing that kind of passion here.”
>Fire in their eyes, they wrestle each other in the air as they try to dominate each other.
>Sometimes, you think that one of them will be swept backwards, only to reverse it and throw the other underneath them.
“That’s it, there’s the passion I was looking for! Remember to throw in a little groping!”
>They stare into each other’s eyes, and you make your exit, your wings softly beating in the night air as you make your way away from them.
>You touch down and make your way to the forest, ducking underneath the trees.
>Finally free, you open up the door to your farmhouse only to have Sycamore slam into you and push you to the ground.
>You smile as his hooves wrap around your barrel and he presses his face against your neck.
>”Oh thank Celestia, I was so worried that they got you!”
>You return the hug, wrapping your hooves around your big stallion horsebando.
“You were worried about me? I was worried for you. I had everything under control.”
>”But how did you get away?”
“I, uh, may have turned two mares into lesbians.”
>He rubs his hoof on your head, ruffling your mane.
>”There’s the Garden I know.”’
“I’m so glad you’re my stallion, Syca.”
>”Me too.”
>He leans in and plants a kiss right on your lips.
>You bring a hoof up to his face, cupping his cheek as you press into the kiss.
>Your tongues caress each other’s, sliding in and out of your mouths as waves of passion sweep through you.
>The taste you know so well, a faint hint of sycamore trees, washes over your mouth, and you close your eyes, savoring every second
>Sycamore’s the first one to break the kiss, and a line of saliva trails between your mouths as he pulls away.
>”I love you, Garden Dart.”
“And I love you too, Sycamore.”
Best End!
 
Against all odds, Garden and Sycamore ended up being the first gay moth couple to ever be married in Motholm. A few months later, Lavender and Willow became the first lesbian couple.
 
Thank you all so much for playing Gay Moth Quest, and have a wonderful night.