>Aroused moth noises?
>What would that sound like exactly?
 
>Begin by imagining, if you would, a gentle squeak.
>This squeak is curious, but certain.
>It is… different.
>There is grander sonic texture to this noise.
>This texture is support by a deep subtone; a sultry moan.
 
>Almost like a coo~.
>A coo of pleasure, of desire, it demands your focus.
>And that’s exactly what you give to it.
 
>All of the nuances of the coo drive your senses wild.
>The low tenors tug at your heartstrings, and your inner desires become clouded.
>The squeaks become more loving, reminding you of what you truly crave.
 
>As your moth pony’s hums draws you nearer, her coos get louder and longer.
>Much more sensual and… needy.
>The loving squeaks of your moth pony easing your worries, causing them to vanish.
>With your doubts cleared, the overtones of the squeaks begin to cloud your judgment.
>And it is clear now; your moth pony is singing to you.
>She is singing a song of love, and of lust.
>A song of desire and want.
 
>She is singing a song of sirens, one that has lured you in and trapped you.
 
>But you do not panic nor worry.
>The low frequencies and moans coming from your moth remind you that you are safe.
>And that you can do whatever you need.
>And that you can do whatever you want to her.
>Without the fear of being judged.
 
>Coooooos and squeaks are all you hear.
>Sultry moans call to you.
>And you are drawn further in.
>Would you really turn down your moth?
>Even knowing that she wants you close to her?
>The harmonics of adoration and desire overtake your mind and body.
>You can no longer fight it.
>You answer her call; that low, sensual moan of a hum.
 
>Elation.
>Passion.
>Warmth.
>Your moth brings you to a state of ecstasy.
>The entire night is yours and hers to share.
>A ritual of immense pleasure.
 
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