Shin Megami Tensei: Fly Away (NSFW, Minors do NOT interact)
This dumb little story is based on a conversation I had with @tawneybel, please check out her stuff and tell her that she’s awesome!
Not only was it coming to an end, but cryptids, monsters, and gods from all over the world were coming out of hiding. All trying for a mad power grab to reshape the world as they saw fit. Most people were freaking out. Huddled in a corner somewhere crying themselves to sleep… But not you.
Maybe what you were doing was crazy… But you argued that people do crazy things in the name of love (or love making, in your case, sicko). Yes the world was ending. Yeah it would be meaningful to spend your last days with the ones you loved the most… But then you’d be kicking what was left of your ass for missing the biggest opportunity of your life! To hell with your family! It was time to bone the Mothman!
As you sped down to West Virginia in your neighbor’s stolen car, you began trying to rationalize the weird fixation you had with humanoid moths. Ever since you saw a friend of yours playing Metroid Prime 2: Echoes. You were sure that was when it started. The moment you saw U-Mos, something inside of you awakened.
Apparently that was all your friend needed. Like a drug dealer getting a new customer on the fix, she said “Well, if you like U-Mos, then I bet you’d like the Mothman of West Virginia!”. After that it all sort of snowballed. Vintage newspaper clippings, eyewitness testimonies both old and recent, Fallout 76- The Mothman Prophecies?! You were so addicted to the Mothman that you even had some erotic fanfiction laying around in your room in the back of your closet. Plus manga… When you thought about it, this was really all your friend’s fault for getting you hooked!
The moment you landed in West Virginia, you were already on a roll! A former employee of the Mothman Tours was the first person you met. They told you they were quitting because all this time they thought the Mothman was a bogus story to draw in tourists! Turns out that they had seen the Mothman, and were kind enough to point you in the direction of where he was! Never had you been so happy (probably as happy as that former employee was for you to leave them alone)!
You went to the area they mentioned, and right away you felt something in the air. An odd energy of some kind. A bit of a chill, too. The sound of fluttering wings made your heart skip a beat. Some sort of large, furry creature with big wings landed atop a rock in the middle of an empty clearing. From the darkness, the creature stared at you with big, glowing red eyes. Antenna twitching curiously in the wind. Steam from its mouth as it breathed heavily in the moonlight, staring at you with hungry curiosity.
That’s when you froze. Performance anxiety getting the better of you. All this planning and preparation… But the one thing… The one thing you never planned was what to say to him! Like a tween about to meet Justin Bieber, you were paralyzed with fear, but gripped by overwhelming excitement.
You couldn’t just say “Hi”! You started cursing yourself! The biggest most meaningful moment in your life, and you didn’t have something powerful to say?!
Frustration overpowering your performance anxiety, you started unbuttoning your shirt while blurting out, “I-I’m a big fan, M-M-Mr. Mothman!!”
Ripping your shirt off, you started undoing your bra like your very life depended on it! With your tits out for your monster of the hour to see, you cried out, “P-Please make love to me!!”
A soft grunt rang in the air, followed by the fluttering of large wings, and the swooping of a large creature as it headed your way. You closed your eyes, waiting. Heart thumping like a jackhammer. Your nipples going hard in the cool air.
And that’s about when you heard the sound of small feet squeaking with every step they took. Opening your eyes in confusion, you soon found what appeared to be a large humanoid moth -not at all what you, or any other person would rightly call a Mothman- with blue fur, and a dumb, beady-eyed expression on its face.
“Hi PrEtTY LAdy!” said the four-foot-three tall moth-like creature
Trying to be polite, you calmly asked the humanoid moth, “What the fuck are you supposed to be?? You sound like Animal from the Muppets!”
“mE AM MotHMaN!” he said, and started swinging his hips, “SExY tIMe nOW??”
Your eyes immediately looked between his legs and the clear lack of a penis. Then you looked him right in the eyes and you, hurt, asked, “Do you… Can you even have sex??”
“Me STiCk THinG iN GiRL!!” he said, flapping his wings excitedly, “MotHMan GOod fOr SEX!”
“I… Gotta admit, Mothman…” you reluctantly said, crossing your arms over your chest, “The fact that you seem to have a poor grasp of the English language… And you not knowing what your junk is called… Does not feel like we’re anywhere near consensual…”
“MoThMAN KnOW Sex!” he said, trying to sound reassuring and not like Animal’s red headed step brother, “MoTHmAn aM GoOD IF YoU AM GooD!”
In that moment, you were on the fence. On the one hand, you always dreamed of this moment. But, on the other… Well, to say you greatly overestimated your “partner” would be a gross understatement.
“Fuck it…” You eventually said in frustration
Flashing your tits at him, you commanded, “I drove too far and waited too long! Whatever you got, stick it in me!”
Just then a large, rock hard cock shot out from beneath the fur between his legs. Flapping his jittery wings, Mothman clumsily flew right at you. He collided with your tits first, tackling you to the ground for the roughest, sloppiest love making you ever experienced!
The world may be ending, but the night would be long.
