warnings: smut, no consent, this is R A P E, sorry if it's inaccurate lmao
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Phoebus didn't know how they had done it, but they had captured the famous Mothman. It was quite easy, and a rather thrilling experience. They had stayed up almost all night, camping in the said area in West Virginia where he was spotted. Phoebus didn't care if it was a long journey, getting to claim Mothman's thick ass would be worth it. Their plan was flawless, no way anything could disturb it. If someone was to see this happening, they'd probably run off in terror before questioning what was going on before them. With excitement, they set everything up, getting ready for the perfect night.
At first they had almost given up after three nights without seeing not a single thing. But a certain rustle, and a thud on the ground sparked their attention. Those red glowing eyes, locked with their's. Everything was quick, Phoebus shined a bright light on a certain spot on the ground. That is what Mothman focused on, moving right towards it. It was only his instinct, how could he resist this beautiful bright light? This glowing circle made him feel warm, made him happy and joyful. He stood in the middle of it, nothing could pull him away from its beauty. That's what Phoebus thought as they examined Mothman, such gorgeous wings and a perfect body, who could tell them differently? (ME)
They grabbed the thick rope, moving closer towards Mothman. Phoebus loved the beauty in front of them, but they still knew the harm it could cause. Slowly they wrapped the rope around the still being, and it just stood, not getting distracted from the light. It was all running smoothly, Mothman didn't move or even make a noise.
Though once Phoebus had forced him to the ground on his knees, he became happier. Somehow he was closer to the magnificent light! How stunning it was, such a great view he had of it. What would ruin this? He never felt such a emotion, but he was glad he was experiencing it now. Another confusing thing was-what exactly was this? Mothman wanted to find the source, but he couldn't take his eyes off of this glowing orb.
When they were sure Mothman was completely intrigued by the light, they pulled out the 12 inch strap-on. This perfect specimen didn't need preparation, it would be fine. They ran their fingers through his fluff, soaking in every moment of it. Never would they have an experience like this again, being completely in bliss. In fact more then bliss, this was a miracle, a pure miracle. With a happy sigh, they thrusted into Mothman's tight hole.
They didn't need to feel physical pleasure, just doing this made Phoebus want to orgasm multiple times. Gripping this fluffy fluff was a rush, one they COULD never have again. It was amazing how curvy Mothman was, perfect ass and big hips. So delicious it was to devour this- -marvelous view. To feel these curves, to be the only one able to do this. Everything was simply perfect, the setting and all. Moths. Oh how perfect they were. The only perfect thing in this retched world, not to mention perfect fuck boys. Mothman himself was the prime example of that, wasn't he? He didn't even fight back so he MUST have been the example.
Then the two fucked, Mothman focused on the light, not the intruder and Phoebus focused on this amazing moment. After hours and hours of this, they stopped and pulled out. But that's when they noticed, Mothman wasn't moving. Oh no. Oh no, oh no. Something was very wrong.
The poor moth didn't make it out of this alive..but that could've been easily hypothesized.
Such sadness poisoned Phoebus, but at least they would have the memory of this. Perhaps it was for the better, Mothman couldn't be a danger anymore, and they would have the memory that they conquered this moth. Phoebus slept beside the dead moth that night, cuddling against its still oddly warm body. They caressed his wings, making sure to touch every splendid pattern among it.
What would happen in the morning? They would figure that out then, it was time to stay beside the moth. Of course they wouldn't sleep, they needed to spend as much time with him possible, take in every single sense. Every smell, every sight, every taste-taste? hm that was something Phoebus hadn't done. They gave Mothman a big smooch, then a few more. Now that had topped it off.
No one would know what happened. No one would even fathom this was the way Mothman died. But they did put the hoe in Phoebus, so what did you REALLY expect?
<<b ruh sorry it was short i was dying the entire time i wrote thisS>>
