Ori exited the underwater tunnel in a graceful arc, only slightly stumbling as he landed on all fours. The damp stone chilled his paws and was slippery under his hooves. Water dribbled down his body, further adding to the growing puddle beneath him. He sneezed; while his thin white fur kept water out for the most part, that meant nothing for his sinuses.

At least he dried quickly.

Settling onto his hooves after shaking off, Ori looked around for anything important. He was instead met with the curious green eyes of a moki.

“A visitor?” the lithe lemur-like creature asked. There was a feminine trill to her voice. “And a spirit, too! Such pretty glow! Did you come all this way just to see me?” 

The Moki beamed at him, her ears perked with plain curiosity and her lengthy tail curled with obvious delight. It was impossible not to smile in the presence of a moki. They were such playful, friendly creatures. Their carefree nature was simply contagious.

“Sure did!” he said, technically lying. He had simply been exploring; finding a moki all the way down here was a happy accident. “What are you doing down here all by yourself?”

“Privacy is not easy to find,” she answered cryptically, giving a flick of her tail. “Here is very private. No other moki. Just me!”
 
Ori had never really thought much of privacy--aside from the obvious, but he didn’t think she would come all the way down here because she had a shy bladder. He always had another to accompany him during the adventure that was life. First his mother, then Sein soon after he had thought her lost, and Ku until very recently. Now that he was alone, truly alone, he longed for someone, anyone to keep him company. Especially Ku.

Ku... I’ll find you, I promise.

Ori examined his surroundings; after a moment of looking around, he realized that the cave lacked any entrance other than the one he came from. He tilted his head. “How did you even get in here?”

She giggled into her paws. “Silly spirit, I swam! Just like you! My fur got soggy, but I don’t mind. The glowing mushrooms are very pretty here.”

“They are very pretty,” he agreed, looking over at the fungi in question. They were large, bulky things, and though they provided little light it was plenty to see with. Or maybe his own glow contributed? “If you wanted privacy, why here?” he asked, genuinely curious. “Why not up in the trees where you won’t get wet, where it isn’t cold, or dark?”

“Every moki tries to find ‘privacy’ in the trees,” she explained with a flick of her tail. “Crowded trees! Not private when ten moki can hear me getting too enthusiastic.” She leaned in as if sharing a spicy secret. “And I can get very enthusiastic indeed.“

She giggled again, and he found himself joining along with the little moki. He didn’t quite understand what was meant by ‘getting too enthusiastic’, but it sounded like it was a common occurrence with her. Still. He wasn’t grasping the whole picture, and his curiosity begged discovery. “What do you need privacy for? Surely being too enthusiastic isn’t a problem, not enough to go here for.”

“Plenty of things require privacy,” she said, eyes gleaming as she walked closer, tail swaying. He backed up a step as she placed a paw on his chest. She looked down at him with an expression he’d never seen on a moki before. It was almost predatory. “Especially when I get loud. Other moki don’t appreciate it, but I wouldn't mind sharing my private time with you. You who glows so brightly, and your fur so white.” She shivered, and for some reason he didn’t think it had to do with the cold. “You’re cute. And I’ve been very lonely.”

“Um.” She was rubbing his chest now. It wasn’t unwelcome, it did feel kind of nice, but it was weird. A moki had never acted this way before. “Thanks?”

“What is your name?” She asked, inhaling deeply and exhaling with a purr. “Mine is Kiki.”

“Ori,” he said quietly. Her tail brushed his and a strange jolt went up his spine. “U-um. Are you okay, Kiki? You’re suddenly acting very strange.”

Instead of a response, Kiki pushed him over. He was so stunned by the action that he didn’t catch himself, and was further blindsighted when the not-so-timid moki straddled his lap. “Kiki?! What are you--”

She placed a paw on his lips. “Hush, little spirit,” breathed Kiki. “Be enthusiastic! We’re going to have an adventure.” More of the moki found its way on him, and she whispered, “Have you been on an adventure inside another before?”

Ori gasped in realization. She’s seducing me! What do I do? What do I say? How do I deny her? Should I deny her? She is quite cute….

Cheeks burning as the now-obviously-horny moki rocked her hips back and forth on his lap, Ori shook his head. “N-no. Never.” Heat bubbled in his underbelly and he squirmed as a very sensitive part of him brushed along the moki’s soft, furry legs. “Are you sure about this? I don’t think we’re compatible!”

“Feels compatible to me,” Kiki countered with a look that could only be described as hunger. Something very slick and warm kissed the side of his length, and he gave a sharp inhale. “Feels very comptable to me.”

His mother had given him the talk ages ago. He knew what sex was. He knew most of the basic terminology. He knew what it was for, what it resulted in. And right now he knew without a doubt that this moki was determined to mate with him. But he had never done anything like this before. Never masturbated, let alone touched himself down there. It had simply never occurred to him.

Should I stop her? I’m not ready for this, am I? She’s a lot older than me, too… Ohhh, but it already feels so nice.

Kiki’s ministrations became more intense for him the more she got into it. The smooth, furless skin on her bottom--what he realized had to have been her vulva--rubbed along his penis like the softest of fabrics, sending such thrilling tingles through his body. He’d have worried about the friction if not for how wet she was. And not from the water. 

It only got better when she scooted her butt back and threatened to press down. To take him. 

“Ready to experience just how fun privacy can be?” she teased, her eyes gentle despite the eagerness in her voice. “Because I am~”

Ori wasn’t quite ready--in fact, he was more nervous than he’d ever been--but Kiki didn’t give him the chance to voice any doubts. She smiled as she dropped, sheathing him with one fell swoop. He nearly choked. It had happened so fast that he hardly had time to process the sudden shift in environment. What were once only teasing brushes against his tip became hot, eager muscles engulfing the entirety of his length, clenching and squeezing and refusing to let go. It was so warm inside her. And so, so tight. Everything seemed to quake around him, unyielding and powerful, yet so very soft and forgiving. 

He stared into Kiki’s bright green eyes. So unlike most moki, they were beautiful in their uniqueness. They were also fluttering, he noticed. Just as her squishy insides fluttered around him. 

Kiki observed his reaction to the penetration with clear interest. “What do you think of this adventure?” she asked, tilting her head. “It’s been so long since I've been entered… I must feel very tight to you!”

Tight was an understatement. It was as if he'd fallen into a trap. One designed to ensnare his genitals in clenching heat, and to feel so good that he’d never free himself willingly. It left him speechless from how good it felt. How welcoming a moki’s sex could be. 

But when he finally found his words, all he could say was, ”I can feel your heart beating. Is that normal?” 

It was true. Behind the rhythmic squeezes of muscles, or the slick heat, there was a pulse. Gentle, yet rapid. Much faster paced than his own. Despite how quickly he had thought his heart was pounding, her’s put him to shame. 

She giggled, and her insides quivered to the same tune. “Very normal. I can also feel yours. So strong! I can feel it because you’re so hard.”

Gifting him with another musical giggle, she put her forepaws on his chest and used them to lift herself up. Slowly, carefully, her thighs shaking in what he imagined was either intense concentration or intense pleasure--probably both. Her squishy walls tensed as she extracted him from herself. She was snug all the way through, her muscles clinging on in what felt like a desperate attempt by her body to stop him from leaving. Her body simply refused to let go. As if it couldn’t bear to be without him. Couldn’t handle being empty again.

Just when he thought he would slip out, that the wonderfully clenching heat which had already died down to a gentle carras at his tip would fade entirely, she fell. Took him all over again. Her furry butt impacted his balls with a soft phap, and Ori groaned, unable to help himself as he was greeted like an old friend by her insides, her wonderful femininity embracing him with the greatest care. As well as the warmest squeezes. 

A shaky exhale escaped him, a sound Kiki answered with a distracted huff. 

Kiki rode him then. He expected her to be quick, possibly rough, but it was a lot more passionate than that. It was as if she were savoring him; taking him to the bottom of her depths with each plunge, and then holding steady as she gyrated against his lap, giving him a unique jostling with her eager pocket of squishy heat. Then, according to some rhythm only Kiki understood, she would lift back off of him before immediately sliding back down. All to begin the gyrations anew. 

Her swaying tail caught his eye; raised high behind the moki and curling at the tip, it was like an anchor point. Something to stare at as his every synapse was washed away by carnal pleasure. The only part of her more attention catching were her eyes, but those were shut as Kiki lost herself in her movements.

It was nice, in a way. He liked that she was enjoying herself so much, pacing herself. It allowed him to focus on his senses. Such as the sounds of her strained breathing filling his ears, the feeling of her paws grasping at his chest fur, to the sight of her losing herself to the pleasure, and even the cute little twitches of her ears. All this and more were little pieces of the moment, each completing the puzzle in their own unique way. 

And yet, throughout the mating he remained still, unsure of what to do as sensations he was anything but prepared for were thrust upon him. But not even he could remain passive for long during such an activity. Soon, his paws began to wander. First to Kiki’s thin, fragile waist. Then down to her hips. Until, finally, he ended up cupping her fluffy rump, holding her loosely, guiding her as she took exactly what her body craved: him.

As the moki continued to bounce on his lap, sharing with him the touch of her eager sex, something approached. Like the retreating tide before a tsunami, it built. Threatening to be greater, grander than could be gleaned from the surface, it could not be halted. He knew what this was. What he was about experience. It scared him. It confused him… it thrilled him.

Kiki’s eyes were open again. Her moans faded away, and she replaced them with a whisper, “I can feel you. You’re close. Do it.” She licked him across his nose, making him go cross-eyed. It felt nice. “Embrace the end of our first adventure together.”

Her eyes gazed into his, and he suddenly became lighter. Warmer. He found himself smiling at her enthusiasm, a smile she returned ten-fold. 

That did it for him. The tide was gone. The wave was on the horizon. 

Tension wound in his belly, everything grew tight, and he found his hips jerking upwards while pulling Kiki flush to his lap as the most glorious release of his life washed over him. An explosion of pleasure radiated outwards from his belly, and Ori felt his penis twitching inside the moki, each jerk accompanied by a pleasant rush of something. 

Spirts, this is… the best thing ever!

Ori continued to ejaculate inside Kiki--as what else could this be but ejaculation?--for what felt like hours. Pulse after glorious pulse, squirt after fertile squirt… all while Kiki’s attentive green eyes focused on his own. That only made it better, somehow. Knowing she was watching. Knowing she could look into his eyes and see his pleasure. As if she were staring into his very soul. 

Then Kiki faulted. Her eyes fluttered, and then so too did her insides. The moki tensed and produced the most curious squeak as her vagina exploded into rhythmic motion, oh-so-similar to what was happening to himself. 

“I’m cumming too,” she answered his unasked question. Her insides continued to clench and quake as she spoke. “Orgasms are meant to be shared. And I-- I haven’t shared one with another for many seasons. It’s very nice.”

Ori couldn’t disagree with that.

He’d never experienced anything so wonderfully intimate. Only a few minutes ago, he’d have gawked if someone told him he’d put his penis inside anyone, let alone a moki. Look at him now, pumping his essence into a moki he hardly knew, herself also in the throes of orgasm.

He continued to stroke her rump, almost playing with her fur, only to freeze when one of his paws accidentally found its way under her tail. Something soft and warm twitched against one of his digits. They were rhythmic twitches, perfectly in sync with the squeezes of her vagina. 

His cheeks burned as he realized what he was touching: her tailhole. His paw was… touching somewhere nearly as private as the hole he was currently filling. He gave her an apologetic smile, only for Kiki to giggle and give him a subtle nod of her head. He blinked. Had she just given him permission to keep touching her there? It was strange, but feeling her nonsexual hole twitching against his paw was too interesting to pass up.

It made him wonder: was his tailhole also twitching?

The pleasure didn’t last forever. He never expected it to, but he had hoped. Desperately hoped. His finished first, then after nearly twenty seconds of increasingly weaker squeezes around his softening member so too did Kiki’s. When both their orgasms eventually ebbed away, Ori was feeling tired, yet satisfied. The moki sprawled out on his chest, fast asleep and drooling on his shoulder, seemed to be feeling the same way. 

His penis was soft now. But Kiki felt so warm and cozy on the inside that he kept his hips flush to hers, enjoying that squishy heat for as long as possible. It was nice. Despite the urgency of his mission, Ori decided to take this moment, this one, small moment, for himself. Because he deserved this. He needed this. And he hadn’t realized until now just how true that was. 

He held his new and enthusiastically snoozing friend close, absently stroking the soft fur of her thighs. A deeply satisfied sigh escaped him. Because, if only for a moment, he had found peace. 

And all it took was a fresh adventure to discover it.