He can hear Sun playing with the kids downstairs. He carefully frees a hand and checks it; his paint job has been restored.

Good.

Now you can wreck him again tonight.

~~~~~

Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk; "Moon Is A Freak™ And We Love Him For It"

You take him every which way all night, using him as your fucktoy, draining him of cum and battery until he finally goes limp.

He awakes the next day, fully charged and swaddled in comfortable (the way he taught you). You're draped over him, poofy with feathers and purring.

Pinned to the mats after a long chase by something bigger and stronger than even him, he can only gasp and writhe as you fuck him senseless; claws ruining his paint job, tongue laving over the scratches, jaws clamping down hard around his shoulder and making him scream in pleasure.

"Darling," you begin, flashing a sharp-toothed grin at him, "my only complaint so far is that you didn't ask earlier."

~~~~~

Only a few nights pass before Moon's getting exactly what he asked for.

He wants you to be just *slightly* faster than him, to be able to climb anything, but also to be able to slip through the shadows unseen–

"You want me to chase you?" You ask, leaning forward, and Moon freezes, fans blaring impossibly louder.

"...Mmmaybe." He coughs out in a fitful of static.

Full shift, he asks. Something big and scary; with strong jaws full of sharp teeth and blazing eyes. A spiked tail, ideally prehensile. Four arms, razor sharp claws on each large, rough hand.

A tentacle cock with as big a knot as he can take, and a pussy that can grab onto his cock and milk it.

You're not at all surprised when Moon sheepishly asks for something a little more... extreme.

Partly out of curiosity, you ask him to go ham, give you as detailed a request as he desires.

And after a bit of prodding, he does.

But you happily fulfill the requests, because one, Moon is very, very gentle when he's stroking your feathers or scales, and two, he moans *especially* loud when you've got horns/a tail/sharp teeth while fucking him.

Enter you, an escapee from a government lab. Human made shapeshifter. You hide with the DCA, develop romantic and later, sexual relationship with them.

Moon tests the waters with little requests– doesn't want to offend or scare you off.

Fascination became kink, and along with kink comes fantasies.

Unfortunately– or fortunately; he knows fantasy and reality are different, but he's not sure he'd have the restraint to stop himself if the opportunity presented itself– monsters aren't real, so he'll just have to settle for imagination.

(Cont'd) eventually it gets to the point where he can't see glitter-glue or stickers on your skin without his fans kicking on >:]c