Just desserts

Frisk had long lost count of how many days it had been. Could a week have passed already? A month? A year even? Lost underneath Mt. Ebott, their sense of time and dates has deteriorated. The time they've spent suspended in Flowey's nest also didn't improve anything on that front.

The flower's abominable creativity was truly endless. They had no idea how long it has been, or how long this would continue, but if it were up to him, eternity itself wouldn't be enough. They muscles were sore, body aching all over from the squeezing vines and puncturing thorns and yet he never-ever fully relented. Every single time, he'd find a new way to inflict pain, or cause himself please. Most of the times, the two collided just perfectly.

As was the case here as well.

"Oh Friiiisk..." he called, rising to an eye level. The human was slightly hazy once again, but a very quick squeeze to their windpipe quickly fixed their attention span. "You little devil. I gave you lunch and yet you forgot to even mention the dessert!"

They turned red all over, squirming in the unbreakable binds. They knew what he meant by 'dessert' and it was an experience they very much wanted to avoid. Unfortunately, they were in no position to argue.

"Let me just get a little comfy, while preparing it for you." he said, face slightly red as well.

Several vines rose to wrap around Frisk even more, though they were very different from the rest. The others were sturdy, hard and sometimes thorny, but these were much soften, with a curiously bulbous head. The appendages, rather than just hold them down, merely rested against various parts of their body, especially those no longer covered by the tattered sweater.

"You're soft." Flowey sighed, eyes fluttering. It seemed like whatever sensation the vines collected was being transferred directly to him. "Are all humans like you? Soft, even when you're a pin cushion?"

Accentuating his words were several thorns digging into Frisk's back, making them whimpered and squirm. The involuntary motion only did more damage, while also making the other vines move faster. Flowey winced and shuddered, red nearly to the petals. The extensions of his body covered more and more of Frisk, rubbing against their legs, stomach, arms, even face. They tried to push it away with their head, only for Flowey to growl.

"Do that again and you get a thorn necklace." his voice was breathy and ragged.

Frisk's heart beat at nearly twice the rate as usual, an odd kind of fire burning through them. This hasn't been the first time they felt this heat, yet they couldn't really identify it. All they know is that in all of this, those embers in their skin were the only joyful feelings they knew. The vines hurried with their motion, growing stiff just as Flowey tensed up.

The vine by Frisk's cheek lowered under their chin and raised it slightly, just as another from their side rose before them. It pulsed and writhed, trembling heavily to Frisk's breath barely reaching it. Sweat ran down Flowey's face, but the grin was unmistakable, just as the amused glint in his eyes.

"Open wide." he purred. Frisk protested and shook their head, only to feel a pair of hooked bits of plant matter crawl along their cheek. "Not a request." he growled.

The human inhaled in fear and opened their mouth wide, facing the throbbing vine before them.

"Tongue." Flowey added, visibly strained from holding back.

Frisk whined, but complied, letting their tongue out just as they closed their eyes while Flowey let out a surprisingly low moan. The vine shuddered again, before something thick, viscous and vaguely brown-yellow spurted out from the head. The first glob hit Frisk's tongue, instantly sending alarming taste signals to their brain, as the weird mixture of sickly-sweet, sour and even a layer of bitter hit their senses. It was revolting, so much that Frisk immediately tried to close their mouth and turn away.

They weren't fast enough though, as Flowey expected this defiance, setting another of his appendages on the task of wrapping around Frisk's tongue and forcing their mouth to remain open. The second glob hit their cheek, the earthy smell of Flowey's sap filling their nostrils. Their head nudged back into position, the third shot hit the mark, going straight into their mouth. They coughed as part of it went straight down their throat, but by then Flowey has lost all manner of control.

Something grabbed a fistful of Frisk's hair and pulled to keep their head in the right position, while a second vine rose to the occasion, teeming with the same kind of liquid. It spewed its load straight into the human's mouth and face, sticky sap covering much of their lips, cheek and jaw. A third followed the ones before, adding even more of Flowey's natural 'dessert'. Frisk could no longer avoid the inevitable and swallowed as much as they could, saliva mixed with sap dribbling from the corner of their mouth. They drifted in and out of consciousness, the whole world devolving into a never-ending torrent of thick and sticky awfulness. After the third, they uttered a silent prayer for release, spilling even more of Flowey's precious gift. They begged for no more.

But all of them came.

A giggle brought them back into recognizing the world again. Everything from the shoulders up was caked in savory sap, heavy droplets falling from their chin and even ears, onto the vines holding them and their tattered clothes. Flowey looked amazingly content, sighing deeply with a bright smile on his face; a surprisingly honest smile compared to the one he lulled them into a false sense of security with, much earlier on.

"I hope you... liked that as much as I did." he said, breathing heavily. "Because... golly, that was nice..."

He turned his head just a bit, his grin turning as evil as his tired face could allow.

"Shame you're so... wasteful. It's a good thing I think... ahead."

A leaf rose before Frisk face, holding the leftover sap that probably dropped in the midst of the previous blowout. The human whimpered, swallowed, but opened their mouth and swallowed again. Defiance would yield nothing at this point and remembering the previous fire burning within them would have made any attempt a hypocritical. As the last glob disappeared, disgust settled on their face once again as they coughed and spluttered. The amount of fluids on and around them was nothing short of obscene.

Frisk looked up, panting just as much as Flowey. The sight was wretched and depraved, and it satisfied the evil creature right to his soulless core.

"Don't worry." he said, not even trying to hide his amusement. "I'll get that butterscotch-cinnamon taste down eventually."