You had only been living in his humble home for a few days, but already you felt like a member of the former king of the monster's family. Loud, boisterous, and monstrously huge, the king-turned-gardener had been more than happy about the idea of accepting a "room-mate," even if you didn't have much to offer in the way of payment. The hulking goat man was always the first to wake you up with the smell of some new breakfast concoction - sometimes, they were even good. You tried to avoid his requests to try his butterscotch pies, though. After the first, you decided quitting the stuff was for the best.

Still, while living with the former king had been enjoyable, you couldn't help but feel a nagging sense of guilt. He was always so generous, first to offer you a place to stay, to cook you up a bite to eat, anything you needed, he seemed ready to offer it before you even asked. You supposed that was why he had been such a great king, but still... You felt useless around the house. You knew you couldn't tell him that, though. He'd think it was his fault, and you'd never want to see someone as wonderful - and, though you had not said anything, as cute - as him, with anything but a smile on his face.

Then, a few days later, you began to hear strange sounds from his room. Strange voices coming from the small television he kept in his bedroom. He seemed to keep the volume low, but you could hear them speaking some foreign language. The sound bothered you at first, kept you up at night trying to make sense of what they were saying, but there was a sound beneath the layer of voices that kept you distracted: a deep breathing.

And that kept you very, very interested.

Pressing your ear to the wall, you started to listen for the uncharacteristic sound, so unlike the deep, rich snores of the fatherly goat. For a few nights, you listened, wondering, suspecting, debating whether you should say something, as he was back to his usual, cheery self every morning, but you couldn't help but remember...

Then, one day, when Asgore was out, you decided to watch whatever it was that was keeping him up at night, one, to sate your own curiosity, and, perhaps, to sate something else.

Boku no... The rest was scribbled out, a message inked across it in permanent marker PROPERTY OF ALPHYS.

You popped it in, watched, and took it out.

You had no idea Asgore was into anything so...

You heard the rattling of keys. You bolted from the room - Asgore was home early! Pretending to be idle in your own room, Asgore came to greet you, his usual, dopey smile plastered on. While he rattled on about his day, you tried to hide your nervousness. The rest of the day went by as usual, though your heart was pounding in your chest all the while.

Then, at night, as you listened for the heavy breathing you had come to expect, you were instead startled by a knock at your door.

"Umm..." Asgore mumbled from behind it. "Are you awake?"

You assured him you were.

"Oh. Um, can I come in?"

You came and met him at the door, taken aback as you saw him in nothing more than boxer briefs. You immediately reddened as you saw his body - he had let himself go a bit, his hulking form worn down by a bit of fat, but he was still huge, with thick thighs and enormous arms. Somehow, he seemed larger without his clothes than with.

"Ah," he said. You looked up, realizing you had been staring. "I, uh... Did you go in my room the other day?" he asked, scratching his head. "Not that I mean to pry, but, I just noticed some of my...er...personal belongings were moved around."

Your eyes widened a little. You wanted to think of some excuse, but you lowered your head, ready to apologize profusely.

"No, no!" he said, raising your head back up. "Don't feel bad! I must have, well," he frowned a little, "you must have heard me in my room is all, right?"

Reluctantly, you nodded.

"Did you, uh..." You realized he was holding the DVD in one of his hands. "Did you, er, watch this?"

Again, you nodded.

"Did you...maybe. Did you..." He seemed to be shifting a little where he stood. Your heart was racing as you realized he was the nervous one now, caught with something like that. "Did you like it?"

You hesitated, but, eventually, you nodded.

"You did?" His eyes widened, and a dopey grin came onto his face. "This is one of my favorite. My friend Alphys let me borrow a ton of them - she calls them... Uh. Yow-oy animes. I have to admit, humans make very interesting animes. Here," he gestured for you to follow him, and he led you into his room. Opening his closet, you were taken aback as you realized the one DVD he had left out was just a fraction of his friend Alphys's collection. Here, in the closet, there were hundreds of stacked DVDs. You looked at Asgore, who seemed to be puffing out his chest a little, as if proud of his borrowed collection.

"As you can see, thanks to Alphys, I probably have most of the yow-ees that you humans have created."

There was an awkward silence as you both stood and stared at the former king's porn collection. Then, as he shifted his bulk a little, he spoke up. "S-so..." He put the DVD he had been holding down. "Would you like to, maybe, watch some of the Yow-ee?"

Your jaw slackened a little. Your heart was racing as you looked over to your host. After weeks of feeling like there was nothing you could do for him, this was the first time, you realized, that he had asked you to do something. Heart aflutter, you accepted his invitation, and as you did, he excitedly leaned over and grabbed one of the DVDs in the middle. "Oh, then we'll have to start with my favorite!" The name he pronounced after that was incomprehensible to you, the title having at least eighty syllables in Japanese, probably butchered further by his inability to understand Japanese terms.

Then, as he inserted the DVD and plopped onto his bed, you noticed a snag.

The bed was king-sized, but, in Asgore's case, that was quite literal, it was big enough to only hold his massive bulk. The mattress was already sunken, and the supports had been removed - likely broken by his weight a long time ago. When you commented on the lack of room, he beamed a little as he propped himself up on the pillows. "You'll want to be comfortable, won't you, human?" he patted his chest. As you inched forward, you realized there was the slightest of spaces on the bed, if you cuddled up next to the king.

The two of you had hugged before. He seemed to be the hugging kind of guy, but as you began to saddle up next to him on the bed, this was an altogether different experience. The warmth of his body immediately distracted you from the anime itself, and drew your attention toward the aloof titan you now held yourself to. Warm fur and a pleasing layer of plumpness and muscle offered you comfort you never knew you'd needed until now. This was mixed with a faint, earthy scent, the pleasant scent of Asgore, which you had always been somewhat aware of, but now seemed wonderfully musky and rich this close.

When he wrapped his huge arm around you, you thought you were in heaven. His body seemed to rumble as he went on about the plot of the show you were watching, which were his favorite characters, why he liked this one in particular, and how nice it would be to have some tea with some of the characters. He held you tightly to his body during some of the more riveting scenes, though you couldn't really make them out past his enormous girth. Not that you minded. You were too wrapped up in the sensations that you were so enamored with.

But you knew something must have changed in the show when you heard Asgore begin to breathe a little more heavily.

You couldn't see his groin from here, but the king's shifting posture made you certain that something was happening down there. You couldn't see his other hand, but you were sure something was happening. Easing your way up a little, you couldn't help but sneak a peek, your eyes practically bulging as you saw the enormous, furred cock, only at half-mast, but still of a size that only a monster could have.

"Oh," Asgore said. "Forgive me, human. I didn't mean to, uh... No, I'm sorry. That's a lie. I..." He seemed a little flustered, but instead of talking, you eased yourself up. You knew how you could repay him, after all this time. The king required your service, and you weren't about to disappoint.

Asgore remained quiet as he watched you slide in front of his crotch. Truth be told, you had no idea where to start, kneeling there between his enormous thighs, thick slabs of white fur flanking you. The pillar in front of you emitted a faint, pleasant odor, but it was so massive that you had no idea what would work on the king.

Luckily, as you reached out and grabbed hold of his mass, the king's twitching legs and faint groans made you realize just how sensitive he truly was. He still didn't speak. Instead, you saw his thighs shaking on both sides of you, threatening to wedge you there, but Asgore seemed intent on keeping them open. You looked up at his enormity, and he was already biting his lip, even a softy at this moment, he was waiting patiently for you.

Without wasting another moment, you massaged his enormous shaft. The king's groans grew louder as your eyes widened. You couldn't imagine something so huge getting hard, but it kept getting harder and longer, a pulsing, furless, red head peeking its way out of the skin. Your mouth watered at the scent and the sight, but you couldn't stop holding it, enthralled by the pulsing sensation. Asgore let out another moan, leaning back a little so he could tilt his head up at the ceiling.

As your ministrations continued, you couldn't help but appreciate the minute shifts in his massive body. For someone so bulky, he seemed to move with a certain delicate touch, as if he were taking great care not to disturb anything around him - still, your handling of his enormous cock caused the occasional, involuntary shudder, and as you continued to work his shaft at faster speeds, he seemed less able to control himself.

Then, you leaned over, head hovering above his pulsing tip, and as you nuzzled it, he began to whimper.

His stifled groans and moans filled you with a newfound determination, and your nuzzling turned to full-on slobbering. You couldn't help yourself as you began to practically devour his cock, now fully engorged as your wrapped your mouth along its upper half - far too large for you to fully engulf. A huge, powerful hand was suddenly placed upon your head, easing you back and forth in your needful care for his cock. No longer bashful, he seemed too enthralled by the sensation you gave him. You felt his entire body quaking around you.

In between your sessions of bobbing up and down on his shaft, you would pull your mouth away and simply grab his cock in a needy embrace, trying to plaster yourself upon it. Asgore groaned as you pressed more and more of your body against it, your own mounting arousal swelling as you continued to worship his kingly cock.

But you knew the mountainous goat couldn't be teased for much longer. The throbbing and pulsing seemed to quicken, pre dribbling outward. It felt like a volcano, but tasted far sweeter as you began to wrap your lips once more around the head. So engorged now you could barely get a third into your mouth, but you knew you would keep it there as long as you needed to, swirling your tongue around on the cockhead while he released a series of lustful cries, kneading your head and guiding you along.

Then, you felt a geyser of hot seed striking the roof of your mouth, and as your king sighed in approval, his hand sliding from your head and your mouth popping off his cock, unable to hold on as a geyser of seed leaked out, you began to lap up the sweet fluid while Asgore himself laid back, panting and letting out satisfied sighs.

You couldn't help but lay there, nuzzling the softening, furred, warm cock, lapping occasionally at his balls, so neglected by your needful sucking. You cupped them almost apologetically as you rested between a thigh and a cock, unable, and unwilling, to get up again.

As you heard a deep, satisfied, rumbling snore coming from Asgore, you, too drifted off to sleep.