Bathroom Misadventures

The bass was thumping and the beats were jumping. Frisk had consumed an inordinate amount of liquor and his logical thought had been rendered void in the face of all this "fun" he was having. He looks down and sees the small tumbler of vodka still gripped in his hand had been refilled at some point and he tilts back his head and downs it in a single swallow, his face barely wrinkling at the aftertaste. He looks about the club and can't find Asriel on the dance floor. He'd gone to the bathroom a little while ago and hadn't returned.

Frisk's brotherly protective instincts kicked in, fueled by the alcohol flooding his system. He stands on legs like rubber and hobbles his way through the crowd of dancers, causing no few protests as he elbows and pushes his way through the sweaty and drunken bodies. He steps on the toes of one monster, a tall red devil that hisses at him and Frisk turns and apologizes earnestly, but the monster pushes him further towards the bathrooms before returning to the dance.

Frisk feels awful about it and in his current state offer to help the monster were he not already trying to find Az. Part of his nature, he muses to himself. His time among monsters had made his already-strong empathy almost a compulsion at this point. Thoughts began to manifest in his mind of the kind of "help" he'd seen online. He chuckles to himself as he pushes open the bathroom door. No way he'd do that, right?

The inside of the bathroom glows dully with blue neon lights from the ceiling and dull red lights around the mirrors. The stalls are painted black and the walls plated with dimpled glass over metal. It was gaudy and gave Frisk a headache as he looked around. A man emerged from the far stall, hitching up his trousers and sighing, his face a visage of great satisfaction. He nods at Frisk and buttons his pants and washes his hands and leaves.

"Hey Asriel? Are you alright?"

He approaches the only closed stall and taps lightly on it. Suddenly the stall door swings inward and there's Asriel. The prince of monsters sways drunkenly, one eye slightly closed, and a stupid grin plastered across his muzzle. He puts his hands on the human's shoulders and pulls him inside the stall. Strangely it seems big enough for almost three people. Az kicks the door closed and locks it, forcing Frisk down onto the toilet seat with a grunt. Frisk, weakened both physically and mentally by drink, only lets out a short giggle at this rough treatment.

Asriel leans down and gives him a sloppy kiss, making Frisk's face flush scarlet and his eyes fly open in surprise. He manages to get his hands up and gently pushes the monster from him, a thin translucent line of spit connecting the two sets of lips briefly.

"Az, what's got into you?"

"Frisk. Check this out."

The monster raises a finger, trailing it slowly in front of Frisk's face, back and forth until Frisk goes crosseyed and blinks hard. The monster, grinning like an idiot, moves his hand to the stall wall, trailing it down the smooth metal. Frisk's eyes follow with a strange intensity until the guiding digit stops. And there he sees the source of Asriel's amusement.

A hole cut into the side of the wall. Right through to the next stall.

A gloryhole.

Frisk's face, already burning, starts to feel like he could burn water on it. He looks at Asriel, standing there drunk and smug and suggestive, then back to the lewd portal, then back to Asriel.

"Asriel I think we should go home now, we're both really drunk and-"

Asriel leans forward and puts his finger on Frisk's lips, shushing him with a slur of noises.

"You took me here. ME. The Prince of All Monsters. And got me hammered, human. You have to let me have fun now. And you're gonna be part of it."

Asriel wasn't gonna budge when he was in a state like this. So Frisk sighed and relented. It wasn't like anyone was actually come in here. Az would get bored and then they'd get up and leave and call a cab and go home. Maybe they'd cuddle and fall asleep on the couch or something. But as the thought passed through Frisk's mind he heard the door to the stall next to him open, and heavy footsteps and the sound of the door being closed and locked.

Frisk's heart began to pound in his chest. His eyes dart to Asriel's, hoping for some pity but only finding amusement and drunken arousal. One of the monster's hands had slipped down the front of his pants as he watched Frisk and he was squeezing his member inside his pants. Frisk was brought out of his fixation on Asriel's bulge when out of the side of his vision speared an enormous throbbing and bright red cock.

"Hey, buddy. Don't leave me hangin here. I wanna end this shit party on a high note."

It was the monster from the dance-floor.

Frisk's mind was a hurricane of apprehension, arousal, and the desire to make amends combined with the drive granted him by the ocean of vodka he'd consumed. He turned on the toilet seat and leaned forward, licking his lips. The throbbing member before him bobbed in time with its owner's heartbeat. Frisk opens his mouth and stretches out his tongue, dragging it along the underside of the shaft, coaxing a dollop of pre to ooze out of the tip and into Frisk's open mouth.

That did it. Whatever hesitation that remained in Frisk's alcohol-addled mind vanished with that bittersweet droplet dispersing against his tongue. His lips close around the crimson cock and he begins to slide along its length, sucking with a vengeance the whole distance. As he bobs along at a fast pace pre gushes inside mouth, and the monster on the other side of the wall lets out a loud groan of pleasure. Inside Frisk's pants his own manhood is rapidly growing, straining against his pants. He reaches down and unzips his pants and pulls forth his cock, ready to jack himself off as he sucks on this monster cock. Asriel kicks him sharply in the thigh and Frisk lets out a girly sound around the cock, ceasing his masturbation. Frustrated somewhat he returns his attention to the task at mouth.

Suddenly there is a knock from the other side of the stall wall. A universal signal for what's to come. Frisk braces his hands against the wall, starting to push himself away but with surprising speed Asriel leans down and puts a hand on the back of Frisk's head, forcing him to the base of the monster's cock. Frisk gags but can't resist in this position and the red cock all but explodes inside him. Thick wave after wave of spunk washing against the back of Frisk's throat and down his gullet. Tears started to form in his eyes by the time the monster pulled free, one last rope of spunk filling Frisk's mouth. The human sat there as the monster on the other side cleaned himself up and left. Frisk was lost in the taste and the smell and the sensation.

Monster cum.

Nothing else like it.

"Hey. Frisk."

Frisk slowly turned to look at Asriel. His eyes seemed almost glazed over as he looked at Frisk. The Prince of All Monsters' pants had somehow made their way to his ankles, his erect cock in hand, idly stroking out thick pre that dripped down his shaft to his fuzzy balls. Between his thighs Frisk's cock twitched.

"Frisk it looks like you've got another customer."

Asriel points his free hand to the other wall of the stall and sure enough, sticking through a second hole is an enormous horsecock, the weight of the thing bending it slightly towards the floor of the stall, a thick line of pre dripping down to the floor.

"A-Az. That's too big! My mouth can't take that!"

"You've got another hole you can use, right?"

The smugness on Asriel's face made Frisk want to punch him, but his lust had been tapped into, and there'd be no stopping until he was satisfied. He stands and bends over, pushing his pants to the floor and kicking them off, putting them on top the toilet so as not to get them messy. The human straddles the huge cock on his tiptoes, feeling it twitch upwards and tap against his balls, forcing a quiet gasp from his lips. The cock pulls back and angles upward, pressing against his hole. The copious amount of pre pooling there combines with the pressure from the other side and Frisk groans as the blunt head pops inside him. His cock twitches and a single rope of cum blasts trickles weakly to the floor between his legs. Frisk's body shudders as inch after hot inch presses inside him, squeezing against every sensitive nook and cranny.

Finally it's bottomed out. He can hear the panting on the other side and tries to relax before the monster pulls almost completely out before slamming back to the hilt, forcing a loud moan from the human's mouth. Asriel is openly stroking himself to seeing his adoptive brother getting railed by anonymous horsecock.

"H-hey Az..."

Asriel stops wanking and looks at Frisk, whose mouth hangs open in ecstasy.

"Looks like you've got a customer."

Asriel's eyes widened in embarrassment as he saw the cock looming out of the gloryhole like some flagpole of degeneracy. But he was the Prince of All Monsters, surely he could handle this. So he moves forward, kicking off his pants and moving to sit on the toilet like Frisk had.

"N-no. Like me."

Asriel's ears burn like napalm and a shiver runs down his spine at the thought of it. Watching was one thing, but participating? That was almost too much for the young monster. Almost.

Without any preparation or further hesitation Asriel assumes the position and all but spears himself on the enormous cock protruding from the stall wall. He groans in a mix of pain and pleasure and Frisk grins at him, his own nethers almost numb from the relentless pounding he was taking. Soon both brothers were being fucked in tandem, their whole bodies rocked back and forth by their respective partners. They're forced to brace each other by pressing their hands together so as not to fall over. Asriel's mouth hung open and his tongue lolls out. Frisk, seeing an opportunity that could not be passed up presses his face forward, stretching himself on that horsecock and kisses Asriel.

Asriel's fingers grip tighter on Frisk's hand and his eyes shut as he abandons any sense of cohesive thought and abandons himself to this dual-assault of pleasure. Moaning into Frisk's mouth he climaxes, his body writhing in a single lurid undulation as his cock spurts out shot after shot of cum onto the floor. Immediately after, Frisk hits his own peak, a weak trickle of cum oozing from his cock as his eyes close in pleasure. And nearly simultaneously the cocks in both the human and the monster's ass hilt themselves one last time, hot load after load pressure-injected inside the duo of degenerates before pulling out in a wash of slick LOVE.

Frisk and Asriel all but collapse into eachother's arms, contented and drained and more than a little embarassed. They clean up and leave shortly after, though some strange looks follow after them as they leave the club hand in hand.