Asriel pawfic

The bus slowed as it approached the next household, lurching forward with rapidly decaying momentum as the tires squeaked to a stop. Asriel and Frisk collected their things and made their way off the bus, lazily waving at their friends whose stops were ahead. Asriel waved his hand and was met with a barely perceptible symphony of locks clicking into place, followed by the door swinging open. "Magic fingers." Asriel floated, flexing his digits. "You know that stopped being impressive like ten years ago." Frisk tossed their supplies on the floor by the door while Asriel dutifully took his backpack and coat to his room to be placed in their proper locations.

"Yo, Frisk!" Asriel called out from his room, "Have you even started your term paper?"

"Eh" Frisk was already sprawled out on the reclining chair in the living room, idly flipping through the TV channels.

"You know it's due in like two weeks. And it's worth half your grade." Asriel emerged from his room, phone and 3DS in hand, and laid down on the couch, his back supported by a small stack of pillows. The room settled into the white noise of the television and the lowered volume of whatever game Asriel was playing, interrupted by brief intervals of him checking his phone. After a while, Frisk felt like being annoying, and sunk off the chair, crawling towards the unaware goat while he tapped away at his game.

Frisk made it to the end of the couch undetected and marked their target - Asriel's feet. Slowly they reached up and, with lightning reflexes, grabbed both of Asriel's feet before he could protest, and started poking and prodding the passing of his feet.

"Haha! The toebeans are mine!"

Asriel bleated in surprise, squirming helplessly under the sensory assault of his feet being rubbed. He kicked and twisted, but it was of little avail. He couldn't hope to resist Frisk's human strength with his own, and he was resigned to a quivering, bleating mess on the couch.

Frisk, meanwhile, couldn't help but notice how Asriel's sounds of distress started to take on a sensual, almost lustful nature.

"...Asriel?" Frisk slowed their bipedal assault.

"Y-yeah?"

"You really ARE a freak, aren't you?" Frisk giggled, and hopped onto the edge of the couch before Asriel could respond. In moments, Frisk placed themselves on top of Asriel, taking his hands in theirs, their feet wrapped around his. The unmistakable firmness in Asriel's loins confirmed Frisk's suspicion.

"F... Frisk, stop! What if mom comes ho-"

"Then we'll just have to make this quick!" Frisk winked, noting their brother's lack of protest. Frisk redoubled their efforts, massaging his paw pads on his hands while gliding the sides of their feet against his paw pads, grinding their abdomen along Asriel's. They quickly set into a mechanical motion, and Asriel methodically half moaned, half bleated, with each motion in response. As the minutes ticked by, Asriel's noises became heavier and more primal, turning into grunts as an all-too-familiar warmth built up in his quivering member.

"Frisk, I'm gonna-!"

Asriel didn't finish his sentence before the thick, hot shots of semen erupted from his dick and all over the inside of his pants. The stains quickly set in, Frisk feeling the moisture of his climax spread along his clothes, the fabric darkening in a large radius. Frisk smiled, giving their brother a peck on the cheek before rolling off of him as he ran to the restroom and clean up.