Asriel Finds His Mom's Stash

After destroying Frisk's computer Asriel had found himself in a bit of a pickle. Instead of just using his parents' vast hoards of gold to get him a new one, Toriel had decided to try and teach Asriel the "value of hard work". Whatever that meant.

So instead of just getting Frisk a new computer and solving both their problems, Asriel was being made to take care of the entire house every day for a month. That meant cleaning the kitchen, bedrooms, and living room of every bit of garbage, misplaced movies and videogames, laundry and even vacuuming the floors and ceilings. Originally he'd been very cross about the whole affair but found that he strangely liked having something to do. His countless years as Flowey had embedded in him a habit of taking to any task given to him to the fullest, lest he become apathetic and violent again. And no one, most of all him, wanted that.

So like a surgeon he went over his tools with meticulous care, making sure the vacuum's various attachments were clean and free from clogs and the wheels were slightly greased and the cables in immaculate condition. He advanced down the hallway with mechanical deliberation and thoroughness, the low-leveled swirling bristles within the vacuum scraping up every conceivable particulate of dust, dirt, fur and other detritus into the hurricane of its interior. After the hallway was clean and possessed that freshly vacuum'd smell Asriel stopped for a moment to open the doors to the various bedrooms and studies in the house. Everyone had gone out either shopping or to see a movie so he was completely alone. Now was his opportunity to indulge in his secret pleasure.

Going through people's stuff while they were away.

First Frisk's room. He rifled through the underwear and sock drawers, looking for anything interesting. He let out a grunt of exasperation as all he could find was your run of the mill black socks and normal underwear, a few playing cards, some loose change that Asriel pocketed and a mostly-full bag of black licorice. That made Asriel grin.

Next, Toriel's room. She'd insisted on having a separate bedroom from Asgore, despite everyone trying to get them back together. He snooped high and low, craning his chin above shelves to gaze at what might be hidden there. Not even loose change or a crumb of his mom's cinnamon butterscotch pie could possibly elude his watchful gaze. He nearly tripped on something sticking out from under the bed. He squatted down and examined what it was.

It was an Amazon cardboard box. The checkmark logo grinning up at him coyly made Asriel's hair raise in silent anger. He hauled the mid-sized box into the center of the floor. The open gash through the tape a giveaway that Toriel had already opened it, a happy little detail that would make the young prince's inquisition of its contents all the easier. He gets down on his knees and opens the package, expecting cookbooks, snail fact books, pun books, other books or maybe some romantic comedy. What he finds makes his eyes go wide in their sockets and his heart pound in his chest like the engine of a great old steamer, so loud he can hear it.

There nestled among the beige packaging paper are two objects, each more lurid than the last. His hands trembling Asriel reaches forth, raising them up to examine them. In his left hand, weighing almost nothing, a translucent black lace nightgown with matching leg and arm nylon stockings, the picture on the front depicting a generic human woman, her breasts, stomach and groin plainly visible through the sheer article. In his right hand, possessing significantly more heft, a long equine dildo. Mottled pink and light brown, with bright yellow lettering on the package describing "10 throbbing inches that will leave you pining for the stables".

Asriel's face was flushed hot beneath his fur with a mix of revulsion, curiosity and undeniable arousal. It was rising within his trousers as a hot, throbbing fact. He lets out a slow breath to calm himself and shifts on the floor. He can't control himself and rips open the sex toy and clothing's packaging. He could reseal them with magic afterwards. He lays his find out on the bed. The dildo looks almost bigger and the clothes seem all the more scandalous now free from their plasticine prisons. His hands shake open and closed and he licks his lips, contemplating his next move.

He'd already come this far. And after seeing those posts on /utg/ something had awakened inside him. Some deep dark fantasies best left elsewhere beyond the light of the real world. But now they were here, manifested in the growing tent in his sweatpants. He trembled as he stripped off his sweater and trousers, kicking them off to the side. He raised the lacy nylon fabric into the air with his fingertips, taking great care not to tear the fabric as he pulled the stockings over his limbs. It was a strange tight sensation as it encased his fur, but every movement sent shivers down his spine.

Lastly he pulled the lacy dress portion over his head, amazed that it was almost his size. The hem of the skirt caught on his cock and he sighs, overly-sensitive and anxious. Now came the hard part. Or rather medium-firmness part. He collected the dildo and turned to the wall. The base had a large suction cup that he gave a slow, languid lick of, then smacked against the wall at slightly above head height. The sheer weight of the thing angling it down towards Asriel's lips.

Having no lube of his own, he'd have to make his own. He could easily conjure up some ethereal slickness, but his fantasy demanded a more hands-on touch. He leans forward and parts his lips, extending his tongue to give it a quick lick. It had that silicone taste that those homos on 4chan always talked about. He opened his mouth and leaned forward, taking the first few inches into his mouth. It was thicker than he imagined and the air the massive shaft displaced in his throat made him gag. He pulled back, trailing spit.

That wouldn't do at all.

Placing a hand to his neck, Asriel concentrated, summoning up a spell to numb his throat. After a moment he decided to test it out. He again took the horsecock into his mouth, past his lips, gliding along his tongue. He bobbed forward without issue, almost taking the whole thing to the base, only stopped by the large rubbery balls bopping against his chin. He pulls free from the dildo with a pop, licking his lips. This wasn't good enough. He had to find some sort of happy medium between sensitivity and stopping his gag reflex. His hand reached down squeezed his cock as he tried to puzzle out a solution. Then it hit him and his cock bobbed in excitement.

He raised his hands back to his throat and channeled the magic again. He grinned in anticipation, resettling himself so his legs were spread a bit more. He all but dove onto the dildo, swallowing it down to the hilt. His magic had removed his gag reflex but boosted his sensitivity to absurd levels and he moaned around the cock in his mouth, a spasm going from the top of his head to his feet. His cock oozed a trickle of thick pre that slid down his cock and balls to drip slowly onto the floor. He pulled back and thrust forward again, bracing his arms against the wall, throat-fucking himself with abandon. Tears trickled down his facial markings and spit coated the horsecock liberally, almost dripping before his lips slid across the surface again. His eyes were squeezed shut and he let out intermittent groans and squeaks of pleasure as the sensations threatened to overwhelm him.

At his peak he took it to the hilt, imagining the gigantic cock pulsing hot cum right down into his stomach. His own throbbing manhood pulsed weakly, cum trickling out onto the floor as his thighs shook. He pulled off slowly, the sensory overload making him twitch all over. He took the slick dildo from the wall, popping the seal with his finger.

Asriel licks his lips as he lowers the dildo and reattaches it to the wall. He spins around in the small pool of his spunk and lines himself up. The blunt tip of the dildo presses against his hole and he shivers in the nylon dress. Placing his hands on the floor Asriel pushes back against the cock. With agonizing slowness he takes the huge dildo inside himself, every inch pressing deliciously against his insides. By the time his butt bumps up against the base his cock is rock hard again.

Part of him wants to get caught at this point. And the thought makes his heart flutter as he slides forward, nearly pulling himself from the horse dildo, then slowly pushing himself back onto it. His mouth opens in a loud moan as his thick silicone love slides over his prostate, forcing a few drops of cum from his cock to add to the growing puddle underneath him. He couldn't stop himself at this point, rocking his hips back and forth, lewd smacking noises as his ass slapped against the wall each thrust. His tongue hangs out of his mouth and his eyes are half lidded. He unconsciously raises a hand to tweak one of his nipples through the sheer dress and he begins to grind against the base with every thrust of his hips.

Time and time again he cums, his cock dribbling cum onto the floor in a decent puddle. His ass grips the dildo inside him like a vicegrip as his muscles spasm in ecstasy. And although his logical thinking has long since disappeared beneath his lust, he knows that he can go further, that if he pushes himself he can reach the peak of sensation.

Finally he feels a true climax approaching and he braces both hands against the floor, his arms shaking with the strain. The silicon balls slap loudly against his own and his back arches. His cock throbs powerfully and spurts rope after rope of clear cum onto the floor, having long-since been depleted from several small prostate orgasms. His arms give out and he falls forward, landing in his slick puddle, the thick horsecock pulling free from his ass.

His battered whole gapes slightly, twitching at the sudden absence of cock. He pants and his eyes close completely and he almost passes out before the reality of the situation kicks in. He pushes himself up and retrieves the dildo and hobbles to the bathroom to clean it. The dress however is ruined, stained all across the stockings and front and torn in some places. He uses what magic he can conjure up to incinerate it. He replaces the dildo in the plastic, sealing it with a spell and sets it back in the box, sliding it under the bed. He cleans the floor with a towel and burns that too.

Later Toriel would come home and notice the missing towel but throws away the amazon box without looking inside, maybe she didn't want the contents after all. She commends Asriel on cleaning the house so well and being so well behaved and promises an extra big pie.

Later that night Asriel sneaks out and retrieves the dildo from the garbage.