Fun times with Toriel by Chickenscrawl's

Lady luck has smiled upon Toriel on this day. Another child has fallen into the underground ruins, and thankfully, Toriel happened upon him in time to save him and keep him from harm. She assured herself she wouldn't let him end up like the others. He was so precious and innocent. She had to protect that smile

In order to ease his sudden arrival and make his new home as cozy as possible, Toriel was working on a surprise cinnamon-butterscotch pie. It was a little more tricky using magic as opposed to a stove, mixing all the ingredients together perfectly. "I just know once he has a bite of this, he'll never want to stra-" she was cut off, caught in idle thought, and ended up spilling the pie mixing on her dress. "Oh poo. If it's not one thing, it's another." She sighed. She put down the mixing bowl and went to get a change of clothes.

Meanwhile, Frisk was wandering about the house. It seemed like a nice place to live...but he couldn't stay. He was determined to get back to the surface. After looking about the room Toriel had made up for him, he decided to go ask her where he could find the exit. He walked into the living room, but she wasn't in her usual reading chair. He heard some rustling going on down the hallway, and walked back towards Toriel's door. His manners escaped him, and he opened it without knocking. What laid before him was a site to behold.

Toriel was in the middle of getting her dress off, completely oblivious to Frisk's presence. She lifted the robe up and past her fuzzy breast held taunt by a bra, leaving her bottom exposed in a pair of rather plain panties that were a tad too small for a woman of her size as her soft belly paunch settled over the rim. She bent over to see if she had gotten any pie mix on her fur.

Frisk was in awe at what he was seeing. This kind goat-lady he had only known for a few minutes was now half naked in front of him. Her body looked so incredibly soft, with the fur and soft fat covering every curve of her frame. And then, she bent over. Her plain tiny panties were stretched tight as they dug into her ass crack ever so slightly. Beneath the white fur and beige underwear he saw something pink. He was draw to it, walking ever so lightly, as if in a trance. Toriel was so focused checking her fur, she never heard him approach. Soon, his face was no more than a few inches away from her bottom, he breathed ever so lightly. The smell of...cinnamon and butterscotch wafted up into his nose, along with something else he couldn't quite place.

It was at this moment that Toriel decided she had examined long enough, and didn't want to keep Frisk waiting. She turned around to get to her dresser, only to have Frisk bump face first into her crotch. "Ahh! MY CHILD! What are you doing!" she cried, stumbling back. Frisk was broken out of his trance, and could only stare at her with wide eyes as he tried uttering a response. Toriel quickly grabbed the cover off her bed and wrapped herself in it. "Oh my goodness! You weren't supposed to see me like this!" she sighed, glancing at the clearly nervous Frisk. It was at this moment she noticed his legs were crossed rather tight. "Why are you standing like that? What is the matter, my child?" He seemed too nervous to even speak. Her surprise quickly turned to concern. She knelt down to Frisk's eye level. "This...is a very embarrassing situation for both of us. But it's okay. If something is the matter, you have to tell me."

The pressure in Frisk's pants was rising as Toriel's face came closer. He was blushing profusely at this point, unable to say what the problem was aloud. So he lifted her ear and whispered it to her. This time, it was Toriel's turn to blush. "Oh my child. Well...that's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's a completely natural reaction to...this sort of...stimulation." She took hold of Frisk's pants, and slid them down his legs. "Let me explain how this all works." She said. Out came Frisk's little pecker, hard and throbbing, with just a dribble of clearness on the tip.

As soon as Toriel laid eyes on the rod, something changed. The mating process between monster and human hadn't be thoroughly explored. But from inhaling Frisk's manly musk, something started coming loose in Toriel's head. She clutched the bed sheet tighter against her breast as she begun to salivate. Her eyes glazed over as she inhaled his scent deeper. "Oh my child...this odor is most troublesome." she whispered. "You've been out playing in the ruins all day and haven't been cleaned at all". Frisk simply held up his shirt while he was examined, staring down into Toriel's cleavage.

Toriel's tongue slithered across her fangs as she breathed on the tip, causing Frisk to squirm. "My dear, dear, child...you're so sensitive. If you don't mind, I'l just...clean you up." She sighed as she slipped the tip of his little prick into her mouth. Frisk finally mumbled something out, but it was unintelligible. Toriel sucked on the tip lightly at first, gently lapping her tongue over the head. Part of her mind was terribly unsure if she should be subjecting him to this. But she pushed it far into the back of her thoughts. Each drop of pre-cum was washing away her inhibitions. Her grip on the towel slacked and her bra was completely exposed. She placed both hands on Frisk's thighs, pulling his entire length into her eagerly awaiting mouth. The sudden warmth overwhelmed Frisk, as he leaned forward, forcing himself deeper. This was a pleasure he never knew off, reaching out to grip Toriel's ears pulling her in harder. Toriel was caught off guard by the sudden force, but it sent a shock into her brain causing her to suck more vigorously. The drool she had began to dribble out her mouth, the sound of her suction becoming more obscene. She bobbed back and forth in a fluid motion, his small piece being more than easy to take, rubbing the head on the insides of her cheeks simply enjoying the feeling. Frisk's legs were feeling weak.

After a few moments of this however, he felt an new twinge in his dick. Something was changing. He felt it expanding. The effects of Toriel's monster saliva were making his little rod grow larger in her mouth. Toriel noticed this too, and started slurping more intensely as her jaw was stretched trying to hold him inside. Her tongue jutted out the sides of her mouth, wiggling around the shaft. Frisk could feel his climax coming on. He had no idea what was happening, but all he knew that came out his prick was pee, so he tried pulling her off. He tugged harder at her ears shuffling his feet back. But this sudden withdrawal only made Toriel suck harder. Each tug was met with a slurp sucking him back in, until finally he could hold back no longer. She finally lets go with a loud pop, his glistening cock bobbing up and down between her eyes, now three times it's normal size, and spurt after spurt surged out of it. Toriel's mouth was still agape, her tongue lolling out as she was coated in jizz. The first shot spattered across her forehead, slowly dripping down. A splash caught her in the eye, another draping across her nose sending a fresh charge of musk straight into her brain. The last three spurts flew into her mouth.

Frisk exhaled and slumped to his knees, his head lying on Toriel's breasts in exhaustion. Toriel closed her mouth, feeling the cum inside slide down her tongue and her head twitched slightly. "My my, little one. Here I am trying to clean, and you go off and dirty mommy like that." She hissed. "The essence of humans is so...tantalizing." Frisk was very tuckered out, her soft breasts lulling him to sleep. Toriel notices this, and for a moment, her normal self bubbles to the surface, albeit...twisted. "Aww...poor baby. You must be tuckered out." She cradles Frisk and stands up, and with this motion, she notices how wet her panties have become. They were completely soaked with her fur matted to the fabric and a strong feminine musk of her own rose to greet her. She wouldn't be just satisfied with this. As she carried Frisk over to her bed, she admired his new package. It had shrunk somewhat since ejaculating, but it was still much larger. She sat on the bed, holding Frisk in her arms like a baby.

Frisk was still awake, but drowsy. His first time cumming being augmented by magic took a lot out of him. "I know just the thing that will perk us both right up..." She said, reaching back to unclasp her bra. Her fluffy breast plopped out onto Frisk's face almost dwarfing his head, sagging somewhat. Her nipples were slightly obscured by her fur, but a fair share of bright pink areola showed, the nipple leaking a white liquid. She hefted up her left tit and cradled Frisk's head towards it. He looked unsure, but Toriel caught his bottom lip and slipped the nipple inside. "There we go, my child. Drink. Drink! I haven't had to take care of a baby in so long, but my breast are still so full of milk...it will make you nice and strong." Frisk began nursing on the tit, suckling it as if he were born to it. A few droplets of milk gave way to a steady stream. The fire in Toriel had died down and she was awash with a more calm pleasure. She bit her bottom lip as she felt him tug and tease her tit greedily to get all the milk he could. The taste was sweet and warm. Frisk reached up to grab the breast and squeeze it, causing Toriel to squeal. His fingers dug into her fur and he sucked harder, his tongue gently rasping her nipple. "You're acting just like a little baby," she moaned. Toriel's breath became ragged, her cunt started oozing again, and with a shaking paw she reached over to stroke Frisk's rapidly rising manhood. It was so much meaner looking, with throbbing veins and a darker color, pulsing in her hand. Monstrous one might say.

All this buildup was getting to Toriel. She had to pry Frisk off for a moment to take a deep breath. The fire in her was reignited. She lifted Frisk up and hastily dropped him on the bed. He looked up at her, but she now seemed like a totally different, far scarier person. She peeled her wet panties off and tossed them aside, her pink gash now engorged, completely dripping with her juices. Her eyes red and her fangs seemed more pronounced. She lifted her body up on top of his, not taking care to keep her weight off him, he felt her incredibly soft ass plop down on his crotch. She started drooling again and she leaned in close. "Oh my dear child, how you have grown up in front of my eyes! I don't know what it is about you but you're REALLY EXCITING ME! I've got a nice little activity for us to enjoy." As she leaned in for a hard kiss, pressing her breasts into Frisk's tiny chest. Her tongue slithered into his mouth and snaked around, drooling saliva straight into his mouth. It was so forceful, Frisk tried reaching up to push her off, but she pinned his arms down. She reared her head up again, staring Frisk straight in the eyes. "I will make you feel very good, my child. As a mother should..." She hissed. Frisk seemed somewhat frightened by this turn of events, but he remained determined to see this through.

Toriel lifted herself off Frisk and leaned back, her stomach paunch jiggling, angling his rod at her slit. Her soft paws grip him with a light pressure. "I want to welcome you home, my child!" she moaned. She slides the head on her outer lips, teasing him. Frisk's toes curl tight. He desperately bucks his hips, trying to push further on instinct alone, but Toriel holds him at bay. "Ohh, seeing you squirm is so adorable!" She sighed, "Prepare yourself..." She drops her body on Frisk again, his entire length slips inside in an instant. Frisk can't help but cry out.

"Good gracious...this feels SPECTACULAR! My dear child, you fill me with SUCH JOY!" Toriel cries. "But we're not done yet!" She hefts her butt up once more and slams down again. Her juices coating both her and Frisk, she keeps dropping up and down on his shaft. She tries to steady her breasts as they flop up and down while she thrusts up and down, the old bed creaking loudly. Each bounce elicits a powerful moan from her as Frisk's manhood splits her apart and loud slapping sounds fill the air. Frisk was overwhelmed with these new sensations. He lifted his head up to see Toriel's body, her fur now glistening with sweat, heave itself up and down on his prick, which was much bigger than he remembered. All this excitement caused her breast to start lactating again, as Frisk was splashed with droplets of sweat and milk.

The exposure to the insides of Toriel's cunt had an adverse affect on Frisk as well. He started thrusting in time with Toriel's movements, being filled with determination. He thrusts hard, surprising Toriel, causing her to fall back onto the bed, her paunch wobbled and her breasts splaying to the side. He pulled out and rose above her. She was panting, clearly very tired. "Oh my...I haven't done this in so long. It feels so great..." She rambled. But there was no time to rest. It was Frisk's turn to play. He pulled her legs apart to get a clear look at her wet ragged hole, still gaping from a moment ago. He lined himself up and thrust back inside with all his might. Toriel moaned as she arched her back, her horns tearing into the mattress. "OOOOHHHH HEAVENS!" she cried. Frisk felt a strength rise in him as him began pulling out and thrusting back in with full force. His large member striking a deep new angle blew Toriel's mind away. His youth didn't fail him as he thrust faster and harder into her cunt, smacking his little crotch into her large white bottom, her ass jiggling with each pound.

Toriel was crying out and tried covering her face, leaving her breasts to plop up and down. "AAHH, My child! You're going too fast!" Frisk reached up to pull her arms away, he wanted to experience all of this. "NO! MY CHILD, PLEASE! DON'T LOOK AT ME!" She cried feebly. But he forced her arms to her sides. As he looked down, he saw the face of the kind, motherly goat lady warped into a mess. Her eyes barely able to focus on him, her fur matted with dried cum and a bit of snot leaking from her nose, her tongue lolling out bouncing around with each thrust, her mouth in a wide smile, her mind completely lost. "OH GOD, A CHILD SHOULD NEVER SEE THIS SICK, PERVERTED SIDE OF THEIR MOTHER!" Her fat wobbled around with each thrust, her body gone limp. Frisk could feel IT coming on again. His face started tensing up as his movements speed up. "Do you feel it, my child? This love?! Release your love to mommy! I'll accept it all!" Toriel raved. Frisk sunk his hands into Toriel's soft hips and gave one last push with all his determination, striking so deep he hit her insides and Toriel reeled up bleating. Her orgasm overtook her, like electricity tore through her body, her head was swimming. Frisk fires load after load inside her, his every muscle tense. There seems to be no end, as cum squirts out while they're still connected. Toriel's eyes were wide as she slumped over on top of Frisk, who was still inside her. Her heavy cushioned body practically suffocates him, but he slips his prick out, and rolls off to the side.

Frisk sat up on his hands feeling completely exhausted and glistening with sweat. The magic from Toriel's body fluids wrenched every bit of determination from him. Toriel seemed comatose as she lay on her stomach in bed, a river of cum dribbling out her cunt and pooling between her legs. Her breathing was shallow, her eyes half open, glazed over. He poked her a few times and even pinched her butt. He became a little worried, but eventually she stirred, sighing with content before raising herself up and glancing at him. It was almost as if she'd forgotten who he was or what had happened. Then her face took on a look of horror. She pulled herself over to the headboard, and relaxed for a moment as Frisk leaned on her. The bed was wet with sweat, milk, and cum, the covers completely disheveled and there were holes in her mattress. Her mind was foggy, but she knew what she come back to her senses. She was distraught with grief as she turned away from Frisk.

"Oh my goodness...what have we done?" She started shaking her head as tears began to form. The full gravity of what she did crashed down upon her. "My mind was so clouded. I-I wasn't thinking straight...I...I" She began, but Frisk silenced her with a gentle kiss on the lips. She starred at him wide eyed. All he did was smile, and he came in for a hug. Toriel sighed as she buried her head in his hair. When she pulled away, Frisk reached up and wiped away her tears. She no longer had that scary look. It was the same cozy face he saw when he first fell down here. She couldn't help but smile warmly at him. "Oh my sweet, innocent, child. You can still find room in your heart to care about me...after all this."

She lifted him into her lap and held him close. He and her seemed totally spent. Frisk tentatively took her breast in his hands and began suckling on it again. Toriel was surprised, but he seemed so cute and tranquil, she just stroked his hair and closed her eyes. She was worried about the effects his human scent had on her, and that their relationship had irrevocably changed...but the love was still there. And with this, he might stay a bit longer. So long as he was here, she would love him and care for him. That's a promise.

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Little did she know how much an effect Frisk's essence had on her. It soaked into her skin. She swallowed it, savoring the taste.  It coated every inch of her insides. She twitched again, carassing Frisk's face "Oh yes, my child. I do love you VERY MUCH..." She whispered. 'We must do this again sometime', she thought, her eyes flashing red. Yes. I must keep him here. Where he'll be safe...with mommy. Forever.