Flowey and Frisk Study for a Test

Flowey looked over at Frisk, the moonlight pouring down from the open window to pool over the unconscious gook’s body. He’d spent nearly seven hours cramming for his math final and Flowey had to stop him and pull the college student into his bed, still dressed in a wifebeater and a pair of red boxers. His dark brown hair lay in a corona around his head, his brow furrowing as he dreamed of numbers and the upcoming tests. Flowey frowned down at Frisk. He’d done so much for monster kind and now he was getting destroyed by the mundanities of average college life.

He pondered for a moment on what he could do to help his yellow friend.

Immediately an idea came to him of sneaking into the classroom and setting the building on fire, but that didn’t seem like it’d be effective in the long-run. Frisk would probably just have to take the test later.

Another idea came to his mind, a much more “hands-on” approach. His face contorted into a vile snarl of irregular fangs and dripping black slime. His vines extended outwards from his pot, slithering like snakes along the edge of the desk and across the floor. Flowey continued grinning as they twisted up the legs of Frisk’s bed. Frisk shifted slightly in his sleep and Flowey halted, completely still.
After a moment he started moving again, the wirey appendages slithering up and underneath the human’s blankets, making their way to his unconscious form. They curled lightly around his ankles, wrapping loop after loop with a soft whisper as they shifted the sheets. Another pair curled around his wrists from the headboard, gently and ever-so-slowly dragging his limbs upward until they were secured against the wooden frame. Frisk smacked his lips and mumbled something, but Flowey had him secure, A few more vines and his plan would be set in motion.

They twisted up from underneath the overstuffed pillow and wrapped gently around Frisk’s throat, his pulse slow and steady beneath the cool plant fiber. A thick one to wind its way across the human’s face, blocking his eyes, and lastly, the final step in prep, a knotted ballgag of thin vines placed in his open mouth. Flowey grinned and tightened the whole setup suddenly and roughly, and Frisk awoke in a start, his pulse punching into high-gear as he jolted out of sleep. Bound and gagged and blind he writhed for a few moments before realizing he was still in his room, and probing with his fingers the thick vines near his wrists realized it was Flowey who held him.

“Just relax ‘ol buddy! I’m gonna take good care of ya!”

Frisk shivered as yet more vines slithered beneath the light fabric of his shirt, gliding across his chest, following the contours of his lean muscles as they crisscrossed and further bound him. A few slid across his hips, gliding between his thighs to loop underneath the soft swell of his butt, then another pair twined their way beneath his boxers, looping between his cheecks and linking together with those on his hips in a green thong, a tight ring of wiry vines wrapped the base of his cock and balls, pulling them tight, allowing his rapid bloodflow to bring his bound cock to full mast in seconds. His breathing quickened as Flowey had him bound in every way.

Flowey shifted himself along the vines, bringing his face up to Frisks and kissing him lightly on the forehead, then conjured up some thorned limbs and rent away his human’s clothes, leaving him naked and bound beneath the covers, which he also threw away, exposing Frisk to the moonlight, his skin glistening with a slight sheen of sweat as Flowey ungagged Frisk and brought up a particularly bulbous and thick vine to his lips. The human only hesitated a moment before opening his mouth, his jaw straining as Flowey shoved its rounded head past his lips. It ground across the roof of his mouth before thrusting into his throat. Frisk writhed and gagged as Flowey began to facefuck him with that thick vine, the human’s nostrils flaring as he desperately sucked in air while his throat was violated. His limbs tugged at his restraints, the muscles taught with strain, a sheen of sweat glistening across his naked body as he thrashed futilely. He felt like he was going to pass out, white spots dancing across his vision, and then Flowey pulled the vine free, hosing thick slick sap across Frisk’s face and into his mouth, the human’s concern shifting from being suffocated to drowning as he compulsively swallowed the thick sweet load. Flowey withdrew the vine slowly, pulsing shots of sap over Frisk’s naked body, a honeyed perfume filling the air.

“You liked that, didn’tcha?”

Frisk licked his lips, still panting from the rough treatment, then after a moment nodded. It was a rush, being completely at Flowey’s MERCY like this. He let out a sigh and relaxed a little, testing the vines again and savoring the taste of that sap in his throat. But a sudden realization surged up throw his wanton degeneracy.

The test is tomorrow!

He had to study!

With renewed Determination Frisk struggled mightily against Flowey’s vines, the bedframe rocking and creaking beneath him as he thrashed about, gritting his teeth. Flowey smirked and chuckled to himself.

“Golly, that won’t do at all!”

The vines lifted Frisk into the air and flipped him over, slamming him suddenly back into his bed, the wood squeaking in protest. A couple of thin vines leaned up out of the darkness as Frisk writhed against the sheets. A deafening crack split the silent late-night air as one of the vines whipped harshly across one of Frisk’s bare buttocks. Frisk let out a feminine noise that he muffled into the pillow quickly, his face flushing red with embarrassment and pain.

“Golly Frisk! What was that?”

Frisk didn’t say anything and lay there shaking slightly against the sticky sheets.

“Not much for conversation, huh? But don’t worry, we have ways of making you talk!”

Flowey struck again, the vine whizzing through the air, alternating the two in loud smacks as he battered Frisks bare butt again and again, the human lurching under each strike, lewd noises forced from his mouth as his cheeks grew redder and redder. The magical flower could feel the heat radiating from Frisk’s ass as he pressed backwards, his ass in the air as he drooled into the pillow, letting out short breathless moans. His cock oozed pre in a steady trickle as it bobbed and pulsed between the human’s legs.

“Jeeze Frisk, you’re hopeless.”

“S-stop teasing me.”

“Now we got you talkin’!”

But Flowey wasted no more time, bringing the bulbous vine from before and plopping it between Frisk’s cheeks, a trickle of thick sap oozing down his crack too pool on his twitching hole. Flowey pulled it back and pressed the blunted tip against Frisk’s entrance, the human hissing through his teeth as the thick vine eased in slowly, the rounded tip popping in suddenly, causing Frisk to convulse in one lurid twitch and pant as inch after inch fed into his ass. Pre dribbled from his cock to pool on the already-soaked sheets.

Suddenly Flowey pulled at Frisk’s bindings, sitting him up and re-angling the thick appendage inside him to grind against his sensitive prostate. Flowey thrust in and out of Frisk rapidly, grinding the writhing vine inside of him on every thrust. Frisk’s legs gave out and Flowey held him like a limp puppet as Frisk grunted and moaned under this anal assault, sweat rolling down over his naked body, his hair damp and clinging to his face, his mouth hanging open, strings of drool arcing through the air, gleaming in the light.

After what felt like an eternity, Frisk clenched his teeth and flexed, his limp body drawing tight as his bound cock bobbed, spurting stream after stream of hot spunk through the air onto his pillow and sheets. Frisk went completely limp and sat there slightly suspended, a look beyond contention on his face, his eyes closing in exhaustion. Flowey smiled fiendishly and Frisk felt the vines on his body tighten again, breaking him out of his afterglow.

“Boy, you don’t really think this is over, do you Frisk?”

The tendril in Frisk’s ass began to writhe, Frisk gasping as his oversensitive insides were stimulated again. The vines on his body began to protrude little sharp barbs that pricked and dragged painfully across his skin, making him flush hotly in a haze of dual-stimulation.

“We still have all night!”


Hours later Frisk lay covered in a crisscross of red lines and bruises from Flowey’s lewd vines. He was completely spent and lay in a deep and contented sleep, snoring loudly, his mouth hanging open and drooling onto the ruined sheets. The test was nowhere within his consciousness.

Later he awoke and checked his email and found that school had been cancelled for that day due to some anonymous bomb threat.