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Welcome to my first Kinktober(s) as well as the first bits of smut I've posted to AO3.

This collection is titled "(Freeform)" because it doesn't follow the challenge ... partially because I can never remember who posts the list and usually don't see it until November/December, and partially because there was never a snowman piece's chance in Hotland this would be finished by the 31st. We'll all be lucky if it's finished by October 31st, 2022. This also gives me total freedom. Most kinks are listed at the beginning. Some kinks are spoilers and those bitches will bottom the chapters.

Some chapters will be connected, though not posted consecutively. - Waiter! There's plot in my kink!

Many pairings will have or involve a human OC -most of these OC's will be cardboard cut-outs. For personal preference nothing is written in second person perspective ('You' narration.) Most pairings will involve M/F or F/F parts because I only own one set of equipment and am skeptical of my ability to write the other set exclusive.

And remember: Consent is sexy. There is no rape in this collection, no rape play. Dub-con is mild, and will be warned before-hand.

Chapter Index

2: BlueBerry

Pair: Sans/Sans, Swap!Sans/Swap!Sans

Main Kinks: Clone sex, Clothed Sex, Virgin.

Series: Self Love (1/?)

Summary: In a blended AU's 'verse, two swap verses were thrown together. One Swap!Sans sees this as a golden opportunity...

3: Hot Doc

Pair: Sans/OC

Main Kinks: Medical, Restraints, Anal fingering, *spoiler kink.

Series: Doctor Lust (1/?)

Summary: Sans's appointment with the doctor isn't going as expected. He shouldn't be okay with this but... He kind of is.
Guest AU, *mild dub-con.

4: Peak Peeking

Pair: Papyrus/Papyrus, Fell!Papyrus/Swap!Papyrus, Spicy/Honey

Main Kinks: Outdoor sex. Exhibitionism. Voyeurism.

Series: Blue's main squeeze (1/2)

Summary: The only spicy/honey you people are getting from me, told from the perspective of the human behind the curtains.

5: Cabin Fever

Pair: Papyrus/OC, Fell!Papyrus/F!OC

Main Kinks: Heat. Sub-heat. Fingering/cunnilingus, etc.

Series: Stand Alone.

Summary: Already a mated pair, Adrian is confused when Edge chooses to seclude himself during his heat.

6: Canoodling

Pair: Papyrus/OC, Classic Papyrus/OC

Main Kinks: Who ordered the First Time Vanilla, extra Vanilla?

Series: Better or Worse 1/?

Summary: Papyrus and the human for whom he has romantic feelings do more than smooch.

7: Hard at Work

Pair: Sans/Sans' right hand

Main Kinks: Masturbation, heat, mild voyeurism, getting caught

Series: Doctor Lust (2/?)

Summary: Sans is trying to enjoy his post-pacifist happily ever after... but he's not classic Sans.

8: Mark Two

Pair: OC/OC Ice Wolf/OC

Main Kinks: Drunk sex, sex club, xenophilia. *alcohol involved dub-con

Series: Reggie's night out (1/2)

Summary: Reggie's got an invite and throws caution to the wind for a night of Interspecies Relations...

9. Sin-namon Roll

Pair: Sans/Sans Swap!Sans/Swap!Sans

Main Kinks: selfcest, clone sex, virgin

Series: Self Love (2/?)

Summary: Blue gets another shot at his counterpart and isn't going to waste it.

10. Summertime Gala

Pair: Papyrus/OC Fell!Papyrus/OC

Main Kinks: Hate(?) sex. Oddly gentle hate sex. Outdoor sex. Formal wear. Drunk sex. *Alcohol dub-con.

Series: Call Me When You're Sober (1/?)

Summary: Edge is pro-monarchy. Kat is the Union Rep. They finally get tired of butting heads and try butting uglies.

11. Work from Home

Pair: Sans/OC. Lust!Sans/OC

Main Kinks: Heat themes. Fucking your boss. Mild stocking kink. Sweet dirty talk.

Series: Doctor Lust (3/?)

Summary: Sans is home 'sick'. Dr. Brink brings some 'work' for him.

12: No Pants Dance

Pair: Papyrus/OC, Classic Papyrus/OC

Main Kinks: Body Worship, mild restraint.

Series: Better or Worse 2/?

Summary: Naomi and Papyrus are back being their extra vanilla, established relationship selves.

13: Mutt's Prize

Pair: Papyrus/OC, Swapfell Papyrus/OC

Main Kinks: Watersports, wall sex, oral, mild pain play.

Series: I do a one shot, Mutt does thirteen shots.

Summary: Mutt wins a drinking contest for his girlfriend... the drinking part was for his girlfriend...

14: Do the Deed of the Darkness

Pair: Papyrus/OC

Main Kinks: Soul sex, empathic bonds, void sex, fingering

Series: Better or Worse 3/?

Summary: Papyrus and Naomi practice Safe Soul Sex

15: Work Together

Pair: Sans/OC Lust!Sans/OC

Main Kinks: Mild bondage, rough sex, xenophilia, anal fingering, doggy style

Series: Doctor Lust 3/?

Summary: Dr. Brink helps her sick coworker

16: Mate, My Mate

Pair: Papyrus/OC Fell!Lamia!Papyrus/OC

Kinks: Angry sex, ‘manhandling’ (snake-handling?), double penetration, rough sex, biting, degradation, xenophilia, Lamia, some language barrier.

Series: One shot

Summary: Saber the lamia monster vents his frustrations on (in) his mate.

17: Halloween Haunted House

Pair: Papyrus/OC Fell!Papyrus/OC, Edge/Kat

Kinks: Costumes, blindfolded, size difference, restraint, upskirt sex, mild roll play, revenge sex (ish), claws, degradation and dirty talk, overstimulation, biting, Alcohol Dub-con

Series: Call Me When You're Sober (2/?)

Summary: Edge gets his comeuppance over Kat, sort of.

18: Restless

Pair: Sans/OC Sans UT/OC

Kinks: Sleepy sex, established relationship, implied somniphillia.

Series: Hanna (1/3)

Summary: Sans gently wakes his soft, sleepy partner.

19. Narcissist

Pair: Sans/Sans Swap!Sans/Swap!Sans

Main Kinks: selfcest, clone sex, first time receiving, mild dacriphillia

Series: Self Love (3/?)

Summary: Blue always suspected the best bed partner would be... himself.

 

20-32: TBA

Pair: 2-3... or more?

Main Kinks: Many to come.

Series: Highly probable

Chapter Summary: More smut to cum.

Don't see a kink or pairing you're dying for? Maybe a scene fragment floating around in your head?

Many of my chapters are still unplanned! Recommendations, requests, suggestions will be considered.

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Blue skipped down the hallway to the room Berry shared with his brother. He knocked smartly on the door and waited until it was opened to reveal -not surprisingly- a set of bright blue eye lights perfectly identical to Blue’s own. “MWEH! Identical me! Welcome to my room! How can I help you!” Berry chirped.

Blue appreciated someone who understood the importance of manners as well as he did.

“I’ve come to offer my assistance!” Blue declared.

Berry tilted his skull, opening the door wider. “Assistance? With what?”

“Your brother’s overprotectiveness!” Blue announced.

Berry smiled, cheerful as ever but a little resigned. “I’m afraid my brother’s as likely to stop being overprotective and yours is to stop smoking.” Blue grimaced. The two commiserated ruefully.

Blue’s Pappy -Stretch- was a very different brother than Berry’s Honey. Despite Blue’s best and most magnificent effort, Stretch had grown up to be something of an apathetic lump. Some people suggested his brother might have the human illness called ‘depression’ but what he really had was too much weed. On the other hand, Berry was the younger skeleton brother in his universe. Older brother Honey watched over Berry with great care, doting, affection, and a knee-jerk habit of raining fiery judgement on any who said something stronger than ‘crud’ around Berry. Because of this, Berry was just a little bit sheltered.

But tonight… all the lazy skeleton alternates were at Grillby’s for the evening, celebrating New Fire with their favorite fire elemental. The irritatingly named ‘Real Papyruses’ were spending the evening doing best men stuff with Captain Undyne… so there was nobody home but Blue and Berry.

What a perfect chance for Blue to help his alternate become a little less sheltered!

“I’m going to help you become a little less sheltered!” Blue explained, knowing his friend and virtual twin was often frustrated at Honey’s coddling.

Berry considered. “You want to teach me something Honey doesn’t want me to know?” He guessed.

“Yes!” Blue agreed. “It will be a lot of fun! But we don’t have to if you’re not comfortable, identical me! We can stop at any time!”

Berry perked, the bow of his neckerchief fluffing behind him as he got more excited for the idea. “Okay! What are you going to teach me?”

“Sex!” Blue said.

Berry’s smile dropped and eye lights shrank at the boldly spoken lewd word. “…sex?” He asked, unable to get the word out with his usual vigor. It was so… scandalous!

Not at all deterred by his friend’s shock, Blue nodded. “Yes! I will teach you sex! May I?”

A pale blue glow was coming over Berry’s face, highlighting one of the few differences in their physical appearance -white specks on his lacrimal and nasal bones that refused to light up. Skeleton freckles were shared by most of the multiversal younger brothers they’d met. “Teach me sex?” Berry murmured, absently putting a finger to his teeth to chew the glove as he tried to picture it.

He couldn’t. Honey had been too effective in censoring everything. Thinking of sex only brought memories of Honey being angry while people gave Berry pitying or amused looks. The same pity and amusement as when Honey patted his skull while Berry was trying to explain that he was an adult, or stopped Berry at work to retie his neckerchief into a bow. Blue didn’t have to wear his neckerchief in a bow. He looked plenty cool.

Berry dropped his hands to his hips and gave a nod, setting his resolve. “MWEH! I accept your offer, friend!”

“MWEH HEH! Wonderful!” Blue cheered. He quickly stepped into the room, snagging one of Berry’s arms and pulling him along. Berry reached out at the last moment to close the door before he was led over to his bed and made to sit down. “Okay! First thing is you have to make each other feel good! Well, every thing is you have to make each other feel good, but the easiest thing is to start with kissing, okay?”

“Oh! K-kissing?” Berry asked, his blush coming back in.

“Yes!” Blue confirmed. He was pulling his gloves off so Berry decided to do the same. “May I kiss you?”

“Y-yes, you may.” Berry said.

“Mweh!” Blue put his hand on Berry’s shoulder and leaned forward. Berry stiffened and closed his sockets, only to feel a gentle tap on his teeth with just the faintest intent of affection, not too different than when Honey tapped him on the skull after reading his bedtime story. When he opened his sockets, Blue was waiting there, smiling patiently. “See? Not so bad.”

Berry relaxed, feeling silly. He’d almost thought Blue would give him too much at once. Sure, his friend could be intense sometimes, but Blue was also very considerate. “No. Not bad.” He agreed.

Again, Blue leaned forward and tapped his teeth to Blue’s, then again, holding firmly and pushing affection and positive intent until his teeth didn’t feel so hard. Berry focused for a second and was able to do the same, directing his own fondness toward his friend. After a moment they pulled apart, Blue humming contentedly. “That was good! Are you read to try a little more?”

Berry didn’t answer right away, noticing a faint new hum in his magic, but it was a good hum so he readily agreed, “Yes! I’m ready!”

“Okay, for this part I’m going to use my tongue.” Blue explained, pointing to his mouth. He stuck out just the smallest tip of his blue tongue, as if he were showing Berry something scary rather than the thing they’d both seen while enjoying NiceCream together.

“Stars!” Berry murmured. They used tongues to eat with. Kissing with those sounded kind of... dirty? It was lewd! It... kind of made his magic feel funny, more hummy. But still in a good way! And they both had magnificent oral hygiene so it wasn’t really dirty. “I want to try that.”

“Me too! Now, it feels a lot better if we’re close. Okay?” Blue checked. Berry nodded. Blue climbed onto to bed so his knees were on either side of Berry and allowed his hands to slide a little further back over Berry’s shoulders. He was practically sitting in Berry’s lap. They were cuddling but it didn’t feel anything at all like when Honey carried Berry around in practically the same position. “Ready?” Blue warned.

“Yes!”

“Okay, open your mouth just a little bit... there.” Blue tapped Berry’s jaw when he’d opened his mouth a little less than when they talked. “Now, close your eyes, but pay attention to what I do. When you want to try something, go ahead. Okay?”

“Okay.” Berry agreed, trying not to open his mouth more than he was supposed to.

Blue leaned closer again, placing his teeth against Berry’s. Berry shivered when he felt his friend brush something definitely not bone against Berry’s teeth. Blue traced the edges of Berry’s teeth for a moment while cupping his hands over the sides of Berry’s jaw so the tips of this phalanges just brushed Berry’s vertebrae. “Ready?” Blue checked. His breath puffed gently against Berry.

“Hn.” Berry hummed the affirmative, giving the smallest of nods.

Blue slipped his tongue between Berry’s teeth, feeding as much affectionate intent as he could while feeling along the inside of Berry’s mouth. Berry didn’t have to be told to summon his own tongue, it was in there waiting for Blue to play with. Berry was technically Blue, and Blue technically Berry, so kissing him didn’t give a strong a taste as when Blue kissed another monster or even a human. Sliding his tongue along Berry’s was like licking a handful of fresh fallen snow or sipping a glass of clean water. Clean, pure and Blue’s to play with. He drank it in, gently teasing Berry’s tongue until his alternate gained the courage to return the exploration. Berry’s hands tightened on Blue’s shirt, clutching tight as their tongues slid and twisted. Blue kept the pace slow, never moving much faster than Berry was willing to follow shortly after.

Naturally, Berry was a quick study. Even as his breath caught and the younger Sans began making soft noises, Blue found his own breathing hitch and it took a magnificent amount of willpower not to push his friend down. Instead he carefully spread his knees, allowing his pelvis to lower a little further. Predictably, Berry yipped when he felt the pressure in his groin where usually there was nothing.

Blue pulled back just so and waited, watching Berry fondly as his friend looked down and then back up at Blue with wide sockets and his eye lights about as large as they could get, and just a little fuzzy at the edges. Every bit of bone Blue could see was dusted with magic. Mweh, they were such a cute pair. “I-I-I’m sorry! I must have d-drunk some human j-juice or something! I-I-”

Blue silenced Berry’s frantic stuttering with another short kiss. When he pulled back, Blue asked, “Do you remember drinking or eating any human food?”

A small wrinkle formed along the suture between Berry’s sockets as he shook his skull. He didn’t remember eating anything made by humans today. Someone in their house had cooked breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Nobody cooked with human ingredients.

“Does it really feel like you have to go to the bathroom, or a little different?” Blue encouraged.

Berry considered. “It... uh... a little different?”

“Is it a bad different? Scary? Painful?”

Slowly, Berry shook his skull again.

“Does it feel good, maybe? Different but good?”

Berry took a slow breath, thinking about it. Finally he allowed a small nod.

“Do you want to continue?”

“I-I...” Berry hesitated for a moment. Blue waited patiently until Berry gathered his courage and nodded firmly, nearly hitting Blue. Thankfully, Blue was very good at dodging. “Yes! I want to continue!”

“Good! I knew you could!” Blue praised. Berry chuckled a little, but the noise was breathy. “Now, it doesn’t change much right away. More kissing, but you can touch, too.”

“Touch?” Berry’s eye lights drifted down to where their pelvises were still pressed close though their shorts. The pressure had eased some during their little talk, but was still noticeable.

“Mhm. Like this!” Blue pretended not to see what Berry was getting at and instead ran his hands along Berry’s shoulders and down his arms. Berry started to lift his hands to reciprocate, but couldn’t figure it out with Blue’s hands still on his arms. “Don’t worry too much, identical me! This is your first time. You should be feeling me touch you, so you know what you like. After this, you can tell your partner what you like and start figuring out what they like!”

“Oh. Okay.” Berry agreed reluctantly. Blue understood completely, it wasn’t easy for skeletons as magnificent as they to allow someone else to do all the work.

“I’m going to kiss you again. Ready?” Blue asked.

Berry perked up, his eye lights sparking as his grin grew. He liked that part. “Yes. Please!”

And Blue did. As noted, Berry was a quick study. Berry eagerly opened his teeth for Blue and welcomed his friend’s tongue into his mouth, humming pleasantly and wrapping his own tongue around Blue’s. Berry’s hands settled on Blue’s waist, tightly clutching his shirt and he may not have been fully aware of pulling his friend closer as Blue demonstrated what he meant by ‘touch’; rubbing his hands along Berry’s arms, over his shoulders and across his scapula. Sometimes it was just a firm rub, sometimes scratching with the tips of his distal phalanges, sometimes working his fingers gently into the gaps and spaces, always making Berry hum, gasp, moan, shudder, and pull more tightly on Blue’s shirt.

Careful not to overwhelm his friend -and student!- Blue rolled his pelvis, increasing the pressure between their magics in a slow grind that set Berry whimpering. Unsure and unfamiliar with everything he was feeling, Berry’s hands on Blue’s shirt alternately pulled at him or pushed him away, sometimes each hand going in different directions as his body tried to react to what Blue was making it feel.

Slowly, Blue increased the pressure, rocking their magic more firmly together. Increasingly his focus was taken between this wonderful grind and the delicious way Berry managed to keep kissing him despite the increasing noises Blue was drawing from him. Berry’s hands slipped as Blue increased the pace, one hand landing on Blue’s hip and again unable to decide whether to pull Blue closer or push him away as the other moved higher, grabbing again at Blue’s shirt behind his back and definitely pulling him closer.

“MWEH!” Berry gasped, breaking their kiss, then whined, pressing his face into his friend’s shoulder as Blue continued to ride him. Berry’s legs twitched and jerked helplessly, his feet alternately pushing against the floor and hooking onto the bed frame to hold tight.

“You’re doing good. So good.” Blue panted, gripping onto Berry’s shoulders for support as he rolled his hips faster and harder. Berry moaned, wrapping his arms around Blue and clutching at him as pleasure and confusion made him incapable of anything more than the odd, involuntary buck of his pelvis.

All at once, Berry gave a breathy yelp and locked up, trembling hard as his magic surged. His joints lit up beautifully and wisps of color danced along the surface of the bone, glowing through his shirt.

Blue continued to grind, slowing to ease the younger skeleton through his first orgasm, slowing further as the blue magic faded and Berry began to relax and breath again with small little pants. When Berry shivered, Blue pulled away just far enough to kiss his friend. Many, many small little kisses all over his adorable face and those little freckles that shown like stars through his flushed magic.

Berry slowly regained his breath, finally blinking his sockets open to reveal his eye lights had dimmed to tiny little white lights more like Comic than himself. “Wow... wowie.” He finally murmured.

“That was wonderful!” Blue praised, continuing to press occasional little skeleton kisses to Berry’s face. “You did so good!”

“Heh... heh... mweh. Of course. And, um, you too! Of course.” Berry replied, still dazed.

Blue giggled. “Naturally! We are both magnificent!”

As he reoriented himself, Berry blinked a few more times, then frowned lightly. “But... what about you? Did you... um...?”

“That good part at the end is called an orgasm!” Blue explained. “You don’t have to have an orgasm during sex, but it’s really good!”

“Oh... orgasm...” Berry murmured, still feeling the last of it trickling away. “Did you...?”

“No. But that’s okay! I’m here to teach you!” Blue assured his younger counterpart.

“But...” The bone between Berry’s sockets wrinkled in concern. Adorable. “It doesn’t seem fair.”

Blue giggled. “Don’t worry. Sex can be fun even if you don’t cum.”

Berry grew even more confused. “Come where?”

Before Blue could explain further they heard the slam of the front door. Both skeletons flinched at the noise. A moment later they heard Red and Stretch, arguing over who’s fault something was.

“Oops!” Blue gasped. “They’re home early!” Quickly he reached over and grabbed his gloves, then came back and gave Berry a quick kiss. “I’ll teach you more next time! Um... if that’s okay?”

“Y-yeah... okay.” Berry agreed, still dazed and now worried. His brother wouldn't be happy if...

“Next time.” Blue promised. He gave Berry another kiss and was gone, leaving just a faint shiver in the air.

Not a full second later, Honey popped into the room. He was visibly angry and there was a spray of red on the sleeve of his favorite orange hoody. “I swear, those two...” He grumbled, but as soon as he saw Berry Honey was all smiles and the tension in his shoulders bled away. “Hey bro. How was your evening?”

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Sans dropped his clothes in a pile on one of the pleather, easy-to-sanitize chairs and unfolded the paper robe.

Stiff, faintly itchy, a little like shrugging into a notebook. The exam table was also covered in paper and crackled when he sat on it. Though he wasn’t bothered by cold -he and Papyrus had been in the habit of running around Snowden after all- Sans did note the air was cooler than most humans preferred. The thick smell of antiseptic in the air made him think someone had intentionally slapped it on door frames for medical potpourri. Just to perfect the experience; the overhead lights were too bright and buzzed somewhere between a half and a quarter flat.

Sensory hell.

Despite the nurse’s assurances that the doctor wouldn’t be long, Sans sat for several minutes waiting, hands folded between his patella, trying not to move too much and set his paper purgatory crackling.

Several humans and monsters walked past in the hallway, but one set of footsteps seemed to announce they were headed Sans’ way. He listened to the purposeful step drawing closer and, as he’d guessed, knocked sharply on the door before coming inside and closing it behind. The privacy curtain was slide aside to reveal a human woman the very image of a nerd’s wet dream -and Sans was definitely a nerd. From the sleek, flawless bun of dark hair to the simple black flats on her feet. Perfect figure wrapped in a pencil skirt and lab coat, stethoscope draped around her neck, and simple wire frame glasses that seemed to draw on the overhead lights -the glare frequently blotting out cold hazel eyes.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Serif. I am Dr. Brink. Nice to meet you. What seems to be the problem today?” Formalities and small talk she clearly wasn’t interested in. Her tone was flat and she had more focused on the computer tablet in her hand than in his response.

“Doctor.” He replied, not sure why he bothered. Sans hadn’t corrected anyone on that point in years. Not since he’d been overridden on the vote to expose the general populace to LT. “Doctor Serif.”

Dr, Brink was unimpressed. “Dr. Serif, my mistake.” She didn’t bother to sound invested in the apology. It was just another scripted line for dealing with the inconvenient fact that diseases and disorders came attached to patients. “What brings you in today?” Barely restrained impatience.

“I’ve been having hot flashes since last night. Sudden, heavy sweats, loss of appetite, trouble sleeping -which is very unusual for me. My magic’s acting funny. It’s harder to use for ordinary things. Heck, it’s harder to think straight. Skull feels fuzzy.” Sans cracked a smile and winked. “Fuzzier than usual. Skeletons are very cuddly.”

“I see.” Sans doubted Dr. Brink even heard him, much less noted the wink. She looked between the soul scanner and the records on her tablet, comparing and making a couple further notes. “Is that all?”

Sans grimaced. “Feeling kind of cranky, too.” He admitted. “Snapped at my brother’s mate this morning over something silly. Made him cry.”

“I see.” Dr. Brink replied, making a note on the tablet before setting it aside. She pulled a pair of powder blue exam gloves from their box on the wall. “Dr. Serif, I’m going to perform a quick examination to confirm my suspicions. Summon your reproductive organs and lean back.” As an afterthought; “Please.”

“Sure thing, doc.” Sans agreed, swallowing. Didn’t humans usually try to match the doctor’s sex to their patient for these things? Maybe they hadn’t thought of it because he was a skeleton. Still, Sans did as he was told and lay back, crackling all the paper surrounding him. He twitched uncomfortably as the stiff robe scratched over his dick, which was already half hard. Odd. He hadn’t intended to bring the thing out yet. “Kinda sensitive.” He warned her.

“I see.” Dr. Brink couldn’t express greater apathy if she’d replaced ‘I see’ with ‘I don’t care’. She didn’t give Sans much warning, just lifted the bottom of Sans’ paper robe, folded it back with practiced ease, and looked him over with disinterest. After a moment she tapped the tablet screen once, then began reporting her findings. “Patient has manifested his magic into a sexual organ as requested. Per the patient’s own preference, male organs have been summoned. The phallus is of average length whilst partially erect, thick. No presence of a scrotum or other visible testes. Common for monsters. Unlike others, the skeleton monster has not summoned an anal sphincter. This may be a matter of preference rather than ability, will assess further.”

“Sure know how to sweet talk a guy.” Sans muttered, feeling himself starting to flush under Dr. Brink’s cold scrutiny.

“Typical LT taint of the magic. Magic possibly pale blue origin resulting in a lavender blend, currently very agitated. Will now begin active examination.” Dr. Brink moved closer and set cool, gloved fingertips on San’s magic pseudo flesh, right where it faded out when he only summoned the working parts. After giving him a moment to adjust -proof that bedside manner did exist- she took his cock in hand, moving it around so she could see all aspects of the shaft before gripping more firmly and giving it an experimental pump.

Sans grunted and grit his teeth at the unexpected stimulus. The movement, the pressure, her cold hands, and absolutely no lube.

“Don’t move, please.” Dr. Brink said.

Sans tried to obey, but there wasn’t much he could really do with his cock rapidly hardening beneath her touch and gaze. He was so sensitive right now; he couldn’t begin to separate himself and remember this was just a medical exam. The sensitivity was probably another important symptom. He would have reported it if he’d known.

“Do you always summon male parts?” Dr. Brink asked, still holding his cock in one hand as she felt the thin strip of pseudo flesh around it with the other.

“Yeah… since the barrier broke.” Sans managed, voice tight.

“I see.” She slowly began pumping Sans’ cock, pressing lightly with the other hand where his magic started to extend toward his tailbone. Sans whimpered and thrust up with his pelvis.

Dr. Brink immediately released him. “Mr. Serif, I asked you to hold still. Do you require restraint for the exam?” Sans was too busy trying not to whine at the sudden loss of contact to respond. “Very well.” She stepped to the side of the table and reached for something Sans couldn’t see.

“What…?” She reached to the side of the exam table. From somewhere below San’s line of sight she pulled a canvas strap up and across San’s humeri and ribcage. The buckle clicked into place before she tugged, removing any slack. “Wha- Doc wait, what’s this for?” There were procedures for this kind of thing, right? This didn’t feel very procedurey.

Dr. Brink pulled up another strap and secured it across his lumbar spine, just above his pelvis. “You need to remain still for the duration of the examination. It’s for your own safety.” She pulled the second strap tight. Sans grunted but didn’t try to fight back or avoid the restraints.

Why… why not? He hated feeling trapped, why wasn’t he…?

Dr. Brink returned to the foot of the exam table and pulled up two supports usually used for human women getting a cervical exam. She lifted Sans’ legs and nested his feet on the raised steel braces. She then wrapped velcro straps over Sans’ metatarsals with the same professional detachment as the straps on his chest and lumbar vertebrae.

“I don’t get it, why are…” Why wasn’t he fighting?

“Patient was secured to prevent excess movement.” Doctor Brink reported to her computer tablet, noting the time. “Resuming palpation.”

“Doc?” Sans asked, not getting a response.

Dr. Brink did just as she said, taking his stiff cock in hand and giving it a cursory glance to ensure nothing had changed dramatically while she was strapping him down, then placing her fingers on his magic and resuming her slow search. Sans groaned and dropped his skull as she pressed closer to the edge of his magic, stimulating it and causing it to form further.

“Ah. Upon palpation, anal sphincter was summoned.” Dr. Brink reported for her tablet. She circled the new formation with a thumb, pressing just enough to drive Sans to distraction. “Region seems sensitive. Possibly due to lack of variance in use over the course of recent years.”

Sans opened his mouth to tell her, no, he had not been summoning his own ass just as she pressed directly over his asshole, drawing a guttural moan from him that was embarrassingly loud.

“Region is highly responsive to firm palpation.” Dr. Brink reported superfluously.

“Hell yeah.” Sans agreed, panting. This woman had his dick tight in one hand and was teasing his asshole, responsive was happening. The magic in his pelvis was heating and the heat was running up his spine, spreading hot magic everywhere but his skull, leaving him unable to figure out what the hell was happening and why he wasn’t telling this doctor to get their hands off him.

Dr. Brink took the hand prodding around his ass away for a moment, leaving Sans in a confusion of failing to feel relieved even as his pelvis was trying to find a way to thrust up into the hand that still held his cock. This shouldn’t be doing as much for him as it was… oh and it was. It got better worse when he heard a familiar plastic snap he knew even without looking was KY jelly.

“Heya, doc? What are you planning down there?” His voice was shamefully hoarse. Sans lifted his skull, trying to see, but the doctor’s head was angled so lights glared off her glasses and left her expression even beyond his ability to read. “Do-AGH! COLD!” Sans jumped as much as he was able to when the lubricant was smeared over his asshole. Running around bare-boned in Snowden was one thing, but pure magic flesh was sensitive! The doctor pressed little circles into the magic flesh, more to relax him after he’d tightened up than in response to his complaint about the temperature.

He breathed carefully, half telling himself he was preparing to tell her off and put a stop to all this, half willing himself to relax, knowing what was coming next and maybe more than half hoping for it.

Sure enough, as soon as he began to relax, he felt a gloved finger pressing against his little entrance, asking to be let in the backdoor. Then, with firm pressure, she slid not one but two fingers into him. Sans groaned again, then whined as any attempt to try and meet her was stopped by the restraints.

“Patient responds positively to penetration.” Dr. Brink reported for her tablet, stilling as she spoke and allowing Sans time he didn’t really need to adjust to the intrusion. “Possible cause of reported symptoms likely due to a lack of submissive behavior, leading to an imbalance in LT taint.”

Sans couldn’t say anything, just panted shallowly and whined with every exhale. His magic was running wild, racing though his bones. He needed her to move! He needed her to add another finger! Both! Just fuck him already, Dammit!

Instead, Dr, Brink withdrew what little she’d been allowing him.

“What? No! Wait!” Sans yelped pitifully as he felt her fingers slide out of him. Even that tiny bit of movement had felt nice, but he needed more.

Dr. Brink pursed her lips at him as she removed her gloves. “Sans.” She said.

“What? Please!” Sans begged.

“Sans? Sans, please, wake up.”

Sans opened his eye sockets. The room was dark. He blinked to spark his eye lights and focus in the dark on Dr. Brink’s face. “Doc?”

Dr. Brink huffed in amusement, eyes softening though her hands remained cool and clinical, brushing over his face and skull to check his temperature and looking into his eyes carefully. Her hair fell loose on either side of her face and she wasn’t wearing her glasses. “I thought you were having some kind of nightmare, but you’ve started your heat early. I’m sorry, should I have let you sleep?”

Sans huffed as the dream faded and reality asserted itself. He then grinned as he rolled onto his back to get a better look at his mate. His eye lights lit their bedroom and her skin in a shade more magenta than lavender, proving she was right about his heat kicking in. “Doesn’t make much difference.” He said, running a hand through her beautiful, messy hair. “Awake or asleep, you’re the only one I ever dream about.”

Dr. Brink, Sylvia’s tension melted away at his words. “Well… you sweet thing you.” She said awkwardly, blushing.

Sans reached for her exaggeratedly, as if leaning over him with one hand still under his shoulder was too far for him to reach her. “Can I have a kiss?”

She smiled warmly, so full of love and every good feeling as she gave him what he asked for, sweetly and gently. First, she kissed him lovingly, all soft touches and fondness. Then she flicked a tongue out, inviting further play, which Sans gladly accepted. This was everything. This was perfect…

… though maybe Sans would suggest playing a little doctor in the near future?

Chapter Text

Blue and Victoria laughed as they ran into the house, slamming the door behind them just in time to avoid a wave of snowballs thudding against the door. “MWEH-HEH-HEH!” Blue laughed. “Worth it.”

“I can’t believe you punned him into a snowdrift!” Victoria giggled helplessly. “I thought you hated puns?”

Blue grinned, his starlight blue eye lights actually spinning a little. “Puns are an inferior form of humor! I can easily out-pun Pappy.”

“Edge is never going to let us out, you know. We’re trapped.”

Blue stepped away from the door, shrugging. “They’ll leave when Pappy gets tired… which should be any minute. Meanwhile, showers and cider?”

“Sounds wonderful.” Victoria agreed. “But you should shower first?”

Blue recoiled at the thought. “But, your skin! You must be cold and a shower will warm you right up!” He argued, filled with chivalry. Victoria giggled, pecked Blue on the teeth with a brief kiss, then poked him in the eye socket. “MWEH!” Blue hopped back in alarm. The distance allowed him to see fresh chunk of ice she now held in her fingers.

“You have snow in your skull!” She said. “It’s packed in there behind your eye lights!”

“Oh…” Blue said, putting a gloved hand up to try and clear out the mess, but his gloves were so covered in snow already it didn’t help much. “But, I should clean up.” He argued, looking around at the landing even as he unintentionally ground more snow into his socket.

“You’ll only make more mess as you thaw. Shower first, I’ll clean up and start the cider.” Victoria assured him.

“But…”

“Go!” Blue’s human date-mate shooed him away. Once shooed, he hurried to the shower, hoping to get in and out before she’d finished cleaning.

He missed the way Victoria carefully watched him enter the bathroom before creeping to the living room window and peeping out through a crack in the curtain.

Edge and Stretch were still outside. Blue was right in that they would probably be leaving when Stretch got tired, but it was doubtful that exhaustion would be for the reasons Blue assumed. He seemed the only skeleton in the multiverse who wasn’t aware his brother and the edgier Papyrus were more than friends. In fact, they were definitely canoodling… or, would be very soon: Edge’s hands were lost somewhere in Stretch’s snow pants at the moment. Stretch’s hands were clasped behind Edge’s neck, pulling him close enough that even with Edge’s skull in the way it was obvious they were kissing. Someday Victoria would learn what that looked like.

Their legs tangled, long and graceful as the two usually were, it was inevitable that they fall. And -oh!- there they went, back in the snowdrift. The snow was soft enough for them to sink in partially before it packed down enough to support their combined weight. This way, the snowdrift would give them a measure of privacy if nobody was spying on them from Stretch’s living-room window. There still wasn’t much to see but… yep, Edge’s pants had definitely shifted and Victoria almost stepped away from the crack in the curtains -a little snooping was okay but she wasn’t one to ogle OPP.

Or, at least, she thought she wasn’t. Yet…

They were both pawing at each other’s pants, trying to make this work somehow between the snow and Edge’s preference for spray-on leather. Stretch’s snow pants, high visibility orange yet without a single puff of white from the snowball fight, had always been loose and dropped down easily to reveal long femurs so white they were barely visible from this distance against the snow. Edge’s pants went down far enough for Victoria to his pelvic bones flushed with crimson magic. However, because of his fashion choices, there was only a spine to block her from seeing that Edge’s manifested magic was well endowed and canted upwards when aroused. Though Skeletons could choose either gender of sexual organs, Stretch’s cock solidified and Victoria could see that Stretch was… ahem. Perhaps the nickname was not pertaining to his height?

It was remarkable how pretty the rich crimson and the deep orange were next to each other when Edge pressed their two cocks together and started jerking them both with one hand. Stretch grabbed Edge by the shoulders of his cropped jacket and pulled the other skeleton down for another kiss.

Victoria swallowed at the two ground their pelvises as close as possible, kissing while Edge’s gloved hand worked. Suddenly Edge pulled back, releasing their magic and surely sputtering or lecturing as he was wont to do. Stretch was snickering, not the least bit repentant over whatever it was he’d done to earn Edge’s ire. That didn’t earn him any points and he flailed when Edge grabbed him by the ribs through his coat, hauled Stretch higher up in their snowdrift -unwittingly giving Victoria a near perfect view of Stretch’s manifest magic. The orange cock and a puckered asshole were impossible to miss, even from the house.

Edge then stuck two fingers in Stretch’s mouth. Stretch’s eye sockets went wide, but he apparently obeyed an order to close his teeth and suck on the fingers, covering the gloves with a nearly invisible layer of his magic. Edge then took those fingers out, placed his hand between Stretch’s femurs and without apparent warning, thrust them into the puckered magic of Stretch’s asshole. Stretch was grimacing and obviously cursing, Edge continued to work his fingers, apparently enjoying the mild sadism. He partially withdrew and thrust the fingers back in only a few times before withdrawing his hand completely and grabbing his penis.

Victoria covered her mouth with her hands. Her face was so hot it hurt. Damn. She felt her own sex clench when Edge slammed into Stretch. Stretch yelled in pain. It was wordless and Victoria knew this not only because she could see his face and his mouth wasn’t moving the way Papyrus types did when they talked, but because she could hear him through the window.

Between them, Victoria could see Edge’s cock, thinly covered in Stretch’s magic, their blended colors almost a burnt orange.

Stretch clutched onto Edge, clearly caught off guard at the rough treatment, but a moment after his shout he was the one to start rocking against Edge, trying to get his partner to move. Edge complied slowly, using one arm to hold Stretch close, the other to gather precum dripping from the head of Stretch’s penis and use the magic to lubricate his own as he slowly rocked in and out of Stretch. Stretch was talking now, eye sockets clenched tight over Edge’s shoulder and clearly begging.

Victoria moved one hand from her mouth down between her legs, trying to ease the tightness of arousal she was starting to feel.

Oh, she shouldn’t have stayed at this curtain. She should leave now… but…

Gradually Edge picked up speed which translated into relief and such pure blissed out pleasure on Stretch’s face. Stretch clung to Edge, gripping his jacket so tight the leather might actually tear, or at least be creased. His knees were spread as wide as possible despite the snow pants now gathered around his ankles, trying to give Edge further access to thrust deeper, fuck harder. Edge gripped Stretch’s cock, pumping in time with his own thrusts and making Stretch’s eye sockets pop open and his jaw hang loose as he made whatever sounds he was sharing with Edge.

Victoria gripped the crotch of her jeans and bit the meat of her hand. She was still telling herself to step away from the curtain, still not stepping away.

Edge straightened, still pumping Stretch’s cock but his angle inside Stretch’s magic shifted, thrusts moving further back and causing his lover’s jaw and eye sockets to snap shut for a moment, then Stretched opened his mouth and shuddered. Orange magic spurted up, splattering Edge’s cropped jacket. Edge changed his pace, speeding up yet again until the orange magic sheathing his cock was overwhelmed with crimson, the color leaking down until Victoria could see crimson magic slipping free of Stretch’s now crimson asshole.

They clung to each other. Stretch buried his face in Edge’s jacket near the neck, Edge panting, ducking his skull in a way that might have been him saying something.

After a moment, they shifted again. Stretch held tight to Edge’s jacket, boosting himself up as Edge adjusted his grip and began to slide his magic free from Stretch. Red and orange magic splattered the snow. The bright colors drew Victoria’s eyes, but not so much that she missed it when Stretch looked directly at the living-room window, and winked.

Edge, his cock fading from sight, chuckled and turned just enough to glance over his shoulder, smirking.

Victoria, far too late, stepped away from the curtain. She forced herself to breath deep and slow until the embarrassing flush cooled. There wasn’t much she could do for the dampness in her pants or the gentle sway of the curtains from her sudden movement.

She hurried to gather cleaning supplies and wiped up the snow they’d dropped in the entryway, then went to the kitchen and putting some cider on to warm, searching the cabinets for snacks. Chocolate chip cookies. Blue preferred to eat healthy, but Stretch knew cookies were Victoria’s and Blue’s mutual weakness and kept them stocked.

Hoo boy… Stretch… Don’t think about that.

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“This again…” Adrian murmured as she approached the old hunting lodge. If she didn’t know any better, she’d accuse Edge of sentimentality for coming back here again.

She paused as she circled the building and looked at the front door.

Maybe she didn’t know better.

She couldn’t help but smile a little to herself at the thought. He hadn’t been proud of that weekend, embarrassed and angry at what he deemed a horrible loss of control and breech of etiquette and his own standards and everything else, but Adrian was pretty thick sometimes and needed something blatantly obvious to figure out ‘feelings’.

Hell, a full-on rut hadn’t convinced Adrian Edge really liked her. It was barely enough for Adrian to realize she liked him. She thought they’d both come a long way since then, but here they were again.

The front door was locked. Red had given her a key, rolling his eyelights and announcing plans to hit Grillby’s and get soundly drunk, but Adrian still knocked first.

“GO AWAY!”

Well, she did knock.

Adrian unlocked her door and had to force the handle to turn against an unseen force on the other side. When she won that little battle -it’s easier to push down on a door handle than hold it up- Adrian heard a whimper and scurrying inside as she pushed the door open.

“I SAID GO AWAY! I’M FINE! LEAVE ME ALONE!” Edge bellowed from further in the house.

Adrian just locked the door behind her and continued inside. “What’s going on?” She demanded.

“NOTHING! I’M SICK! DON’T COME ANY CLOSER OR YOU’LL CATCH IT!”

Adrian pushed open the kitchen door and continued toward the bedroom. “I thought lying was beneath you?”

“…”

Adrian opened the bedroom door and found Edge, sitting on the bed, staring at the floor and refusing to look at her. There was a scent in the air, spicy like his ruts but also sweet. Adrian sighed. “Papyrus.” He flinched, then slowly looked up at her. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

His fingers were fiddling with each other. The leather of his new gloves creaking. “It’s nothing you should concern yourself with.” Papyrus insisted.

Adrian crossed her arms and leaned against the wall beside her. “Everything about you is something I want to concern myself with.” She countered. His magic started to flush his facial bones. It was cute. “Whatever is going on, you’re not happy with it. So, tell me, what is going on?”

He whimpered and looked down at the floor. Adrian thought he was going to ignore the question until Papyrus replied in a still, small voice completely unlike himself. “I’ve… I’ve gone into heat.”

Adrian pushed off the wall and stepped closer to him. “That’s nothing new. You know, I rather enjoy helping you through your rut.”

He shook his head again. “No… not a rut… a heat. A-a heat is more… receptive. Some monsters call it a ‘sub-heat’.”

Adrian continued to close the distance between them until she was able to sit on the bed beside him. “Okay. Why did you feel the need to hide this from me?”

“Because… skeletons… humans are strictly ‘male’ or ‘female’. I didn’t… there isn’t much that a female might do for… another female in heat.”

Adrian considered this. “Papyrus?” She asked.

Slowly, he turned his skull to look at her.

When Adrian was sure she had his full attention she asked, “Are you telling me you have a cunt instead of a penis right now?” She pointed at the dull red glow barely peaking out from under his clothes. His pants were too thick to allow any light through, but the bottom of his shirt was giving away his state of arousal.

And the magic glow on his skull was giving away his state of horrified embarrassment. “Must you be so crass?” Papyrus demanded.

“Vagina?” Adrian tried. “Girly bits?”

Papyrus grumbled, turning away from her and refusing to rise to the bait.

Adrian smiled. She shifted closer to Papyrus and reached up to cup the side of his jaw, making him turn to look at her. “We’ll figure it out. There’s no reason for you to just sit here miserable. Okay?”

Papyrus didn’t look convinced, but he managed to say, “Very well.” Heaven forbid the Great and Terrible Papyrus stoop to such mundane phraseology as ‘okay’. The thought made Adrian smile in amusement, then she kissed him.

In many ways, Papyrus was not a great kisser. He had no lips (though, Red laughed about that for some reason…) but he enjoyed receiving kisses from Adrian. He’d sort of gently nuzzle her with his teeth for a moment and if it felt right, such as now, he’d manifest a tongue and gently, ever so gently, open his teeth and lick Adrian’s lips to ask permission.

Today, Adrian didn’t wait. When he opened his teeth, she responded immediately by slipping her own little human tongue inside. Papyrus flinched, opening his teeth wider to avoid hurting her and she took advantage to explore further. She ran the tip of her tongue along the inside of his teeth, learning the shape and how they joined with the bone where humans had a palate. Then, the area grew slick and warm as his magic responded to the stimulus. Carefully, Papyrus met Adrian’s tongue with his own, sliding over the little appendage, then gently sucking on it the way Adrian had done so often with his own.

Adrian hummed, pleased. She shifted on the bed, crawling into his lap and wrapping her arm around his shoulder, holding him close as she continued to kiss and taste. Usually she wasn’t the forceful one in their lovemaking, but he’d said this was a ‘sub-heat’ right? Well, why not?

 Straddling Papyrus, Adrian wasn’t getting any of the friction she usually got, zero bulge. She shifted her weight again, allowing one leg to slip between his and pressing forward until she found… something. Papyrus stiffened, then exhaled with a soft whine. Adrian shifted again, rubbing her thigh against the small mound she’d found in his pants. Again, Papyrus stiffened, pulling back from their kiss and taking a minute to breath, adjusting to the new feeling. Adrian wasn’t big on adjustment periods. She put her hands on Papyrus’s chest and gave a little push, guiding him to lie back on the bed.

He obeyed, lying down, but also stiffened up. “You don’t have to.” He insisted.

Adrian paused. She didn’t apply pressure to the little mound between his legs or in any way try to lure him further. “Do you want to stop?” She asked.

“I… I-I…” Papyrus tried to find the balance between his pride, his assumptions, and his desire. “I… no.” Adrian stepped back. “Wait! I mean ‘no, I don’t want to stop’!”

Adrian smiled, relieved though she’d shown no sign of reluctance to stop earlier. “Good, because that was kind of hot.” Papyrus cocked his head at her, bemused. Adrian just waved at him, “Come on, up on the bed. Gloves and shirt off. Don’t be a lazybones and make me do all the work.”

Papyrus scowled at the implication -he was not a lazy… good heavens that pun- but he complied, scooted himself completely onto the bed and shucked his black tee shirt, leaving the chipped and scarred bones of his torso fully exposed as he pulled his gloves off as well.

Adrian smiled at his compliance. It was different than her usual, but so far she thought it was something she could get used to in a hurry. She climbed onto the bed after him, then crawling so that her arms and legs caged him in as he lay. When she was satisfied with her position, Adrian leaned down to kiss Papyrus again, slow and gentle. He hummed, wrapping his arms around her waist and Adrian allowed herself to settle some of her weight on him, resting one thigh between his legs but not pressing. Instead, she touched him with her hands; trailing fingers over his ribs and humeri, lightly exploring joints. She rubbed her thumb more firmly over places she knew he was sensitive; the space beneath his collar bone and in front of his scapula, the inside of his rib cage, the softer cartilage between his vertebrae, all of which made him hum and quickened his breathing as he tried to return the favor -rubbing his hands over, then slipping under her shirt to gently drag his claws over her skin, drawing up prickles of sensitivity and heat in their wake. He also fruitlessly searched the strap of her bra for the usual hooks.

Adrian broke their kiss, panting herself now and arching pleasantly as she felt his claws move down her spine again, her shirt tickling the sensitized skin after. She was quick to remove her own shirt now. Papyrus saw her bra was a front closure, but she pulled his hands away when he tried to unlatch it. “Ah, ah. You won’t distract me this time.” She placed a chaste kiss on his teeth but before he could try to follow it she moved and was trailing kisses along his jaw When she reached the joint, Adrian licked it, pressing firmly with her tongue and making Papyrus hum, then hiss when she did the same to his neck. It made sense for the neck to be the most sensitive of his exposed bones, but Adrian was curious about a spot that seemed particularly sensitive. No, not a spot, a line. There was a line on one of the vertebrae of Papyrus’s neck that made him whine when Adrian licked it, then keen deliciously when she gently bit, nibbled, and sucked. Had he anything but bone…

Adrian smiled at the thought. She drew back and gently blew on the spot she’d been applying so much attention to. Papyrus panted, turning bashfully away, then forcing himself to look back at Adrian with those piercing red lights. “So sensitive here.” Adrian murmured, reaching up to trace the line with her fingers, blowing on it again. “If you were human I would leave a beautiful mark here.” She nibbled the spot again, drawing a whimper from her lover. “A beautiful mark right where everyone could see and know.” He placed his hands on her waist, as if about to push Adrian off him, but his hands went no further. “Beautiful, and mine.” Adrian fingered the spot again.

Papyrus panted, his phalanges tightening and relaxing on her waist. He could easily flip this, take control again, but he didn’t. That told Adrian for certain without his having to say a word, he was enjoying being submissive to her. “But… no.” Adrian lamented, voice low. “The Great and Terrible Papyrus is too strong for a simple mark like that.” She hummed and continued lower, licking and nibbling more of his neck, then venturing to his clavicle, taking the bone in her mouth and running her blunt little human teeth over the surface, feeling intimately the bumps and divots where the otherwise smooth bone had been scored by a harsh past. “I’d add another mark here.” Papyrus’s fingers tightened. “Right, here.” Adrian bit, hard. Papyrus gasped and hissed under her, his fingers tightening to bruise and surely drawing pricks of blood. Adrian eased off and laved the bone, her teeth hadn’t left any kind of imprint. “Mine.” She murmured, taking one of his hands and bringing it up to press on the scar on her own shoulder, the one he’d left by accident, then claimed it was unimportant. “Then we’d match.”

Papyrus keened and -finally- Adrian felt him rock his hips up to meet her thigh, rubbing against her. Adrian hummed and trailed her fingers along Papyrus’s ribs. “You ready for a little more, love?” She wasn’t one for cute nicknames, but this one came naturally to her lips.

“Yes. More. Please.” Papyrus begged. Damn if that didn’t make Adrian feel good. She pressed her lips to the top of his sternum, feeling the bone tremble under her lips as Papyrus drew an unsteady breath, trying to regain some control and dignity. Adrian licked at the bone, amused yet again that the skeleton breathed at all. She trailed kisses and licks down his sternum, giving extra attention to the well of an old, deep scar that trailed most of the bone and pausing to nibble at the nub at the bottom, at which point Papyrus squeaked, then clapped a hand to his mouth in horror at the noise.

Adrian resisted the desire to giggle and instead focused on getting his pants open. Red had once mentioned that he preferred the jeans to those ‘stupid leather tights’ that Papyrus had apparently worn in the underground. Adrian rather wished she could see them on Papyrus, but for the moment she was glad he was wearing something loser and easier to unzip and remove.

His magic shone in a familiar mostly opaque red that reminded her strongly of the skin of a bright red apple. She’d been told LV tainted all monster magic like this, and Papyrus’s attacks were some of the most vibrant red of any monster from his universe.

But now, instead of a long, thick penis, Adrian was greeted with a soft round cunt. It glistened with liquid magic.

Adrian considered the shape before looking up at Papyrus, who was panting with one hand still over his mouth and the other clutching the blanket tightly. She could see his concern, he was waiting for her reaction to this new, different thing.

So was Adrian. When faced with the manifestation of her own gender, there was no interest. But the skeleton beneath her? Adrian grinned. She might not be interested, but she could still take the machinery for a spin, show Papyrus how it worked. “Let’s try a few things that always drive me crazy.” She murmured.

Papyrus made an uncertain noise as Adrian lowered her head, then outright yelped when she licked from ‘bottom’ to top.

Thankfully, his magic tasted the same. Adrian hooked his legs up over her shoulders and gripped his pelvis, then closed her eyes and set to work. She trailed her tongue over his slit, pressing firmly but not entering, then washed over the stiff nib of his clit as Papyrus gasped and keened. His hips bucked and while Adrian wasn’t strong enough to hold him down, she was able to hold on. His increasingly active arousal delighted her. She couldn’t help giggling as his legs pressed down, then curled up while his hip rolled. The giggling when her tongue was sliding over his clit didn’t do a thing for his self-control.

“Hah! AH!”

He came, nearly ripping the blanket from the mattress and a well of liquid magic flowed from his cunt. Adrian drank it up with long laps of her tongue from the bottom of his manifested sex to just below his clit -avoiding the sensitive spot as he came down from his orgasm, panting. His pelvis stopped jerking and settled down to the sporadic twitches.

She waited, repeating the simple, long licks until his breathing evened out, then she added just a little pressure at the start of her path. Gradually, his magic darkened and expanded at the edges until a small ridge and then a puckered little hole appeared. Adrian included it in her long laps, pressing lightly and savoring the small whines and whimpers slipping from Papyrus.

Releasing Papyrus’s pelvis with one hand, Adrian shifted back and ran her fingers over his wet slit, then dipped inside with two fingers. Papyrus hummed, gently lifting his hips again to meet her hand. Adrian responded with a hum of her own. He was warm, wet, and soft, not unpleasant. It also felt very intimate, more so than licking and teasing him earlier had. Adrian felt herself flush as she moved her fingers in an out of the warm space, gently curving her fingers. Papyrus must have felt the same. He propped himself up, curling to reach Adrian and catching her in a long, slow kiss. Adrian whimpered when she felt him echoing the movements of her fingers in his cunt with his tongue in her mouth. She slid a third finger into him, and he responded by drawing a femur up between her legs, pressing against the wetness that was beginning to seep not just through her underpants but into her jeans. This also boosted her higher, making it easier for them to kiss without Papyrus having to curve his spine so far.

Adrian spread her legs, allowing him to rub against her while balancing between her knees and free hand, still fingering him slowly. When she drew her fingers nearly out of him, She slicked her thumb over them, collecting his fluids before sliding back in. This little feat of coordination and planning was phenomenal and superhuman considering the distraction his tongue was providing her mouth and his femur grinding through her pants. It was a few more strokes of her fingers before she remembered why she’d slicked her thumb, then pressed it to the area between his cunt and his clit, following the movement of her finger fucking to spread his fluids up and around without actually touching the little nub again. Papyrus whimpered into her mouth, the sound sweet and delicious. Adrian pressed her thumb more firmly as she rocked her hand, still avoiding his clit but putting pressure around it, rubbing and stimulating indirectly.

Papyrus hissed and pulled away from their kiss, much to Adrian’s disappointment. His sockets clenched as he rocket his pelvis, much to Adrian’s delight. He pressed his femur harder against her, now bracing himself as he tried to rut against her hand. Adrian hummed her enjoyment, pressing firmly back against his movements and causing Papyrus to whimper. He clutched at her shoulder, claws digging into the skin on her back. Adrian found herself rocking almost unconsciously, allowing her to thrust her fingers and roughly simulate the motion on her own sex.

Almost in the same breath they whined, Adrian gasping as she struggled to stay focused on Edge. His fingers were now buried in the blanket so deep tears could be seen around nearly every finger. His skull rolled back and his breath came in short pants. Then his breathing shifted, long and deep. Adrian recognized the pattern and changed the movement of her hand from thrusting to a sharp twisting, trying to spread her fingers within him and flicking her thumb over the hard knot at the front of his magic.

Edge shuddered, releasing a moan that warped into a yell as he came. His legs kicked out and more liquid magic gushed around Adrian’s fingers. She could feel the way his magic trembled, almost drawing her further in before the movement slowed.

Adrain allowed her hand to relax, the pressure from Edge’s magic pressing the fingers together and then slowly releasing them as he calmed, breathing carefully.

When Edge had calmed enough to carefully pull his claws from the blanket and open his eyes, he saw his mate in a state of flushed distraction. Still leaning over him, her weight balanced between her knees and one hand. The other hand was covered in his magic. Her eyes were dilated, nearly black as she idly licked her fingers clean. Still half dressed

“You too.” Edge managed.

Adrian looked at him in surprise. “I’m fine. Do you need-” Her concern was cut off with grunt when Edge lifted his leg up again, bumping her crotch. Though his leg didn’t hit her very hard, she was still forced to catch her balance with her free hand on the mattress, her head dropping to hide face.

“Go on.” Edge encouraged. “Give me a show.”

Adrian nodded, more a swinging of the head, before she slowly began to grind against Edge’s leg. With a whimper, she gradually picked up speed, pressing back against him harder. “Edge... Edge... p-Papyrus...” She panted.

“I’m right here.” Edge assured her, resting his hands on her hips as she rocked against him. “Go ahead. You’re so lovely like this, you can’t imagine.”

Adrian gave another small whine. A tremor rant through her and her hips bucked harder, losing the tempo. Just as Adrian had for him, Papyrus recognized the signs of her approaching climax. Soon she added a groan of frustration. “Edge... I-I can’t... please...”

“It’s all right. Allow me to help you.” He soothed, tightening his grip on her hips. With his strength, he was able to help her keep a steady pace as she rutted against his leg, whimpering until a high note came from somewhere in her throat and her hips picked up their pace. Finally Adrian came with a shout, “EDGE!” Her hips continued to gyrate as her climax passed through her. They slowed as she came down from it until finally her arms and legs gave out and she slid down Edge’s femur, resting on top of him as she gasped for breath and tried to bury her face in his chest. Edge wasn’t sure how she could find that at all comfortable, but rather than question it he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, cuddling and savoring the afterglow.

Several minutes passed until they’d both regained their breaths and still they rested, comfortable in each other’s arms.

Finally Adrian spoke, her words slurred with how purely relaxed she felt. “You good?” She checked.

“Hm, yes.” Edge agreed readily.

“Did that break your ru- uh.. m-m... heat? Or do you need another round?”

Edge grimaced. “About that... a sub-heat doesn’t get burned off in the same way as a rut...”

Adrian waited a moment before gathering the willpower to lift her head and look Edge in the eye sockets. Her expression was sleepy as she asked, “What?”

The monster tried to explain, struggling to remain as calm discussing this matter as they had discussing all those human things. “A receptive heat isn’t burned off by a few orgasms. It lasts either about five days or until the monster experiencing the heat is successfully pregnant.”

Adrian blinked, her expression not shifting. Edge waited. His human blinked again, then took a deep breath and pushed herself up onto her knees. “We’re going to need toys. Lots of toys...”

Chapter Text

They first met on the jogging paths around the college. First they waved in passing. After a few days one would turn to follow the other. Soon they met up before their runs. It wasn’t long before they were meeting after classes as well.

On February 14^th, Papyrus arrived at Naomi’s dorm as usual but instead of jogging clothes, he wore a nice suit, the tie perfectly shaped into a bone. Papyrus held a single long stemmed red rose and an echo flower that whispered, I like you... romantically.

During spring break, Papyrus took Naomi to see the Underground.

Even largely abandoned, the Underground was beautiful. They watered flowers in King Asgore’s throne room. Sans’ illegal hotdog stand -despite everything, still snow covered. Dr. Alphys lab, where Papyrus insisted dust was normal. Undyne’s ruined home. The beautiful and somber Waterfall. They walked for hours as Papyrus told story after story of his life and watched eagerly for a ‘friend’ who never showed.

Past Waterfall the temperature dropped dramatically, freezing the humidity blowing from Waterfall. They’d miscalculated preparing for this trip as Naomi was still dressed for spring. Even before they left the ice fog between Snowden and Waterfall, Naomi was shivering hard. Papyrus picked her up and dashed through the outskirts of Snowden to his house. Blankets were retrieved and while the human thawed, Papyrus prepared golden flower tea and heated his best spaghetti from the food museum. He divided the spaghetti onto two plates and joined Naomi on the couch to eat.

“Oh... dear.” Upon tasting his own masterfully crafted, artesian spaghetti for the first time, Papyrus didn’t need anyone to tell him how bad it was. “My... I don’t understand. Undyne taught me to make spaghetti herself!”

Naomi choked down a crunchy, soggy bite and sipped tea to rinse the flavor from her mouth. “Undyne has some interesting eating habits. I’m not sure her sense of taste is the same as either of ours.” She suggested.

Papyrus hummed thoughtfully before dumping his portion back in the container it had come from. “This belongs in the museum.” He announced, reaching for Naomi’s plate to do the same.

“Nope! Denied!” Naomi whisked the plate out of his reach.

“Naomi, it is inedible!” Papyrus scolded, reaching again.

Papyrus was a tall monster with long arms... but Naomi was a very tall human and able to hold the spaghetti just past his outstretched fingers. “Mine now! This is my plate of your memories and I’m keeping it!”

“Human! This spaghetti might actually make you ill!” Papyrus leaned over Naomi, trying to snag the dish.

Naomi leaned back, moving it further. “Mine!” she giggled

They struggled for several seconds, which inevitably ended with them falling on the floor in a tangle. “NYEH!” Somehow, Naomi managed to keep her spaghetti on the plate and safely deposit that plate on the coffee table before turning her attention to Papyrus and peppering his skull with smooches until Papyrus was laughing. “Nyeh-heh-heh!” Once her skeleton had been properly smooched, they settled into a pleasant cuddle.

Soon, Papyrus shifted so he could look Naomi in the eyes. She smiled fondly up at him. “Human... Naomi. There is something I should like to try.” Papyrus began seriously.

“Okay.” Naomi agreed.

“Nyeh-heh.” He chuckled softly. “You don’t even know what it is. I could be plotting something nefarious, or some tradition humans find horrible or deadly.” He grimaced ruefully. “Like electricity mazes.”

Naomi snickered. Frisk had told her the story of their journey through the Underground. Papyrus hadn’t been happy to learn humans were vulnerable to electricity, not merely inconvenienced. But, he’d come a long way since the Underground. Nobody reported Papyrus doing anything potentially deadly to humans since at least January. “I trust you. What do you need me to do?”

It wasn’t always easy to see where exactly Papyrus was looking -he didn’t have whites in his eye sockets like his brother- but his skull was tilting like it did when he was hoping his favorite human would grant him a nice smooch. Naomi was always willing to provide, but she was so relaxed on the floor with him leaning over her like this. Even being in good physical condition, climbing Mount Ebbot and walking nearly the entire Underground was tiring. She’d happily lift her head up to smooch, but she wanted him to ask.

“Just, would you be so kind as to close your eyes?”

That was a surprise, she needed her eyes open to see what she was smooching. Still, Naomi did as she was asked, her mouth still pulled up in a happy smile as it always was when she was with Papyrus.

Her sight gone, it was harder to focus on anything but how relaxed she felt. Pleasantly exhausted, heavy, and settled. The carpet beneath her was rough yet comfortable. The house was dimly lit and Papyrus cast further shadow over her. Outside the house was nearly empty caverns, the few sounds muted by the snow around and on the house. Built sturdy and with magic, the house didn’t settle or shift. It was utterly silent. If not for the gentle pressure of Papyrus at her side, Naomi was sure she’d start feeling dizzy with stillness.

Papyrus shifted. Naomi was dimly aware of movement close beside her head, movement of the air, a tiny unheard sound or some other sense humans had yet to fully discover. The feeling spread over her face and she closed her lips instinctively before something soft pressed against them. There wasn’t texture and it almost didn’t feel solid, just soft.

The pressure eased and the soft thing was pulled away. “Mwah.” Papyrus announced. Naomi opened her eyes. Papyrus’s skull was just a couple inches from her face. He looked worried. “Was that okay?”

Naomi’s eyes flicked down, she could see his teeth, and back up to his sockets. “Did you just...”

Papyrus smiled so broadly his eye sockets nearly squinted shut. “Nyeh-heh. A smooch! You have just experienced the Great Papyrus’s first kiss!”

Naomi glanced down and up again. “How did you... but I thought-”

“-that skeleton’s could not kiss for we have no lips!” Papyrus finished for her. “However! We do have magic, and I have always been quite skilled! There is little we skeletons cannot do without proper training! I have been training rigorously for almost six months!”

Naomi smiled and started to laugh but nearly choked, “Six months?! B-but you told me... Valentine’s Day...”

Papyrus continued to smile, proud of himself. “I wanted to be a proper boyfriend for a human; to master the art of skeleton smooching before I shared my deepest feelings! But I am afraid I was impatient.” He shifted again, leaning further over Naomi, his weight on the arm she’d felt when he rested it beside her head. With his other hand Papyrus combed his phalanges through her hair. “You are very lovely and other humans were sure to take notice.”

Naomi’s face warmed until she was surprised the color wasn’t reflecting off Papyrus’s bones. “A genuine compliment. You have me at a disadvantage, sir.”

“Nyeh-heh. My dating power is too strong.” Papyrus congratulated himself. He tilted his head to the side, along with those little twitches telling Naomi he wanted a smooch... or perhaps to do the smooching himself?

“Can you... do I have to close my eyes again?” Naomi offered.

“You do not have to close your eyes. But you can if you like.” Papyrus assured her. He leaned down a little closer until Naomi could feel her breath coming back at her from his face. Papyrus only bothered with breathing when he was tired. “May I?”

“Always.” Naomi whispered, her eyelids already drifting closed.

He did. That same softness pressed into Naomi’s lips, but after a moment they moved, she could feel the soft drag of the not-surface against her skin. Curious, Naomi opened her mouth and slipped her tongue out. The magic was just as warm and soft on her tongue. Despite being warm, it tasted of snow and something savory. If she stopped to think it would surely confuse her, but she was more focused on Papyrus’s reactions. He didn’t move away as she tasted his magic. Rather, the softness split and when Naomi explored this opening she found Papyrus’s teeth, but it was just a moment before he gained the courage to try and imitate her, opening his own mouth. Naomi accepted the invitation, she slid into him and continued to delicately explore his teeth.

The inside of his mouth was warm and dry. There were a couple divots and bumps in the smooth bone, but the warm, savory snow taste returned and those smoothed out. Soon Papyrus was meeting her with his own tongue formed of that same magic. Tentatively at first, Papyrus imitated Naomi, then began taking risks of his own, finding out what he liked, what she liked. He shifted above her again, his chest lightly settling over Naomi and his knee pressing between hers as he tried to get closer still. Naomi hummed, pleased, as she lifted her hands, one gently resting on his back, the other searching for and finding his hip.

Abruptly Papyrus broke the kiss and pulled away. Naomi took a breath but before she could gather herself his hands were under her arms and Papyrus lifted her up off the floor and onto her feet. The sudden movement disoriented Naomi, but Papyrus held her steady. “WOWIE! I mean; wow. That...” He turned his head and coughed before giving Naomi a serious look. “I enjoyed that very much! However, as a gentleman I must stop there before we get too carried away!”

“Oh... right.” Naomi managed, still off balance from the discovery that Papyrus could kiss, not to mention doing so well, and the whole hauling her bodily off the floor as if she were some tiny delicate little thing. Yes, Naomi reminded herself, Papyrus had just learned to kiss. Maybe that was too much too soon? She needed a shower... or just step outside for a few minutes...

“Yes! Consent is very important! And etiquette! The dating manual was very explicit!” Papyrus agreed. “If it is acceptable to you, Naomi, I would very much like to continue! In my bedroom! Y-yes! We shall do what people do when they date... on a bed, that is! I mean...” He narrowed his sockets and his skull tilted to the side. “That is to say...” Liquid magic was beading from the top of his skull as he struggled. “M-my training was very thorough! And the human internet was very helpful! So, I can! If you want!”

“Papyrus, are you asking...?” Naomi blinked, watching him sweat.

Papyrus perked up, excited to have finally found the words. He almost shouted, “I WANT TO MAKE LOVE TO YOU!” Again he coughed, resuming his normal tone before asking, “May I?”

“You mean...” Naomi flushed, the heat bleeding from her face down into her chest. “Can you?”

“Yes! As I said, the internet provided very thorough videos which helped to complete my training! Naomi! I wish to make love to you! Now! In my bedroom! My own bedroom which I do not share with a smelly college roommate! With your permission!”

Maybe Papyrus was the one moving too fast for Naomi. Holy shit. “Yes.”

“NYEH-HEH-HEH!!” Papyrus whooped, jumping into the air and throwing his fists up before grabbing Naomi’s shoulders and pulling her forward for a quick smooch that was more tooth than kiss. He then swept Naomi off her feet -a habit of his- and carried Naomi up to the second floor as Naomi wrapped her arms around his shoulders and stared in confusion at the staircase that Papyrus was absolutely not using.

Upstairs, Papyrus kicked open the door covered in crime scene tape, then set Naomi on her feet again inside as he shut the door. Inside, his excitement faded and he quieted, watching Naomi for her reaction. The room was clean and felt very personal. A pirate flag on the wall, action figures and models carefully arranged over a map of Middle Earth on the table. The bed was a racecar bed, customed built to fit a narrow mattress six and a half feet long.

“I love it!” Naomi laughed. It was so like him! A new pirate flag hung in his dorm at the college and his own car parked at the base of Mount Ebbot was nearly the same shade of red as the bed.

“Nyeh-heh. I’m glad.” Papyrus replied, cheekbones softly pinked. Papyrus rarely blushed, but Naomi found the sight precious, kind of like how she found the skeleton in question precious. She stepped closer to him and leaned down to give him a kiss. He met her with that softness she was still getting used to. They kissed slowly, sweetly, taking their time to allow it to progress into something warmer before stepping back again.

Naomi smiled at Papyrus before pulling her tee shirt over her head, then unbuttoning her shorts and lowering them and her panties together. She stepped out of clothes and shoes at the same time. She then stood before Papyrus, still smiling.

Papyrus’s jaw hung a little loose. His sockets were less shadowy as he looked her up and down, hands carefully at his side flexing in and out of fists. When Naomi reached behind herself, Papyrus lifted the hands, gesturing for her to wait. She did. He hesitated a moment, then gently rested a hand on her bare shoulder, skull flicking between looking at the place he was touching her to looking at her to make sure it was okay. Naomi smiled and nodded, causing the grey of Papyrus’s eye sockets to sparkle as he took the permission to touch more confidently.

The strange touch of Papyrus’s hand on her skin made Naomi shiver. Not soft, though gentle. Rough textured where humans might have calluses. Pointed bone where she was used to soft fingertips. Papyrus trailed his hand around Naomi’s shoulder, no doubt noting the soft flesh over her own hidden bones. He paused to give Naomi a soft kiss on her lips before gently nuzzling his teeth against her shoulder. Naomi watched as he stepped around her and out of sight. The hand on her shoulder trailed over her skin to the shoulder strap, rubbing along her shoulder blade and lightly tugging the elastic. She felt his other hand brush where her hair was cut just above her shoulders, then a narrow bone trailed down her spine to where her bra was clasped.

He unhooked her bra while nuzzling her other shoulder, then brushed the straps up and forward, allowing the garment to slide down Naomi’s shoulders and fall to the floor. His hands spread over her back, sliding down and forward until his arms encircled Naomi and his skull rested against her spine.

“You are so lovely.” Papyrus murmured.

Though he couldn’t see her face, Naomi still turned away as the heat returned to her cheeks. “You’re still completely dressed.” She pointed out.

“Yes. How rudely unfair of me.” He apologized but didn’t move, taking another moment to hold her, his hands resting high on her stomach and well away from anywhere scandalous.

Finally he pulled away and when Naomi turned he was efficiently undressing with a determined look on his face. When he was fully undressed he glanced shyly at Naomi before steeling himself and standing straight and proud -save for his hands folded in front of his pelvis.

Naomi stepped forward, meeting him with another warm kiss. She brushed her own fingers over the bones of his shoulder, the blade, clavicle, and humerus, before trailing down his arm until she reached his hands and gently took them in her own, lifting them a few inches before relaxing her hold. Papyrus didn’t need any more encouragement. He slid his arms around Naomi, holding her close and renewing his attention to their kiss. To Naomi’s delight, Papyrus was perfectly comfortable taking charge, but easily ceded control to Naomi when the urge struck her.

When next they broke their kiss, Naomi led Papyrus to his bed. She hesitated, uncertain who would take which position, but Papyrus again proved more than willing and able to lift Naomi, settling her comfortably on the mattress before following and adopting almost exactly the position they’d shared in the living room. Leaning over Naomi again, Papyrus paused. “If at any time you don’t feel comfortably or wish to-”

“Please, would you please kiss me?” Naomi interrupted, cupping his face in her hands.

“Nyeh heh. Gladly.” Papyrus agreed, and did. Naomi hummed into the kiss, pleased to be picking up where they’d left off. She let her hands slid down Papyrus’s neck and over his ribs, exploring his bones, marveling when she found rough scars where there’s been a break some time in his life, promising herself to ask for every story in the future.

Papyrus also took the opportunity to explore Naomi as well, running his hand along her side from the tender flesh beside her breasts down to her thighs and up again, mapping every inch, making her shiver and hum.

Soon Papyrus pulled back again hesitating. “I am not sure what comes next.” He admitted.

Naomi giggled, wrapping her arms around Papyrus and pulling him into a cuddle hug. “Oh love, you do whatever you like.” She assured him.

Papyrus dropped his skull and squeaked into Naomi’s shoulder before pushing up so he could see her again. This time his eye sockets were filled with sparkles as if someone had set off fireworks in Papyrus’s skull. “Love?” He asked.

It took Naomi a moment to remember what she’d said before smiling and nodding. “Yes, Papyrus. I love you.”

“NYE-” Papyrus interrupted himself by raining kisses down on Naomi, some soft, others toothy, all setting Naomi giggling.

When Papyrus finally began to slow, Naomi reached for his hand where it rested on her hip. “How about this?” She suggested, guiding his hand between her legs. Papyrus inhaled sharply and stiffened save for the hand she was holding. “If you’re ready?”

“...nyeh.” Papyrus murmured looking down between them. “Wowie. You really are wet. Is that... normal?” Curiously, he moved his fingers, exploring.

Naomi tried to answer but her breath hitched when he brushed somewhere sensitive. “...oh...” Papyrus paused, looking up at her again, “It, it’s normal when I’m ready to... you know....”

Papyrus smiled again and kissed Naomi’s shoulder. “To make love.” He supplied, moving so both his legs were between Naomi’s as she opened herself to him. “Because I love you, too.”

Naomi’s smile returned. “Yes, I’m ready to make love. Can you?”

In reply, Papyrus took Naomi’s hand and moved it so she could feel him. In her hand he was temptingly hard, her fingers wrapped around a shape unmistakably the same magic as his kiss and his tongue. Naomi’s eyes widened and she glanced down between them. She caught sight of something that looked more like a dildo than a dick. Red, thick, long, and shaped as if only inspired by a human penis.

Experimentally, Naomi rubbed her hand along the shape, deciding her own arousal would be enough for them both to have a pleasurable experience. Papyrus arced his spine and whimpered. “Ah, that feels...” He took another breath and gripped Naomi’s hand, stopping the small motion. “I must apologize but I don’t feel I can allow you to continue. P-please. May I?”

Naomi shifted, propping herself up on one elbow and kissing Papyrus. “Please.”

Papyrus nodded. Without releasing Naomi’s hand, he pressed the tip of his cock against her, slipping through her fluids for a moment, making Naomi whimper before finding the correct angle and beginning to push in. “Nyeh.” Papyrus grunted, clenching his eye sockets shut and babbling as he struggled to move slowly. “Hum- Naomi! So good! Warm! Tight and....!”

Naomi trembled. This wasn’t her first experience, but Papyrus holding her hand to his penis as he penetrated her made this different, changed her roll in their lovemaking to something more active, controlled. She breathed carefully as their joined hands brushed up against where his cock was stretching her open. Felt her own skin tight around him. “...oh...”

When Papyrus released her hand, Naomi reached back and grasped his pelvis, drawing him closer until he was fully seated inside her. “...oh Papyrus...” She hummed, rubbing his spine.

“N....ny-...” Papyrus whimpered as he panted, pulling Naomi close and burying his face in her shoulder.

Naomi kissed his skull, her own breathing a little faster but otherwise contented to rest and wait. “Oh love, you feel so good. My sweet Papyrus.” She cooed, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of being full. He was big, easily the biggest she’d had, and she didn’t think she’d ever loved anyone as much as she did this wonderful skeleton.

Slowly, Papyrus adjusted to the intensity of what he was feeling and collected himself. “Okay. I’m ready.” He announced.

Naomi leaned up and kissed him again. “Go ahead.”

 He nodded against her shoulder, then shifted his arms and propped himself up before slowly sliding his pelvis back, beginning to withdraw from Naomi. He’d nearly withdrawn completely before he slowly pushed back in. Naomi sighed and rested her hands on Papyrus’s shoulders. “It’s okay, love. Go as fast or as slow as you like.” She assured him.

Papyrus nodded, then withdrew again slowly. He pushed back in a little faster, withdrew faster. It wasn’t long before he’d gained more confidence and evened out into a steady pace that allowed him to get his thoughts together despite how wonderful this felt. He focused on Naomi, because that was certainly the point of making love rather than just sex or something as crude as ‘fucking’.  He wanted his partner to feel wonderful, to feel his deepest feelings. Papyrus watched Naomi’s response to his efforts closely, watching her expressions, feeling her grip tighten or shift, listened to what made her gasp, hum, or moan. He slowed and noted the way Naomi seemed to relax. He thrust harder and felt Naomi cling to him. Fast but gentle made his sweet human whine and clench him tightly with her lovely legs, rolling her hips to meet his. Papyrus wanted to hear and see it all.

He’d never felt anything like this before. They were only physically connected over such a small place, but he was consumed by the hot, wet place squeezing his magic and the human holding onto him as if Papyrus were the only monster preventing her from flying away and being lost.

“....pap...” She whispered between gasps. “...oh pap...”

He loved it. He loved her. Papyrus tried to show her, tried to... to show his passion! He picked up the pace, going faster and harder until Naomi yelped, wrapping her arms around his ribcage and burying her face in his shoulder. “D-don’t stop! P-Pap...” She begged, her voice was high pitched and completely unlike her usual self. How could he refuse such a request?

“Nyeh!” Papyrus braced himself again and did all he could to maintain his pace. His skull felt light and he could feel sweat dripping down nearly every bone in his body, but if Naomi wanted him to keep going like this...

Her grip on Papyrus tightened, not just her arms but her sex gripped Papyrus until he was sure that if she did not break him he would break her. “Papyrus!” Naomi shouted.

“Nyeh-nyeh...” She was trembling around his magic, spasming. It felt amazing and Papyrus’s magic reacted in kind as something inside him both locked up and let loose. He would be ashamed to admit it, but he lost control of himself. His pace stuttered and he couldn’t put any real strength into his movements as something surged through him and into Naomi. She must have felt it, as she whimpered and clung to Papyrus still tighter, rocking her hips again as if to welcome whatever it was Papyrus was giving her.

They were both panting as they relaxed. Papyrus allowed Naomi to pull him down on top of her as she continued to cling to him. For once, just lying down didn’t seem like such a bad idea. Naomi tried to get control over her breathing, her lips twitching as she counted her breaths in and out, just as she did after a good sprint. Finally she gave up on the effort and just turned her head to kiss Papyrus on the side of his skull. He would happily have summoned his magic again to kiss her properly, but he just couldn’t seem to find the energy. Was that what he’d given Naomi? But if he’d given her his energy, why did she seem as tired as he felt?

Not quite as tired, though. His human still managed to shift, pulling Papyrus’s blanket out from under them. The movement caused her to squeeze Papyrus’s magic in a way that was both wonderful and horrible. As she settled back onto the mattress, Papyrus caught himself enough to withdraw from Naomi, so she wouldn’t have to feel the horrible either. His magic seemed to sense they were done and diffused into the ether without waiting for him to banish it. How properly accommodating.

Naomi hummed, tugging Papyrus back down to cuddle again as she pulled the blankets up.

He was forgetting something... what was he forgetting? Oh yes, being a gentleman. “Was... was that okay?” Papyrus asked.

“You were wonderful.” Naomi answered immediately. “So... so wonder...” Her breathing evened out as she fell asleep before finishing the word.

Papyrus didn’t mind. He was already asleep himself.

Chapter Text

Sans would never forget the first words Dr. Sylvia Brink said to him.

When the human’s Apollo 1 Memorial Research Facility accepted Sans’ resume and credentials; Sans dug out one of his old lab coats and headed in for his first day of work.

The facility director met Sans at the reception desk and personally gave him the ten-dollar tour before escorting Sans to the lab where Dr. Brink and her team worked. While they waited for Sans’ new boss to come through the decontamination chamber, Sans and the director practiced their best fake smiles on each other. The director wasn’t half bad, for somebody without a skeleton’s natural grin.

Finally, an astronaut rejected from 1950’s sci-fi cinema emerged from the layers and layers of protective plastic curtains. The containment suit was efficiently removed and dropped in a bin labeled ‘autoclave’. The scientist removed her own lab coat from a line of hooks and pulled it on before turning to look at them.

The director kept up his four-and-a-half-star political smile. “Ah! Sans Aster, I would like you to meet Dr. Sylvia Brink. As you surely know, she’s the head of the team you will be joining. Dr. Brink, this is Dr. Sans Aster, the physicist I told you about.”

Dr. Brink was not what Sans had expected. Her publications and accomplishments in Microbiology, Astronomy, Chemistry, and Geology had led him to expect the world’s lead expert on extraterrestrial dust and bacteria would be… older. Her reputation for precision and accuracy in her research led him to expect someone sallow faced and well, like Gaster.

Sans definitely hadn’t expected someone he would find immediately attractive. Either she nailed far too many of his personal kinks, or he’d been without a partner for way, way too long… both. Definitely both.

While Sans was admiring her, she was also taking him in with sharp, intelligent eyes and when finished looking the skeleton monster up and down she said something that proved he was going to like working here, two words he wasn’t likely to forget:

“Get out.”

Sans had been hired by the astronomic research facility in a desperate bid to keep their funding when everyone was jumping on the magic research train. When Sans showed up in the same clothes he’d been wearing for two days under a lab coat which hadn’t been washed since before Gaster swan dived into the core, the director kept the funding in sight and didn’t say a word of complaint to the new monster scientist.

Dr. Brink kicked Sans out of her lab the moment she laid eyes on him, then called in a cleaning crew to chase down every surface he might have touched or breathed on -regardless of whether skeleton monsters breathed or not.

The next day Sans showed up at the lab with sparkling clean bones, clean clothes, and a new lab coat not stained with bad memories, void, and ketchup. He even tied his sneakers. Dr. Brink looked him over, visibly sniffed in his direction, and began running him through the lab protocols and safety measures.

Then they went to work.

Sans had been expecting mascot or intern work; clean glassware, run things to the autoclave, fetch coffee, nod his skull like a bobblehead. Instead, Dr. Brink kept Sans busy working as a failsafe for her team’s research; checking notes and rechecking observations with fresh eye(light)s, going over the math, confirming samples, helping younger scientists break bad grad school habits, and sometimes even delving into his actual field -physics- to try and explain different formations in the meteors, moon rocks, and space dust samples Dr. Brink’s team specialized in.

Much to Sans’ surprise and delight, he was doing SCIENCE, not just hanging in the periphery. After a few months, he was even able to start writing papers of his own. When Dr. Brink found out, she pointed him in the direction of the most relevant journals.

At home, Papyrus and his glittery bucket of bolts were happy. At work, Sans was doing science. The Royal Court wasn’t bothering them. The surface seemed to be everything they’d hoped for.

Except for the one thing…

Sans had been in the decontamination chamber, looking through the plastic face shield to the eye pieces of a stereoscopic microscope, sketching the ridge on a piece of meteor lovingly dubbed MS 28.3-80.6. The meticulous detailing wasn’t exactly Sans’ strongpoint but he was having fun until a splatter of moisture hit the inside of the face shield, startling Sans. At first, he wasn’t sure where the moisture came from. He finally took account of his most immediate surroundings to see the fogging at the corners of his face shield, taste the hot air, and smell his own stink. He was showering daily again, he shouldn’t stink like that unless-

Another drop of moisture hit the plastic. He was sweating like the ceilings in Waterfall and his breath sounded harsh. Not. Now. He should have hours! He was planning to take tomorrow off!

But now that he’d noticed it was impossible to ignore. He could even see the faint pink tinge in the sweat dripping down his face shield.

Damn it! His heat had come in fast and hard. The science was too sexy.

Sans dropped his notes and hurried to exit the decontamination chamber. He passed through the progressive chambers of negative airflow, arms raised to let the sterilizing radiation of the lamps reach every surface, even though they weren’t handling anything with but the most remote chance of organic matter. He left the chamber and all but tore the isolation suit off, hardly putting in the oomph to get it in the little wheeled buggy for the autoclave. His joints were burning. He’d barely stepped away from the buggy when he felt his magic pressing in his pants. It fucking hurt! He hated when it hit like this. Sans just had to get to the Men’s room, that would have to be enough privacy… but every step was agony. He wasn’t even aroused, not really. It was a need no more pleasant than needing to piss after a drinking contest with human drinks.

Forget the damned bathroom. Sans wasn’t entirely sure where the humans kept it anyway. He detoured into an unoccupied room and pushed the door closed behind him, zeroing in on the trashcan as he fumbled with his pants. Whose stupid idea were pants anyway? He’d wear elastic shorts all the time if he didn’t think Paps would invent a skeleton aneurism at the suggestion.

Finally the button came undone, the zipper was yanked down -scraping over his magic and making Sans hiss against the burn and stimulation. Noted, wear underwear around heats. He dropped his pants and grabbed his already erect penis. The LT had tainted his formerly cyan magic a permanent lavender, but during times like these the LT roiled and churned up magenta. Despite the original shade of his magic, right now there was no room for patience, no time to enjoy or tease himself, just a firm hand and even, quick jerks.

The tension and heat almost recoiled for a moment, drawing away from his efforts in a frustrating denial and again making him hiss through his teeth. Then everything went hot. He could feel his magic coursing through him, hear the rush of it in his audial canals before his voice tightened into a series of short, barely muted grunts A low groan came somewhere from within his rib cage and every bone save those involved in yanking to completion seized up as the color suffused his bones and then disbursed. Magic pink with the taint splattered into the garbage can.

He sighed, “Yeah…. Good… better.” Panting as he came down, Sans pulled his pants up and did the front, then turned to get himself out of the facility and home before his heat kicked up again.

Dr. Brink stood in the door of the breakroom, hawk eyes narrowed in judgement. Obviously, she hadn’t just arrived and many questions she probably never wanted to ask about skeleton monsters were now answered.

Sans groaned again. “Hey doc.” That was it, he was fired. Welp, the science was fun while it lasted.

Dr. Brink proved brilliant as ever. “I assume this is the reason for your contract’s mandated monthly leave?” She asked without emotion.

Sans cringed. Underground, heats were shameful for a different reason than around humans. Humans had all kinds of hang-ups about sex being extremely private. Underground, monsters had picked up all kinds of hang-ups about sex being mandatory. A monster who fucked regularly didn’t go into heat. The shame of one culture easily transferred to the cringe of another, perfect. “Yeah. It is.” Maybe he wouldn’t get fired? Only mocked and alienated? He could live with that…

“I assume you usually have some kind of warning, seeing as you’ve called in your breaks every month for the last six months without christening the break room first?” Nevermind, he was fired.

“Usually…” Sans admitted.

Dr. Brink held up a familiar clipboard. “Your notes.” She snapped. “Fix them before you leave. Do NOT let this happen again.” The clipboard was thrown down on a table and she stormed from the room.

Sans blinked. He blinked again. Gradually he moved to look the clipboard over. On the top page he could see his familiar handwriting, same as ever… until the last couple of sentences which were choppy and there was a mark where his pen had trailed across the paper in his frantic rush to get OUT of the lab before his heat dusted him.

She was mad because he’d messed up his notes…

Sans chuckled as he picked up a pen and wrote the corrections, then took the clipboard back to the office where they kept the lap reports and such before clocking out and going home.

And if he spent the next couple of days picturing a certain sharp eyed someone watching him get through his heat with the company of his right hand? That was his business and his business alone.

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“I’m not going.” Reggie told herself in the shower.

“I’m not going.” Reggie told herself, removing the tag from a new set of lingerie.

“I’m not going.” Reggie told herself, zipping the dress bought with the underwear.

“I’m not going.” Reggie told herself, eying her hair and makeup in the mirror with extreme prejudice.

“Fuck it.” Reggie grumbled, grabbing the invitation off the counter with her purse and keys.

Outside her apartment, Reggie hesitated before locking up, did she need a sweater? It wasn’t cold but the dress barely covered tits and ass. A fact her neighbor appreciated with an obnoxious whistle. “Sweetheart, you are too good to me.”

Reggie jumped, then turned and favored the skeleton monster who’d moved in not two weeks ago with a low-level glare. “Enjoy while you can, I’m not dressing like this for you.”

Sans grinned shamelessly, the evening sunset glinting off his gold tooth. “Don’t be like that. You’d be breakin’ my heart if I had one.”

“At least you don’t have balls to turn blue.” Reggie countered. She turned and walked away, stilettos clacking, flipping him the bird as she went. “Enjoy the view.”

“Believe me, I am.”

Reggie scowled all the way to her car and was still in a bad mood when she pulled up at the appointed address.

It was a club, a rather popular one. Heavy base from inside shook the sidewalks as Reggie passed the line of mostly college aged kids waiting to have their ID’s approved. Several of them glared at her or scoffed outright at the audacity of her passing the line... but those were the instructions.

Two bouncers worked the door. One a huge Samoan who probably had to be gentle with the club’s solid brick walls. The other was a monster, some kind of seahorse mermaid or... something. Except in straightforward cases like asshole skeletons, it wasn’t usually worth trying to pin down what they were. It was a whole new taxonomy and supposedly the only person on the planet who had them all categorized was the mad king... currently locked behind bars. The two bouncers were both checking ID’s in the light and comparing information and photos.

When Reggie approached she handed the monster her ID and the invitation. “Aha! A special guest! ;)” The monster chortled warmly. He was very thorough with the ID, holding it up to the light, asking Reggie to stand closer to the light, confirming her birthdate and the spelling of her last name. Finally he returned her cards, unhooked the clichéd velvet rope, and waved her in. “Show your invitation to Heats Flamesman at the bar. He’ll get you your first complimentary drink and point you in the right direction! Maybe I’ll catch you later? ;)”

The humans and a mushroom looking monster still in line started complaining as Reggie followed the bouncer’s directions.

The club inside was typical. Loud, dark, flashing lights, and crowded. The air was thick with body odor and too many chemical perfumes and colognes. Reggie hadn’t used body glitter when dressing, but she picked up so much brushing shoulders with people it made no difference when she reached the bar.

There were a few humans behind the metal counter, hurrying around giving drinks. A woman who looked hardly old enough to enter the bar much less serve drinks stopped by with a hand to her ear. “Looking for Heats!” Reggie yelled over the music and people.

Barkeep nodded and shot her a thumbs up, displaying nails painted white so they glowed and flashed with the lighting overhead, around and even beneath. She handed Reggie a paper menu filled with drink names and left, presumably to find the monster Reggie asked after.

Reggie waited, trying not to let the fast tempo of the music amp up her nerves more than they already were. The lights were flashing too fast to make reading the menu she’d been given easy, but she did recognize a couple of her favorites and kept them in mind. Finally a steady light, or steadier than the strobes, anyway, caught her attention. She watched a tiny fire elemental rush across the bar. “They said you knew my name!” He yelled.

Reggie held up her invitation.

Heats took it and for a moment before it went up in flames -the white smoke flashing colors the same way the bartender’s nails had. The flames of Heats’ hand swirled around, giving the impression of rubbing his fingers together, releasing a fine ash. “Looks legit.” He announced, then reached into the pocket of his... fire, and withdrew a pendent on a cord. “Wear this around your neck. Don’t take it off. Go that way, third door after the bathrooms.” He pointed in a general direction marked only by the mosh pit of bodies. “We’ll have your first drink waiting. What do you want?” Reggie shouted the name of her favorite drink. He nodded and waved her off.

After pushing through the crowd, Reggie paused in the bathrooms to pull the cord over her head as instructed and examine the pendent. It was probably glass, dyed green to look like an emerald crystal or some other precious stone. It was still warm from Heats’ pocket and felt soothing where it rested above Reggie’s cleavage. Not bad as far as club ID bands went.

Further down the hall, Reggie found Heats already standing by the door with her drink in hand. Surprisingly, the music had died down enough for her to hear him speak clearly. “Thanks for coming. Remember the rules. First; no violence. If you want some BDSM bullshit you can hit the club across town. Second; ‘Blue’ means you need to slow down or take a break. ‘Asgore’ will mean you’ve had enough and want to go home... his name’s a mood killer anywhere. Third; You don’t have ta do anything you don’t want. The monsters here are curious about humans and some of ‘em will be happy just to chat with one. Understand?”

Reggie nodded.

“Perfect. Here’s your drink, they’re all on the house so long as you got that pendant on. If you find yourself thirsty and the staff isn’t fast enough...” He winked. “Just remember my name and give a shout. The flame elemental held out a glass. Reggie took it and sipped. The glass was warm, but surprisingly the drink was still chilled. Heats pushed the door open and Reggie stepped inside.

The door closed behind her, cutting off the music from the rest of the club completely. Reggie’s ears rang for a moment, but the ringing resolved itself remarkably fast.

The space she’d stepped into was curtained off. Behind the curtain came the sounds of conversation and a little laughter. Reggie downed her drink and took a breath before pushing the curtain aside.

On the other side, the room looked like a Hollywood set from an old movie about Rome or the Egyptians. Gauzy curtains hung from the veiling, pulled back with thick ropes. The floor was plushly carpeted, but hard to see under all the pillows and blankets. A few small tables were scattered about, covered with food and drinks. Amid the decorations stood, sat, and lounged an assortment of humans and monsters. They were mostly talking to each other. In one corner, a fish monster was humming softly while a black man with white hair gently ran his fingers over her fins. A bear monster was sitting cross legged with a young woman on one knee and a young man draped over the other. Two hulking monsters too shy to remove their helmets were being doted on by a small crowd of curious humans. There were dozens of small groups like that.

It would have been peaceful and charming if everyone were dressed. As it was, most of the monsters and at least half the humans wore nothing but their little pendent ID’s around their necks or whatever passed for necks. Some of the petting amid the groups was clearly not platonic curiosity and as Reggie looked curiously around the room her eyes were drawn to a man and a bird monster who were clearly not chatting. The human man was on his hands and knees as the monster either humped or outright fucked his ass -difficult to be sure from this angle.

And that was what Reggie was here for.

She set her empty glass on one of the tables and picked up another that was full, draining it like the first, then setting that glass down in favor of a third.

Thankfully, the tables filled with drinks far outnumbered the attendees. A couple humans and a rabbit monster in the nightclub’s tee-shirts wandered the room, collecting empty glasses and plates, then refilling the tables.

Reggie took a few more steps into the room before she was approached by a handsome man not much older or younger than herself and wearing far less. He was fit, clearly either an athlete or a gym rat. In a word, attractive. “Hi there. Name’s Kyle. Are you open tonight?”

Reggie held up her drink. “Reggie, and yes.”

Kyle smiled. He had a gorgeous smile. “Perfect. I’ve been talking with Wolf over here, great guy, he’s curious about humans... well, they all are. That’s why we’re here.” He chuckled at himself and Reggie was chuckling along with him. “Anyway, my point is; he wants to see how humans have sex. Are you still open?”

“I’m in. Lead the way.”

Kyle did. He took Reggie’s hand and gave it a little squeeze, grinning at her with a pure excitement that almost made her think they were going to be demonstrating with felt figures and euphemisms.

To one side of the room waited a bulky wolf monster. He was fiddling with his tail and looking nervous. When he saw Kyle leading Reggie the monster’s tail ripped out of his hands to thump against the floor. Embarrassed, he slapped a hand down over the appendage to stop it from wagging. “h-h-hello.” He greeted them with a studder.

“Hello.” Reggie returned.

“She says she’s in!” Kyle announced.

The wolf monster’s ears perked up almost as stiff as a terrier’s. “Oh! Good. Would you, please?”

Reggie giggled, “That’s why I’m here.” She said, finishing her drink and setting it aside.

Kyle waited until she stepped a little closer. “I admit.” He said. “I’m really looking forward to this. You’re pretty hot.”

Reggie smirked. “Thanks. You’re not bad yourself. However, I just had three drinks and am still... ‘thirsty’.” She reached behind Kyle’s neck. He bent down, still smiling like it was picture day. They kissed.

It was slow at first, a couple exploratory pecks and some tasting, but soon Reggie and Kyle were clinging to each other as they each fought to overcome the other and kiss deeper, harder. Kyle tasted of whiskey and lime at first, then salt as Reggie pulled back and began kissing and nipping along his neck and he sought out her zipper and removed her dress. It came off easily, but that’s what it was bought for. Reggie returned the favor by nibbling his collar bone as she shoved his shorts down from his waist. Kyle then took a moment to appreciate Reggie’s underwear, whistling his appreciation. “You really were a lady on a mission.” He noted.

“Still am.” Reggie replied, pulling him into another kiss.

There was no romance to it, no soft feelings or falling to her partner’s charm. Reggie and Kyle kissed, forcefully and demanding. Kyle put his hand down the back of Reggie’s underpants to cup an ass cheek and squeeze until she thought it might bruise. She went ahead and slid her hand down the front of his boxers, pleased to find his cock already hard enough that it was probably uncomfortable for him, and the size of it was exciting, far better than her exe’s equipment.

Taking charge, Reggie pulled Kyle down, shoving his boxers aside even as he was pushing her bra off. On the floor, amid soft pillows and fluffy blankets, Reggie eased herself out of her underpants, then grabbed one of Kyle’s hands and moved it from her behind to her front. He obligingly ran his fingers down between her legs as she spread them for Kyle. He groaned when he felt how wet she was just from having driven over here in anticipation..

“It everything okay?” The wolf monster asked, concerned at the noise.

“Yes. Absolutely.” Reggie assured him before pulling Kyle into another kiss.

Kyle broke the kiss to lean down and take one of Reggie’s breasts in his mouth, sucking roughly while gripping the other with his hand, dragging the fingers coated in Reggie’s slick over her nipple, then switching sides and groaning again. He quickly drew back, grabbed his cock and gave himself a couple quick pumps, then lined himself up as Reggie sat back. “You still ready?” He checked quickly.

It was sweet, really, but Reggie didn’t want sweet tonight. “Please,” She begged, intentionally making herself sound more desperate than she was. “Fuck me? Please.”

Kyle almost whined before he pushed into Reggie. When he paused, slowing to let Reggie adapt, she pulled him close and whispered in his ear, “Come on. Split me open so everyone here can use me.”

The poor boy had no defense. His hips snapped forward with a noise like a whimper. There was a sharp stretching sensation not quite painful and it worked delightfully as Kyle began to simply rut into Reggie, thrusting with everything he had without attention to finesse or technique, if he had any. He hardly seemed to have begun before he was whimpering, “I’m close. Inside or...” He whined.

“Give it to me.” Reggie said.

A few more quickly weakening thrusts and Reggie was done, grunting as he continued to jerk in and out.

Reggie could feel the warmth of his jizz in her... but she wasn’t even close to finishing.

As Kyle panted and his penis began to soften inside Reggie, she carefully rolled him over and grabbed one of the blankets to cover him, scooting away to allow his cock to slip out. Kyle sighed as soon as they were disconnected. Already he was on his way to sleep.

Reggie decided firmly in her mind that he must either be younger than her or not much removed from his first time.

Looking up, Reggie saw they’d had more of an audience than was initially anticipated, some of the other monsters had been looking on with interest. Two young women who’d been speaking with a large lizard monster turned to her and after a moment’s discussion the three of them were trying to figure out kissing and petting as a group. A few other humans and monsters were also looking thoughtfully at one another.

Reggie looked at the wolf monster where he was sitting wide eyed. She smiled at him. “Learn anything?” She asked. He nodded rapidly. Reggie glanced down at his shorts which were tented enticingly. “Care to try for yourself?”

The wolf stiffened, eyes darting to the sides and taking in the room around him before looking back at Reggie and giving a small nod.

Reggie smiled and gave Kyle a little pat before standing and making her way closer to wolf, snagging and downing another drink on her way. Usually one drink was enough to relax her, two made her a little frisky. Three was her personal limit, but tonight limits be damned.

She simply tossed the glass aside so it would land on something plush before coming to her knees and crawling closer to Wolf. She was probably too close but, that was kind of the point. “Hello. Have you done it with a human before?”

“It?” Wolf whimpered.

“Fucked.” Reggie confirmed.

His ears flattened and he whimpered again. It was inhuman, and it was adorable. Reggie probably shouldn’t have been petting him already, but his fur was just as soft and it looked and the muscles under his skin... this guy was build like a brick shit house. A furry brick shit house.

Reggie wanted him.

“Do you want me?” It wasn’t the slickest line she’d ever used to get laid, but four drinks down and no other plans for the night, she wanted to get some real fun in before the alcohol really hit her and she passed out.

Wolf trembled, which made his fur shiver beautifully. “Can I... I can’t kiss but... I can nuzzle?” He huffed. “Maybe lick a little? I won’t hurt you!”

“Aren’t you just the sweetest?” Reggie cooed. She rose up on her knees and nuzzled his great black nose with her own small human one. His tail started thumping on the ground again. “You lick or nuzzle as much as you like! I’m yours right now, sweetheart.”

The tail was about ready to start hammering through the floor. His hands were shaky as Wolf reached for Reggie, gentle as he pulled her a little closer and buried his nose in the crook of her neck and nuzzled her affectionately, snuffing lightly. “You smell like cookies.” He complimented.

“Thank you. I like cookies!” Reggie giggled. Her body soap was brown sugar and vanilla scented, but at the moment her drunken self just took the compliment.

As per her permission, Wolf licked a little bit, earning a pleased hum from Reggie. She tilted her head away to allow him better access and Wolf, pleased to be a good student, took the suggestion, licking her skin until he got too excited and nipped a little. Reggie liked that, too. “Oh... that’s nice.”

Wolf wagged his tail a little harder. It started shaking his butt so he shifted forward to take the pressure off and allow his tail full swing. Reggie took this shifting as an attempt to push her down and she allowed it, falling back on the pillows and blankets with a giggle. Wolf followed, licking over her neck and down to her chest. He used his hands to explore her breasts much as Kyle had done, but more thoroughly and with more interest when he tasted the drying slick Kyle had smeared there.

He liked the scent of it and, keeping an eye on Reggie should she change her mind or spook, followed it down between her legs. She was still soaked, her fluids and some of Kyle’s smeared between her thighs. In response to his curious gaze and sniffing, Reggie opened her legs for him, smiling languidly when he looked up at her. Wolf kept his eyes on the human as he cautiously licked at the slick. She only hummed and smiled more, which encouraged Wolf to continue. He cleaned all the fluids from her thighs, only getting carried away and nipping once or twice, but she hummed and reached for him as if she wanted to pull him closer, so he kept doing as he liked until he reached her sex. Wolf looked up again to see if it was okay and now the human was biting her lip as she smiled at him and gave a nod before twitching her hips at him.

Reggie keened when Wolf finally began running his tongue from her ass to her clit. “Yes! Right there! Yes!” She praised. Wolf’s tail was flapping about as hard as it could go while he took the encouragement to bury his snout between her legs, licking and snuffing until he finally slipped his tongue inside her. “Yes! That’s it! Yes!” Reggie sang, reaching to hold his head but the distance added by his muzzle made the movement fruitless.

Instead, Wolf took hold of Reggie’s legs and dragged her closer to him as he slurped and tasted. He tasted the human woman’s fluids and the human man’s release and took some small pleasure in licking until there was no further evidence that the man had fucked her. His ears were erect, listening as the woman gasped and moaned, fully yelling when he pushed his nose against the little nub above her hold and licked deep within her.

Her scent had been delicious when coming into the room, but her arousal grew headier as Wolf worked her over. She clearly hadn’t wanted the human as much as she wanted Wolf, so it must be okay...?

She groaned when Wolf stopped tonguing her, but when she propped herself on her elbows to see what he was doing she hummed in interest to see the monster removing his shorts.

“Look at you~” She said, sitting up and reaching for Wolf as he tossed his clothes aside with relish, always hated the things.

Reggie shimmied in excitement as Wolf unsheathed his cock. Before a friend had passed their invitation to her, Reggie had never even considered fucking a monster. Not that there was a problem, but the only one she’d delt with on a regular basis was an annoying as hell and obviously dick-less skeleton. Wolf, on the other hand, was a big boy. Large and engorged, running red as if he had blood inside him like any human. Reggie wanted to feel it and Wolf held still while she ran her hand over the appendage. It was long as any dick she’d seen before and thick enough for her fingers to not quite touch. There was no bulbous head and the surface was slick and wet all along. No lube necessary, which was good because it was hard as a rock, stiffer than any human she’d been with. “Can I have it?” She asked. “I want it, please.”

Wolf whined but before he could reach for her Reggie lit up, “Oh, how about this?” She asked, turning and presenting her ass to him while reaching between her legs to spread her lips, "Right here! Go ahead.”

Wolf’s whine shifted to a growl, he didn’t wait any longer and lunged. His first thrust missed, driving his cock down and Reggie gasped as it dragged through her fingers and across her clit, sending a jolt through her. Wolf quickly readjusted and with hardly a moment to prod at her entrance and make sure he was straight, he drove his hips forward and buried himself in the human.

Reggie moaned as the monster’s cock speared her deeply, plucking a sweet thread of pain that seemed to run through her core and made her clamp down on the monster, who groaned appreciatively before he thrust again, not withdrawing so much as relaxing fractionally before thrusting again, hard and fast. He leaned over Reggie, pressing his chest against her back and putting his weight on her, holding her down rather than pulling her back against him.

For a moment Reggie almost flailed, unfamiliar with this kind of sex, but soon she just relaxed, letting Wolf take his pleasure, enjoying the feeling of him deep inside her and the vibrations as he began growling. His hands, large and strong, slid under her and grasped her breasts, dull claws scratching at her skin and scraping over her nipples, making her whine and squirm again. Wolf’s growls deepened in appreciation, the rocked into Reggie harder and faster as she grabbed the blankets and pillows, panting from the heat of him above her as well as the burn he was creating inside her.

Finally, Wolf stilled, Reggie shook her head and moaned as she felt something hot pouring into her, so much she could feel it leaking out and dripping. At first she thought maybe he’d even peed in her but when she looked between her legs what she saw dripping was silvery as moonlight. Then Wolf sat up, throwing his head back and letting loose with a howl that thrilled through Reggie, long and triumphant.

 Reggie was still panting when Wolf calmed, falling silent once more before pulled free of her cunt. His penis retracted almost meekly into its sheath. Wolf snuffed at Reggie, until she gave in to habit and scratched his ears. He whined, contented, and shuffled over to where Kyle was still sleeping, curling up around the human as if they were old friends or lovers rather than strangers who’d met that night.

As for Reggie, monster cum still dripping down her thigh, she sat up and looked around. There were either twice as many humans and monsters in the room as there had been before, or she’d drunk too much.

Smirking, she asked the room in general, “Next?”

Hands went up.

Chapter Text

Berry was disappointed.

His boss was usually kind and very understanding -a fact Berry was certain to never abuse!- but for some reason his boss just could not give Berry this weekend off.

Nearly everyone else in their expanded household was going to the new Metatton Resort and Theme Park’s Grand Opening. Edge and Black even decided it would be good for Stretch and Honey to attend and managed to drag them along. Everyone but Berry and Blue would be enjoying a weekend of fabulous music and entertainment at the Mettaton Festival while the two most magnificent Sanses worked and ate tacos and maybe watched TV, like usual. As happy as Berry was to spend time with his identical counterpart, it was still a hard blow.

Blue was taking it better. He insisted on making dinner, humming cheerfully as he finished the tacos and even managed to find an MTT video reminiscent of Napstatton. It was a nice enough Friday evening. Berry would have been completely happy if he didn’t know all the fun they were missing. He tried not to pout, poor Blue was in the same boat, but he must not have done as well as he’d been hoping.

After the video, Blue took Berry’s hand and gave it a sympathetic pat. “I’m sorry you couldn’t go to the festival. I know you were looking forward to it.”

Berry smiled and squeezed his friend’s hand. “It’s okay. You must be disappointed, too.”

Blue nodded somberly, then gave Berry an encouraging smile. “Yes, but at least I get to spend the weekend with you! Mweh-heh!”

Berry perked a little. “Very true my friend!”

The other hopped off the couch. “I have an idea! How about we continue your lessons!”

“My lessons?” Berry asked, not sure what Blue meant. Edge was studying culinary arts at the college, but nobody else was currently taking any kind of classes.

“Yes! Your lessons on being less sheltered!” Blue reminded him.

“...oh.” Berry flushed. The last time he’d been alone with Blue they’d... been lewd together. But that was months ago and Blue acted so normal Berry thought the lessons were over. Or maybe Honey had somehow found out and asked Blue to stop. Apparently, neither.

“Yes! I still have to show you the best part!” Blue insisted excitedly, then reigned himself in, appearing sheepish. “I mean, if you want to. You probably had plans for the evening...” He drummed his gloved fingers against his teeth as though upset to impose.

Berry had to shake his skull. “I didn’t have anything planned.”

“Then, do you want to? We still have some time before bed.” Blue asked.

Berry considered. What they’d done together had felt good, but it had been very lewd and he’d messed his pants. It was easy enough to clean without Honey knowing -Honey claimed an allergy to chores- but it had still been embarrassing.

And it had felt good. Blue said the best was yet to come. And Berry really did want to know more about what Honey had been sheltering him from.

Decided, Berry nodded his skull firmly. “I want to have more lessons.” He asserted. Then, feeling bold, he added, “Teach me sex!”

“Mweh!” Blue’s eye lights flared and he quickly leaned forward and kissed Berry, hitting him with a quick taste of excitement before pulling away. “Come on! Let’s go to my room this time!” Berry nodded and allowed Blue to grab his hand and lead him up the stairs and down the hall to the room Blue shared with Stretch.

This room was a little different than Berry and Honey’s bedroom. Theirs was light blue with posters from animated movies and an advertisement for this universe’s Muffet’s tearoom. Berry had a small rocket ship bed not too different than his old one Underground and Stretch had... a twin-size mattress he usually remembered to cover with a blanket.

Blue and Stretch’s room was a darker shade of blue with a tasteful painting of a femur on one wall.  One of the beds was a simple and mature twin size on a box frame, but one of the brothers had a full-sized bed crammed into the room. Berry couldn’t remember whose bed was who’s before Berry led him to the full-sized bed. “Okay, last time we had our clothes on. This time, we do it with our clothes off, okay?”

Again, Berry had to think about that. He bought himself time by pulling off his gloves as they’d done the last time. He didn’t think he’d feel shy being nude around Blue, they had the same body after all and had changed together at the beach and pool, but he was concerned about what had happened in his pants last time. “Is... will this be ... um... messy?”

Blue shrugged as he untied his neckerchief. “Sometimes, but that’s part of why we’re taking off our clothes, and this blanket is easy to clean.” His eye sockets relaxed to half-mast as he watched Berry out of the corner of his eye. “We can be as dirty as we like.”

“Oh.” Berry also untied his neckerchief, then sat on the bed to remove his boots. He undressed quickly but carefully, being sure to fold his clothes neatly and set his pile next to the pile Blue had left on the smaller bed. When he turned back to his friend, Blue was looking Berry up and down in a way that made him a lot less comfortably about being fully nude.

Smiling, Blue stood proudly with his hands on his pelvis. “Ready?” Berry nodded, trying not to cover his own pelvis or even his rib cage. If Blue wasn’t shy, there was no reason for Berry to be. “Okay. It’ll be easier if we start on the bed, come on.” Blue hopped up onto the bed, crawling toward the middle. Berry followed him to the middle of the mattress. The bed felt huge, there was something about human made products that often made Berry feel small.

They adopted near identical sitting postures, resting on their knees. Blue grinned enthusiastically and began to instruct. “Now, just like last time!”

“...oh.” Berry said, picturing what they’d done last time, except without clothes. He suddenly wished for a lot more instructions.

“Yep!” Blue leaned forward, keeping an eye socket on Berry like he would a skittish animal. “We start by making each other feel good, and the easiest way?” He prompted.

“Is kissing.” Berry answered, relaxing. He liked that part.

“Yes!” Blue agreed, crawling nearer until he was almost close enough to kiss Berry, but held back far enough that Berry was the one to close the distance.

Berry and Blue hummed together as they kissed, sharing the feelings of affection they had for each other. Their magic soon responded, allowing them to form tongues and deepen the kiss. Berry recalled most of what he’d learned readily enough and carefully reached out to grip Blue’s shoulder as he pressed into his friend’s mouth, eager to show how well he’d learned.

Blue relaxed, allowing Berry to take over and show his stuff. Berry was so focused on what he was doing the younger skeleton didn’t notice as he scooted practically into Blue’s lap, which wasn’t how Blue wanted this to go but it was a fine way to start. He hummed again, enjoying the way Berry’s tongue filled his mouth and the warmth as his alternate rubbed hands over Blue’s arms and, hesitantly, began tracing along Blue’s ribs. Blue held still, careful not to startle his friend as Berry gradually gave in to his curiosity, feeling around each rib and tracing along Blue’s sternum, making him shiver pleasantly.

Before long blue magic began gathering in their pelvises, lighting the bones and beginning to gather formlessly within the cradle of their hips.

Eager as he was getting, Berry gasped and recoiled when their magics came close enough to feel.

“I, um...”

“It’s okay, this is good.” Blue assured him, gently patting Berry’s knee reassuringly. “You remember how good this felt last time?”

Berry nodded nervously.

“It’ll feel even better this time.” Blue promised. “Let me show you?”

Berry nodded again, shakily. Blue shifted their positions and with some encouragement got Berry to kneel with his knees spread, the magic in his pelvis fading in response to his shyness, but Blue put a rest to that by kissing Berry again, firm and wanting, sending sparks of desire along with affection. He rested one hand behind Berry’s head, holding him close as Blue deepened the kiss, the other hand Blue first rested on the safe space of his friend’s shoulder before slowly trailing it along his ribs and back to where the ribs met his spine. Blue made sure to dominate their kiss this time, distracting Berry as his fingers grazed along his spine before resting a moment on the back of his pelvis.

Between the light touch, the deep kiss, and the intent Blue began sending him, Berry could only whimper and grasp at Blue’s ribs for support. When Blue carefully brought his wandering hand forward to brush through the magic shining in Berry’s pelvis, the other skeleton yelped and tried to pull away, but Blue held him close until Berry’s alarm settled into gentle whimpers in tandem with his breathing. Once he’d calmed, Blue slid his hand over and around the magic, coaxing with a small amount of intent until it began to take shape and finally hardened into a stiff little cock.

Berry started when he felt it form, successfully breaking the kiss in his panic, “Wait! I’m sorry! I didn’t.... I don’t!”

Blue giggled. “It’s okay! Just like your tongue, this has more than one purpose.” He focused on his friend’s alarm, though the temptation did make Blue glance down to confirm what he’d only had a moment to feel. Berry had a good, thick cock. A little stubby but Berry had never needed it for anything but the rare practical purpose before. He’d learn to make it different according to his or his partner’s preferences, but that was for another time.

“But...” Berry whined. He used that to pee! It was more than lewd, it was gross and dirty and... kissing with the tongue he used to taste had been nice. And the more human juice or milk he drank, the better he felt after using his penis to get rid of the human foods... so using it for something like sex that was supposed to feel good...

“Do you want to stop?” Blue offered.

Berry swallowed excess magic he hadn’t even realized was pooling behind his teeth, then shook his skull.

Blue smiled warmly. “Good. Do you want to keep kissing?”

Berry nodded. He was still mostly looking down at his own penis, worrying about the messes it tended to make. Blue gently placed his fingers below Berry’s jaw and guided him to look up, sharing a quick smile and a little sparking from his eye lights before closing his sockets and kissing Berry again, open mouthed and inviting. He drew Berry’s tongue in with his own, encouraging the younger to resume the dominant roll.

Once he felt the other begin relaxing again, focused more on kissing than his previous worries, Blue took one of Berry’s hands and drew it down to his own magic. Berry shyly resisted when they were close. Blue eased up on their kiss, waiting. Finally Berry relaxed and allowed Blue to guide his hand down and under the unformed magic, showed him how to take two fingers and insert them into the unformed ether until Blue’s cunt began to take form and finally firmed gently around Berry’s fingers.

Berry pulled back from their kiss, panting as he looked down. “Gosh.” He murmured.

“Mm, hm.” Blue agreed. “Go ahead. Feel inside. Just be gentle.” He encouraged.

Though he hesitated, Blue did begin sliding his fingers around, exploring the newly created space and marveling at how his fingers were growing slick with moisture. Before long Blue gently pulled Berry’s hand free and brought it up between them. Drawing Berry’s attention and keeping full eye contact, Blue licked up Berry’s fingers.

Berry gasped, his eye lights diffusing until they created a halo effect and his cheekbones flushed so hard even his freckles seemed to glow. “That’s so... so...” He began, unable to lob the accusation at his friend.

“Lewd?” Blue suggested, calmly returning Berry’s hand to him and gently indicating Berry’s own mouth.

“...yes...” Berry agreed, looking at the moisture on his own hands. He stared at them, glanced at Blue, and finally, cautiously, licked some of Blue’s slick off his own fingers. “...Tha-” Berry was interrupted when Blue swept in to kiss him again. The taste of Blue’s liquid still fresh on both of their tongues made Berry whine again, though he engaged eagerly in the kiss, practically following him to get more of the taste when Blue withdrew.

“Ready for what comes next? It’s the big part.” Blue warned.

Looking mildly disappointed the kiss had ended, Berry nodded.

“Okay.” Blue said. He shifted so his legs were over Berry’s, Berry’s hips between Blue’s knees. Blue took Berry’s hand and wrapped it around his own cock, guiding him through a few strokes that made Berry clench his sockets, whine, and jerk. The steady, deep kisses and the freshness of the experience had already brought his cock to full hardness and at the added stimulation some fluid beaded at the head, smearing together with some of Blue’s fluid still on Berry’s hand. When Blue released Berry’s hand, the younger skeleton tentatively continued stroking himself, shivering. Blue resumed the instructive role. “You know this is a penis, or a dick, and you put it in here.” Blue used his fingers to spread the lips of the cunt he’d formed, indicating the slit and even indulging in a moment to brush his middle finger over the nub near the top. “This is a vagina, or a pussy.” Even Blue wasn’t foolish enough to teach Berry the C words. Stars and Angel help the worlds above and below if Honey heard his brother say such things. “It feels really, really good when you put your dick in my pussy.”

Berry’s blush was bleeding down from his face and skull until even his clavicles were glowing from embarrassment and arousal. Still, he soldiered on and shifted so his blue cock hung over the matching blue pussy. “I, I’m not sure....”

“I’ll help.” Blue promised. “Ready?” Berry swallowed, clenched his eye sockets shut again, nodded, and opened his eyes. “Good.” Blue praised. He reached down and settled one hand on Berry’s pelvis, pulling him closer. Berry was positively rattling before Berry used his other hand to take Berry’s cock and guide it. “It’s okay to use your hands for this part, most people do.” Blue explained.

“Okay, and then... I...” Berry pushed in. Inexperienced, the move was rapid and rough, making the older skeleton grunt, but Blue didn’t complain. Even if he had, it would probably have been difficult to hear over Berry’s yelp, followed by a lusty moan. “It... it feels so, so good. Stars. Blue, it feels so good!”

“Mm-hm. Do you think you know what to do now?” Blue asked, his voice strained.

“I... I want...” Berry whined as his hips bucked involuntarily.

Blue had to bite down on one hand to control himself for a moment, the other hand resting on Berry’s back. As Berry trembled in confusion and want, Blue managed to explain, “Yes, just like that. Just like before, remember?”

Berry’s breathing had grown so ragged he could barely answer coherently. “Right, like before. Just like before.” He panted. Slowly he managed to arrange himself into something resembling an effective position, then began to rock his hips. After a few small thrusts Berry whimpered and had to stop, but he soon collected himself and began again. This time his movements were wilder, more erratic. “Feels good.” Berry panted. “Feels good.”

Blue hooked a leg behind Berry so the overwhelmed skeleton wouldn’t accidentally pull out. Berry felt okay moving in and out of Blue, but his inexperience was loud and clear. “Yes. Like that.” Blue coaxed. Hardly had Blue complimented Berry than the young skeleton gave a wail and locked up, a small flush of warm magic squirting into Blue’s cunt.

Blue rubbed his friend’s back comfortingly, helping him come down from his second orgasm, his first time having penetrative sex. “There, you did good. That was really good.” Blue flattered, helping Berry to lie down and giving him several little kisses as his magic softened and withdrew from Berry. “Did it feel good?”

Berry nodded, allowing himself to be coddled by his friend as he caught his breath.

Chapter Text

“Oh. It’s you.” Papyrus scoffed.

Kat forced a professional smile. “Captain.” Go fuck yourself.

The skeleton crossed his arms and huffed. “Don’t bother begging forgiveness for your transgressions, human! Your clumsiness cost me precious minutes of work time! My time is clearly so much more valuable that a mere apology would never suffice! I require recompense for... HUMAN!”

Kat filled the two punch glasses she’d brought to the table and walked away without bothering to listen to a word of Captain Papyrus’s lecture.

Leaving the irritable, arrogant ass to fume, Kat crossed the grand patio, nodding to coworkers and friends she recognized. Knight Knight, Aaron, Bratty. So many monsters were such wonderful people. Many of them were also fed up with their monarchy and more than ready to unionize, which made Kat’s job as the Union Cooperative’s liaison to monsters easy and usually pleasant.

Some monsters, however, were very vocal in their belief that Kat’s job was a worthless one -even before the most vocal of these crashed into Kat in the Embassy halls. She had to use makeup to cover the bruises for the Ascension Anniversary Gala, because of course she’d chosen a sleeveless gown for an outdoor summer formal.

“Um, you’re making your angry face again.” Whimson noted.

Kat sighed and forced herself to relax, pushing bad thoughts from her mind. This wasn’t the night for grousing, this was the Ascension Gala! The event of the year, an outdoor party for all those involved in the monster community or important to the monsters' eventual advancement. There had been a light dinner earlier in the evening and chefs were arranging more snacks and desserts on tables near the beverage table and bar. While many party goers were flocking to the bar, Kat couldn’t hold her alcohol very well. She stuck with the punch. It was tastier than the teas or other juices and didn’t leave her jittery like the coffee. “Sorry. Your punch?” The little monster accepted their glass, bobbing in time with the music Mettaton had selected for the evening while the celebrity in question schmoozed with some of the city’s finest.

“Kat?” Kat turned to face the lion monster addressing her, missing the unhappy look Whimsun gave the punch. It took some getting used to seeing the huge lion in a gown even nicer than Kat’s, but the golden fur and purple material complimented each other beautifully, and the slit up the back caught a few appreciative glances from the monsters and Susan from the PR department who appreciated a good tail.

They chatted amicably, sipping their drinks and laughing together until Kat caught a glimpse of the harpy monster who’d brought her such delicious vegetarian hotdogs. She excused herself to speak with the new friend, refilling her punch again during that conversation and missing when a monster muttering something about the current batch seeming bitter. After that she danced with a cat monster whose rapid steps left Kat’s head spinning. An alligator monster cut in. Kat’s head was still spinning when she drank another glass of punch to cool down from dancing, spinning too much to notice the mayor’s daughter pursing her lips and setting her glass back on the table hardly touched.

“Hey there, buddy, you feeling all right?” BP asked when next Kat returned for another glass.

The cat monster's tie was crooked. Kat straightened it, giggling when it only got more crooked. "Peachy." BP smiled but didn’t look convinced. Though he was drinking what looked like milk, he picked up the punch ladle and gave it a sniff.

“YOU!” Papyrus shouted. One hand on his hip, the other pointing dramatically. Between the volume he was capable of, the murderous death's head of his, and the sharp formal uniform he was wearing, Papyrus might have been able to stop a runaway train. BP startled and dropped the ladle, but it was Kat Papyrus was pointing angrily toward. Once he was sure he had their attention, Papyrus dropped his pose, tugged his short leather coat straight and began striding toward them. With his long legs each stride would have been large enough without the heels on his boots.

Kat’s good mood vanished, though the spinning didn’t. “Never mind.” She told BP, setting her empty glass on the table with the other dirties before turning sharply on her heel and marching away from the table.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me!” Papyrus bellowed. For a monster made of bone, Papyrus had a lot of nerve.

“Watch me.” Kat growled, picking up her pace. She meant to disappear into the crowd but the persistent spinning was working against her. Kat startled when she stepped off the patio’s concrete onto the grass. While she tried to figure out how she’d misjudged her direction and gone toward the woods surrounding the grand patio on three sides instead of the middle of the dance floor where she thought she’d been aiming, Papyrus caught up.

“Human! That was indescribably rude! I expect no less from one such as you! Twice now I have clearly indicated the desire to talk and twice you have walked away from me! That is thrice you owe me for your inconsideration!”

Something in her snapped. Kat growled, actually growled at the captain. It was enough for him to stop blathering and lower the scarlet gloved hand he’d lifted to accentuate his pronouncements. “Listen, I have had enough of your...” Unlike Papyrus, Kat kept some awareness that these conversations weren’t appropriate for public display. She barely had to lean to the side and look past the captain’s immaculate uniform to where a couple humans were blatantly staring at them and a few monsters were blatantly not staring.

Annoyed, Kat grabbed Papyrus’s arm and yanked him toward the trees, startling him into dropping the punch glass he’d still been holding. It was forgotten even before landing safely in the grass.

Once they were far enough into the little wood that trees and bushes afforded some privacy and softened the music so they could hear each other clearly, Kat released both Papyrus and her frustrations. She inhaled as she turned to face him and let loose. “You listen! It was you who ran into me in the hallway. I’m the Union Representative lawyer and I was working in front of the Union information board! You were carrying far too much junk to see over and you stole my stapler before leaving! You didn’t even bother to bring it back when you stormed into my office and accused me of stealing your papers! Security isn’t even in the same wing as the Union office so you’re damned well in the wrong for running blind in an unfamiliar part of the building without even watching where you were going!”

With each you, including the same syllable in ‘union’, Kat jabbed a finger at the captain’s chest, right over the Delta Rune Crest embroidered in silver. Even in her own heels, she still had to look up to glare directly into his eye sockets. Those same sockets were narrowed to hardly a slit with his piercing red eye lights shining from behind bone... though perhaps not as piercing as usual. They seemed fuzzy, like the dusting of the same color across the bones of his cheeks.

“I know you have a problem with my work, Captain, but as Union Representative my job is to keep assholes who think they’re more important than they are -yes, I’m talking about you- from overstepping workers who actually pull the weight and get the job done! Just one example being your expectation that everyone should get out of your way when you’re being unsafe! What if Whimsun had been updating the board and not moved in time? Do you have any idea how badly you could have hurt him? Do you care?”

Papyrus flinched back, aghast and filled with a new sense of rage and offense. “Care? What would a human like you know how much I do or do not care about my people! And I’ll have you know as security, no part of the building is unfamiliar! It is my job to be familiar with all aspects of the building and the people within, whether they be the king himself, Whimsun, or an ignorant little human sticking her soft little nose where it doesn’t belong! I'll have you know- NYEH!” Kat lifted her arm again and was tried to brush past Papyrus as if he were a beaded curtain in her way. “How dare you!?”

But Kat had said her piece and wanted to get back to the party. She could smell the fresh food being laid out and despite all the punch she’d drunk she was oddly thirsty. Listening to the skeleton rage was just pissing her off and making her head hurt. She thought she recognized a favorite song of hers starting up and wanted to get back to enjoying her evening.

Predictably, however, two people out in the woods and both wearing heels and impractical clothing, something was bound to snag. It was Papyrus’s absurd black and read cloak on a nearby branch. The branch was old and weak, easy enough to break, but it was the principal of the matter and the damaged silk which upset the skeleton. “NYEH!” His sudden flailing smacked Kat and the half step to regain her balance brought heel of her shoe over a branch, knocking her off balance. Falling, Kat could only think irritably of the additional scrapes and more bruises this idiot would cause her when she hit the ground and underbrush.

Instead, she landed safely on a body surprisingly solid for a skeleton wrapped in leather with so many metal bits of decoration. As Kat scrambled, trying to get off him despite the skirt now wrapped around both of their legs, Papyrus took the opportunity to run his idiot mouth still further. “Wench, how can you be so clumsy! What would you have done if I were not here? I know I’ve informed you of your physical ineptitude before but you’ve clearly done nothing to-”

“Just shut up.” Kat snapped. Papyrus did, though whether it was because she asked so nicely or because she’d shoved an elbow into his sternum trying to get up was anyone’s guess. There was hardly any slack in her skirt and it was proving impossible to climb off Papyrus without tearing her gown. She liked this dress, damn him!

“You’ll never manage it on your own!” Papyrus announced.

“I don’t want to hear -EEEK!” Papyrus grabbed Kat’s arms and rolled her over. He chose in the wrong direction, the silk of Kat's skirt tore loud enough to hear clearly over their struggles and the distant music, making them both freeze.

After the shocked pause Papyrus almost managed to sound meek, “Um...” He tried to move but stiffened again at the sound of more threads popping and the rage obviously taking over Kat’s aura.

Kat seized Papyrus by his uniform's mandarin collar yanked him closer, face-to-face, nose-to-whatever. “This was a four-hundred-dollar dress. I planned to wear it more than once.” She informed him with a snarl. With a heave she rolled them over again, unmindful of the loud ripping as her skirt came almost completely free of the bodice. She landed straddling Papyrus while still maintaining a death grip on his uniform. “You’ve injured me, you ruined my dress, and you still have the absolute balls to blame me?”

“I-I...” Papyrus stuttered, eye lights flickering downward.

“My eyes are up... wait...” Kat also glanced down. Her fitted bodice hadn’t slipped, he wasn’t looking at her chest much but now that he’d anxiously called her attention to it she saw the tent in his slacks. “Seriously? Maybe you do have the balls.” She shifted her position, grinding her crotch over his. Papyrus whined, hands and feet scrabbling at the ground around them, trying to find purchase or maybe a convenient blueprint with the perfect plan to get out of this mess. “Well, that’s one way you can fucking make this up to me.” Kat muttered, not really listening to herself as she rocked her hips over his again, then reached down and hooked a finger in the waistband of his pants. The top was a hook and loop, allowing the formal slacks to rest flat. They were also incredibly easy to undo with one hand.

Papyrus didn’t move or speak to stop Kat, only watched with shock as she calmly unzipped him, then shoved his pants down to reveal his proud red cock. It had insubordinately summoned itself while the union lawyer brazenly dragged him into the woods, then remained as they’d argued. “Mmm, you do have balls, it seems.”

Of course, Papyrus was completely scandalized when the human ran her soft warm hand over his cock, then gave the mentioned testicles a tug and kneaded them with her thumb, humming in appreciation. He certainly never asked for such a thing! She was just some upstart human who opposed the king’s rule and had no respect for the position of Captain and infuriated him at every turn! Papyrus was only restraining himself from punishing her for her audaciousness because she was a soft, pretty, delicate human and it would reflect badly on monster kind if the captain of the embassy guard couldn’t restrain hims- “FUCK!” Her hand felt good!

“Damn, you even drip like a human does.” Kat observed, rubbing her palm over the head of his cock and smearing the precum around. He was a monster, and not just as a skeleton. She couldn’t quite bring her fingers together when she rubbed her hand down his shaft and he was long to boot. Under her hand the magic or flesh or whatever was warm and felt like someone had covered a steel bar in rubber or memory foam. This Kat was willing to admit to herself she wanted.

She gave his cock another quick pull, drawing a high-pitched groan from the captain before turning her attention to herself. Her dress was a lost cause, so Kat saw no reason not to give up on her underpants as well. They were dainty little things appropriate for wearing under silk and though Kat wasn’t much on exercise, the material came away easily when yanked. There, now she didn’t even have to stand up. Kat plunged one hand between her legs, ensuring she was wet enough. She then rubbed that hand over Papyrus’s cock to give it a little better lube, her movements almost businesslike before going up on her knees and aligning the bright red magic with her cunt.

“H-human! What are you...!!!” Papyrus barely managed before Kat began lowering herself, groaning her pleasure. He felt good. She was wet, but not so much as to avoid some burn when Kat forced herself down further stretching herself tight.

Papyrus keened and ground his skull back against the grass and leaves, clawing small furrows into the ground with his hands, likely ruining his gloves. He kicked against the ground and lifted his pelvis to meet Kat’s, allowing her the final boost needed to fully seat herself on his cock, her buttocks actually resting against his femurs.

“Oh.” Kat sighed, relaxing. “That’s good.”

Papyrus squirmed and whined. He reached for Kat’s hips but she grabbed his hands and pinned them to his chest. “Ah-ah. Take your punishment like a good boy.” She scolded.

“H-human...” Papyrus managed, then whined again, his hips shaking but when he tried to get leverage to move his pelvis effectively the heels of his boots skidded through the dirt he’d churned up in his previous efforts.

“No.” Kat said, even as she braced and lifted herself, then dropped down fully again, drawing a yelp from Papyrus. Her growing arousal made the slide faster and smoother. “Oof, so good.” Kat murmured rising again to ride down the thick cock, humming. She first adopted a slow pace, savoring the feeling of being stretched so well and so deep, the tightness of her entrance creating a lovely drag when she rose. Soon she was wet enough the burn eased to a pleasant memory. She canted her hips as she pleased. She leaned forward or back as she slipped up and down his cock, applying friction and pressure to the spots she liked. “Mmm, yeah...”

Papyrus was a mess. He kicked fruitlessly at the ground and made half-hearted efforts to pull his arms free, only to be met with Kat applying more weight to holding him down. This wasn’t sex, this was an insufferable human using his cock to fuck herself and he loved it. He could only vent his frustration through desperate angry vocal sounds and the odd disturbingly breathy demand, “... f-faster... please... human...”

The only sign Kat gave of hearing him was to gradually speed up, bouncing up and down at a pace as closely matched to his panting as the odd moan and whine allowed.

“Yes-s-s.” Kat hissed before biting her lip and focusing on her movements, rolling her hips back as she rose and dropped, her own breathing picking up and her grip on Papyrus’s wrists tightening until a fleshed partner might have been bruised. “Yes...”

“...h-ha.... huh... h-human...” Papyrus’s panting shifted to a yelp as Kat again forced herself to take his huge cock fully, grinding down viciously before stilling her movements

Leaning forward, she whispered, “My name is Katherine. Not ‘human’ and sure as fuck not ‘wench’ or anything else you’ve been calling me.”

“... please...” Papyrus panted, squirming, kicking, and unable to get her to move.

“Please what?”

“Please... Katherine.”

Kat smiled. “Very good.” She said, then lifted herself slowly until she could feel the head of his cock tugging at the inside of her entrance. Quickly she again took him fully, slamming down so hard she was sure she saw stars and tore a yelp out of her own throat as Papyrus howled. Not letting either of them recover, Kat set a rapid, hard pace. Hardly did she lift herself an inch or two before slamming her ass back down and grinding before bucking up and down again. Papyrus grunted and gasped, trying to rock his pelvis to meet her as she fucked him hard and fast. She still held tight to his wrists, this time not putting her weight forward to hold him down but hanging on and using them as leverage to pull herself down and forward as Papyrus held his arms stiffly in place.

“Damn. Fuck. Yes.” Kat chanted.

Papyrus’s breath hitched and he whined again before coughing out. “Hum-Katherine! I-I’m- please!”

Kat clenched down on him, finally releasing one of his arms to reach behind her until she found the two small globes in a sack and gave them a firm squeeze and tug.

“AUGH!” Papyrus moved his arms, grabbing Kat around the waist as he curled up, dragging them both onto their side and bucking his pelvis into her as he came.

Kat wrapped her legs around Papyrus and seized his uniform again with one hand, yanking him closer to her until she could plant her mouth on his, thrusting her tongue between his teeth to drink up his shout. Her other hand slid between her legs, wrapping around his cock before his erratic movements slowed and using the hold to grind the meat of her hand against her clit. It was close, but she fell into her climax before he’d finished his, shivering and moaning into his mouth while rocking her hips to milk more out of him, sending hot red magic thinned with her own clear fluids dribbling down one thigh.

They lay there for a few moments, shivering and panting, occasionally one or both would rock their hips, drawing out the last of their pleasure until Papyrus’s magic finally dispelled.

Slowly, Kat gathered herself enough to pull away from the skeleton. He’d fallen asleep fast enough that her movements hardly caused him to stir. Kat sighed. “Well, that was stupid.” She told herself, out loud just in case he could hear. She retrieved what was left of her skirt and tied it around her waist. Her destroyed underwear was tucked into her bodice for proper disposal and after hunting down her shoes, Kat decided to carry them and walk barefoot until she found somewhere to the road far enough from the gala none of her coworkers would see her walk of shame.

She returned to the scene a minute later, grumbling to herself as she zipped and secured Papyrus’s pants before storming off again.

Chapter Text

When a job opened for a monster scientist in a prestigious astronomic research facility just a mere several hundred miles away from Ebott, Sans had jumped at the opportunity. Anything to get away from the Royal Harem so they -Sans, Papyrus, and… yes, even Mettaton- could try to make their new life on the surface their own.

Papyrus was intensely proud of Sans’ finally finding motivation, returning to the science he loved, getting a respectable job et cetera and so forth. He would have celebrated in grand fashion if he weren’t busy yelling at Sans for being so irresponsible as to not tell anyone they were moving across the continent until two days before he was due at the lab.

Hilarious.

While Sans had been studying space junk -wonderful, amazing, genuine, space junk- Papyrus and Mettaton found a house and turned it into a love nest, complete with designated spaces appropriate for a decidedly non-lovey-dovey older brother. The couple played out their daily routine of living out their love story with as much drama and mush as possible, while Sans occupied any time he wasn’t at work trying to smuggle real food into the house -especially ketchup. The house was filled with love and enraged brotherly screeching -the things that truly made a house a home. Life would have been good enough perfect, if not for the taint.

It really wasn’t a secret from humans why many monsters needed unscheduled breaks every couple of months. Still, most humans didn’t know and assumed it was some vague ‘monster thing.’ Most didn’t know it was for unmated monsters to burn off excess amounts of LT, a heat. Any monster without a mate had these heats and the longer they went without a partner of some kind, the harder the heats hit.

Sans hadn’t had a partner since the barrier was broken.

During those days of the month, Papyrus and his main robotic squeeze tactfully went somewhere else, likely a hotel or something, so Sans would have privacy. Sans was using that privacy, using it hard and getting close, when the doorbell rang.

He ignored it.

The doorbell rang again. Whoever it was started knocking on the door like they planned to knock it down.

“FUCKING NOW!?” Sans snarled. He was at the worst possible time in his heat, barely able to think beyond getting to the next orgasm and somebody just HAD to keep pounding on the door.

Damn. Pounding. A few hours ago; that would have been funny.

It wasn’t funny now. How the hell was he supposed to get off with that thing going off?

Again, things that would have been funny hours ago were not funny now.

He grabbed a robe and barely tucked his feet into a pair of slippers before catching a shortcut downstairs. His magic shivered, displeased at being used that way when it wanted to be spent in other ways.

“If it’s the fucking mailman…” Sans snarled, half summoning a Gaster Blaster as he reached for the door and pulled it open.

Dr. Brink.

What the hell was Dr. Brink doing at his house? What the fuck was Dr. Brink doing outside of the decon chamber at two in the afternoon?

She held up a folder and said… something. Sans missed it. While his sense of smell usually wasn’t terribly sensitive, when he was in heat he picked up on hormones like sharks picked up on blood.

Dr. Brink was ovulating.

And on his doorstep.

Literally accidentally fanning him with her hormones.

His magic burned from trying to stimulate himself to a climax enough to break the heat without the magic of another to spark it and for one stupid stupid minute the skeleton who had once been set to take the position of Royal Scientist on should Gaster retire not jump into the core became the biggest idiot monster on the entire stupid planet. Instead of listening to what his brilliant and strict boss was saying, Sans grabbed her shirt and yanked her down to his level, shoving his mouth to hers and letting Lust tainted magic figure out how to steal her breath and that spark he so desperately needed. He was only vaguely aware of his magic setting a barrier between her soft human skin and his teeth. He was more aware of his tongue -manifested for more than a day now- taking advantage of her shock and delving deep past her human teeth, flicking against the hard palate on top of her mouth before pressing down and dragging across a tongue that tasted of salt and burnt coffee as he withdrew.

Dr. Sylvia Brink made a choking noise and shuddered beneath Sans’ hand. First real kiss he’d had in almost three years and he was going to get fired for it, damn.

And then things kind of tripped sideways into Wonderland: everyone’s mad here. Brink hooked a hand behind his skull, two fingers wrapping around the back of his cervical spine, stopping him from pulling away as she angled herself to return the kiss, exploring his mouth as he’d done her, then tangling with his tongue, greedily taking all she could.

Papers hit the floor and he felt her other hand on his shoulder, gripping his robe not much differently than he was still holding her shirt.

Sans didn’t have enough IQ left to decide whether stepping back further into his house was an invitation or an attempt to stop this insanity before he got fired but Dr. Brink was the one to kick the door shut behind them and in a minute they were both trying to figure out how to get Dr. Brink’s clothes off without breaking apart more than necessary. When they did separate it was in short bursts as she impatiently yanked her shirt and blazer off then as a precaution when lowering themselves onto the couch, Dr. Brink straddling Sans’ lap. Short moments during which Sans thought he heard her saying something but couldn’t make it out before her mouth was back on his, tongue again slipping between his teeth.

Underwear was stupid. It took forever for Sans to find the clasps on the back of the good doctor’s plain cotton bra. That thing gone at last, Sans broke their kiss to investigate these ‘breasts’ human men were so obsessed with. Warm, pillowy, with little hard nubs that made Brink gasp when played with. It didn’t take long to understand the appeal as he nuzzled and suckled the soft flesh.

Sans’ mouth now occupied elsewhere, Dr. Brink’s whispering became clear, almost chanting a prayer above his skull, “…please, please, I need this, please, so badly, please…” When Sans sucked one of the nubs -nipples- into his mouth she whined and rolled her hips, grinding against his still summoned cock through her work slacks. Sans groaned and grabbed her ass with both hands, rocking his pelvis up to meet her. He slid one hand around the waist of her pants and set to work on the button, then zipper. Had he any kind of flesh on his hands he wouldn’t have been able to slide that hand down the front of her slacks and into the soft cotton of her underpants to explore what kind of equipment he was working with. Didn’t take long to figure out, nor to draw a high keen from Dr. Brink as he brushed his thumb alongside her clit and sunk two, then three, and then all four of his slender fingers inside her. Damn, humans got so wet. It was thinner, slicker than when female monsters were aroused, and there was so much more of it.

Dr. Brink whimpered, gripping Sans’ shoulders again and thrusting against his hand desperately. “…please… ”

Sans used his thumb to circle and press against her clit, curling and straightening his fingers to explore the little chamber, finding sensitive spots by the way they made the doctor twitch and whine above him. There was one right near the front not too far from the opening that made her moan and shake. Slipping his fingers in deep as they would go did fun things to her breathing and rewarded Sans with a nice grind.

It was nice, but something wasn’t right.

In the Underground, Sans’ hands had been moderately famous. His skills were good enough he was surprised when Dr. Brink didn’t come apart from his attentions. “…please…”

Maybe the good doctor was more pent up than Sans, even in his heat. He risked a look at her face and saw her eyes were clenched shut, tears streaming down her face.

Stars, she was crying. Crying and begging but not from pleasure. For the first time in days he almost felt the heat ease.

New plan.

Dr. Brink whimpered as he withdrew his hand and shifted their position on the couch, pulling her pants and underpants off in an easy tug amid the move. Her work flats came off without a fight as he pushed the clothes off her, leaving Dr. Brink naked save for some simple knee-high stockings -and damn, those could stay. Sans settled himself between her legs and kissed her, softly, almost chastely compared to their earlier desperation.

“Sans… please…” Dr. Brink whined and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him close and squeezing against his partially summoned body.

“Shhh…” Sans shushed her begging, kissing her slow and soft until she settled. “I’ve got you. Feel me.” He whispered, angling himself so his manifested magic slid over her sex, pressing on that bundle of sensitivity and down past where her slit seeped that human lubricant.

Damn if it didn’t feel good. The lust taint screamed ideas at him, begging to let go and just…

But he kissed her cheek and licked some of those salt bitter tears. She needed this. He could ensure she got what he needed… Sans always did for his partners. “Feel me.” He repeated, brushing his teeth over one ear.

“Sans… plea-”

He stopped her begging with another kiss, slow and languid to match the slow rocking of his hips, rubbing his cock against her while exploring her body with one hand… those breasts, a softly curving waist that flared into her hips and ass. She had naturally the figure warped lust forced on monsters who had to summon bodies and she was warm in a way that soothed… something. Gradually she relaxed, the tension leaving her body as she again returned his kiss, matching his slow movements and almost lazy pacing. Only when she’d finally settled did Sans still from their liquid grind and pull back just enough to whisper. “Ready, doc?”

She opened her eyes to look at him, breathing deep and hitching just a little. “Sylvia.” She murmured.

“Sylvia.” Sans repeated. She shuddered and he slid into her, drawing a wet gasp that lasted until he’d entered her fully.

Shorter than his lover, Sans couldn’t kiss Sylvia when he was fully hilted inside her. Instead he alternated between lavishing attention on the skin he could reach and telling her everything he felt while setting a slow, slow pace with his cock. “You’re so soft, hot and wet for me. Your skin is like the velvet of a flower petal. This cunt, tight and so, so warm. I could fuck you like this for hours. Feel this. Nice and slow. Just like this. Feel me, Sylvia.” Sans whispered as he moved, slow and languid, out, and in. Slow, even, just a smallest cant of his pelvis to change the angle.

Dr. Brink, Sylvia, panted and whined, but her pleas had finally been silenced as she was lost to the sensations, feeling her body as if it had been set on fire and was burning to a cinder that could be ignited at any moment by the soft breath of Sans’ words on her skin. “Feel me...”

He trailed his fingers -sometimes bare, sometimes gently buffered with magic, along her skin, finding the sensitive spots and gently rubbing, scratching, kissing or nibbling. “Look at your skin, so sensitive. These soft little hairs following me, wanting to feel me just like this.” After several minutes of slow, slow thrusts, Sylvia’s breathing changed, she moaned and her cunt tightened around Sans. “Good. Feel how good this is.” Sans encouraged her. She whined again and he gave in a little picking up the pace and reaching between them to circle her clit with a thumb.

“Ah!” Sylvia yelped, reacting more strongly to the contact now than before. “Sa-ha-Sans!”

“That’s it. Feel me.” Sans coaxed again. “Just relax and feel.”

Sylvia whined, then grit her teeth against a tight keen. Finally, she forced herself to breath. She remained tight around Sans, her soft insides clutching him so hard it would have hurt without all the wet, and there was so much wet. “Good, just like that. Wow, you’re practically dripping. Maybe you are.” He brought his hips back and snapped them forward, pressing firmly on the little nib of her clit with a distal phalange.

“AUGH!” Sylvia Brink finally fell apart, throwing her head against the arm of the couch while mindlessly grabbing Sans ribs with her hands and pulling him close with her legs. Around Sans’ cock, she spasmed. It was good, better than he’d expected from a human.

“Good, good.” Sans grit the words out as he continued thrusting, trying to get through it and continue to satisfy his partner but she clutched him so tightly and it had been so long. Sans groaned as he was dragged to his own orgasm, burying his magic deep inside of Sylvia as he came, releasing sterile magic so thick it actually pushed more of that liquid from her, causing Sylvia to moan again, cutting off in a pleased hum.

Sans slid his arm around Sylvia and held her close as they both caught their breaths. He closed his eyes, enjoying the waning of his heat and the high of satisfaction.

When Sans could breath again, he eased back and looked at Sylvia, but her eyes were closed in a way that had nothing to do with basking in the afterglow, her breathing was evening out faster than Sans’.

That wasn’t exactly a bad thing. He could wait until she woke up to be fired.

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“I shouldn’t have worn these shorts.” Naomi muttered, striding toward the dorms with quick, embarrassed steps.

“Yes, you should have. This is college! There’s no dress-code and yet your shorts still extend past your fingertips like it’s frickin’ high school!” Cassie snapped, jogging to keep up with her taller roommate. “He was in the wrong. You have every right to be angry, and you have every right to file a complaint! Wear what you want, you look fantastic! Gorgeous but still professional.”

“Certainly!” Papyrus cheered coming up from behind. “What are we talking about?”

“Papyrus!” Naomi’s bad mood blew away like vapor before her skeleton boyfriend’s sunny smile. The two linked hands as soon as they were close.

“We were talking about how Naomi is a sexy goddess, and nobody is allowed to think any less of her.” Cassie informed him.

Naomi shot Cassie a look, but Papyrus was nodding as if this were common knowledge. “Naturally.”

“And her shorts look cute.”

“Phenomenally cute!” Papyrus enthused, stepping back to respectfully admire Naomi’s shorts. “I should have worn my hotpants to match!”

“And she... what?” Cassie broke off as many, many unwanted images assaulted her brain.

Naomi chuckled and gave Papyrus’s hand a squeeze. “Any pants you wear are hotpants.”

“Nyeh-heh! Of course! I must keep up with my sexy human goddess.”

“Wha- Nope. Nevermind, I’ll excuse myself now. I’ll be at the library working on my final paper. Have fun you two.” Cassie announced, waving and walking off.

“Thank you, human friend!” Papyrus called. “We will!”

“See ya, Cass!” Naomi added. Her roommate just made angry shooing motions even as she hurried away from them.

Papyrus gave Naomi’s hand a squeeze, echoing her earlier gesture. “She is a good friend.” He noted.

“Hm, I’m lucky to have her.” Naomi agreed. Smiling, she added, “Just as I’m lucky to have you.”

“That you are.” Papyrus agreed, falling into step beside her as they turned from the main path toward Naomi’s dorm building.

Neither paid much mind to the small group of students coming down one side of the stairs as the couple began climbing the other side until a snide voice called out, “The Amazon dyke and the giant Skeleton together, what a surprise! Not.”

A childish comment for nastiness’ sake. Drive-by cruelty. Someone with their own issues lashing out at an easy target.

At six foot, four inches, Naomi was a very easy target to hit. Since outgrowing the boys in fifth grade, she’d been the constant target of everything from outright insults to well-intentioned misunderstandings. After more than a decade of this, even Naomi’s usual confidence developed a crack or two. When friends were caught in the crossfire, it hit harder and took Naomi a moment to catch her breath and suppress the pain and anger. Just a moment, most people didn’t notice the hesitation.

Papyrus never hesitated. Using his incredible strength and a touch of blue magic, he swept Naomi off the ground and set her on his shoulders -standing on his shoulders. The sudden movement left Naomi dizzy and giddy. Instinctively, she threw her arms out for balance, but she shouldn’t have been concerned; Papyrus had her safe and stable even if he only held her by one ankle with one hand. The other was stretched forward to emphasize his dramatic pose while Papyrus announced their mutual greatness.

“NYEH-HEH-HEH! But of course, we amaze and astound! The two of us make such a splendidly great team all who encounter us would only be correct to stand in awe! All should tremble in anticipation of what we shall accomplish when our powers combine!”

Soon Naomi caught her breath and was able to look around, see the world from twelve feet above the ground. Her height, Papyrus’s height, and the added lift of the stairs granted a spectacular view of the campus. She could see the fountain in the main courtyard and the flowers blooming around the library beyond that. She could see Cassie walking that way and the myriad of other students -even a couple of the other monster students, milling about in the beautiful spring weather. To her left a bird shielded her nest and chirped angrily. To her right and a little downward, a nondescript young man with the last vestiges of teenage acne was scurrying off, pretending he still had some dignity as the other students nearby laughed or cheered along with Papyrus.

The giddiness of her sudden elevations increased when Papyrus released his magic and Naomi fell safely into his arms. Naomi clung to Papyrus as he carried her the rest of the way into the dormitory, leaving a couple students applauding good naturedly in their wake and somebody let loose with a shrill wolf-whistle.

Papyrus walked briskly past the security desk -manned by a student volunteer doing their homework- and mounted the stairs to the second floor three at a time without effort, a habit of his when he wasn’t paying attention. Instead, his attention was wholly on Naomi, his eye sockets soft with an expression Naomi couldn’t read. He hardly took his gaze off her when they arrived at her dorm room and though she and Cassie never forgot to lock their room, he opened the door without either asking for her key or letting her go. When he stepped inside, the door closed behind them with the usual double click the handle made when still locked.

Safe in the privacy of the dorm room, Papyrus indulged in a slow, sweet kiss with Naomi, his magic soft on her lips.

As he pulled back Papyrus’s eye sockets softened further. “You are lovely, my sweet human.” He told her, nuzzling his teeth to her cheek. “Beautiful, inside and out.”

“Papyrus...” Naomi began, smiling under the compliments and affection, but Papyrus wouldn’t let her continue. He silenced her with another sweet kiss and settled her on the bed as if she were a delicate flower.

“Beautiful.” He murmured, sitting beside her on the mattress. “Kind. Intelligent. Sweet. Funny. Patient.” He punctuated each compliment with another kiss. His hands first cupped her face, gently asking her not to back away before combing up through her hair. “Your hair and skin are so soft. Yet you are strong. Body and soul.” His hands brushed down her neck before smoothing over her shoulders.

“Papyrus...” Naomi barely managed to get his name out again between kisses and compliments.

“You’re so generous. You always smell so nice.” His hands trailed from her shoulders down her arms, pausing to playfully flick his thumbs under her short sleeves. “Your name is a song I like to sing. Naomi.” A kiss, “Naomi.” Another kiss. “Naomi. Your voice is a melody.”

“...p...” Naomi’s face heated and the voice he praised shut off. Nobody had complimented her voice before and even without some emotional hang up one way or the other, there was no defense against a new kind of compliment whilst under siege by constant flattery and gentle touches.

Papyrus interwove the fingers of his hand with Naomi’s even as his other hand trailed up her arm again, making her shiver. “You’re so beautiful, your lovely skin and soft hair.” A kiss as his phalanges traced the curve of her bicep, slipping under her sleeves again to continue following the musculature to her clavicle, “And yet your training shows in every line. Your skin and hair shine prettier than humans who cover themselves in oils and grease. You work hard, yet your skin is still so soft.” The tips of his fingers feathered over Naomi’s neck again as he lifted the shoulder of her loose shirt up. She followed the simple direction and lifted her arms so he could remove her shirt entirely, bidding her goodbye and greeting her again with kisses as the material covered and uncovered her face. The shirt was set aside, but Papyrus kept his focus high as he ran his fingers through her hair. “So fine. So soft! And it smells like flowers and my human!” He murmured, pressing a lock to his teeth before letting the hairs slip through his phalanges.

“Your eyes! It is no wonder human poets like talking about eyes, and most never beheld yours! Sometimes I am quite sure I can see your soul shining through. They sparkle with joy, with excitement, with mischief...” He pressed his teeth to the bone between her eyes. “... with love.”

Moving lower, he softly scratched his nasal ridge against Naomi’s nose, making her giggle along with his soft chuckle. “Nyeh-heh! Your little nose is cute, too! You have the faintest freckles, and the tip is so soft!” He accused. “When I am this close to you, I can even see the fuzzy little hairs, like on a flower petal!”

“What?” Naomi demanded, laughing harder. Her nose and body hair! Of all the things to compliment!

“Nyeh-heh-heh. Yes! It is a very cute nose. Much, much cuter than other noses.” And with that he gave the tip a gentle little nip, setting his human to giggling again. He then nuzzled her cheek again. “I like these too. Very soft and very expressive. Perfect for smooching in public even if they cover part of your smile!” This only fueled Naomi’s giggles, but that was brought to an abrupt stop when he nipped at her ear, forcing her to draw a sharp breath.

“... also cute.” He whispered, careful so near her ears. “... I suspect you wear those pretty silver dangles here to distract the Great Papyrus. It works.” Papyrus nipped her ear again before trailing warm, soft magic along the edge, drawing a hum from Naomi. Nuzzling and licking, he chased that hum along her jaw and to her throat, nipping here and there until Naomi whimpered and clung to him. “Beautiful. Long and elegant, how could a skeleton not fully appreciate this!” He breathed against the sensitized skin.

By now, Naomi was fully lying down, having given up any attempt to defend herself from the onslaught. Papyrus rested his weight on his forearms, wrists under her shoulders and his thumbs tracing idle shapes into the fine hairs along the back of her neck.

“And these! Here, and everywhere! Hints of lovely, lovely bone! Such a tease.” Papyrus murmured, indulging along Naomi’s collar bones and the top of her sternum much as he had along her neck. “Shapely and strong, yet they blend right into this mythical softness!” He nuzzled where the skin gently swelled away from muscle and bone, rubbing his teeth along the curve of her breasts much as he’d done with her cheeks, indulging in the feeling before biting less gently at the cup of her sports bra. “And this! More teasing!” He huffed and settled his face in Naomi’s cleavage, sadly surrendering to an impossible barrier and as if one of his hands wasn’t already sliding down along Naomi’s back, seeking permission to slip under and undo the clasp. Naomi arched her spine to grant the request, also lifting her breasts up to better cushion her lover and drew a triumphant, “...nyeh!” as he burrowed in the softness; satisfied and pleased with Naomi’s breasts as if they were ample and matronly rather than the modest offerings of a lifelong athlete.

Beneath her, Papyrus’s slender fingers easily undid the hooks of her bra. The straps came loose and Papyrus set to nuzzling the material out of his way while the hand beneath traced what it could reach of Naomi’s spine. He hummed against the soft skin before licking and gently drawing one of her nipples between his teeth. Papyrus nibbled and tugged at the sensitive nub until Naomi gasped and squirmed, trying to get away from him but forced to keep her back arched by the teasing of his hand along her back. The only response she got for her efforts was for Papyrus to switch his attentions to the other breast, working that nipple over until Naomi was ready to cry, moaning and kicking at the bedding beneath them.

“So lovely.” Papyrus murmured again. His voice was level, but the darkness of his sockets had begun to pale and when he lifted himself to kiss Naomi again on the lips, an unmistakable bulge pressed up between her legs, making her whimper into his mouth.

She squirmed and tried to hook a leg over his to get some leverage to grind against him, but Papyrus easily caught that leg and turned his attention to it. “Look at this!” He proclaimed, leaning back and pulling away from his incredibly frustrated human so he could use both hands to examine the captured limb. “Beautiful! Such lovely form!” He nuzzled her kneecap and dragged one hand down the swell of her calf. “So strong, yet elegant. Mettaton would be insanely jealous if he suspected a human had such impossibly marvelous legs, and here they are! Truly the most perfect set in the world!” He fondled her leg admiringly, taking in the shape and feel as if it were fine art. “I love to watch these legs as they run around the paths of the campus! I love to see them prettily flashing beneath flouncy skirts!”

“Papyrus!” Naomi complained when he lifted her leg still higher, bringing her foot up to his face so he could nuzzle her ankle as well.

“I remember that pretty silver bracelet you wore here.” Papyrus recalled, nipping at the skin enough to make Naomi squeak and try to pull her foot away, but Papyrus’s grip was as strong as the rest of him and he didn’t budge, only turned and gave Naomi a look making her painfully aware of how this position spread her legs to him with nothing between her and that strength but two thin pieces of fabric. “The little moon pendent flashed and the little chain over your precious foot was extremely distracting.” He lowered Naomi’s foot to the mattress before crawling back over her as a new flush darkened Naomi’s skin. “I nearly fumbled one of my projects later that day thinking about it, about you.”

When his face was nearly level with Naomi’s again, he lowered his weight over her, settling that same bulge into place between her legs and holding intense eye contact as he ground hard against her, dragging out a moan from his human before continuing. “You distract me, even when you aren’t there. I’m forced -delightedly so- to think about you in class, at my house, in my dorm, everywhere! I think about your charm, and your kindness, and your whit! I think of you more often than I would have thought about anyone before I met you. I also think about how wonderful it feels when your long, beautiful legs hold me tight with my magic deep, deep inside you.”

 Naomi whined and gripped the blankets as Papyrus ground against her again, then pulled away. Before she could utter a complaint, his hands were on the hem of her shorts, reaching under to catch her panties as well before pulling the last of her clothes off, scooting easily along the sheets to ensure the entirety of her legs were bare. “And as I love and think about every part of you, I also think about this part!”

He gave Naomi no time to prepare before he was between her legs again. She cut off a scream by shoving a fist into her mouth as Papyrus licked firmly up from her seeping cunt over her clit before reaching under one leg to firmly grip her hip and hold her steady as he almost immediately slid that same tongue inside her.

Naomi bit hard on her hand, barely suppressing herself and nearly drawing blood as she thrashed against the onslaught of Papyrus inside her. His tongue wasn’t human nor even truly physical; it wasn’t restrained to maintaining the same general size and shape and he didn’t have enough experience to bother trying. He delved with his tongue deeper than some of her previous lovers had ever managed with their cocks, easily pressing back against areas that set Naomi to trying to buck against Papyrus, only for his hand to continue to hold her firm as he completely ravished her. She was crying by the time her body had enough and she groaned against the meat of her hand as she came. Gently, Papyrus withdrew his tongue and continued to lick gently as Naomi trembled and whimpered through her orgasm.

He waited patiently as she caught her breath save for the hitch every time he gently rubbed over her clit. Finally she was coherent enough to look down at him, intending to speak, only to see his other hand hadn’t been idle. He’d managed to unbutton and kick off his pants and shoes while driving Naomi crazy and when he saw she was back with him, Papryus sat up and pulled off his shirt, exposing bones Naomi herself thought of as long and elegant. Once his skull was free of the material, he pinned Naomi down with that same heated look from before. “It’s true, I love every part of you.” He repeated, dropping the shirt messily over the side as if he weren’t the type to compulsively clean and tidy. “I love you.” He leaned up and kissed Naomi’s belly. “I love you.” He kissed her sternum between her breasts. “I love you.” He took the hand she’d been biting and kissed the tooth marks before gently pressing it into the bed beside her head. “I love you.” Papyrus said, kissing her lips, gently at first, then more heatedly, demandingly stirring up the fire that had hardly dimmed. “I would make love to you, worship you every morning, afternoon, and night if I thought my lovely, humble little human would let me.” He kissed her again, long and slow and he used his legs to adjust his position, then huffed as he reached down to maneuver himself, sliding the tip of his cock through the slick fluids Naomi could still taste on his tongue. Gently he pressed into Naomi’s cunt, still sensitive and dripping from her first orgasm. Naomi groaned as he filled her. His tongue was impressive, but the cock he manifested even more so, stretching her deliciously until her breath hitched at the edge that could easily but never quite reached pain.

Their first time together, his first time at all, was only a couple months prior. Even then, he’d made up for his inexperience with his attentiveness to Naomi and pushing himself to his limits for her pleasure. Since Spring Break, Papyrus’s skill had increased by leaps and bounds. He was still as focused on Naomi as ever -and his endurance hadn’t lessened any... The idea of him doing this to her every day was both addictive and terrifying; she’d never survive but it would be so good.

Papyrus caught Naomi’s other hand and in a mirror of the first, pressed it to the mattress beside her. There wasn’t a lot of pressure on either wrist, even compared to Papyrus’s skeletal weight. Not once did she feel trapped or even restrained, only compelled to heed his earlier words and clench at him as tightly as she could with her legs. “Papyrus...” She whimpered. He’d held still for her to adjust, maybe too long. She needed him... “...pap...”

“Nyeh heh.” He chortled softly, then began to move.

He started with slow, long, deep thrusts that made Naomi sigh in pleasure. Gradually, he shifted the pace, speeding up and changing the depth and angle. He was incredibly attentive to Naomi, reading her and responding as if Naomi’s reactions were a script he’d written. Short and shallow, teasing the front of her passage. Hard, deep thrusts leaving her crying out and bucking against him. A pace that matched or countered her breathing. Rolling his hips as he withdrew. He did anything he already knew Naomi enjoyed and would freely try anything new for her reaction, all the while nuzzling and gently nipping along her throat and breasts, murmuring soft ‘I love you’s or “So beautiful.” He sounded so calm, yet sweat gathered on his bones, trickling along shafts and planes of bone before dripping hot onto Naomi’s skin, just as damp as she panted for breath, moaning and whimpering.

“My sweet human...” He murmured into her neck. “Hold me just like that.”

Naomi whined. She couldn’t hold him. Her legs wrapped around him as tightly as they could, instinctively trying to hold him, keep him closer. She was far from weak and clung to him so tightly she was sometimes surprised she never bruised, but Papyrus easily overpowered her to draw away before sinking his magic back into her only as fast and as far as he chose. At the moment, it was pretty slow and shallow, relying on a deep roll of his pelvis which made holding him even harder for Naomi.

“Such a beautiful voice.” Papyrus repeated the earlier compliment Naomi had been so weak against. “I love to hear it when you laugh, when you encourage others, when you count off how far we’ve run together, when you teach me things about humans or college. I love listening to you all day long and daydream about your voice as I work...

“...pap...” Naomi puffed, but he suddenly changed to fast and deep, startling a loud yell from her. “PAPYRUS!”

When her voice cut off again and she gasped for air Papyrus released one of her hands to reach between them, easily finding and rubbing two fingers firmly on either side of Naomi’s clit as he added, “... especially when you sing so sweetly.”

Naomi wasn’t sure what noise she made next. She was enveloped in a ripple of pleasured fire as she came hard, clutching Papyrus’s arm with her free hand as she curled up, pressing her face into the bones of Papyrus’s shoulder as her hearing blanked and her eyes clenched shut. She was barely aware of Papyrus nuzzling the side of her head but she heard clearly as his faint trembling turned into a full body rattle and he slammed into her again before she felt the accompanying surge of warmth sent another wracking wave of pleasure through Naomi she didn’t know if it was another or a return or the previous orgasm.

They clung to each other for a moment, trembling and panting. As soon as she was able, Naomi pulled her face away from Papyrus’s shoulder, only to cup a hand behind his skull and urgently tug him to her for a desperate kiss. The weight on her remaining hand increased as Papyrus returned the gesture, his inhuman tongue wrapping around hers as they both fought not for dominance but just to be a little closer a little longer.

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The skeleton monster leaned heavily on the bar, blinking slow and running a hand over his face with a rough noise that made several nearby humans cringe. Beneath his bulky leather jacket, the monster’s breathing was slow and careful. He stared at his shot glass with a single dimmed eye light like he was hoping it would go away.

The human smirked, though sometimes the smirk slipped and he looked ill before remembering to smirk again. He sat up straight and tall in his barstool, stable as a post. Snorting derisively, the man picked up the next shot glass and fired off a wink at the worrying woman before throwing back the clear liquid in one confident gulp and slamming it on the bar to the renewed cheers of his supporters.

Between the two rested twelve empty beer bottles and now twenty empty shot glasses next to four shots of clear liquid. Around them gathered a crowd of humans. Many of the humans cheered for the human and jeered at the monster, a few cheered for the monster, most just cheered for more drinking. Nearby, a young woman crossed her arms at the spectacle, scowling her judgment.

Sighing, the skeleton monster reached for his next glass and gave it a long, tired look before drinking, the booze sliding past golden fangs and disappearing despite the momentary glimpse up through the underside of his jaw as he finished the glass off. He didn’t so much slam the glass back on the bar as feebly allow it to drop. Again the man’s supporters jeered louder and the monster’s few supporters begged him to hang on just a little longer.

As the human reached for his next glass, the bartender walked past, dropping a basket of buffalo wings slathered in barbeque sauce on the bar beside the skeleton monster. The human drinker was sneering, readying some snide comment or another, when the spicy sweet, greasy smell of the food hit him. Immediately the color drained from his face. In quick succession his face went from slightly flushed, to pale white, to sallow yellow, and finally taking a greenish hue before he shoved away from the bar and ran to the restrooms.

The crowd exploded, cheering regardless of whom they’d supported. Their cheers gradually fell silent as they noticed the monster... finishing off the last two shots of booze without effort before cheerfully tossing some of the barbeque chicken wings into his mouth -bones and all. His eyes were still a little sleepy, but his remaining eye light was now bright and zeroed in on the tangy sauce.

The judgmental human woman scowled, glancing at the bathrooms with a shake of her head before taking the abandoned barstool. “You shouldn’t have done that. It wasn’t nice.” Jamie scolded.

Mutt smiled at his adorable little human. “Aw, darlin’, you know I couldn’t let him get away with trying to embarrass you in public.” As the crowd disbursed back to their seats, they missed the edge to his voice. “If that bastard keeps coming to me thinking to ‘win’ you, I’ll be even less nice about it.”

Jamie sighed and gave Mutt’s jacket sleeve a tug. He obediently leaned over and she planted a kiss on his cheek bone. Mutt closed his eye sockets and though skeletons weren’t supposed to purr, he made a sound that came very close. “Don’t do anything that might land you in jail, puppy-love.” Jamie scolded. “Finish your wings so we can go before he decides to try anything else.”

“Almost done.” Mutt promised, tossing another between his teeth before offering his human the last. She smiled fondly and shook her head. He was nearly as cheerful at being allowed to keep his food as he was to receive the kiss. The wing was gone as quickly and easily as the rest. He licked his fingers clean of sauce, then used a paper napkin to wipe them clean of being licked before holding a hand to his lady. She took it and they walked out of the bar with her leaning her shoulder against his arm, nearly dwarfed despite being of average height. Someone whistled, which made Mutt duck his head into the ruff of his coat and Jamie giggled. Neither moved to separate.

Outside was quiet. It was too late for most people to be out, too early for the hardy party goers and heavy drinkers to be heading home yet. Mutt and his human continued to walk hand in hand, gently leaning against each other for a block or so before turning into a relatively clean alley. Jamie moved to take Mutt’s other hand and closed her eyes for a shortcut- they made her dizzy with her eyes open. Instead of being magically transported elsewhere, she was met with a kiss. Gentle and soft, then gradually becoming pleading and hopeful, Mutt pulled back to smile at his girlfriend as she opened her eyes. “I know you’re no trophy to be won in a dumb contest... but can I have my prize anyway?”

She frowned. “You want a reward for tricking an idiot into trying to out-drink a monster? With plain alcohol?”

Mutt grinned. “No, darlin’. A good jape is its own reward... but I did drink quite a bit embarrassing your ex in public. Six bottles of beer... thirteen ounces of Ever clear.... had a couple of drinks before that... not a bit of magic all night...”

Her eyes widened, cheeks coloring at the implications. Still, she was reluctant to surrender the moral high ground just yet. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that much Ever clear can be?”

“Don’ worry darlin... most of it’s out of his system by now.” Mutt assured her, grinning shamelessly, pulling her a little closer and sliding his hands up her arms.

Jamie scowled. “That was very dangerous.” She insisted. “The beer alone is more than he can usually handle but all those shots? What were you thinking?”

Mutt chuckled, “Give a fool a rope and he’ll hang himself? T’was all his idea.”

“You toyed with him. Manipulated him into increasing the bet!”

“Yep.” Mutt agreed, smugly pleased as he linked his fingers loosely behind her neck, keeping her close enough to rest his forehead on hers and admire her angry face. She growled at him, a tiny sound Mutt always found cute. “He just kept adding it up... I drank it all down.” His grin only grew more crooked. “And you know darlin’, Monsters just don’t get anything from human alcohol. Runs right through me... It’s like I chugged down more than twelve glasses of water... gotta go somewhere...”

Her face was flushing more by the minute and with that last comment she visibly swallowed. Still, stubborn, she insisted, “No more drinking contests. No more any contests with me as a prize!”

“Darlin’ we both know the only way to win you is to win your sou- em ‘heart’.” Mutt chuckled at his slip, then nipped gently at his human’s nose. “I believe I already won that.”

Her expression softened though her face only reddened further. “You’re dodging.” She accused.

“Yes, I am.” Mutt agreed, nuzzling along her cheek and down the side of her throat. He had to bend down pretty far to do this but considered it worth the effort. “Please darlin’?” Mutt coaxed, allowing his voice to rumble deep, knowing it would make her shiver. He darted out the tip of his tongue, flicking it against her delicate skin. “Please? I can’t wait for long, and it feels so good for both of us... please?”

“No wonder they call you ‘Mutt’.” Jamie snapped, pushing him away from her throat only to drag him into a deep, heated kiss.

Mutt hummed, almost purring again, into the kiss. He shifted his hands from behind her neck down her back to her ass, which he gave a healthy squeeze before sliding his fingers up under Jamie’s blouse to her waistband, following it around to the front where he quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, then smoothed his hands down over her thighs, pushing down pants and panties in a single motion before allowing his hands to return to Jamie’s ass and boost her up. Jamie hummed contentedly, the new positioning helping her return Mutt’s kisses and spar with his fantastic, inhuman tongue. She could taste the last traces of the bar’s barbeque sauce on it and she was fairly certain she understood why he’d wanted to try this particular bar.

Assuming he hadn’t been expecting to run into her ex...

Still annoyed, Jamie drew back her lips and bit down -almost gently- on the tongue in her mouth. Mutt yelped and retaliated by pressing Jamie up against the alley wall until he nearly forced the breath from her. She’d been trying to get a shoe off with one hand so she could kick the leg free of her pants, and the move against the wall forced her to spread her legs wide as Mutt pressed his still clothed pelvis against hers. Growling again, Jamie managed to wrench the shoe off, then shifted over to pull Mutt’s shirt up. He was still wearing his leather coat, but Jamie didn’t have to look to know the space between her boney boyfriend’s ribs and pelvis was faintly alight with a formless muddy reddish orange. She trailed her fingers through the space and Mutt shuttered hard, pulling away from their kiss and barely holding Jamie up with one hand and his blue magic as he scowled at her.

“That was dirty play.” He accused.

“So was what you did in the bar.” Jamie reminded him. “No more drinking contests with human alcohol.”

Mutt’s lower jaw jutted forward as far as the false teeth on top would allow as he pouted. “Really? No fai-AYE!”

Jamie trailed her fingers through the magic in his abdomen as if she were playing a harp. Mutt yelped and clung to her, grip on her ass tightening until his claws drew pinpricks of blood. Despite the pain, Jamie managed to keep her voice level as she insisted, “No more alcohol drinking contests.”

Mutt whined and nodded into her shoulder. “Okay! Promise! Really. Darlin’, please darlin’...”

“You want me to stop?” She purred, smirking.

Mutt hesitated, then shook his head.

“Aw... puppy-love.” Jamie cooed, gently curling her fingers. Mutt groaned and held Jamie tight, the front of his pants rapidly tightening as his cock formed and ground the lump of his covered zipper against Jamie’s exposed crotch, making her hiss and rock her hips against him, the near pain disbursing like small ripples of flame beneath her skin and leaving a steady burn of arousal.

She half expected to finish like that when Mutt growled again, frantically reaching down to yank one of Jamie’s pantlegs off before pulling away to boost Jamie higher on the wall. It was her turn to yelp as he lifted her enough to rest her thighs on his shoulders -dizzyingly high with how tall Mutt was- then plunged his tongue into her, tearing a yell from Jamie. Both from experience with Jamie and natural talent, Mutt’s tongue sought out, pressing and rubbing over every sensitive area Jamie’s body kept hidden from the inexperienced or inept. The infamous ‘g-spot’ was pressed more firmly than human tongue or fingers could manage as Mutt ran the fronts of his top teeth over Jamie’s clit, making her yell as she clung to him, nails scratching at the back of his skull. Further in he rolled his tongue and pressed against her walls until she was whimpering and bucking helplessly against him, but he easily held her up despite the frantic movements.

Jamie released Mutt with one hand and flailed, slapping the wall behind her and scratching mindlessly at the brick, shuddering with her oncoming orgasm, only for Mutt to pull away at the last possible moment, humming contentedly as she panted and whined. “...Puppy... please...”

Gently, Mutt lowered Jamie, careful not to let the rough brick drag her shirt up and scrape her back. He stopped when they were face to face with each other, high enough that Jamie’s feet wouldn’t have been able to reach the ground even if she hadn’t wrapped her legs around him to hold him closer. He brought the hand she’d scratched at the wall with to his teeth and gave the fingers a gentle kiss where they’d been scrapped nearly to the bleeding. “Darlin’? Tell me what ya want.”

Jamie whined again and pulled him closer to give him a quick kiss. “Puppy, please. Please. I want you to mark me.”

Mutt nuzzled her nose with his teeth, making her whine again. “Mark you how, sweet darlin’? Tell me.”

“Please.” Jamie repeated, using his name to beg, “Please, Papyrus. Mark me like my puppy, my hound. Please, inside me...”

Mutt’s happy purr was much closer to a growl this time as he kissed her again, pressing her back against the wall as his tongue sought hers, pressing firmly between her cute, blunt little teeth and finding her tiny little tongue to play with and utterly dominate. He pulled her legs tighter around where the soft human flesh met the resistance of his coat filled in with magic and her slick cunt was greeted by his stiff magic formed into a cock. He’d lowered his pants while working her over with his tongue, much to their mutual delight. Mutt rocked his hips, rubbing firmly over her crotch and gathering moisture though it wouldn’t be enough to coat him completely.

Jamie whined into the kiss and rocked her hips until Mutt pressed her hard enough against the wall to still her. She responded by gripping the shoulders of his coat and pulling him still closer. Mutt took his cock in hand and slid along its length, trying to spread his human’s fluids and his own precum enough to ease things along before using his thumb to help guide the large head into her tiny, tight little entrance. Jamie yipped and flinched hard when she felt the sharp claw brush over delicate flesh, but she moaned richly into Mutt’s mouth as he pressed into her.

It was like pressing into a soft, delightfully warm, and dripping wet vice. Mutt was already big, but Jamie clenched down on him hard, making the experience of that first penetration more intense until it was so much sweet agony. He couldn’t seat himself the first time, it was too much for either and when he paused they both needed a moment to adjust.

“Oh... puppy.” Jamie murmured. Mutt couldn’t remember breaking the kiss to rest his skull on her shoulder. Finally he began to move, slow at first as Jamie gradually relaxed for him, humming contentedly as he filled her again and again, a little more each time. Finally he slid into her until fully sheathed, now finally so close he could feel her fluids slip down his own femur.

He nuzzled her neck, shifting his hands to more firmly grip her thighs. “Ready?”

“Yes. Puppy, please!”

Mut rocked back, withdrawing until he could feel the head of his cock pulling back against Jamie’s tight opening. Jamie whined, clutching at Mutt’s shoulders and trying to pull him back. Without further warning, Mutt began thrusting hard and fast, forcing harsh cries and shouts from Jamie. He held her with her hips canted, allowing him better access and keeping her bare ass off the brickwork as he fucked her into the wall.

It didn’t take long for either of them. Jamie’s moan was cut off abruptly as her breath caught and she clutched at him, biting at the shoulder of his leather jacket. Mutt’s pace stuttered as he felt her tightening and twitching around his cock and with a high groan he thrust one last time, hard and deep, pressing Jamie against the wall with his weight before whining with relief. Jamie’s hips rocked against Mutt and she moaned as she felt herself being filled with hot magic, pouring into her until the liquid spilled out around Mutt’s cock and began dripping to the ground -deep burnt orange at first, gradually paler and more clear as the magic was diluted.

“...mmmm, darlin’...” Mutt finally hummed, nuzzling his fangs against Jamie’s throat. “Hmm, feels good. Thank you darlin’.”

Jamie hadn’t caught her breath. “...puppy...” She panted. “...oh puppy-love.”

“Mm.” Mutt continued to nuzzle his human, occasionally adding a lick or the gentlest of nips. “How ‘bout my place to clean up?” He suggested. Experimentally he rocked his pelvis, slipping his cock in and out of Jamie no more than an inch. She whimpered, but rocked back against him, as ready to go again as he. “Eventually, anyway...”

Jamie hummed back at him and rocked her head against his shoulder in the negative. “M-no. Your brother’s home, remember?”

“He won’t be for long.” Mutt promised, shoulders shaking with a snicker. “’n’ yer neighbors are obnoxious.”

Jamie hummed in thought, but the way she rolled her head back to allow Mutt better access to her neck was a good sign she wasn’t feeling as argumentative as earlier. Mutt didn’t bother trying to coax her further; in a moment the alley was empty, just as it had been before save for the puddle that had splattered on the concrete and a single women’s shoe.

Several hours later Mutt returned to the alley wearing nothing but a towel, snatched the shoe, and left the alley empty again.

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For Papyrus and Naomi it wasn’t so much ‘popping the question’ as it was ‘long and intimate conversations.'

There were legends. Humans and monsters had intermarried at some point, but so long ago it was only legend, almost pure myth. Toriel and Asgore were too young to remember anything about such relationships before they were deemed worse than taboo. Gerson might be old enough but, when asked, he only laughed.

Alphys didn’t have anything in her research on souls. Sans deflected hard any mention of having been a research scientist.

That left Naomi and Papyrus with no alternative but to talk, plan, hope, and dream.

Papyrus, as a monster, wouldn’t feel the same fulfillment from signing a piece of paper in front of an important stranger. If his human wanted the ceremony, the dress, the matching flowers, the music, centerpieces for the reception and doves released as they left on a glorious and romantic honeymoon to... ahem... if Papyrus’s human wanted a human wedding Papyrus would accommodate, but it wouldn’t mean the same to him. A human ceremony wouldn’t create the kind of bond he longed for with his date mate. He was selfish. He wanted to feel the same connection the Doggi’s felt. He wanted that connection with Naomi.

But Naomi was human. Her soul was exponentially more powerful than any monster soul, but in a striking paradox it was entirely vulnerable to a monster’s soul. It was what sparked the ancient War in the first place; the threat of a monster soul absorbing a human soul. Not only would this turn Papyrus into a horrible creature only vaguely spoken of in the carvings of Waterfall, but there wasn’t even a shred of myth about what this would do to Naomi.

So, they talked. They talked over every detail of how they might make this work between them. They talked about the possibility of conceiving children. They talked about being unable to conceive children. They talked about Naomi to settling in Ebott. They talked about someday working together, despite their different fields. They talked about Papyrus growing old with Naomi. With tears, they talked about Papyrus surviving Naomi’s death, so Sans would not be left behind.

They talked, they planned, they dreamed, and they hoped.

And they set a date. The night of Naomi’s graduation. Though Papyrus had a couple more years of school left, Naomi was ready to leave college and excited to begin carving the life she would share with Papyrus.

The ceremony was simple, the speeches forgettable. The graduates marched across the stage in order of their level of education, major, and name, receiving diplomas and shaking hands with the faculty as friends and family cheered. The loudest cheers were for a young man who’d graduated despite great personal tragedy, the a business major who was the first monster to graduate a human college, and Naomi -because nobody cheered louder than Papyrus. He shouted so loud the audience was momentarily stunned into silence, a silence Sans cheerfully filled with kazoo fanfare.

After the ceremony Naomi, her family, and the skeleton brothers enjoyed dinner at the MTT Original Surface Resort where they wined, dined, and laughed at a brilliant comedy performance by... Sans the skeleton. Sans barely dodging the hook and scooting off stage queued the DJ and soon the floor was filled with dancers, Naomi and Papyrus shining among them.

Too soon, Naomi was saying goodbye to her family as they returned to their hotel for the night. Naomi and Papyrus also went to their hotel room: a lavish suite high in the MTT resort tower. Naomi unlocked and opened the door, but before she could go in Papyrus caught her hand and pulled her back to him, sweeping her up into his arms and affectionately nuzzling her nose with the ridge of his nasal bones before carrying her into the suite and kicking the door shut behind them. The Do Not Disturb sign fell into place almost as if by magic.

Inside, Papyrus set Naomi down and gave her a spin that set the skirts of her silver gown swirling. As she came back to him, Papyrus caught her by the waist holding one hand up and gazing happily into her eyes as they danced together in the silent room before indulging in a long, tender kiss.

“I love you in silver.” Papyrus told Naomi, not for the first time that evening.

“Only in silver?” Naomi teased.

“I love you in every color, even the ones that clash!” Papyrus promised before leaning close and rising to his toes to whisper, “And I love you out of those colors, as well.” He guided Naomi into another spin, finishing with a long, low dip he accompanied with a long, slow kiss.

Naomi hummed into the kiss, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around Papyrus’s neck as she savored the taste of his magic. She pressed a little closer to him as they stood until she could almost feel his ribs through his suit. When she trailed her fingers down his neck vertebrae, Papyrus shivered and stepped back, loosening his hold on her waist regretfully. “We have plans, I believe?”

“Hmm, yes.” Naomi agreed. She released Papyrus only to hook her fingers through his in a loose handhold, which they maintained as she stepped out of her heels and Papyrus easily toed off his fancy shoes. They retreated to the bedroom, taking a moment to appreciate the decorations and decor before setting a candle on one of the nightstands, lighting it, and turning out the lights.

By the light of the candle, they carefully undressed each other. Naomi untied Papyrus’s bow tie, unbuttoned his vest and shirt, removed the cummerbund. Papyrus undid the tiny buttons down Naomi’s back and removed the comb and pins holding her hair up. They kissed softly before Naomi unhooked and pushed Papyrus’s pants down. He nuzzled her shoulder after pushing the straps of her dress off and allowing the gown to fall to the floor. Papyrus’s undershirt and the boxers called for another soft kiss. Naomi’s longline bra earned another nuzzle to the crease between her shoulder blades and the scrap of lace and string pretending to be underpants earned her a fiery look from normally dark sockets now sparking with light.

Again Papyrus swept Naomi up in his arms, and though she was carried by and pressed against long narrow bones, somehow they didn’t dig into her skin as they ought to, just as Papyrus somehow managed to carry her to onto the giant MTT Star sized bed -approximately three times the size of a human ‘California King’- and set her in the middle of the mattress without awkward crawling or shuffling. By now, Naomi had mostly stopped marveling at such feats and only focused on Papyrus and how it felt to have him so close to her. He was warm, not just physically but in a way that washed over Naomi inside and out, a kind of persistent wonder bordering on joy.

They both sat on the bed facing each other. They crossed their legs comfortably, which had Papyrus blushing faintly. They took each other’s hands and calmed their breathing.

“Ready?” Papyrus asked.

Naomi nodded.

Papyrus gave her hand a squeeze and the next moment what little color there was in the room washed away and they were cast in a black void. Streaks of lavender, unrelated their previous surroundings, gently framed Naomi. There were no lines or other decorations around Papyrus, but he positively glowed.

Between them appeared a white square, sectioning off a small field. Within the field rested a simple heart, purple, just a little darker than the lines around Naomi.

Across the field, Papyrus’s sockets softened. “I thought as much.” He murmured, full of wonder. He looked up at Naomi with warmth. “If we called it out without the protection of an encounter void, you would be unable to see it and I might very well be blinded! Nyeh-heh-heh!”

“That’s my soul?” Naomi asked, underwhelmed by the little thing.

“Yes! The culmination of your being. Everything that makes my precious human, manifest in a simple form.”

Naomi wasn’t sure what to feel about that... except vulnerable. However this was all working, she felt more vulnerable having that little purple heart glowing in that box than she ever felt simply being naked.

“Now!” Papyrus announced. “It is... my turn!” He nodded sharply.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then Papyrus took a steadying breath, nodded a second time, and narrowed his sockets. Soon there came a spark of light, and then another heart appeared in front of Papyrus. This one was inverted, flipped compared to Naomi’s. It glowed a beautiful golden orange and slowly moved from Papyrus to the field where Naomi’s heart waited. When it crossed the line creating the field, the beautiful color faded until the soul was plain white. Naomi looked from the hearts to Papyrus, concerned. Papyrus was blushing a soft pink as he looked over the field, and when he looked up at Naomi he smiled brightly with all of his previous hesitation gone. “Yes! The very culmination of your being! Everything I love about you!” He repeated. “Nyeh-heh-heh! My wonderful, warm human!”

His happiness helped to soothe Naomi’s fears and as she calmed Papyrus’s exuberant happiness softened. He moved and Naomi was suddenly aware of their hands, still linked until Papyrus released the one to step around the field and closer to Naomi.

“Now, our souls are protected and contained.” Papyrus assured her, retaking her hand.

“Together.” Naomi agreed. She inclined her head and Papyrus tilted his skull up so their foreheads rested against each other.

“Ready?” Papyrus asked again.

Naomi nodded. her forehead rocking against Papyrus’s made him snicker. She moved, tilting her head as she leaned down and kissed Papyrus again. Though normally gentle and sweet, something had definitely shifted since their last kiss. Naomi almost immediately whimpered, releasing Papyrus’s hands to wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer. Papyrus returned the embrace with one arm behind her back, the other reaching down to greet the leg she was rubbing up along his femur. He gripped her thigh, lifting it to hook over his pelvis and boosting her, dragging her nipples over a set of his ribs and drawing a hum from Naomi.

Beside them, the field protecting their souls gradually shrank, tightening and slowly pulling the two hearts closer together.

Papyrus reached down with both hands, lifting Naomi higher, allowing her to wrap both legs around his waist, resting her muscular thighs on his pelvis. She gave a small whimper as the position shift also forced them to break their kiss, but tried to satisfy herself planting kisses on every inch of Papyrus’s skull, giving a few tries at his technique of nuzzling affectionately. She loosened her grip on his shoulders and began exploring, running her fingers along his vertebrae and tugging at the ribs where they joined his spine.

Meanwhile, Papyrus was indulging in her breasts, nibbling and nipping at the skin and licking the stiffened nipples between his teeth one after the other, rolling them and playing until Naomi whined and pushed away from him, bowing her spine to get another searing kiss. Papyrus released her legs though he kept an arm around her waist and reached for one of the hands dipping fingers between his ribs and driving him mad. He took the hand and brought it between them, framing her fingers with his as he guided them between her legs.

Naomi moaned as she felt their fingers, two each, slip inside her. She tightened her legs, nearly closing them save for their joined hands and Papyrus’s spine. She tried to push their hands in further, to be filled, but Papyrus easily overpowered her, controlling their movements without harming Naomi. It was her turn to break their kiss as she arced her back, trying to get more. “Papyrus... please.”

Papyrus only took advantage of this to nibble and bite at her collarbones. “Mmm, my sweet...” Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he moved their joined fingers in and out of Naomi’s cunt, only to the second knuckle.

“Please, Papyrus, I need more.” Naomi begged.

“More?” Papyrus asked, slipping two more fingers inside.

Naomi whined, enjoying the stretch but Papyrus kept their fingers shallow. “Papyrus, love...” She complained. “I want you.”

Papyrus shivered, but remained strong, only increasing the tease by running his thumb up near her clit but not too close. It was just enough to have Naomi rocking her hips, but Papyrus was too swift, keeping their joined hands from slipping further in.

“Papyrus, baby, love, ...Naomi begged, finally bending and breathing next to his skull in a husky voice. “I need you.”

Papyrus released the arm around her waist to grab Naomi behind the neck and pull her in to a quick, deep kiss. Though there was nothing really supporting Naomi’s weight, she didn’t feel the pull of gravity or the threat of a fall. She felt supported, protected, and she felt Papyrus.

He withdrew their joined hands, turning them and wrapping their fingers around his magic, manifested into a long, thick cock. Painfully patient, he slid their hands, his hand holding Naomi’s, up and down the shaft, spreading the thin fluids from Naomi. He shivered at the sensation, but remained slow and steady. “What do you want?” He asked, voice low and tight.

“I want you, Papyrus.” Naomi whispered. “I want you now, body and soul.”

“And I want you, my sweet. Body, soul, for life.” Papyrus replied.

“For life.” Naomi agreed, then kissed him softly before adding, “At least.”

Together, neither leading, they angled Papyrus’s magic, smearing precum in with the liquid seeping from Naomi. Papyrus braced his free hand behind Naomi’s waist again and she locked her ankles. Together they embraced, driving Papyrus deep into Naomi just at their souls were pushed into touching within the field. Naomi shouted, clutching at Papyrus with her free arm and both legs. Papyrus grit his teeth, hissing a groan as he held Naomi close. Both were flooded with the sensation of penetrating and being penetrated, of their fingers interwoven and pressed between their bodies, and with the love they both felt for the other.

Flashes of memories flowed between them. How Naomi felt their first time together, her wonder as Papyrus chose to join their hands in nearly the same way. The quiet, burning anger when Papyrus saw Naomi’s poorly suppressed flinch against a hurtful insult. The glow of warmth both felt when her mother yanked Papyrus into a hug seconds after meeting them. Naomi’s heartache when a previous relationship didn’t work out. Papyrus’s vague fears whenever his brother got excited over the topic of physics.

Gradually the overwhelming sharing of feeling and memory eased. The other’s memories became one’s own and easy to put aside, their mutual love blended and blossomed into a single warmth, the sensation of entering and being entered... demanded to be answered.

Naomi whimpered and Papyrus groaned as he began moving. All the skill he’d learned from making love to Naomi previously seemed forgotten as he just tried to find a single, steady pace. Feeling his struggle, Naomi shifted her arm, pulling their joined hands from between them, releasing his and reaching for his spine just below the floating ribs. Together they moved, together they found a pace that gave them mutual pleasure and allowed them to draw the pleasure out, savoring the heat and tension even as they shared it. They didn’t need to share words to tell the other how good they felt, how wonderful they found the other. Together they felt the tension rising. Naomi groaned from deep in her throat and Papyrus echoed her. When Papyrus began whimpering, Naomi dug her nails into his spine, grounding him a little longer, helping him to hold on a little longer. When it started to be too much for Naomi and tears trickled down her cheeks, Papyrus combed his fingers through her hair and hummed soothingly.

The end came suddenly, their nerves exploding. Naomi keened, but continued to clutch at Papyrus, rolling her hips even as she shook and her head clouded, dragging Papyrus down with her, keeping his pace and even as his magic broke loose, flooding into Naomi until she was full and the extra slipped back out on him even as more hot liquid splashed against his pelvis.

They both slowed. Naomi whimpered and Papyrus felt her reluctance for this to end even as the duality of their experience faded and they regained their own minds and selves. He wrapped his arms around her again, holding her tight as they gradually became aware of the candlelight and the soft bedding beneath them. Papyrus’s magic gradually softened, losing form and dissipating, allowing more of his spent magic to leak from his mate onto his pelvis, alerting him to the fact that he was, in fact, lying on the bed with Naomi lying on top of him, clutching him as tightly as he held to her.

It was a long time before either of them spoke. Naomi broke the silence, her voice soft and a little fearful as she asked, “Did it work?”

Papyrus shifted, encouraging Naomi to sit up a little so he could look at her. He knew her HP was full to max, but he couldn’t see it. He’d always been able to see monsters’ and then humans’ HP, but he couldn’t see Naomi’s. Feeling inward, he tried to run a Check on his own stats, but the information was distant, numbers rather than constants, and it ran together with his awareness of Naomi’s HP.

He nodded. “It worked. Our souls are together, safe in the field of Encounter. They’ll be together, safely together, as long as we live.”

Naomi made a happy nose dropping back onto Papyrus -making him grunt- and wrapping her arms around him as she giggled in relief. “It worked! You’re safe!”

“And you’re safe.” Papyrus returned.

Still shaking with relief and joy, Naomi shifted her weight onto her arms, then kissed Papyrus. When she paused for breath, she allowed another short laugh. “I guess this means we’re married?”

Papyrus nodded, raising a hand to trace his fingers along the side of Naomi’s face. “Yes! No matter how far apart we are, we’ll always be together. You are now the wife of the Great Papyrus.”

“And nothing can take that away.” Naomi replied, kissing him again.

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Chapter Text

It wasn’t fair.

The first time in forever, over a year at least, she hadn’t been jerked awake by her alarm and all Sylvia could think about was how much she hated that alarm. She should be enjoying the moment’s peace, not gathering stress like a familiar but itchy blanket.

She huffed at herself, inhaled, and stiffened.

That was NOT her detergent. This was NOT her bed. Nor was this the cot in her office. Sylvia sat up and looked around. That cleared up exactly nothing. The room she was in looked like it had been hit by a very small, very filthy tornado. There were socks and garbage -especially ketchup bottles- everywhere. The bed she sat on was covered -sloppily- in expensive satin sheets smelling of cheap detergent heavy with chemical perfume. The dresser looked modern and chic under all the papers dropped on it. The drawers hung open and were empty save for what had fallen in from above. The whole place smelled of chalk and lavender just like the time she’d walked in on Dr. Aster in the break room and when she’d brought the team’s notes to his house to review.

… shit. She’d just done that. She was in Dr. Aster’s house after deciding to go ahead and fuck the skeleton.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! She was his boss! What the hell had she been thinking?! Just because he kissed her… no, she’d known why he was home that day and had gone over anyway… what the hell had she been thinking?!?!! She hadn’t! What the hell? WhatthehellwhatthehellfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!

No.

Stop.

She’d fucked up, majorly, but panicking wasn’t going to help anything.

Act. What’s important right now?

Alice.

Alice was always the most important thing.

Sylvia looked around and found her clothes had been piled more or less neatly beside the bed with her phone on top. She snatched the phone up, checked the time, and rapidly sent a text to her sister explaining she was going to be late and was SO sorry.

She sat waiting for a panicked response until Sylvia remembered; this time of day her sister was editing with music blasting. Alice wouldn’t have noticed Sylvia wasn’t home yet.

Chuckling in relief, Sylvia set the phone down and turned back to her clothes. Soon she was dressed and smoothing down her hair, trying to minimize the Walk of Shame^(TM) look as she ventured from the trashed bedroom. The hallway beyond sported several doors. One was decorated garishly in pink and sequins… who put sequins on a door? Sylvia passed the design nightmare and hurried down the hall, keeping her posture erect and all traces of shame or embarrassment from her expression… mostly.

The hall opened into a large living area. To one side was a living room with typical furniture, to the other side a kitchen and dining area. EVERYTHING was splashed with color, glitter, pizzazz, and glare. How did she not see how ugly the place was earlier? No wonder she’d woken up confused. Her brain was blocking out the décor.

As the only thing not garishly bright and sparkling, Sans Aster was easy to find. Dr. Aster sat at the table with a pair of glasses taped to his skull as he focused on his laptop and the papers Sylvia had brought. He would have been completely out of place in this calamity of an apartment if it weren’t for the pale, pinkish purple sweat dripping down his skull and the way he shifted in his seat. Sylvia could see him panting between gritted teeth as he forced himself to finish writing on one paper, then slide it aside for the next.

His focus shattered when Sylvia stepped forward. Dr. Aster jerked his skull up and one of the tapes gave out, letting the glasses on his face slide crooked. “Oh. Sy- Dr. Brink. You’re awake. I’m nearly done with the report… it will just be a minute…” He dropped his pen and fiddled with his glasses, trying unsuccessfully to get the tape to stick back on his sweaty skull.

He looked terrible. The shadows Sylvia thought were a natural feature of his skull had darkened to bruises under his sockets. Lavender-tinged sweat beading over nearly every bone of his skull and trailing along the sutures left him looking both shiny and clammy. It sparked an impulse more irresistible than when he’d kissed her earlier. Sylvia frowned and pressed the back of her hand to his frontal bone, only remembering after the fact that she had no idea what the average temperature of a skeleton monster was. Whatever, roll with it. “You feel warm.” Very warm. Were he human, she’d say feverish.

Dr. Aster had gone very still. Something about the stillness proved too much and his glasses fell off completely, bouncing off his tee shirt and clattering to the floor. “Uh… yes. That’s why it’s a ‘heat’. Fever’s common.”

She’d been right. “Should you be asleep or something?”

“Hm… yes. Something.” Dr. Aster agreed, eye lights pointing intentionally away from Sylvia. “But, um, yeah, I can get these reports done in just a minute… What?!”

Sylvia gathered the papers in question, batting Dr. Aster’s hands out of the way when he tried to interfere. “You’re not well. I was wrong to bring this over. I apologize.”

“What? No! I -I-I-” She tapped the papers together into a neat stack. Sans stared at her as if she were setting the research facility alight, not just scrambling a few reports which could be easily sorted later.

“You should be resting, not working.” Scolding words too familiar on her tongue to hold back. “Your health takes priority, even if you think you can push through you shouldn’t try.” She set the papers aside and looked him over more carefully. She’d only read a few papers on monster physiology and certainly wasn’t qualified to practice on any, but she was comfortable enough with the information and Dr. Aster personally to determine that his eye lights were unusually colored -the usual pale lavender edging closer to a rosy hue- and the lights’ shape was broader than typical for Dr. Aster. That must be from the LT contamination present in all adult monsters being more active. “You should rest. I’m sorry for interrupting halfway though your leave.”

“Don’t mention it.” Dr. Aster said, staring at her with an intensity that certainly didn’t feel analytical. His voice was husky and his eye lights flickered down. Definitely looking at her mouth. “I… should…” His jaw and skull shifted, giving the impression of swallowing.

Sylvia finally picked up on the signs he was dropping. “I’m bothering you, aren’t I?” She asked, backing up as she felt her skin warming to flush.

Dr. Aster groaned, one hand reaching for her for a moment before he slapped it back into his lap. “No. You don’t, didn’t…my fault.” He sounded strained. A bead of sweat trickled into his eye socket. He swiped at it irritably with a thumb, only smearing the trail. The other hand gripped the table firmly as if to hold the weird pink, black, and silver furniture over his lap…

… like a teenage boy covering a mid-day boner with his desk.

Sylvia’s blush darkened and -shamefully- her mouth watered. It was her turn to swallow. “Do you want me to leave?” She asked clearly. He should. She came uninvited on a thin pretense of professionalism at what was surely an embarrassing time and he was uncomfortable and…

And she hadn’t had sex since undergraduate school. The usual tension headache she picked up during the day was gone and -frankly- the memory of him breathing her name was still echoing within her.

“N-…ee-yeh…eh…” Dr. Aster’s hand was shaking and his eye lights were flicking all over the place except toward her.

Sylvia stepped back, taking more pressure off. “I will, if you want me to.”

His eye lights locked on her and for a moment he looked scared, then he closed his eye sockets tight and pushed the words out. “You don’t have to stay.” He opened one eye, a lazy wink. “Really, you’ve helped me out a skele-ton. My femur will break in no time.”

Sylvia’s mouth quirked, but there wasn’t enough amusement for a laugh. “I’m worrying about you, that’s not going to work. Do you want me to stay: yes or no?”

Dr. Aster opened the other socket. “Do you know what you’re offering? There’s really only two ways to get through this and neither of them is chicken soup and rest.”

“Okay, I thought I was being transparent but clearly not.” Sylvia said, earning a light chuckle from Dr. Aster. “I’ll be blunt then; do you want more sex to help burn off your heat?”

Aster’s smile dropped, his eye lights went still fuzzier and larger. “…god yes.” He wheezed, voice tight.

Sylvia jerked a thumb over her shoulder. “In your room then. This place is giving me a headache.”

“Heh.” Dr. Aster pushed back from the table and hopped down from the seat, confirming Sylvia’s suspicions. He’d pulled on a pair of track pants and a tee shirt, but either there was a lightsaber in his shorts or…

Dr. Aster held out a hand, grinning hopefully, color coming to his cheek bones in a decidedly non-sweaty way. Sylvia took the hand and he pulled her to him far more gently than he had at the front door, inviting rather than insisting she kiss him. She did. It was a brief kiss, just edging past chaste, almost sweet. When it was over Dr. Aster gave her another smile and gently pushed her away, only for Sylvia’s legs to hit something that hadn’t been there a second ago. Her knees buckled, dumping her back on that bed.

How?!

Dr. Aster was already crawling onto the bed, over her, his smile was still loose but there was a predatory edge to it. “Any time you want me to stop, just say ‘turmeric’ and -no matter what- I’ll stop. Deal?”

Sylvia blinked. A safe word? Holy shit, he was giving her a safe word?

“Say it.” He said, nodding encouragingly.

“Turmeric?” She repeated.

“Good. Any time you want to stop. No hard feelings. No conditions.” Dr. Aster promised. Sylvia nodded, still wondering what she’d gotten herself into that required a safe word. Sans leaned down and kissed her, again somehow soft and sweet. She wasn’t sure how he did it because when he drew back his teeth were just that, teeth on a skeleton. “Tell me what you want?”

Sylvia felt a spark of confusion, then embarrassment. She hadn’t had sex since undergrad school. And aside from a very short series of experiments, she didn’t have a clue. Sans obviously wasn’t an inexperienced young adult so… this probably called for an expert opinion. “What do you want?”

He blinked at her, as if the question being thrown back at him were either strange and alien, or not something he wanted to answer honestly before reasserting that smile Sylvia was beginning to suspect wasn’t honest. “Nah. You’re doing me the favor here, your choice… Sylvia.”

Sylvia shivered at her name coming from him, but still took a moment to think carefully. “And… what if I got off on knowing you were getting exactly what you wanted?”

The skeleton snickered. “I’m in heat. You don’t want what the LT is telling me to do.”

“Interesting hypothesis.” Sylvia snarked, then nearly swallowed her tongue when Sans shivered, bones faintly rattling. Did he just… really? Suddenly Sylvia had a hypothesis of her own. “We can’t determine the validity of said hypothesis without experimental evidence, however.”

Sans narrowed his eye sockets at her, eye lights still bright yet hazy. “What are ya doin?” He asked.

Sylvia smirked. “Introducing an independent variable.”

His eye lights brightened again, yet if anything they blurred further. “Okay, that’s it.” Sans said, sounding calmer than he’d sounded all day. He grabbed her shirt and yanked, buttons popped off in every direction. “I’ll sew ‘em back on later.” Sans promised before Sylvia even had the presence of mind to object, and then he was kissing her -hard- using the kiss to push her back onto the mattress as his hands roamed, easily and efficiently stripping her of her clothes while distracting her with a tongue too broad and flat to be this clever.

His tongue curled around hers, teasing, controlling, flooding her awareness with something sweet and tangy, unlike anything she’d tasted before except from him. She could still technically breath, but his work was so distracting when he pulled back Sylvia found herself gasping like she was coming out of a pool, leaving herself open for Sans to turn that tongue and mouth onto her neck, licking and nibbling as he pulled her bra off -again- and started fondling her breasts as soon as they were uncovered, gathering and feeling the weight of them before giving a slow squeeze that allowed the flesh to slip between his finger bones so he could rough over Sylvia’s nipples. At the same time he found a spot beneath Sylvia’s jaw she hadn’t known was so sensitive and was exploring it with teeth and tongue. The two sensations together caused her to kick a little while trying to clutch at Sans’ shirt, and he responded by firmly holding her down with a leg pressed up between her legs, causing her to yelp and pull Sans closer.

Sans grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away from him. He leaned back and smiled at her. “Remember,” His voice grated out, deeper than before. “Tur-mer-ic.”

“Turmeric, everything stops.” Sylvia repeated.

“There ya go.” Sans praised.

And then he moved their hands and Sylvia felt something pull snug over her wrists, binding them together and yanking them over her head. It was cloth and in no danger of hurting her, but when Sylvia looked up to see what it was -silky and blue- Sans took advantage of her distraction to take his weight off her and yanked her pants down to her ankles, but not off. Now her wrists and ankles were both effectively bound.

“Look at ya.” Sans purred, sliding a hand up Sylvia’s leg. The contact sent prickles of heat rippling out in a way that didn’t feel natural but was so good. His eye lights turned even rosier, quivering until Sylvia was sure they were changing shape. “Laid out like a treat. Bet you’re still wet and loose from earlier, aren’t you? All ready for me?”

Sylvia shivered, but nodded. Yes, she was wet. The fresh memory of him inside her made her muscles twitch almost painfully and beneath the teasing words he spoke now she could still hear the whispered feel me. When Sans’ fingers trailed over the sensitive crease of her thigh, Sylvia didn’t even decide to spread her legs for him. Sans chuckled and accepted the invitation, sliding his hand between her legs and slipping two fingers inside.

“Ah!” Sylvia gasped, startled. She wasn’t entirely sure what he had done, but not only was he inside her, but he was also squeezing the underside of her ass cheeks as his thumb traced around her clit. Something he really shouldn’t have been able to do while one hand was still in sight, pulling his shorts down to reveal that lavender cock she’d first caught a glimpse of in the break room just a couple months prior.

Sans snickered some more at her surprise. “Forget I’m not human?” He asked. “Got tricks no human could do.” His hand was moving, drawing a whimper from Sylvia as two fingers fucked her, and two more pressed on either side of her asshole while his thumb still played around her clit. Some part of her brain was freaking at how impossible this was, but the rest of her body took it as thrilling.

He leaned over, resting his weight on his free hand as he kept working her over with the other. Sans nuzzled his teeth against Sylvias breasts, giving them affectionate little cat licks as he kicked his shorts off. He nipped at the soft, prickling flesh before pulling his fingers from Sylvia’s cunt with a wet noise. Her muscles clenched tight at the loss, painful as a cramp. Sans’s grin was smug as he listened to her whine of complaint, eye lights shifting completely to inverted hearts -monster souls. Something glowed bright behind his white tee shirt, throwing the ribs beneath into relief. It was inhuman but not alien. Beautiful. “Last time I’m going to remind you. Turmeric and everything stops.”

“Please! I need... Please.” The words were out before Sylvia even though to beg. It was like Sans was pulling responses from her on a string.

“Okay.” The monster purred, gently pressing fingers slick from her cunt into her asshole. Sylvia yelped and yanked the scarf binding her wrists, kicked against the pants around her ankles, startled nearly to a yell before Sans covered her mouth with his, claiming a deep kiss and drinking her noises. His tongue swept in and again drove her to distraction as his fingers moved gently in and out. His thumb brushing over the skin near her cunt, searching out and learning every small sensitive point, coaxing her into relaxing, and even enjoying the intrusion.

While she was distracted between the kiss and this new sensation, Sans moved between her legs, her pants-bound ankles secured behind him.

Breaking the kiss, Sans didn’t give any warning before withdrawing his fingers in one moment, then driving his cock into her cunt the next. Sylvia’s yelp of surprise was half scream. Neither action hurt, but the rapid changes in sensation left her reeling.

Sans groaned, taking a moment to rest on Sylvia, kitten-licking a breast before adjusting himself, settling his weight on his forearms, braced on either side of Sylvia’s chest. Stupidly, as Sans began to draw back Sylvia feared for a moment he planned to pull out entirely as he done with her ass. She reflexively tried to wrap her legs around his waist, but her pants tangled and prevented her from doing so, only allowing her to spread her knees further for him. Sans was still free to move and he did so, thrusting into Sylvia with such force it drove her breath from her chest and shifted the mattress beneath them. Sylvia inhaled sharply as he withdrew, only for the breath to be driven from her with Sans’ next forceful thrust. Her next breath wheezed, barely coming in before being driven out in a strained grunt. Sylvia could feel each slap of Sans’ pelvis against her from her cunt up to her shoulders where Sans’ slender fingers dug into her shoulders, holding Sylvia close and allowing him to drive deeper.

Rather than fighting the scarf binding her hands, Sylvia clung to it. Her head rolled back, trying to get more air, but only succeeding in allowing each grunt and yelp to jolt free. There was no room to think, no pattern to adapt to. She was helpless, his to fuck as he pleased.

Except for the word that rested on the back of her tongue. Tumeric, everything stops. Sylvia could almost taste it every time she collected herself enough to glance down and she could see Sans looking back at her, watching for it. The idea that she could stop him, that she was letting him use her like this...

“Oh, that’s it.” Sans groaned when Sylvia tightened around him even as Sylvia whimpered at how the involuntary action intensified her awareness of him inside her. He eased off on the force of his thrusts, but picked up the pace, sliding quickly in and out until it almost burned despite the slick spreading over Sylvia’s thighs. Heat crawled through Sylvia, tension and agitation gripping along her core and spine, fogging her mind. Sylvia began kicking and struggling against her pants again, then moaning when her own struggles added to the tension. “Damn, you’re tight. Fucking hell.” Sans whined and again increased the strength of his movements.

Sylvia gasped, whimpered, and gasped again before pleading through clenched teeth, “s-Sans!” Heat crawled inside as the air cooled the dampness on her legs and ass. The need to pull Sans close and to get away. The bruising grip of his hands on her shoulders and the soft feathering of his shirt over her stomach. The fullness and stretch of Sans inside of her and the hollowness of her chest as she fought for more air. It was too much, it wasn’t enough. She was on the cusp.

Sans slowed.

“W-wha- Fuck! Sans! Don’t! Please, don’t stop! Sans, please.” There he went again, dragging Sylvia’s responses out before she even knew they were coming.

“Heh.” Sans panted, tilting his skull to smirk at Sylvia. He hadn’t quite stopped moving but his pelvis was hardly doing more than a gentle rocking. Sylvia was trying to chase him, but her legs were still useless. “What’s the word?”

“Sans!”

“Safety first and last, doc. What’s the word?” Sans teased.

“No turmeric! Turmeric and everything stops! No! Don’t stop! Please!” Sylvia didn’t have so much pride that begging in bed was unthinkable, she just never thought anyone would make her sound so desperate.

“Good girl.” The skeleton cooed, then snapped his hips forward, his pelvis slapping against Sylvia’s ass even harder before, drawing a cry from her even as she scooted closer to the headboard. She glanced up at it, trying to figure out how to brace herself with her hands tied. “Whoops, wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” Sans murmured. He pulled completely out, his cock making a faint peeling sound as it pulled free of Sylvia’s seeping cunt.

Sylvia barely had time to whimper a complaint, before Sans hooked one of her legs up and slid under as he easily flipped Sylvia onto her stomach. A sharp smack on her ass made her yelp again before Sans gripped her hips and hauled Sylvia to her knees. She was still trying to catch her breath when Sans slammed back into her, hilting at once with a wet squelch. He did pause, giving her a moment to adjust before drawing out and slamming back in, resuming his earlier forceful pace that left Sylvia clutching at the scarf now twisted tight around her wrists, her head pressed into her forearms as her whole body jolted forward with each thrust only to be yanked back onto Sans’ cock by his hands on her hips.

“Look. At. You. I fuck. How I want. And you take it.” Sans grunted the words as he moved. Sylvia whimpered and Sans groaned as she clenched around him. “Yes. Good girl. Just. Like. That.” He slid his hand down between them, finding her clit and rubbing over it briskly.

Sylvia screamed, trembling as she came hard and nearly losing her balance on her knees, but Sans caught her before either of them could be hurt. He slowed his pace as she clamped down on him and shook with her orgasm.

When she began to relax, Sans slowed further and carefully positioned her with her knees up toward her chest, resting on her shins. He slid her pants off her feet as he praised her. “There you go... good girl. That was beautiful.” Sylvia shivered again, Sans rubbed a hand over her back, soothing and appreciating. Sans was now moving his pelvis at a slow, slow drag, savoring the sight and sound of his cock slipping in and out of her. Some of the fluids seeping out from her orgasm were foamy white. “You’re absolutely creamy down there. So damned hot.” Sylvia couldn’t find it in her to respond. “You still with me? Heh, didn’t give you a green light phrase. How you doing?” Sans asked.

After a long moment, long enough that he started to actually worry, Sylvia hummed. “...m good. You... don’t stop.”

Sans’ grin stretched until even he wasn’t sure skeletons could grin that broadly. He rested a hand on the ass cheek he’d spanked earlier, giving the reddened skin an affectionate rub before sliding his hand over so he could circle her asshole with his thumb. It was still a little shiny from when he’d fingered her there earlier. He pressed against the little puckered hole until the pointed, distal bone slipped back inside, making Sylvia’s breath hitch. Sans stopped his slow, gentle thrusting and withdrew almost entirely from her cunt, making his intentions clear. “You sure? Still my choice?”

Sylvia hesitated. Again, she waited so long to answer Sans was sure it was going to be in the negative, but instead. “...don’t stop?”

Chapter Text

Laura didn’t resist as she was roughly shoved into her own apartment. The lamia skeleton monster she shared the apartment with followed and turned several tight circles in the entryway, wrapping his long, thick red tail around her thrice, both to keep her contained and to get his tail inside before slamming and locking the door. Only then did he train laser sharp red eye lights on Laura and finally deign to speak directly to her.

“S-stupid! Bad prey life!” He spat, a forked tongue flicking into view between his two most prominent fangs. “Mate no fly! Bad prey live! Dumb hunt prey! S-stupid fly hunt!” His broken, foreign English was made harder to understand by a heavy, hissing lisp. “Mate no fly!” He grabbed the front of Laura’s uniform and gave her one quick, harsh shake before proceeding to yank the buttons out of their holes and all but tear the blouse top and the blue undershirt beneath off before violently throwing them onto the floor. He gave her belt a similar treatment, though the belt was correctly hung on a sturdy hook capable of handling the extra weight.

“Saber, I’m sorry.” Laura told him, still not resisting as the monster hauled her off the floor, pinning her with one clawed hand to one of the coils of his tail.

“’S-sorry’.” The lamia mocked, narrowing his eye sockets in a way that both emphasized his scorn and the scarred slash across one socket. “S-sorry no s-stop hunt!” He nearly tore the sturdy zippers off Laura’s boots before yanking the boots off so hard Laura flinched, gritting her teeth in pain. The expression was gone before Saber scowled at her again, using both hands and a shove to push her back against the coil. “’S-sorry’.” He scoffed. Saber pushed away from Laura, only to grab her arm, nearly dragging her with him as he slithered further into the apartment, his tail trailing nearly fifteen feet behind him as it uncoiled from the entryway. “S-stupid! No hunt! Hunt bad prey!”

He continued to drag Laura into the bedroom, or where the bedroom was usually kept. Instead, there were a number of cushions, blankets, and a futon, lying on the floor in the Japanese style. In this room, Saber grabbed Laura’s pants and yanked them down, then hauled her bodily off the floor, leaving the pants and underpants behind. Again he coiled his tail around her, this time rearing up to much higher than his preferred six feet of height in the process as he smacked a hand against her chest repeatedly, not painfully but pointed. “Mate no fly! Bad prey live!” He held his hands up, claws curling as he struggled to find words. “S-stupid! Mate no fly!”

Laura held up her hands placatingly, half sitting and half held aloft by the lamia’s powerful tail. “Yes, you’re right. Bad prey live.” She agreed, then grit her teeth as the tail around her legs tightened.

“Yes-s! Yes-s! Bad prey live! Mate no fly!” Saber retorted bitterly. He grabbed Laura’s arm and yanked it down, pushing her until she was bent at the waist, trying to cling to his tail for balance or support even as it slithered around and under her. The tail was a magic construct, a permanent part of Saber’s body used for movement, fighting, and anything else a wild lamia would have needed in his own universe. Being able to regenerate easily, there was no need for scales to protect the construct and so friction was just a matter of Saber’s choice, and at the moment he chose to give Laura nothing she could securely hold. She was at Saber’s mercy as he arranged the two of them so she was sprawled over a length of his tail while he pressed against her back, still hissing angrily both the few words he could spit out in his anger and literal hissing.

“Mate no fly! Hunt prey!” He grabbed Laura’s ass, giving a harsh squeeze that might bruise before she felt something stiff and hot rubbing between her legs. The pain and the rubbing made her whimper, struggling fruitlessly again to get a grip on Saber’s tail as she felt an extension of his magic sliding up between her ass cheeks even as another slid down, bumping clumsily over the lips covering her clit, both leaving behind a hot slickness. “Hunt prey! Live die!” Saber asserted, pressing down on the helpless human with the weight of his torso, claws prickling along her ass.

“You’re right! You’re right!” Laura agreed, starting to tremble. “You are right. Saber, please!”

Saber drew himself up, pulling away from Laura long enough to line his two penises up where he wanted them to go, one against her asshole, the other against the dampened hole leading to her vagina. Saber pressed down with just enough to hold them without needing to use his hands before snapping, “Mate no fly! Live die! Dumb prey live!”

Again. Laura struggled to grab something, her hands sliding along the curve of Saber’s tail and her thighs clutching at him. “Yes! Dumb prey live! Saber... please!” She repeated.

“No move.” Saber warned, moving his hands to grab her hips. This gave Laura an anchor, allowing her to reach back and grab the bones on his wrists. Saber took a breath, and then thrust hard, hilting both of his cocks fully. Laura shouted, arcing her back and tightening her grip on Saber’s bones until her own hands where pale white. The stretch was sudden, but the slick he’d been spreading moments before prevented Laura from feeling any real pain.

Even as she was adjusting to the stretch and the intrusion, Saber was rocking, pressing his weight down onto and into her before relaxing and pressing down again. “Mate, my mate.” He growled, pushing Laura down with his weight and his hands until he dragged another whimper from her and she kicked helplessly. He felt when she parted that space between her legs and the rapidly hardening nub was ground against his tail, causing Saber’s mate to yelp and tighten around his lengths. She whined and after a few more rocking thrusts was starting to beg. “Saber, please, harder. Please, love, I need you.” Laura pled until the words ran together and she babbled less comprehensively than even Saber had been when he’d first come to this strange place where two legged creatures were the dominant species.  This place where he’d found a mate who practically sang like a bird when he thrust into her. Such a pretty mate who eventually released her grip on his wrists to go back to clawing at his tail until her short, cute little claws even managed to leave harmless scores through the magic.

“Mate, my mate.” Saber hissed, the pleasure of being inside and around Laura tightening his voice until the hiss was nearly a purr. He burrowed his face into the side of her neck, delighting in the way he could smell himself on her. When he was this close he could release her hips with his hands, pinning her with his body as he continued to rock and thrust, drawing non-words and mewls from her while he allowed himself to feel his soft mate with his hands. Warm and soft, but hard under the softness. A strong, good mate. Except on her chest, where his mate was soft under the soft, all her hardness on the little tips that made her shout and tighten again on Saber’s cocks, producing her own slick which was so very wonderfully different than Sabers. He loved to twist and sometimes bite these tips. Sometimes, he could please his mate with these tips without even forming a cock.

Again, Saber purred, thinking of how lovely his mate was when he pleased her, how surprised when he found a new way to do so.

“A-ah! Saber!” Laura whimpered when he pressed down on her while he gripped her soft chest, thinking of not only her loveliness and his fortune in finding her, but how close he’d been to losing her today. “Saber!” Anger coursed through him anew and he bore down again, pinning his mate with enough strength that she could hardly take in the air she needed to keep shouting his name.

She found plenty of air to scream, however, when Saber sunk his fangs into the muscle of her neck. Her sex trembled as her ass tightened down like it planned to bite Saber back. Saber groaned again and did his best to fill his mate, both from his cocks and his teeth, filling her with possessive magic until even the damned fleshy two leggers who only looked like but were not as wonderful as his mate would know Laura belonged to Saber! The great and terrible! Nobody would dare harm her! Nobody would dare touch her!

They stayed like that for many breaths, until Saber’s magic was well and truly in his mate and he carefully withdrew his fangs. He’d bitten her hard enough not only were there four puncture marks from his primary fangs, but there were scratches on her skin from some of the smaller ones and a bruise blossomed purple before the magic began healing her, making the bruise go away and ensuring she did not bleed from his bite.

As he began to feel sensitive, Saber gradually withdrew his cocks from his mate, allowing them to return to his magic as he rose up, carefully rolling Laura onto her back. She hummed at him, the magic from his fangs making her sleepy and relaxed. She held up her arms and Saber gratefully cradled into them. He’d taken to this ‘cuddling’ thing after their first time joining and had never looked back. As Laura settled her arms behind his shoulders, one hand up to idly pet Saber’s skull, he shifted his arms and tail until his mate was comfortable and secure in his grip.

They stayed like that for a long time until Saber remembered he’d been remiss. “My mate strong.” He murmured. “My mate jump strong.” Having vented his frustrations, more of the new words came to him. “Hatchling no prey, hatchling safe because my mate strong.” Some idiot flying beast monster tried to carry off a human hatchling... baby. Laura had used a park bench to jump high enough to catch the flying monster and held on until he’d tired out and returned the three of them -idiot monster, human baby, and Saber’s mate- safely to the ground. The other two leggers called her a hero. “My mate strong. My mate brave-hunt.” Saber told her, feeling a different warmth than earlier.

“Dumb prey live?” Laura asked, teasing.

“YES.”

Chapter Text

Some lunatic in Public Relations possibly Susan suggested turning the entire damned monster embassy into a Haunted House over Halloween weekend.

Kat was expected to attend the celebrations to ensure monsters weren’t being overworked, over offended, or given the opportunity to rifle through the Union office files. Since she had to be there anyway, she signed up as a scare actor.

Security kept a manifest of who was working, where, and in what costume. Captain Papyrus, who would also be on site all weekend... somewhere... would have that list and know how to avoid Kat.

Yes.

Kat was also avoiding the captain.

Yes.

It was cowardice.

No.

She had no intention of voluntarily facing what she’d done.

Cliche as it was, someone spiked the punch. Captain Papyrus was drunk when Kat dragged him into the woods. He was drunk when she left him unconscious in the woods. He was drunk when she...

Nope. Still not owning up to what she did. Not fully anyway.

Kat’s request for transfer out of the monster embassy was denied. Qualified humans comfortable working closely with monsters were rare. Rarer still were union employees eager to try their hand at being Union Rep in a monarchy with a known history of violence and totalitarianism. Finally, the unionized monsters didn’t want Kat replaced with a human they didn’t know. They trusted her.

And they continued to trust her. Despite Kat’s guilt, nothing happened. Neither monster guards nor human police came to drag her away for assaulting the captain. Every day it was more likely Captain Papyrus told no one of his experience. The captain himself seemed to avoid Kat just as she avoided him.

That was fine by Kat. She’d just keep her head low, do her work, and pretend she wasn’t the kind of person who took advantage of a guy when he was drunk.

Susan’s PR’s Haunted House plan was a hit. Ebott humans and monsters streamed through the Embassy in mixed groups; screaming, laughing, and screaming some more in full all weekend long.

The union offices were decorated to look derelict, long abandoned with splatters of blood beneath flour dust. Careful positioning of a pane of plexi-glass, several work lights, and lining the supply closet in black cloth created a Pepper’s Ghost Illusion for the guests. Being the only human in the office, the role of ghost fell to Kat.

Dressed in muted poodle skirt and high-tops, Kat would ‘appear’ from nowhere, trying to warn visitors away. She’d cover her eyes in despair as the axe murderer broke free of their hiding spot and chased the visitors away. Between acts, Kat wandered to and from her mark; making faces, dancing, clowning, and sometimes being rewarding with the sound of Whimsun and BP laughing at her ghostly reflection. She was amusing herself like this, dancing alone in the closet, when she heard a voice which didn’t belong in the Union offices.

“The haunt is closed.” Captain Papyrus announced, making Kat jump and turn to face the closet door though there was nothing for her to see but set pieces. “There is food for the actors in the main ballroom.” A pause, “WELL?! Are you two hungry or not?” His snarl was met with BP’s panicked bootsteps and the rough buzz Whimsun made when stressed, both sounds fading as they fled. The captain was still respected and feared by monsters.

“And as for you!” Papyrus snapped, making Kat flinch at the anger in his tone, but he didn’t follow up right away. After a moment he demanded. “What? You dare not even look at me!? The undisputed gall! I’ll have you know...” Something hit the plexiglass Kat’s image was projected onto with an echoing thud. “NYEH?” Another pause followed by some taps. “... mere illusion.”

Kat swallowed. She was still on her mark. Papyrus could see her, but with Kat looking at the door of the closet, her reflection was staring into space, giving nothing away. If Papyrus didn’t understand the illusion, she could just... step to the side. She’d disappear and hide a little longer. Maybe he wouldn’t figure it out and would just go away.

“Nyeh-heh-heh!” Papyrus cackled. “I see!” His steps sounded strange as he walked through the office and it wasn’t until he stepped into the closet doorway Kat understood why. Papyrus was wearing low heeled boots. Kat had never seen (or heard) the captain in boots with less than four inches of heel, but there he was in regular black combat boots, green flight suit, and aviator glasses. Still militant to the core, but the fighter pilot costume was far enough from his usual to be eye catching. Despite being taller than any fighter pilot and skinny as a post, he looked good.

Papyrus pointed a clawed finger dramatically at Kat. She was momentarily distracted.  The claws were real extensions of his fingerbones, not just part of his gloves. “AHA! I solved your ruse and discovered your hidden location! Your hiding place was no match for the Great and Terrible Papyrus!” He stalked forward, still pointing the accusing finger. With each step he took forward, Kat took a step back, but there was only so far she could go in a closet. As it was, she knocked over the utility light used to work the illusion, a safety switch beneath the device shutting it off as it clattered across the floor. “You, human, thought I wouldn’t remember! I assure you! I do remember! AHA!”

Kat hit the back of the closet almost the same instant Papyrus gave his second triumphant shout. She flinched, feeling shelves press into her from behind the black cloth as Papyrus began closing the distance between them. “You, at the gala! You were walking away from me, but then you were taking me with you!” Papyrus insisted. “Your dress! And then you left! Scandalous! Presumptuous human!”

Something was wrong. Papyrus was well respected in his job. Intelligent. Figured out the Pepper Illusion in hardly any time. He was also making almost no sense. Kat suspected the trouble even before he drew close enough for her to catch a whiff of his breath.

“Captain, you’re drunk. This, we... we should talk about it when you’re-”

“Did you think you would get away with it?” Papyrus demanded, jabbing Kat in the chest with a finger in a pale reflection of what Kat had once done to him. The tip of his claw easily poked through her sweater, jabbing skin beneath and proving just as sharp as it looked.

Kat’s train of thought was derailed by guilt. “... no.” Her head shook slowly. “No, I didn’t... Papyrus, captain. I should never have-”

“Enough!” Papyrus tried to slam a fist against the wall behind and above Kat, but there was no wall behind the material. He stumbled, knocking loose unseen office supplies behind the cloth and dragging them off the shelf. Something hit Kat in the back. Her startled grunt was cut off when Papyrus abruptly yanked her away from the hidden crash of office supplies. He held firm to one of Kat’s arms as he turned and slammed the closet door shut, plunging them into darkness.

Blinded, Kat was shoved up against the door, the woodgrain pressing against her cheek as her hands were pulled over her head and held tight. Hot breath thick with smokey whiskey slid along the side of Kat’s face and neck. “You thought you got the best of the Great and Terrible Papyrus, didn’t you human?” He hissed. “Think again! For nobody tops Papyrus! Captain of the Royal Guard!”

Kat had never really paid much attention to how big Papyrus was. Sure, he was tall as heck but she hadn’t really thought about his overall size. Suddenly cut off from sight and almost any sound but her pulse in her ears and her alarmed, panting breaths, Papyrus loomed a giant behind her. Though he held both her wrists with one hand, she couldn’t feel his claws, we wasn’t even using his full hand to hold her! Something, possibly his chest, pressed down across the back of Kat’s shoulders. Scraping on the wood, his other hand slid between her stomach and the door. How had she not paid attention to how big he was before?! From the heel of his palm to the faint prickling of his claws through her sweater, his hand easily spanned her stomach.

“You thought you could capture me and live to tell the tale without reprisal? Without the taking of appropriate vengeance? No, little human upstart. Papyrus is not finished with you, yet. Did you think I was tracking you at the Gala for no reason? That I would not be back?”

Kat shivered, pressing her forehead against the door, waiting for him to get on with it -whatever it was that he planned.

But in the months since the gala, at least one thing had not changed.

Papyrus. Never. Shut. Up.

“Nyeh-heh-heh! All these years and I’ve finally captured a human! An irritating, presumptuous, contrary human who dares not merely to question the king, but myself, no less! And now I have you at my mercy!” His fingers twitched. “Or lack thereof. Mine to do with exactly as I please. To take my revenge, and to take my pleasure!”

Other than the twitch of his hand and the yammering of his jaw, Papyrus didn’t move. He didn’t let up and release Kat, but neither did he press forward. He just talked. And talked.

Kat released a breath and her heart slowed as she realized what was happening; Captain Papyrus was waiting for her to make the next move.

Lights out, Papyrus’s strength bearing down on her, Kat finally gained better perspective on the events at the gala. There was no way on earth she could have forced this man to do anything he didn’t want to do, especially when she was also rather drunk. Tonight, with Kat still stone sober, and she was still unable to fight him. Yet, all Papyrus was doing was some touching and a lot of chatter. She was increasingly certain if she said the word, just asked, he would let her go with no more than incessant snide remarks on how easy she was to catch, hardly a worthy adversary, et cetera.

Papyrus was drunk. Kat was not. Turning her head, Kat was now calm enough to see pale red light. Bespectacled in aviator sunglasses and eye lights likely hazy behind that, there was nothing more to see than a formless glow, but it was enough for her to focus on. The captain wasn’t moving, though he did allow a few gaps in his endless speech should she need to cut in. She could and should put a stop to this.

She wasn’t that good of a person.

“Nobody tops the Great Papyrus? Are you sure you remember correctly, captain?”

“NYEH!” Now he moved, a small jump and maybe a faint clatter of bones. “Human! Do not mistake the Great and Terrible Papyrus’s kindness one night for a habit! I chose not to harm you as you took grievous liberties from mercy! Pity even! Rest assured, I could have turned the tides at any moment.” He was sliding his hand from her stomach, the bone again scraping along the wood as his long fingers and sharp claws clenched into a fist, grabbing her sweater and pulling it up and out of her skirt in the front. Then he slid his hand under the material and up, pausing for a moment on her stomach in the same location as before, waiting.

Kat thought she was getting the hang of the rules of this game, if he was still coherent enough to be playing by rules. “I doubt that. You’re a lot of talk.”

“Impudent wench!” Papyrus snarled, the hand moving up again. “You act as though you were ignorant of my reputation!” He found the band of her modern bra under the costume and his claws hooked the material, increasing pressure gradually at first, then pulling hard when Kat said and did nothing to resist him. In the dark, her eyes widened when she felt the material give -he cut her bra open with his fingers!

“I am Papyrus! Captain of the Royal Guard, only second to General Undyne from respect and debts of honor!” The hand brushed aside the material of Kat’s destroyed underwear and roughly fondled her breasts, pinching one nipple until Kat whimpered, then easing the pressure. Kat had considered herself respectably endowed, but Papyrus was nearly able to cup both breasts in that one hand, claws scratching at the sensitive flesh and making her shiver.

“I and I alone oversaw the whole of Snowden Town and the wilds of Snowden forest!” He began reciting a long, long list of achievements ranging from professional accolades to perfecting lasagna. Meanwhile, the tips of his claws played with the one nipple as the rounded bones forming the heel of his palm pressed firmly against her other breast. “...it was my wit and courage which tamed the ferocity of Doomfanger!” Kat wanted to tune the bragging out and focus on what his hand was doing but his voice -though boastful- was low and hushed in the closet, smoothing the rough edges until the result was not unpleasant. Between his exploration and teasing of her breasts setting Kat’s nerves alight and the focusing power of the darkness increasing her sensitivity, she was sure she could feel his chest vibrating with his speech, the timber almost soothing. His breath was still musky with bourbon, but she was beginning to smell something underneath like chalk or musk, something that might just be Papyrus himself. Sometimes, she was sure she felt either his jaw or perhaps a fang brush against her cheek as he blathered on.

Satisfied with her chest, his hand slid further up until it slipped up through the collar of her sweater and just circled Kat’s throat. Her breath hitched. Kat shivered as electric shots of alarm and arousal seemed to fire over her skin from that vulnerable contact, but the hand remained only a moment before sliding away, down between her breasts, sharp tips trailing over soft flesh before slipping down her stomach and to her side, then down over the waistband of her skirt before resting on her hip with a squeeze that included plenty of ass.

“...single-handedly brought an end to the drug running between Hotland and the Waterfall Depths Prison...” The more distracted Kat became with Papyrus’s hand and his presence at her back, the easier it became to tune out exactly what he was saying and instead just allow his voice to wash over her... and sometimes, if it wasn’t utter bullshit, some of the things he was saying were somewhat impressive... just a little.

Papyrus’s hand was on the move again, smoothing over her skirt, pressing the stiff felted material and the petticoats underneath against her thigh. His chest on her back hardly moved as his arms went from the hand holding Kat’s wrists stretched above her head down to where the skirt ended just below her knees. He dragged the tips of his claws more roughly over the back of Kat’s leg, making her choke on a gasp as her knee buckled and she half fell against the door. Her weight hung on her wrists for an instant before something caught her. Though Papyrus’s hand circling Kat’s knee certainly wasn’t holding her tight enough to carry any weight, the pressure on her wrists from the fall was gone almost as soon as it began. The foot on the leg that had not given out remained firm, not needing to compensate a shift in weight or balance.

“Nyeh-heh-heh!” Papyrus chortled. “You’re blue now.” Kat had absolutely no idea what that meant. “Human! You are completely at my mercy! Do you wish to beg? Plead that I might spare you?”

Kat was still short of breath from the surprise jolt, it took her embarrassingly long to realize he was doing it again, -waiting for her. His hand held her leg above the knee. She could feel her skirts bunching up between his wrist and her leg as his thumb, claw prominent but gentle, rubbed up and down along the inside of her knee. “Perhaps a few pathetic tears to sway the Great and Terrible Papyrus!”

Stiffening her leg to hold more of her own weight, Kat snapped, “If you want tears, you’re going to have to try harder than that.”

“Spirited wench!” Papyrus accused, delighted. His grip on her leg tightened for a moment, the claws nearly pricking her skin before he slid the hand up her leg. Kat whimpered against the sting as the claws lightly scratched her, leaving the skin behind sensitive and prickly with goosebumps.

Kat would never be described as willowy or petit, but Papyrus’s claws emphasized even more than his touch how easily his hand encircled nearly three quarters of her thigh before reaching her panties. “I’ve already seen how little you care for this particular item.” He murmured, running his fingers over the thin material, fingers slipping between her legs, ghosting over sensitive parts and humming contentedly as he felt the wetness already soaking through the crotch. “And you’ve already soiled this. Shall I tear it off as you did?”

The thought made Kat stiffen with concern. These underpants were for daily wear, sturdier than what she’d worn at the gala. She didn’t want to get scraped or bruised before the cotton seams gave away.

Papyrus cupped his fingers between Kat’s legs, pressing up firmly until she inhaled sharply and went up on her toes. “Or perhaps I can find a different solution?” He murmured, voice dropping to a rumble. His fingers shifted, but there was no muscular flexing. The prickling of his claws as they pierced the material was Kat’s only real warning before Papyrus drew his hand back, shredding the crotch of her underwear and trailing directly over the damp skin beneath, one claw dragging through the slick directly over her cunt. Kat yelped and tried to jump, but she’d already been on her toes and had nowhere to go and her flinching only encouraged Papyrus’s claws to scrape more firmly over her ass.

“Now what have we here?” Papyrus purred in Kat’s ear as his fingers retraced their path beneath the scraps he’d just created. His claws dragged over her firmly, forcing a gasp from Kat as they trailed back over her slit and pulling a keen from her as they spread her lips and pressed on either side of her clit. The skeleton monster chuckled when he felt Kat shifting, trying to spread her legs. “This is what human women do when they want sex? You’re soaked. Absolutely filthy. Mouthy little minx just wants to be fucked, don’t you?” Again he slid his claws over her, this time pausing beside her clit, pressing until Kat whimpered against the pain and her hips stuttered forward. Despite her sudden movement, the claws didn’t press harder, easily following her movement before continuing along to her cunt where they dipped inside, almost too sharp and slender to feel.

Kat whimpered again, she was sure she felt her own slick starting down one thigh. “Papyrus...” She moaned before biting her tongue, pressing her face against the door to keep quiet.

“Ah?” Papyrus jumped on it. “What was that? Have you had enough? Wish to beg now? Throw yourself upon my mercies? Or...” The claws slid a fraction of an inch further in. Kat’s breath caught and she shivered. “Perhaps you wish to throw yourself upon something else?”

His fingers continued their easy slide up into Kat’s cunt. She whimpered, half aware of and half imagining the sharp tips slipping over the most delicate part of her body. Even as her hindbrain practically screamed the danger, Kat trembled as she fought the urge to try and lower herself and take more of him in. Though only two slender fingers of bone, Papyrus angled them to provide a delicious stretch at her opening. “Absolutely dripping.” He tisked. “What can you expect from a slut who fucks a monster she hardly knows out in the open? Where anyone could see you impale yourself on my cock?” Kat could only whimper as he dragged his fingers in and out of her, hardly aware when two became three.

“Hmm, then it shouldn’t bother you to get fucked against this door, just a thin barrier between your screams and the open doors of the office you work in every day.”

She whined, her hips rocking as she tried to take more of him. She could feel herself clenching around what little he gave her, just three fingers of bone and their slender claws.

His voice stayed very near to her ear. She was certain she felt the brush of fang and was nearly overpowered by the woody, nutty scent over bone and something she couldn’t begin to pin down. Papyrus’s voice was a rumble in Heather’s stomach as he nearly whispered, “Believe it, little human. When I drive my cock in your dripping cunt; you will scream for me. Your voice will echo down the halls for all to hear and know you’re my desperate whore.”

Kat yelped as she clamped down, only for Papyrus to have withdrawn his fingers, leaving her so empty it hurt. Her skirts fell and swished over the back of her legs as he withdrew his hand fully. A moment later, she heard a zipper through her own pants echoing back at her from the door. Her skirts were again pulled up and Papyrus pressed himself more fully against Kat to hold them up with his weight as she felt his cock press against her thigh.

“This is what you want? Isn’t it?” Papyrus taunted.

Burying her face in her arm, Kat refused to answer.

“You certainly seemed to enjoy it last time. Should I refresh your memory? Have you forgotten how it felt as I stretched your soft, wet flesh wide? How deeply you were speared upon my magic? How you dripped?” He shifted, the cock he was so proud of brushing the apex of her legs, just enough to start gathering the slick there. “You’re dripping now, even before I take you. You certainly weren’t this wet so soon before. I don’t wonder what it is you’re enjoying more. There’s no music to drown you out this time, someone will almost certainly hear your voice when I tear it out of you, if not the actual sound of your being fucked. Or maybe it’s the idea of being taken and used by your far better? Because I certainly will use you, quite thoroughly, until I am deeply satisfied.”

Kat couldn’t reply. She couldn’t argue that he’d already finger fucked her, and she certainly wouldn’t tell him how bad she wanted to feel him again. Instead she pressed her face harder against her arm, refusing to let any words out and trying to suppress any other sounds.

“Or maybe...” Papyrus purred, “You simply like being pushed around, over-powered and treated rough. You like a show of force, touch of claw? Maybe even now you’re thinking I’ll bury my fangs into your flesh as I make you cum?”

She hadn’t been. She was now.

“You’d like that, certainly. Desperate as you are. Soaking wet, whimpering like an animal.”

She was whimpering. Whimpering and trembling. Kat swallowed and tried to stop the noise, but it only went higher in pitch. He was pressing his cock up more firmly against her, pressing up between her ass cheeks and dragging over her clit, rocking slowly as the contact grew smoother with each pass over her slit.

Kat wanted him. She wanted him to fuck her until it cracked the damned door he pushed her against. She wanted him to make her scream. She wanted him to make good on those filthy, smokey promises dripping from between his teeth in the dark.

Her fingers hurt, the tips and the nails. She hadn’t been aware of trying to claw at the door with her pinned hands. The small pain grounded her and Kat remembered their unspoken rules, realized why Papyrus was taking so long teasing her.

He was waiting again.

Behind the tormenting with words and touch and the way his scent blinded her already confused senses, Papyrus was waiting for her.

Kat had to use her tongue to shove the sleeve she’d been biting out of her mouth. This allowed a loud, strained gasp to escape her when the head of Papyrus’s cock drew back far enough to nudge at her opening before sliding forward again. Witty, clever comebacks or retorts were gone, all the resistance Kat could muster was a faint growl as she snarled, “Dammit Captain! If you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to-” She never found out what her own threat would be. Faster than she’d thought possible, Papyrus drew back and down, then drove himself fully into Kat hard enough she was again driven up onto her toes.

As promised, Kat screamed. He was as big as she remembered, stretching Kat until her nerves shook in anticipation of pain she was too aroused to feel. Again her fingers scratched uselessly at the door and her hips shook as they tried to recoil from the intrusion yet push down and take still more.

Ribs dug into Kat’s back and hot air brushed along her cheek and neck as Papyrus panted. His bones fairly vibrated against Kat as he trembled, but otherwise remained still until he hissed, “Still have some venom to spit from that smart mouth of yours, wench?”

Kat felt a smirk curling her lips. This time she knew exactly what to say. “Done already? Do you need me to take over again?” Her voice was embarrassingly weak, breathless and hoarse, but she got the words out with enough confidence to drag a snarl from Papyrus. He seized her hip with one hand, claws digging through her skirts to prick at her skin as he withdrew part way, then thrust back into Kat with such strength she coughed as the breath was punched from her. The hand digging into her hip shifted, dragging over her thigh until Papyrus had a good grip and could lift Kat’s leg, giving him a better angle to drive into her cunt.

Held by her wrists and thigh, her other foot barely brushing the floor, blind, Kat was nearly helpless to do anything but take it; coughing, gasping, and moaning as Papyrus fucked her. Between the noises she couldn’t keep down, she heard the wet noise of his cock dragging out of her and slamming back in. Sometimes, faintly, she could hear him. Small grunts, hisses, and once, though she might have imagined it, a whisper of “... Katherine...”

The air was filled with his smoked whiskey breath, but something spicy was cutting through it and sometimes, sometimes Kat thought she saw a flash of red. He was holding her at an angle which knocked her side against the wooden door, but she could still feel her skirts brushing over the front and sides of her legs as he dragged his cock out and drove into her again. Something cool dripped down her thigh, emphasizing the burning Kat felt under her skin, as if Papyrus intended to set her on fire.

Kat’s throat tightened, her voice going embarrassingly high and her muscles tightened, the knee of the leg Papyrus held up curling back behind him. “That’s it.” Papyrus coaxed, increasing his pace. “Just like that you shameless wench. Let me hear you.” And she did. Kat’s voice jerked free in a moaning yell as she came, head fogging and body trembling.

“Just. Like. That.” Papyrus grunted, his own voice going tight and his pace faltered for a moment, but only a moment. Soon he regained his previous speed and force, only tightening his grip on Kat’s leg to keep himself grounded.

Now there was no doubt in Kat’s mind. He was setting her on fire. Her blinded eyes were dazzled with flashes and flares of red as her body ignited. Some part of her brain was panicking, convinced she was in pain, yet another was terrified he’d stop. She couldn’t even feel him inside her exactly, only the pressure and heat that stirred hotter as he rutted behind her. Distantly she could hear him muttering, hear the door shaking in the frame, but it was getting fuzzier as she fell into the fire and was lost.

Clarity rushed back in when sharp pain overtook her shoulder. She tried to scream again but choked on the sound as her body locked up. Her shoulder trembled, worsening the pain even as it blended seamlessly into pleasure as Papyrus groaned, still behind her. Her thigh had been wet before, but now she felt liquid dripping down, too thick and hot to cool in the air.

Slowly, Papyrus moved from her shoulder. “Fuck.” He breathed before pressing the bite mark, making Kat hiss against the sting. A moment later her shoulder warmed, then cooled, all pain vanishing. He released her leg as he pulled out of her. Kat’s legs were useless under her and she should have fallen but something beside his hand on her wrists held her as he patted her skirt down, then wrapped an arm around her waist before releasing her hands.

Her head was in a fog. It was still too dark to see, and now it was utterly silent, more than silent without the sound of their fucking. Papyrus still smelled of whiskey and spice as he held her to his chest while panting, turning his back to the door before sliding down to the floor. They stayed like that for a few moments before Papyrus shifted, reaching for something. Something tore -loud and startling. A rustle of heavy material and then Papyrus shifted so he and Kat were more comfortable on the floor, the black cloth draped over them like a blanket.

Slowly, Papyrus’s breaths evened out.

Ah.

He was one of those guys who passed out afterward.

Kat was used to that, but this situation was a little difficult. He was still leaning against the door. She had to wake him to get out. The way his arms were wrapped around her middle, she might have to wake him to stand up.

But then, she was still trembling with the aftershocks of what he’d done to her. Nobody had ever fucked her so thoroughly and she was sure as soon as her heart figured out how to return to quo, she’d be immensely satisfied. Then, she’d get up, wake the bastard, and go home.

Just as soon as she was sure she could walk…

… Kat woke alone in the closet, wrapped snugly in the black cloth, her head resting on a pillow she didn’t recognize.

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It was a confusing mix of images and sensations. A dog, or maybe a dragon. Whatever it was, it was a skeleton of the same. Its teeth were huge and Hanna’s breath caught in her throat as it loomed over her, eye lights flashing blue, magic sparking between its teeth.

Hanna startled, falling without pain as the creature drew nearer. She pressed back, but it only came closer until the light between its teeth threatened to blind her.

Instead of harming her, she felt something cool and familiar on her neck. Not slimy, nor dry, but the entirely unique sensation of magic. Solid, yet soft and mobile. Trailing up her throat and nuzzling her cheek. The creature pressed close, but despite its alien shape it still felt familiar. She could have sworn it was huge, looming over her, but she felt it press close and it felt smaller. A hand smoothed down Hanna’s side and she sighed, soothed. Warmth spread through her from the familiar touches and the soft drag of tongue against her throat, gentle nips on her skin, warm air brushing against her despite the cool touch.

She didn’t see the creature any longer and for a moment she hung in between, nowhere, thoughtless, only feeling the warmth and familiarity of closeness.

Heat flared in her and she twitched, then relaxed as something pressed against her mouth -familiar, cool, loved. The coolness seemed to transform into warmth, gathering inside her, pulling her attention to it. Arousal, want, comfort. She thought she wanted to feel this way forever. Never change, never leave, and yet she wanted more.

Her own voice reached her ears, and a voice as precious as her own voice was familiar hummed nearby. That. She wanted more of that, too.

Something pressed between her legs. First forcing her thighs apart, drawing her barely from the haze which she floated in, then deep into her sex, satisfying and full. “Oh.”

A chuckle. “Are you with me?”

Hanna hummed. Still a little asleep, she managed to find words, or part of words. “…’leas… don’ st’p.”

The chuckle repeated. “’kay’.” But the wonderful fullness drew back. Hanna was empty for a moment, and then she was full, humming contentedly.

Slowly Hanna’s mind woke enough to be aware beneath the warm arousal. Sans was awake, magic buried inside where she already felt wet and hot. There was no telling how long he’d been awake, or when he’d decided to switch up their usual and take charge while Hanna was the languid and sleepy one, yet here they were.

Magic didn’t have a temperature, but it felt. Sans’ magic had always felt cool to Hanna, which made her intensely aware of the familiar sensation of his cock slipping in and out of her at a regular almost gentle pace which built little eddies of pressure in Hanna until it drew a soft hum from her. Sans would hum some little nonsense back. “There you go.” Or “feels nice.” Didn’t matter. It was him, letting her know he was there with his voice as much as his touch where he trailed his hands -skeletal but smooth- over the skin of her stomach and sides while his used his mouth and teeth to -as usual- lazily nuzzle or lick and sometimes nibble her breasts. His breath warmed skin cooled by the touch of his magic, and beneath her skin Hanna felt soft with warmth, gently molten.

Gradually, Sans picked up the pace, rolling his hips as he thrust and panting a little heavier. Hanna hummed, bracing her feet in the sheets and lifting her hips a little to give him better access and he grunted appreciatively. Finally he stiffened, pelvis jutting irregularly. Hanna rocked some more, tightening her muscles and milking him as he groaned and the coolness of his magic seemed to intensify pleasantly before Hanna felt a little dripping down one ass cheek.

Sans began to relax, his knees and hands just lazily sliding out from under him and allowing the skeleton to flop down across Hanna, face landing cradled in the space between her breasts, cock slipping even deeper into Hanna and forcing another little slush of magic out and down her butt. Hanna huffed, amused. She lifted her legs to hook them over Sans’s and wrapped one arm over his shoulders as the other sought out their blankets and pulled the material back up, arranging everything so they were both comfortable.

Sans let loose one last, contented little sigh. It was hard to be sure, but he was probably already asleep by now, lazybones.

Smiling, Hannah followed him soon after.

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Blue rubbed a comforting hands over his friend's spine and ribs as Berry recovered from his first experience with penetrative sex.

“Wowie.” Berry murmured. Slowly he pushed himself to his hands and knees, pulling his little cock from Blue’s pussy. Berry’s construct sagged, softening for a few moments before the magic lost form and slowly began fading. “Wowzers.” Berry added, swaying a little and grinning dizzily.

Gradually, however, Berry’s teeth turned downward. “You didn’t... again...” He pointed out. “Um... orgasm. You didn’t orgasm.”

“Oh, well,” Blue shrugged. His pussy also lost form. Some liquid blue magic splattered against his pelvis, but he didn’t bother cleaning it up yet. As far as Blue was concerned, they were far from finished. His agitated magic continued to linger in his pelvis. “It’s kind of hard for me. I don’t often have an orgasm with my pussy. But that’s okay.”

Berry wasn’t happy. “But... this time. How do you?” He asked.

“I have orgasms easier with my dick.” Blue said.

“But then... why did you use your... pussy?” Berry frowned, trying to understand.

“It was your first time!” Blue said, pushing himself up on his elbows and giving Berry a little kiss. “It can hurt if your first time is with a pussy. But don’t worry, I’m fine. You’re tired and should take a nap, it’s almost bedtime anyway...”

Berry immediately straightened up. “I don’t need a nap!” He insisted. “You can teach me! Teach me how to help you orgasm!”

Blue put a hand to his mouth as if he were thinking, pressing hard to suppress his smile. “If you’re sure.” He said. “Not too tired?

Berry shook his head stubbornly, cheeks almost puffing out with indignation.

“Okay,” Blue said, pretending to give in. He sat up further and Berry scooted back on the bed to give him room. “Then, gently, try doing what I did for you.”

Berry looked uncertainly down between them. After a moment he reached for the unformed magic in his friend’s pelvis. Hesitant, Berry almost pet the magic. The misty blue drew subtly away. “Don’t be scared. I don’t want to hurt you.” Blue encouraged, trying not to be amused over lecturing a fellow adult monster -himself no less!- on intent.

Again, Berry nodded, then reached forward thinking hard on what Blue had done to encourage his own magic. He brushed his phalanges over the outer limits of the raw magic, gently coaxing it to form the correct shape.

“Stars!” Berry murmured, sockets bulging as the magic firmed. Blue’s penis was considerably larger than Berry’s, and just as blue and just as hard. To Berry it seemed huge, though it was only a little thicker and not quite half again as long as his own.

“I knew you could do it!” Blue congratulated Berry on his work and himself on impressing his double. Clearly the other skeleton hadn’t seen a Papyrus sized penis yet. Had Honey made Berry figure out bathroom stuff on his own, too? Really?

Berry smiled shyly before his own pride finally resurfaced. “Mweh-heh!”

Blue laughed along with him, “Mweh-heh-heh!” He then scooted forward and gave Berry a quick kiss. “Are you ready to try the other one?”

“Try the... pussy.” Berry confirmed, the word not rolling easily off his tongue

“Yep.” Blue confirmed. “You probably never made one of your own before, so I’m going to help.” His grin spread mischievously, “And you remember what we do first?”

Berry hesitated, remembering how Blue had taken his hand and placed the fingers inside. Even with what they’d done after, the thought made Berry blush. “Oh... we...” He considered his hand. The thought of sticking his own fingers in his own raw magic...

“First,” Blue prompted, “We make each other feel good, and the easiest way to do that...”

“Kissing!” Berry giggled, already relaxing and reaching for his friend.

“Exactly.”

They did. First tapping their teeth together, then deepening to taste and feel, Berry humming appreciatively at first, then whining faintly when Blue took control, dominating his friend’s mouth as he’d not fully done before, surging deeply before twisting around Berry’s inexperienced tongue. He shifted his skull for an angle to better control the kiss, then gently pushed Berry to lie back on the bed. Berry shivered as Blue settled between his legs in a position reversed from earlier, though Blue pressed closer, resting some of his weight on Berry to better allow him to explore, tracing along bones and noting how the shapes and thicknesses were so similar they might as well be the same age as well as the same person, yet some of the scars were different. There was the crack on his clavicle identical to the one Blue shared -an early training gift from their Alphys’, but there was a callus along the left humerus where Berry had a crack Blue did not, and the smooth plane of Berry’s ribs Blue had once had a rather nasty break.

And of course, his pelvis was perfect. The strong but slow to heal compact bone exterior was pristine on Berry’s pelvis, smooth as glass in places. By the time Blue got his hands on that bone, however, Berry was making small, desperate little noises, clinging to the back of Blue’s ribs and panting every time Blue gave him room through their kiss. The magic between his legs had returned as vibrantly before and when Blue brought two fingers to the bottom of the little cloud of magic it practically jumped in reaction to his intent, forming a beautiful pussy with plush lips every bit as pretty as Blue’s own. As Blue leaned back to take a look he watched a drop of liquid magic slip free of the construct and splatter against Berry’s coccyx. A pleasant side effect of making sure Berry came first; though this part was still virginal, Blue was now unlikely to hurt Berry unless he did something truly foolish, and neither of the magnificent Sanses were fools!

Berry whimpered and squirmed. He tried to press his knees together, but they were held well apart by Blue. “This is different...” Berry panted.

“Yes! Your magic wants something different!” Blue agreed. “Just like when you’d rather have something to eat than something to drink.”

“B-because... you’ll be putting...” Berry swallowed, nervously glancing at the cock twitching between Blue’s femurs.

“I’ll be putting my dick in your pussy!” Blue agreed boldly. Berry nodded, agreeing with the words. Instead of being scandalized, however, he looked a little hungry. Perfect. “But first, I have to make sure you don’t get hurt!” Safety was always the most important thing, after all. “Safety is always the most important thing, after all!”

“Hurt?” Berry asked.

“This part is very delicate and sensitive.” Blue answered, resting his hands on Berry’s femurs and tracing little circles with his thumbs. The small movement made Berry shiver. “When you have more experience, you won’t have to be as careful. Like how I put your fingers in me without doing anything first? That was okay because I’ve done this before!” Lots.

Berry nodded, absently rubbing his fingers together as he recalled the feeling of being inside Blue’s pussy.

“I’ll start slower and more carefully, okay?” Blue checked, moving his hand higher on Berry’s femur until the phalange tips brushed the formed magic, drawing another shiver from Berry.

“O-okay.” Berry agreed.

Slowly, making sure Berry could see him the whole time, Blue positioned his hand. He moved as if being careful for Berry’s sake, but just as much he was enjoying the feeling of running his fingers over the construct, feeling the ephemeral flesh, it’s softness and dampness, the way it moved faintly in a phantom representation of how fleshy monsters’ or humans’ breaths affected their lower bits when panting like Berry was doing. Blue slipped his index and little fingers between Berry’s labia, staying well clear of his clit, and spread them so he could place his ring and middle fingers below the little nub. The soft magic here was already slick, soaked with arousal and after tracing the opening for a moment, feeling how familiar it was, Blue slid his fingers inside.

Berry trembled, a high whine turning into a slow hum as he received a small piece of what his body was so desperately craving. The humming turned back to a whine and a whimper as Blue slowly pumped the fingers out and in. He slid in deep and Berry gasped, resting his skull against the blankets, his hands limp beside him. Then, he let out a full yell as Berry curled his fingers while withdrawing. Berry’s hands fisted on the blankets and his legs clamped down on Blue’s sides with a clack. When he stared at Blue, his eye lights were hardly more than a mist in his sockets, his face full of shock. “What?” He began but Blue silenced him with a kiss as he withdrew his fingers and positioned himself above his twin.

“Ready?” Blue asked, lining himself up with one hand.

An unsteady puff of air shook past Berry’s teeth as he looked to Blue for reassurance. Taking a deep breath and bracing his hands on Blue’s ribs, Berry nodded. “The magnificent s-Berry was born ready!” He boasted, voice hardly shaking.

“Naturally!” Blue agreed, and then began pressing. Berry whined, then yelped as the head of Blue’s cock pressed against and past the tight ring of flesh at his entrance. Blue gave him a moment to get used to the intrusion while he shifted his hand from his own cock to bracing over his friend’s skull. He pushed into Berry slowly but without stopping again until he was fully hilted. As predicted, having Berry orgasm before even shifting to his cunt made him slick enough no further preparation was necessary.

Berry wailed, clutching tightly to Blue. He would have curled his face into his friend’s chest if Blue hadn’t been prepared, gently holding him down so he could greedily drink in Berry’s expressions. Blue savored the sensation of Berry’s tight, unstretched pussy slowly sliding over his own cock like a warm, damp vice. It was intense, a sentiment Berry’s seemed to agree with as he whimpered and even shifted his hands to mindlessly claw at Blue’s ribs with his blunt phalanges, breath hitching between whimpers and whines.

Once he was seated, Blue waited. It was simply manners to give the receiving partner a moment to adjust, but Blue watched and felt as Berry struggled to find a new equilibrium. The younger skeleton tried to breath, but it caught and skipped between trying to draw a good breath, panting, and just stopping. He tried to shift his legs, but movement tightened his pussy’s grip on Blue’s cock and sent a wave of new sensations through Berry which set him whimpering anew. He didn’t know where to look, the hazy core of light in his sockets shifting between glancing around the plain room and flicking over Blue’s face, embarrassed at the attention when he was so out of sorts. His fingers had come to rest on the side of Blue’s rib cage, hands loosely curled and flexing when one of his small movements sent another cascade of feelings that made his sockets water.

It was hot. Berry this aroused and struggling with getting what he wanted without fully knowing what was absolutely gorgeous. And he was so sensitive! It was no wonder Blue never struggled to find bedmates. They were absolute wonders to behold!

Gradually, Berry learned to hold still. Blue lowered his hand from bracing the other so he could watch his reactions to rubbing along Berry’s femur again until he relaxed more fully. His breathing evened out into a steady pant just a little faster than Blue’s own. Even when Berry was obviously ready to continue, Blue waited. He continued to watch silently as Berry waited, and then quickly grew impatient. Berry whimpered again. “O-okay... I’m ready.” He finally said.

“Are you sure?” Blue asked.

Berry had been holding so very carefully and when he nodded in reply to Blue’s question it was stiff and cautious. Blue couldn’t hold back from smirking as he withdrew until he felt the head of his cock nearly draw free of Berry’s pussy, then thrust back into his warmth in a single, smooth motion.

Berry moaned loudly, clutching at Blue again with his hands and clamping his legs around Blue’s waist. Stars, Blue could barely remember being that sensitive. No wonder he’d been so popular! Maybe someday Berry would have as many friends as Blue! But for now, Berry’s sensitivity and his inexperience, and his absolutely perfect body and sounds belonged only to Blue. He almost felt he should thank Honey for being so overprotective!

“Are you ready?” Blue asked when Berry seemed close to calming down and catching his breath again. “I’m going to start now.”

For an instant, Berry’s eye lights came back into focus with his alarm. “Start?” He yipped.

“Okay!” Blue agreed, being just a little mean. Before Berry could correct him, Blue pressed a hard kiss to his counterpart’s mouth, plunging his tongue between Berry’s teeth as he withdrew his cock, and pinning the younger skeleton as he began thrusting at a pace which would send some more experienced lovers into a tailspin.

Berry yelped, clutching tight to Blue with his hands scrabbling at Blue’s ribs and his legs clacked again as they clasped behind Blue’s back. His jaw tightened but he remembered in time not to bite Blue’s tongue off -leaving his mouth open for the desperate and lewd noised Blue’s cock seemed to be forcing out of him.

Once Berry’s initial shock had passed, Blue broke their kiss and shifted position to better control his movements and enjoy the sight of his magic plunging into and stretching Berry’s while the younger skeleton helplessly scrambled for purchase, one hand desperately grasping Blue’s shoulder as the other clutched the bedsheets beneath them. He was lost, skull thrashing from side to side as he moaned and shouted meaningless syllables. Was Blue going a little hard for someone who’d barely experienced two orgasms before, one just minutes ago? Perhaps. But certainly the Magnificent Sans of any universe could take it.

Liquid magic glistened in Berry’s sockets. Blue bent down to lick it up as it spilled over. The taste was sweet and cool despite how warm Berry’s bones were. Berry whimpered at the gentle contact, turning to meet Blue for a small yet desperate kiss.

“You’re okay. You’re so good. You’re so perfect.” Blue assured him before rolling his hips to draw another shout from his twin. He was so, so sensitive! It was wonderful!

Merciless, Blue reached down and pried one of Berry’s legs from his side, lifting it until the knee pressed against Berry’s ribs even as his other hand grabbed Berry’s hip to hold him tighter. Berry’s voice went nearly shrill as Blue used the new angle to fuck him harder and deeper,

So tight. And warm. And sensitive. And perfect. Exactly the kind of partner Blue had been searching for. The two of them were just so perfect together. No wonder it took him so long when the only person good enough to meet his standards was himself!

“MWEH! HEH!” Blue panted, though Berry probably couldn’t hear Blue over his own shouts. Blue had always been loud in bed, and Berry no less so.

Berry’s pussy started twitching and his voice shuddered. Blue grinned as he reached down with the hand not holding his leg up and rubbed circled over the wrinkle of magic where their clit hid.

Berry screamed. He threw his skull back, arching his spine and clamping down on Blue until it nearly hurt even as liquid magic flooded the channel as if in apology for the wonderful discomfort. It took every ounce of willpower Blue possessed not to cum right then, just to keep moving slowly as Berry’s scream turned into a long groan.

Slowly Berry caught his breath and when he opened his eye sockets again his eye lights were so diffused it was hard to be sure when he looked down at Blue. That was fine. Berry didn’t need to focus right now. “You did really good!” Blue cheered. “That was beautiful!”

A small whine of confusion escaped is counterpart. It was adorable, so Blue leaned forward and captured the noise with a kiss. The movement shifted his cock in Berry and drew a louder whimper from him, which Blue happily drank up before leaning back. “Okay, just relax and let me do the work.” Blue coached. Berry panted and his skull moved in what might have been a nod if he’d been more collected.

Using the leg he’d lifted earlier and his own, considerable strength and skill, Blue flipped his partner. Berry yelped in surprise, catching himself on his hands and knees, then groaning as Blue slid in and out experimentally, whining again when Blue leaned forward to drag his tongue up Berry’s spine, tasting the magic the younger skeleton had begun sweating. It made Blue want to taste Berry more fully, drink the fluids now slipping out around his cock and see how long he could keep Berry screaming… later, maybe. For now he simply took a firm grasp of Berry’s pelvis and let loose, moving as hard and as fast as he pleased while Berry yelped and shouted beneath him, scrambling at the bedding until he pulled the fitted sheets free of the large mattress and then clawing uselessly at the sturdy quilted material beneath.

Blue took his time, fully enjoying himself as he felt, saw, heard, even smelled himself finally fucking Berry. Their magic squished and even splashed together beautifully and the way more magic beaded up and then ran along Berry’s bones was a thrilling silent compliment to Berry’s loud affirmations that he was enjoying this just as intensely as Blue was.

“Perfect.” Blue managed to pant, his magic swirling in his skull. “We’re perfect. Hot. Sexy. So. Perfect.”

Berry could only moan and claw at the mattress until his bones began rattling and his vagina clenched around Blue’s cock again, trembling and squeezing as Blue reached under and began briskly rubbing Berry’s clit again to drag him through this orgasm and back into the screaming.

Blue panted and tried to relax, but it was too much. It almost felt like Berry was pulling the magic out of Blue, the pleasure and build up rushing from Blue’s skull and down through his skeleton, leaving a wave of blissed relaxation behind as he filled Berry’s cunt until the magic dripped freely onto the blanket below.

Berry trembled, still clenching the bedding as Blue leaned over Berry and planted his hands on the mattress to hold his weight up, panting. Sex hadn’t been that good in ages.

As his cock softened and slid out of Berry, Blue lowered himself to the mattress beside his friend. It had been great. Everything he’d hoped for. He almost laughed as he realized he was tired enough a nap sounded good, for a change. Yeah, a short nap…

His thoughts were interrupted when Berry shifted, turning so the two Sanses could see each other. Pale streaks and smears of magic decorated Berry’s beautiful face below brilliantly glowing eye lights. The sight of his tears had Blue’s cock giving a twitch of interest before giving up and fading into raw magic, which in turn was quick to dissolve either into the ether where magic came from or back into Blue’s bones.

“That.” Berry panted. “That was amazing.”

Blue had to inhale before replying. “Of course! Because we are amazing.” He couldn’t put his usual energy into it.

“Mmm.” Berry agreed. “I think I like sex.”

Somewhere in the ether, Blue’s magic gave another little spark of interest.

That spark turned to a buzz when Berry licked his teeth thoughtfully. “Yeah. I really like sex.”

Blue grinned, closing his sockets as his breath leveled out. “I’m glad.” He said. “Just wait. There’s a lot more than ju-” Before he could boast there was still a lot more to learn, Blue was silenced by a sudden shift on the mattress and a mouth pressed against his, a tongue slipping between his teeth again. It was short, but that distant buzz in his magic definitely took notice before Berry leaned back and looked at Blue with those same brilliant eye lights and all the energy Blue didn’t currently feel.

“Let’s do that again!”

Even as a hand on his spine invited Blue’s magic to wake up and play again, a tiny alarm bell in the back of his mind warned Blue he might have made a mistake somewhere.