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"Hey, what do you think about that one?"

Glancing through the rows of cheap clothes, he noticed the "one" that was pointed at. A tiny pink thong with frills and a delicious flair to it. The kind his ex-wife used to wear... And he sometimes wore.

"You would be so cute in it."

BIP! BIP! BIP!

The clock blared across the room, stealing Asgore from his peaceful slumber. He rolled, groaned, and tried to pull on the blanket as the other bed occupant moved, too. Soon, the blare stopped, and the movement on the other side of the bed died down. Same as the grunts. It was too early to wake up during a day off, but Asgore knew it was a big day.

He grumbled, sighed, tried to press his head against the pillows and drift back... Only to feel a hand shake him off, and a kiss on his cheeks.

Oh... His fluffy tail wagged. It was lovely.

"I'll prepare something, Gori'," grumbled the other voice. Then, the movement of the other side of the bed resumed, then stopped. Followed the steps inside the room, letting Asgore know he was alone.

"Hrmphh," he grumbled, rolling once, then twice... Then stopped as he was definitely awake. Even if he desired so, it was impossible to fall asleep. Hence, he groaned and shifted onto his back, arms spread on the king-sized bed.

"... Urf. Fine," he said, his arms stretching upward as he heard distant music further in the apartment: an underground jazz group. Oh, that was a good way to wake up.

He stretched his arms and legs until his foot and ankles trembled... And he jumped off the bed with a stomp.

He smiled, pushing against his ear to avoid it hanging onto his horn, and approached the large bay window to open it and the shutters along the way. It was late spring; the weather was temperate even in the early morning in Andes Field.

The city had been a good change from Hometown, something he should have done earlier after he had left Toriel. The place was cozy, the people didn't know Asgore's former life, and nobody batted an eye about his new lover.

He grinned at the view: their apartment was in the nicest district, not far from downtown, and once the shutters were wide open, he rushed to the bathroom. It was supposed to be Asgore's day off, but it was also a big day, their couple anniversary. After two years together, he still felt his heart flutter at the thought of them being in a couple. The dread and the shame were gone, left behind with Hometown.

Remained a wide smile spread onto Asgore's face as he rushed for the sink to turn it on and splash his cheeks a bit. He checked on his horns, shaved down to little nubs. Then, he picked the metal piercings he had been gifted for their first anniversary and put them through his long left earlobe. Carefully, he placed each, biting his lips as he locked them and-

"You look wonderful, Gori'."

Asgore stopped as he felt the muzzle on his right shoulder and chuckled. Already was that furred soft hand cupping his right breast and squeezing it while a second played with the night bra to unlock it.

As usual, Asriel beamed while rubbing his muzzle against Asgore's neck, a moment before kissing it. He wasn't leaving the old Goat time to finish with his piercings. The bra fell, and those two hands were now digging into the plump and fat moobs Asgore sported.

"I know that, Asriel," said Asgore, finishing the touches on the piercings before looking at the mirror. At his son, Asriel. A young man whose horns had fully developed and was growing his blond beard much like his dad. A tuft of hair atop his head was the perfect addition to the young Goat's style, especially with the small flourish to the left. Even if he had a cowlick so early in the day. Asgore's heart, love, lover.

"And I won't stop saying it. You are so wonderful, Gori'. You are resplendent, even," continued the younger one while fondling his "Father", or rather what Asgore had become.

"Resplendent this time?" asked Asgore, stopping to hold his son's hands. He stroked them, felt their warmth against his skin, and how they pulsated with envy. For nothing would Asgore have them removed... Yet, Asriel removed them and stepped aside to search for his contact lenses.

"Yes, resplendent. But if I keep talking; I'll have to drag you to bed and let the breakfast get cold," he answered, pushing amidst the hormonal pills, fiber supplements, lipsticks, eyelashes, and pancakes to finally pull his contact lenses box.

"Should I wait for you?" asked Asgore, glancing at the shower on his left, then back to Asriel.

"No, eat. I cooked everything for you. And I don't want to hear your belly growl."

Asgore smiled at this, then leaned to grab his son's waist, kissing his neck while Asriel put the eyedrops: "I love you, too, my stud!"

To complete this, he gave Asriel's ass a feel and quickly turned to avoid any retaliation. But a firm smack on his ass proved that Asgore had been too slow. He yelped, jumped, held onto that plump posterior before any further smack, and left the bathroom, then the bedroom, in a dash. That was silly.

And silly as it was, Asgore loved it. He felt younger as his run turned into a jog, then a walk onto the plain wood floor, watching the corridor's walls covered with photos of places they visited, of themselves, and the new flower shop.

Through sheer luck, Asriel had been offered a lofty job in that town, far from their history. More than a year ago, they had moved in and built their tiny nests. Though there remained a few spots for furniture they lacked... Their kitchen only possessed a small table with two chairs instead of something more adequate.

But that was fine.

Today, his son had cooked a royal feast; like his mother, Asriel had a good talent for cooking. Less about brewing tea, but that was enough for Asgore to sit at the table and start stuffing his mouth with the pancakes, bacon and eggs, juice, and enough jam to make a dietician faint. All slowly went into Asgore's mouth as he ate his fill, taking great care not to dirty his lush beard, especially after the long brushing from yesterday.

Oh, today would be unique.

"Asriel. You are too kind to me," said Asgore as he heard footsteps, only to freeze as his son's hands were on his head. A bit further and it would have been a headbutt.

"No, Gori', you are too kind to me. So, did you pick where we go?" asked Asriel, kissing the top of his father's forehead, leaning on before offering Asgore what he had in his palm. Three pills the old Goat took and swallowed with a glass of juice.

"I am unsure. We went to the Falls last month, and fishing could be boring."

"With you, nothing is boring."

Clearly, Asriel was smitten and didn't care where they would go. However, Asgore wanted this second anniversary to be remarkable. Something to be remembered like last time. Previously, he had found a secret spot in the forest nearby, following a dirt path that led to a creek where they had spent the whole day eating, napping... And fucking.

Oh. He still felt the warmth in his cheeks and asscheeks when he remembered it.

But! He wanted something better for Asriel, who had sat by him instead of in front of him. Despite the layout, they kept their shoulders close and watched for each other so Asriel, too, could dig the pancakes.

"You know... I wish they were fluffier," commented his son, raising one with a fork.

"They are plenty fluffy for me. They taste great," Asgore said, sipping the orange juice.

"Yes, but they are not as fluffy as you," grinned his son.

The instant after, he hit his chest, trying to force the juice to pass through the right hole. And coughed before wiping his mouth.

"You are in a mood today," he commented, a bit riled by his son's devious attitude.

"I am because my Gori' will find us a great place before I take us to the surprise," continued Asriel, beaming and offering a bite of the pancake to Asgore. He bit it and grimaced, sour jam.

"Fine... I may have something. I would like to walk a trail in the mountain, a bit further north, named Calm Gulley."

Trying not to repress the grimace, Asgore took another sip. But he leaned towards Asriel when his son pulled that phone out and typed something. What was on the screen, Asgore could hardly see, so he leaned further... Further, until his son leaned in return and sucked the left moob's skin. All the while, he kept typing and searching.

"Ouch," moaned Asgore, pulling back and massaging the sore skin, sure he would get a hickey.

"I told you, no peeking," said Asriel, the digits scrolling on the flat screen... But then, he outstretched his head toward his Dad, the mouth wide open a inch above that massive moob.

"What? Orange jam?"

The youngest nodded. There, Asgore quickly spread some jam on a toast he fed to his son, too busy with reading and planning.

"A 6-mile trail in the mountains; the temperature should be fine for us," listed Asriel between bites. "No amenities... And nudist, huh."

At that instant, the Son's golden eyes were right on Asgore, a leering grin on that soft face.

"You dirty fluffball!"

"No!"

"You want us to hike there naked!" pointed Asriel, poking at his father's shoulder. The latter lifted both hands to defend himself... Resulting in bits of that toast falling on his fur.

"No! I thought the place looked nice. There are patches of flowers off the trail and-"

"We'll go there, but no clothes."

Asgore sighed, half-closing his eyes in frustration while he pushed the toast into his Son's mouth. Sometimes, Asriel could be so hyper about their relationship... But it was endearing to see him munch while glancing at all the comments, all the photos, and all the details he could add to turn that hike into a lovely addition to their anniversary.

"Fine. Naked. But eat well before we go there," groaned Asgore, reclining on his chair and continuing their meal.

Once they finished the breakfast, and Asgore felt he had gained twenty more pounds, Son and Father handled the dirty dishes. Rather... Asgore sent his son away so he could pack what they needed while dealing with the cleaning as a show of gratitude for that breakfast.

"Fine, you can be so difficult," mumbled Asriel, faking his frustration as he left.

Their relationship sometimes used to be like that: open, a bit weird, peculiar... But they nonetheless loved each other and knew how to share space. Even in the apartment, they had their own spaces and rules so they wouldn't invade each other's privacy. By now, Asriel would have disappeared in his study, a little space where he was gaming... Or planning the whole event.

Hence, Asgore moved to their bathroom for a quick shower.

A dozen minutes later, his fur mostly dry and his make-up done, he faced what his son had placed on their bed.

Lace stockings, black leg garters, a red skirt, red frilly bras, and a v-cut red top, but no thong. Asgore lifted each piece with a bit of surprise as he saw the quality of the fabric. Those pieces must have cost dear, and...

"Wait, not yet, Gori," chuckled Asriel as he entered the room, holding his hand out. And in its palm was... A chastity cage.

"It's too expensive," mumbled Asgore, leaving the clothes to turn his body and watch Asriel kneel before him.

"I don't care. I want you to look perfect and feel great."

To this answer, Asgore sighed but gave way. He didn't want to fight his son... Especially not now, as Asriel was working between his legs. With the change of diet and pills, Asgore's thighs had widened, and so did his ass. However, something else had been forced to change.

Snug between those legs and under that fupa was a tiny prick, a tiny itsy dick nestled in a steel cockcage without a cap. A cock that was so small that it was loose within the cage. Hence, Asriel unlocked the cage and removed it, all to replace it with a new one that was smaller and had some nooks on the edge. A more refined version with a tighter ring around Asgore's taut scrotum.

The young Goat passed a finger over the shiny exposed glans, over the one inch of length with all its folded foreskin, and then on the nuts that looked nothing like what Asriel had... And once everything was locked, he kissed his father's fatty nethers.

"Here. All done, Gori."

"It's tight," mumbled Asgore, moving to get today's bras and stockings, his fingers working fast, as well as his legs.

"I know. But don't worry, you'll be all snug soon. And I'll get an even smaller cage next month."

That was how it was... Asriel had never been looking for a father figure in their couple. On the contrary, Asgore felt more feminine as he stayed with his son. Clothes, cage... It even extended to the make-up Asriel offered him and had him put on before they exited the house.

On their way to their car, they saluted George, one of their neighbor who always sat at his window, and Asgore felt his cheeks go red when the human told him he looked "lovely for his husband" today. Even though the truth was... Different.

Though Asriel didn't tease him, his sly son smirked and chuckled. So much Asgore was on the verge of jabbing his sides with the red purse he had today.

"You didn't tell me where we are going first," started Asgore as he rode shotgun in the car.

"Do not worry, it's not a fancy place. But it's important to me," retorted Asriel, raising a hand off the wheel.

"Wait. Are we going to the nearest store?"

"We are. But you don't want me to mess up the surprise? Hmm?" asked his son as they parked in front of the store. The place was bustling with people, from big families wanting to get their refills to visitors roaming the stands to occupy themselves.

In this, towering above everything else, Asgore was feeling a tad self-conscious, although no one was supposed to know about his identity. However, people still glanced at his beard and cocked an eyebrow as he was led by the hand through the store.

"Asriel!" said Asgore, his heels stomping while he followed deeper into the store. Far from the meat aisles, the fish one, the cereals, the household products. Right into the clothing part made of aisles stuffed with cheap clothes. Somehow, it was what Asriel wanted to show to Asgore... He glanced at them, then back at his Son, surprised.

"Do you remember, Gori?" the latter asked, fumbling through the feminine underwear displayed before pulling what Asgore suddenly remembered. A red thong with frills, one he glanced at with open eyes, though it wasn't exactly the same. "Bingo."

That day in the grocery store in Hometown, Asgore had been ready for a quick dash. Asriel had forced him to check the clothes aisles for no apparent reason. During that time, ever since leaving Toriel, the old Goat avoided that part... Especially due to the memories of the cross-dressing night with his late wife.

Asriel had forced him to tag along by any chance, and they found that red thong... Which started their whole relationship.

"You are a pervert," smiled Asgore, pulled along by Asriel towards the booths. No vendors were sticking around, same as clients...

Asgore knew what was to happen as Asriel pushed him into the booth. A second later, his Son joined him, his body hard-pressed against the old Goat's curvy rump.

This felt so wrong, and Asgore should have refused. But his inhibition dissipated the moment he had his Son's hands on his ass, lifting the skirt to expose that fluffy tail and those cheeks.

"Asriel..." playfully said Asgore, leaning against the opposite wall with both hands.

"You like it. Don't say I'm forcing this on you, Gori."

"... Yes."

In a sigh, Asgore admitted his excitation as he reminisced their first event as such. Whenever they bought new clothes for him in Hometown, Asriel took the opportunity to push Asgore in one booth to fuck him. So much so the staff must have caught a whiff of it... If not, the wafts of it.

It was no different as Asriel's thumb slid between those two round mounds to caress the sweaty crevice with a devious smile. He slid his fingers in between, wedged the cheeks apart, and knelt by his father's ass. Of course, that ass was not only clean but even had some touches of flowery perfume Asgore loved to use and abuse.

A sweet fragrance that didn't hide, however, the raw musky perfume from the old Goat's ruined ass. From the constant fucking and using a buttplug even at work, the rim had swollen and started to pucker out. Perfect for Asriel, who slid his lips against it. Without waiting further, he kissed the hole and felt it wink at him back. He kissed it, licked it, and prodded it with his tongue. He tasted the sweat, and even the non-chemical soap Asgore used for his softening fur.

As for Asgore, he leaned against the wall, panting like a beast of burden. His knees wobbled on the heels but endured while he kept his legs spread for his son to eat him out. His hole... His cunt, as Asriel called it, had grown so sensitive, and the usage of heating creams hadn't helped. Not at all.

Hell, Asgore had difficulty keeping track of his thoughts to himself as he pressed his forehead against the drywall, his heart pounding in his swollen chest. He was excited, needy, burning with desires even... But he couldn't cum, not as his cock had been caged by his lover.

"Hhh... You will-" started to ask Asgore, slurring.

"Take you here? Of course. Wouldn't it be a perfect way to celebrate the first part of our anniversary?"

Asriel answered by playfully digging his fingers into the hole, driving Asgore insane. His inner walls clenched, but it was impossible to repel those curious digits. They were inside, they were anchored; they wiggled, danced, circled... Never to be removed unless they wanted it both. As it was, none wanted this.

Even if Asgore continued to tremble, his knees were weak. It was so good, so pleasing to have his prostate stroked by his son, and he bit his lips in desperation, feeling how his orgasm grew. It was like a tiny spark increasing in intensity each time Asriel played with the gland, growing brighter and warmer. It was just a point, but soon, it would overtake his entire prostate until...

"Hah!"

Asgore cried and brought a hand to his mouth as he sensed the fingers suddenly pull out of his hole, leaving it agape and exposed to the store's chill ambient. What Asriel was doing?

"Shhh, Gori. I have to prepare something."

Riiiiip!

The sound filled the cabin, leaving Asgore wondering until he felt his Son's fingers on the cockcage... He then glanced left to the mirror so he could see Asriel fitting... A condom around the cage. He seemed to use the little nooks to settle it before he turned to the mirror, too, and smiled.

"We don't want to mess up the booth, Gori."

"N- No, we don't."

Asgore nodded, breathless and shivering, while his Son stood up. Next, the sound of Asriel's jean opening filled the booth... Followed by the smack of the humongous cock hitting against those round buns.

Between both, it had always been Asriel who sported the most enormous cock. Aaaand it didn't help that Asgore's dicklet had shrunken from the therapy.

"Ah... I can't wait, Gori," mumbled the youngest as he smacked his stiff shaft on those cheeks. Almost as big as an arm, Asriel was so hung it had taken weeks for Asgore to train to receive it without crying.

No longer, as Asriel merely had to press his cocktip against the orifice to feel it open up. In an instant, Asgore's swollen asshole swallowed the tip within and made the poor Goat mumble in delight while stuffing that tiny condom.

He was almost climaxing from having his son's dick prodding his ass... And he bit his lips, sure he would cry if Asriel pushed further.

"So eager, Gori... Do not worry, you'll have more occasions to scream," said Asriel with that perverted grin. That same scowl and smirk he sported when he was in a dominant mood. Perhaps Asgore regretted to have followed his son within that fantasy.

But he couldn't utter any refusal when Asriel plunged within his ass, pushing the whole mast in with a single hip thrust.

"HRMPHHH!" squealed Asgore, pressing his forehead against the drywall and rubbing the nubs of horns against it.

His body was a mess, melting and clenching around Asriel's massive dick punching and rummaging in his guts. Even with the added padding from his new diet and the plump cheeks behind, each thrust was countered by a bulge and a wet slam. One that made Asgore's legs quiver and tremble.

His son was so hung, so big... He felt that massive mushroom tip crush his prostate with love while the throbbing length slipped in and out at a brutal pace.

In, out, in out... A pace Asgore couldn't follow as he was slobbering against the wall, keeping in check the cries that sought to escape his lungs. Each of his breaths was harsh, and each of his muffled cries was harsher...

Even as his nubs of horns scrapped the drywall, there was no sign of stopping from his son. Asriel was relentless, brutal... Asgore was fucked like a beast.

In, out, in, out. Asriel's hips slammed against the bountiful buns, crushing those fatty mounds and coating the crevice with sweat, precum, and more... More as Asriel came, too. But it didn't mean the end of it.

To Asgore, it merely meant his Son had more lubricant to ram within his ass and ruin it. It signified he could experience the warm and burning cum pour inside while Asriel kept pumping with the energy of a rabid beast.

In, out, in, out. Asgore's face crumbled. Even a glance in the mirror could reveal how his mascara had started to smudge all over his face; tears and sweat had been enough to ruin the eyeliner Asgore had put effort into making, and black lines now traced his cheeks down to his beard. It was the same as the red lipstick that had tainted a part of his chin, all due to spit dripping from his agape mouth.

He was a mess, an ugly mess. His Son fucked the wits out of him. His belly bounced, and his tits giggled whenever Asriel hit his quivering cunt. His son enjoyed every second of it.

In, out, in, out. Asriel had picked up the pace and intensity, no longer caring if they were discreet in the cabin. They were not. The sound of the clapped buns was deafening, the same as the asshole's swallowing air and the fluids in a wet clasp. Asriel grunted as if he was rutting... Asgore, in comparison, was the most silent, but his pathetic mewlings and moans were too deep to be heard.

However, his hiccups were loud and added to the troubling chaos within the cabin. He hiccupped, even jolted from the assault. There were so many sensations and pleasures from being used by his son that way. He-

"HMPH!" moaned Asgore, suddenly pulled back and forced into a kiss. Asriel had plunged his whole dick inside him and grabbed him by the hair. Like a mere bitch, Asgore had to arch his back and embrace the tongue now scouring his mouth. So much saliva, so much he gargled, gurgled, but swallowed it all while force-fed by his Son's tongue.

His eyes rolled, his knees nearly hit the wall... And. There was silence, except for their low heaves.

Finally, Asriel released his grip over the hair, letting it fall back into that lush mane like before while pausing his chin on Asgore's shoulder. He was still inside, his prostate contracting to send the last drops of cum within his Dad's ass. But from the outside, Asgore looked pregnant... Positively pregnant. A practically gravid belly Asriel stroked lovingly.

"You... look wonderful, Gori," he added, ignoring the lipstick sticking to his lips.

"They heard us," mumbled Asgore, gasping frantically to catch his breath.

"If they didn't, they're deaf," chuckled back Asriel, giving a weak thrust that churned all that cum deeper.

"I used to buy groceries there. They have a good selection," grumbled Asgore, glancing at the mirror, then down. His condom had been filled... Asriel had managed to force so much out of him.

"It's fine," sighed Asriel, breathing on Asgore's neck and kissing it. "We'll have our groceries delivered from now on... Or we'll go somewhere else. You enjoyed it... Right?"

Asriel even chuckled as he moved his hands up to grab his Dad's bosoms, giving each a squeeze while pressing his chest against that strong back.

"Gori?"

"Yeah... It was so good. But we should move," mumbled Asgore, afraid as he heard some shuffle from the other cabins.

"Sure... ... But what about a round two?" answered Asriel, giving another thrust against his Dad's prostate.

And again, Asgore melted from the abuse.

-

When they were done with each round, ending in a very sweaty and exhausted third round, Asgore had to endure his son removing the condoms they used. After each session, Asriel pulled them away, tied them, and attached them to the garters.

Even as they moved outside of the fitting cabin, Asgore could feel them slapping against his thighs beneath his skirt... The same way he felt the oversized plug snug in his ass, a constant security Asgore carried in his purse when outside with Asriel. It was the sole wall between the tides of cum and the whole world... That, plus the heels, made Asgore's pace awkward, worsened by his smeared make-up.

"They're looking at me," mumbled Asgore, red-faced. He almost wished to have the ability to disappear... But no. Worse was Asriel holding him by the hand as they went through the aisles, fetching for something while carrying the red thong.

"Yes, they are."

"It's so shameful," mumbled Asgore, trying to look away. Maybe some people from the town would recognize him. Worse, some could talk to him. But at the same time, his caged dick was pushing harder against the cage.

"It's fine. We're probably not the first couple doing this," commented Asriel, glancing at the aisle for fresh salads. Not something fancy, though Asgore could only wonder.

"Yes. But if they catch us?" mumbled the old Goat, watching in every direction. Employees didn't seem to care, all bearing that same tired face of people working in the service industry... There was no security, but it didn't ease him as he fidgeted. "Shouldn't we go elsewhere?"

"I need to take something before we go on our hike. What do you think? With or without bread crumbs?"

"With." Answered Asgore, moving closer to his thoughtful son. Who leaned... And took the salad with bread crumbs.

"Alright, let's go."

With a sly grin, Asriel dragged Asgore to the drink aisle, took his favorite energy drink, and they moved to the check-out. At least the self-checkout was there; otherwise, Asgore might have died of shame... And he nearly did when he was sure an old woman recognized him.

In return, he nearly pushed Asriel toward the exit. If not for his son's relaxed attitude, Asgore would have even taken a mad dash.

"It's your day, Gori'. Take a deep breath and enjoy," stated Asriel with a grin, opening the doors and slipping inside.

"I don't feel like it... It wasn't a good idea to do this," he mumbled, following.

"Oh, but you will think it was, later," replied Asriel, throwing what was bought in the back as he turned the ignition, about to drive out of the lot.

"Plus... I need to empty myself before-" he stopped, thinking about what they should do: Breakfast, Grocery store, hiking, surprise...

"Before?" asked Asriel, reclining and taking them on the road. Not in the town's direction but directly towards the trail.

"Before we eat? ... You took only one salad," mumbled Asgore, checking in the back. Yup, only one salad.

"It's fine. I've prepared something else for you. Say, can you take something from the glove box for me? A little yellow bottle? Give me one of the pills inside."

Asriel extended his hands while Asgore fumbled in the compartment but finally pulled out the yellow bottle with "Stud Diet+" written on it. It looked like one of those pills used by athletes to bulk up... But Asriel wasn't one. He always remained that sinewy and sexy stud.

"Don't worry, Gori. Just pass me one," continued Asriel, shaking his hand until Asgore popped one of the pills inside, and his son swallowed it right up. "Thanks."

Asgore put the bottle back inside. But he took the opportunity to pull out tissues to wipe his face. He could feel the mascara and lipstick sticking to his face... And it seemed endless as he kept frotting to rub them off.

"My make-up is ruined," mumbled the older Goat, taking another tissue to rub and ensure there were no traces of it around his eyes.

"It's fine. You're looking good without it. And it's better you don't have it on the trail," answered Asriel, leaving the road for that little dirt path leading up to the mountains. "Besides, we should be naked for that trail, everything else is... Heh, almost everything else is too much.."

Almost everything... Asgore had some doubts as he felt the tip of his cockcage being damp or the slap of the tied condoms against his thighs as the ride turned bumpy. But he didn't voice them to displease his son. Instead, he kept his mouth shut... Then, he leaned to remove his heels before massaging his ankles. Even if he had become accustomed to wearing them, removing them and being barefoot felt good.

"I hope you've taken my old boots," mumbled Asgore.

"Yes, I've taken them all and... Ohh. It's starting to work," said Asriel, chuckling as they were turning and... Ending into another parking lot. A remnant of tar delineated the spots they could use, and there were only a handful of cars beside theirs. "Here we are, Gori. Ready to strip?" asked Asriel, smiling.

"No..." wished to say Asgore, feeling self-conscious. But he nodded and opened the door.

Asriel, again, proved to be foresighted. Not only did he provide Asgore with his old boots, but he also prepared two backpacks. One for him, another slightly lighter so he could take transfer items from his purse inside.

It was always difficult to surprise his son, and that was again the case as Asgore stood by the car with... Only the backpack, socks, and boots were on him... And the duo plug and cockcage.

Remained his naked and plump body Asriel ogled without shame. His son even walked up to Asgore to flick his Dad's erect nipples before kissing him.

"We should do that more often," he said... Although Asgore had a clue, his son had an exhibitionist streak, and only now was he noticing it.

"If you like it."

Asgore also enjoyed the view as he leaned and kissed his son. More lean and less muscular than Asgore at his age, Asriel possessed a certain... Masculine demeanor. His square shoulders and sinewy muscles fitted him perfectly.

He didn't have the massive arms and legs, but a wiry strength emanated from Asriel... And yes, he was hung. Even now, soft, Asriel's dick almost reached knee-length. More than that, his testicles were big, like two oranges in the tufty scrotum. Perhaps bigger. But it certainly was more massive than usual. More than usual?

Asriel chuckled at the glance his Dad gave him, then he swayed his hips to let those massive testicles swing.

"Enjoying what you see, Gori?" he asked with that leering grin, showing his white teeth.

"How long have you been wanting to do this?" asked Asgore, pursing his lips and nearly hiccupping as he saw a white droplet fall from his son's uncut shaft. Even with the foreskin, it was impossible to cover all that mushroom-shaped tip.

"Years. The last time I did this, I went with my ex, Richard, but he killed the mood," said Asriel, stopping his hip thrusts, but the balls swinging continued.

"The bull?" asked Asgore, trying to look away from that tempting sight and not to cough his lungs out.

"Yes. But let's not think about the past! I don't want us to be late!" said Asriel, clasping his hands together and turning towards the trail's direction, a path indicated by a shabby post with an old red arrow painted on it.

Late? Asgore cocked an eyebrow at the sun above them. They were early on, enough for him to feel the breakfast still filling his stomach. He stroked his belly, trying to guess when they landed before shaking his head and following his son on the trail.

"Wait!"

Asgore ran, felt the wind's caress on his genitals, the shake of his fattened body as he stomped and caught up with Asriel, who had purposefully slowed down.

"We are early. We don't have to rush for tonight," said Asgore, adjusting the position of his backpack's straps on his shoulders while marching by Asriel.

"Hmm? Oh, I plan something else for us, Gori," he replied, beaming and grinning. Asriel then pulled his phone to check a message, only to put it back. "You're right... I am a bit too nervous. Let's take it slow, shall we?"

"Yes," said Asgore, walking closer to his son and feeling a hand cupping his cheeks.

Breathing, forcing, struggling, Asgore marched on the trail that proved steeper than he thought. However, after some efforts and twists amidst the hills, it started to reveal its treasure. The land was lush with colorful flowers that had bloomed as soon as the temperature was more clement.

Red, yellow, orange, and blue were the hues that painted the mountains' slopes and the greenery from ferns and pines further afar. Like brush strokes, Asgore admired the patches of plants that didn't seem to intermingle, though they did share the same soil. Their scents were pervasive in that part of the trail, and as Asgore deviated from it to check one of those plants closer, he heard his son sneeze from the overabundance of pollen.

"You took your medications?" asked Asgore, head down in the flowers, admiring the shape of their leaves and sepals.

"Yes! Don't shake that butt too much, Gori!" answered Asriel from a little farther.

Was Asriel ogling him? It only meant for Asgore to give him some pushback as he leaned further, almost kissed the plants with his muzzle while he patted his ass. He swayed his hips, made his fluffy tail flutter, and pressed his ringed hand on the right asscheek to pry it apart.

"What do you mean? I don't hear you!" said Asgore, half-way thinking about continuing and then focusing on the flower. "We should take one to the greenhouse!"

He continued to observe, moving his hips along a rhythm only he knew about, humming it... Even down the slope, the scenery was wondrous to see: with the river further down the valley and the movements of branches hit by wind gusts. With their fur, Asriel and Asgore weren't bothered by the cold temperature, but others might. However, as he kept shaking his ass, he didn't hear any remark or shouted answer. Neither did he hear about Asriel getting closer. In fact, if his Son had the opportunity, he might have smacked that ass. He only heard distant voices. Raising an eyebrow, Asgore lifted his head from the flowers, peeled his hand off, and turned...

And went bright red.

Asriel stood on the side of the trail, his shaft surely half-mast while he tried to contain his laugh. And there was an old couple alongside him, two canines who were as naked as them. Both male and female German Shepherds were glancing at Asgore and then at Asriel.

"Don't mind us! We are admiring the view, miss!" shouted the female one with a strong accent while waving her hand at Asgore. Despite the words, he walked back to the trail, miffed. His face was surely red beneath his white fur, and his scowl pitiful.

"Ah, sorry for the display. I was messing with my so- soon-to-be-husband," said Asgore as he was close enough they didn't have to shout to hear each other.

"This is fine. We enjoyed the spectacle," answered the male, glancing at the older Goat's body. He even kept his eyes focused on those voluptuous thighs for a moment.

"We were talking about the trail. What is ahead," commented Asriel, extending a hand to grab Asgore's arm to pull him closer before whispering. "And your buttplug that was fitting well among the flowers."

The old Goat's ears flared up and burned with heat; he wanted nothing but to find a nearby hole and hide inside.

"That's right. This is your first time here? We know this place and may tell you where to go," started the female canine with a sparkle in her eyes. "We can show you around!"

With her brown coat and green eyes, the same as her partner, she seemed rather jumpy and eager to have someone to talk with.

"Liebling, we should not force them," commented the male canine, holding her shoulder while glancing at the red-faced Asgore. "We may interrupt something."

"Oh, right! I-"

"It's fine, Delilah!" shouted Asriel, making Asgore's head nearly snap in his Son's direction. The same Son who had a sly smile while patting the fluffy buns. "Gori' and I would love to know this place. She wanted to see this place for a long time!"

"She... Did?" asked the male before shaking his head and smiling. "If you are good, then we will show you."

Asgore's face reddened as he noticed how the canine addressed him with a smile. Or his interests toward his... Caged bits. In comparison, the female, Delilah, seemed indifferent about the situation and appreciated having someone to talk with... or perhaps having more than her partner to lead on the leash.

Roped into, Asgore had to follow their march on the steep trail, the scenery remaining the same as they were slowly ascending the mountain by minding its slopes, hidden between the rocks and the few coppices appearing here and there.

"Asriel," started the male canine, stepping closer to Asriel. As it was, they formed the center of the formation while leaving Delilah and Asgore hanging on the edges... But not too far in the case of Asgore. "May I ask you something, if this is not too intrusive?"

Completing that, the German Sheperd glanced over his shoulder, met eyes... And faked a cough.

"You can, Jonas. That's about Gori'? Right?" said Asriel, his voice making Asgore's ears burn.

"Yes! Yes! I am curious to... Hmm. How to say it, what She is?" continued the Canine, emphasizing the She while placing a hand on Asriel's shoulder. "How did you meet?"

"Gori and I go way back than most imagine. It all started with odd circumstances for us and a chat in an underwear aisle."

"This... is cryptic," replied Jonas, his ears fluttering.

As for Asgore, he tried to look to his right and focus on the scenery. As they ascended, the slopes were more precarious, and each step was more difficult than the previous one. But the view of the valley downward, as well as a tiny town there, was lovely. Way less shameful than to hear his son talking about him in such a passionate and excited voice... If Asriel continued, his cage would be damp.

"Gori' is quite shy, I know. But you can talk to her about that topic. She might have changed, but her memories are sharp. What about you and Delilah? Oh, she's almost running off!"

"Delilah! Wait for us!" shouted Jonas.

Indeed, the canine had almost run off further to check on their path and pointed a sort of discreet track, apart from the trail she followed by climbing up above. The place was rockier... It seemed the gentle "walk" would turn into a clamber.

"We are almost there!" she shouted, bringing Asgore's attention forward, only to notice the two men were slowing down due to Asriel's raised hand.

"Gori'?"

"Yes?" answered Asgore, his ears perking.

"Why don't you walk in front of us? If it's not too much of a bother."

"No, not at all!" answered the oldest Goat, walking between the grinning Asriel and surprised Jonas to be upfront... And the first to climb on the rocks of the three.

"So, Jonas. How did you and Delilah meet?"

"We are... Hmm, what you would call... College sweethearts. She has been my Liebling for our twenty years of marriage."

"And she wouldn't..."

The voice of Asriel seemed to trail off, although Asgore couldn't tell why. He could only guess as he pushed on his arms and legs to ascend, his ears starting to ring while their path guided them on what seemed to be the steps of a giant staircase. The view remained as beautiful and captivating... If he even dared to look toward where they came, he could see the road and perhaps the town.

"I admit, I am interested, Asriel," answered Jonas behind, the voice of the graying hound closer.

"And you're clean?"

"Clean?" continued Asriel, seemingly musing.

"Clean? Ohhh! Yes! Delilah and I are very cautious... Are you?"

Already Asgore was about to jump when he felt a hand on his ass.

"Gori, wait for your fiancee," chuckled the son.

Now Asgore knew why Asriel asked him to walk past them. His son's hand was firm on his buns, patting those and cupping them.

"Asriel?" he asked, looking above his shoulders to see both men had joined him on the platform.

"Jonas? Do you have something you'd like to ask Gori?" answered Asriel, raising a hand towards that ass with a sort of interest.

"Yes," coughed the man, barely ignoring how his red dick was slowly pushing from his sheath with its spaded tip poking out. "Gori. Is this... fine if I touch you?"

Red-faced again, Asgore held a nervous smile, especially from Asriel's encouraging gaze, before glancing up.

"Only if Delilah is fine."

Which instantly meant for the graying canine to reach for the old Goat's ass and cup it... Cup it, squeeze it, and grope it while pressing those cheeks together to hide the plug.

"Oh, Gori, you have a fine ass," commented the canine.

"... Thanks," mumbled Asgore, feeling the front of his cage becoming damp.

"Oh, please, A- Gori. You like it!" started Asriel, followed by the sound of a hand smacking a shoulder. "She is a freak... You can go for it; she doesn't mind."

"Really?" replied Jonas, his hands moving lower on those thighs.

"Yes. Let me show you," commented Asriel.

The instant before, Asgore held his breath. The second after, he had his asscheeks pried open by his Son's hands and the fingers tugging on his buttplug. Asriel tugged, forced, and... In a wet sucking sound, the toy was pulled out.

Followed then the oozing cum, the smell of raw sex, and the feeling of the breeze on his clenching hole.

But the young Goat wasn't done, and soon he felt fingers, rougher than Asriel's, explore the orifice.

"Gori, tell me what you think of Jonas's fingers in your cunt."

Asgore exhaled and inhaled, feeling those rough digits tug on his hole toward the exterior... But also towards the two men as if the canine had hooked the hole. His body trembled, but those two, no three, fingers were relentlessly exploring.

"Hhh... I- I love it. He's stretching my cunt so much, Asriel," moaned Asgore, holding himself against the rock... And huffing.

"What's taking so long? Where are you?" asked Delilah, not far. For a moment, Asgore even thought she might manage to pull him out of this situation. But no. Jonas' fingers were still deep inside that ass and massaging it.

"Fuck... She is stretchy. I could fuck her with my knot," commented Jonas with his thick accent. "Liebling! We're here!"

"You are taking so long! What are you doing to this poor Gori'?" asked Delilah, shouting from above... But she didn't seem angry; she seemed more curious.

"I am trying her cunt! She is stretchy!"

"Do not worry, Delilah!" continued Asriel before he passed by Asgore on the right and climbed on the stone. "Gori' needs a little break, and Jonas will help her."

"Oh, you, Americans!" chuckled the canine above before the sound of her laughter went away... Followed by Asriel's ascending steps and grunts.

Leaving Jonas and Asgore.

The old Goat exhaled, breathed, and tried to still himself against the rock. His ass burned despite the cold breeze rubbing and massaging the swollen and clenching orifice.

"Don't be too rough, Darling! This must be her first time!" shouted Delilah from afar. An encouragement met by a hand leaving Asgore's backside to explode his belly, then plump chest before grabbing the latter.

"I will not be rough unless you want it, Gori'." Said Jonas, his breath directly against Asgore's pierced right ear and blowing his earhole. The Canine's warm chest was already pressing against the plump backside, and there was a poking sensation coming from between the crevice.

Would he? Asgore breathed and bit his lips.

"I can stop," continued Jonas.

However, Asgore shook his head and glanced above his shoulders: "you- You can."

The German Shepard's green eyes gleamed instantly before his hips jutted forward.

Jonas might not have been as hung as Asriel. However, his sheer size was surprising nonetheless. His dick protruded from the sheath like a stone monument, profuse with its rough, earthy, and heady musk. A tone more intense than Asriel's, reminiscent of woods and humus.

Asgore gasped as he sensed the cocktip press within his hole and the canine shudder behind him.

"Oh... You are so much more stretchy than Delilah," muttered Jonas with a trembling voice. All of his body quivered while he pushed the cockhead forward without finding any resistance. Not that Asgore could have offered some, as his hole had been drilled, trained, and abused by his Son and many dildos.

Nowadays, he was a size queen that could accommodate most men. And Jonas was one of them. Asgore moaned and felt that pair of hands grip his breasts and squeeze them. It wasn't gentle, it wasn't kind. The old Goat loved it nonetheless as the needy Canine leaned over him and fed that massive cock within him... Up to the knot. Up to the large bump that was at the limit of what that ruined cunt could swallow.

"Oh.... You are so stretchy... Could I... Use my knot?" pressed Jonas, whispering right into Asgore's ears while twisting and pinching one of the nipples.

"Y- Yes. Please."

It sounded insane, crazy. Taking a Dog's knot was always a sign the moment would last, and a part of Asgore wanted it to remain endless. Even in his precarious position, with his legs weak, he desired it.

He wanted that knot. He shivered and nearly teared up when the bulbous base rubbed against his sensitive hole. It pried it open. It forced on the sphincter with a width it hadn't accommodated before.

And behind, Jonas was a gruffing mess. Gasping, growling, exhaling, mewling, the old Dog seemed truly enthralled by the sensation of stuffing his knot inside. His hands were more frantic in grasping Asgore's plump chest and leaning against that fluffy bottom.

"Oh... Gori'. You are such a gute Frau," moaned the canine. "Asriel... Is a lucky man. Bless his heart for sharing you."

Asgore's ears burned, same for his face. He was shared with another man, that was true. Not a friend from Asriel or a colleague. No. He was a complete stranger who could have been an utter pervert. The mere thought of it... Asgore's cage dripped, as well, from the sensation of that dick rubbing most of his holes.

"Hah... Please, Jonas. Fuck me with your knot," he said with a neediness in his voice.

"I can hurt you, Gori."

"Please."

Even if Jonas seemed doubtful and proposed to back down, Asgore could hear that tail wave in the man's back... Steadily, the old canine began pulling on the hole with his hips. He pulled, pulled... Pulled.

The sphincter resisted at first, sucking in and trying to limit the movement. It constrained the knot enough to make the old Goat shudder and the graying Dog moan.

Even then, Jonas didn't stop. He kept pulling, pulling, and pulling. Until.

PLOP!

In a wave of precum and cum, the knot went free, leaving Asgore's hanging and moaning. His hole had relinquished, and his muscles had given out. His knees shuddered...

Only to have that knot pushed back inside and abuse his sensitive orifice.

"You can take it!" commented Jonas, astonished and laughing.

That dog nearly jumped on him before Asgore could react and reply. Using a tiny rock and guiding him toward it, Jonas climbed and stood above the old Goat's ass.

In that angle, it was not only easier for the Goat to lean against the wall and endure. But it made it easier for Jonas to do what he wanted... To hump that ass.

And hump he did, going from a single pullout to a ravenous pace of yanking his knot out of Asgore's hungry hole before forcing it back inside. The same ravenous hands that grabbed his tits, squeezed them, pinched them, tortured them.

It was so fast, so intense, so rough, Asgore couldn't conceive where did that man find his stamina and strength. Yet, he perfectly filled that role and that hole.

"Your cunt is wonderful, Gori'!" cried Jonas through gasps and heaves, weighing entirely on Asgore's back, who bore it with many moans and mewlings.

His battered prostate had made him cum, and his tiny dicklet was sore... Yet, he couldn't tell it to Jonas... Not as his breath and words were stolen by the ramming his gland endured.

It endured, he endured, they endured. All up until a sigh of delight came from Jonas as he pulled out, and cum poured from Asgore's ruined orifice. When did that man cum? How much was he able to cum?

The old Goat's was a mess...

"Did you enjoy it, Gori'?"

Asriel's voice echoed just above Asgore. The old Goat looked above, saw his Son kneeling in such a way his dick was hanging loose. As for Asgore, his face was sweaty, his eyelids half-closed, and his legs wobbling.

"Y- Yes. He-," said Asgore, swallowing his saliva. "He fucked me with his knot."

"I see that... What do you think of my dear Gori', Jonas?"

"I- Hhf," grunted the Canine behind.

Glancing, Asgore noticed the old Dog was in the same state as him, if not worse... But still had a hard-on, coated with cum and bright red in daylight. "She has a wonderful cunt, Asriel."

"Why not continue this discussion a bit further? Delilah and I broke camp."

Asgore nearly sighed in relief at the mention of Camp.

A relief he swallowed back when faced with the revelation that "discussion" didn't mean for them to take a break. No, it meant having Jonas mount Asgore's ass once more while they idly talked on a stone point, watching over the valley and most of the trail. While Asriel, Delilah, and even Jonas spoke together, Asgore had to weather the humping from that seemingly relentless canine. Where did he find that stamina? Asgore couldn't tell, but his prostate screamed for peace after the third rutting. And yet, it was only after the fifth that Jonas finally gave out, and his dick no longer protruded like a monolith.

"Asriel! You must tell me how you trained your Frau!" shouted the Dog, his tail wagging like crazy as he stepped away from Asgore and the towel he was lying on.

"That was a long process, Jonas. Err... And I am certain you don't want to mistreat Delilah!"

"Are you, Jonas?"

Raising a tired eyelid and looking forward, Asgore watched the canine couple close together and even hugging while Jonas seemed to throw himself at his wife with excuses. However, he couldn't understand his speech... German, probably.

He sighed, closing his eyes as the sun warmed his fur.

"What a sight, huh," mumbled Asriel nearby, forcing Asgore to raise his eyelids and see his Son sitting by his side.

"Yes. That's a nice place," retorted the old Goat, his fluffy tail wagging. Indeed, the view, even if he could only partially see it, was beautiful. Large green mountains surrounded them in all directions as if the earth undulated like waves. But his observation was stopped by Asriel's laugh.

"I meant our "friends"," retorted Asriel, reaching out to rub the space between Asgore's shaved horns. "Delilah and Jonas. I learned they moved into our town one year before us. Isn't it funny we never met before?"

"... It is," mumbled Asgore, rolling and groaning. And saluting as the couple approached.

"Err... Sorry, Gori, for using my knot. If you want, we can help you return to your car," commented Jonas, looking down.

"This is-"

"No worries. We will find our way back. You don't have to help us," cut Asriel before Asgore could chime in.

"Are you certain? I am sorry. I wanted to show you the trail," Delilah grimly said, looking at Asgore. "I knew I had to take that cream with you, sly dog."

"No worries. We have enough time left for our event tonight. We're not pressed for time."

"See, I told you. Gori' and Asriel cannot follow us all the way," continued Jonas, perking up.

"Ahw. This is fine. We will continue," commented Delilah, offering a little smile to Asgore, who answered with another. "You have my phone number, Asriel?"

The youngest Goat produced his phone, waving it to the couple and his Father.

"I got everything; you can rest easy. And I'll follow you up on your promise for next week!"

The couple nodded, and with a wave, they departed by climbing further up that strange path. Hiking turned into rock climbing with them... And Asgore couldn't say he would have followed them, even if his ass hadn't been battered by that knot.

"What will come next week?" asked Asgore, feeling his Son's fingers back to rubbing the sore spot between the horns.

"They invited us for a meal. A thank you for helping Jonas."

"He needed that, it seems," mumbled Asgore, melting beneath those fingers.

"You sparked his interest, Delilah told me he has never been so excited. "He is like a puppy", she told me. But I didn't reveal them what we were," reassured Asriel before descending his digits along the spine. "And talking about a meal, it's time for our lunch."

The fingers continued down halfway until Asriel removed them and stepped away to sit on another rock: perfect for someone to comfily deposit their ass on it... And spread their legs.

"Our lunch? Already? What did you prepare for me?" sighed Asgore, pushing with his legs to stop embracing the starfish lifestyle on the towel. His ass was sore, his legs quivered, his arms were weak. But he managed to lift his body... And see Asriel pulling out his salade with one hand. While the other pointed at his genitals.

Somehow... Somehow, Asriel's testicles had grown more. Enough to have them become like two enormous grapefruits snug in a taut furred scrotum. More than that, his dick, half-chub, oozed cum on the ground.

Asgore blinked, then remembered the pills his Son had asked him to give... Was it it? Or something else? He chuckled but crawled closer as Asriel unpacked his lunch and opened his can.

"Don't worry, Gori'. I packed heavily. Dig in!"

The remark came as loving and a bit mocking. Of course, Asriel was packing a lot, but this looked absurd. Of course, all that good semen would go to waste if Asgore didn't step up. In a groan, even a sigh of satisfaction, the old Goat extended his throat forward. His Son's cocktip was musky and delicious so. The foreskin peeled it off naturally as blood rushed within the organ and made it throb.

Once the whole glans was uncovered, pointing upward, Asgore's eyes focused on the white bead at the tip. It was shiny, surely tacky, salty, and then more.

"Don't waste a drop," said Asriel, or attempted to as he munched on his salad without waiting for Asgore to start sucking.

And the old Goat didn't want to waste one single drop.

The moment his lips closed on the shaft, a torrent of raw and musky semen washed over his tongue. He gargled and gurgled but valiantly swallowed that meal his Son had "prepared." Worse, it was how Asriel seemed unbothered and not even reaching his orgasms. Of course, the young Goat winced and had trouble swallowing his salad, as Asgore saw. But an orgasm? No. Those were mere spouts ejected from his shaft.

Salty, tasty, sticky, pungent spouts Asgore swallowed with delighted eyes and a delighted tongue. Beneath his jaw, each swallow bulged while his exhausted hand massaged his taut belly. Inside, he felt the warmth of cum and the satisfaction of being fed. His hunger was gone, his needs as well since Jonas had battered his ass... Leaving the old Goat with that satisfaction of enjoying a devious meal, a perverse meal, one so much in the outback that nobody would bother or halt them.

"I was joking, Gori'. Don't overdo yourself. We still have something tonight," commented Asriel, scratching his Dad's horns and rubbing the sore skin in between. He was right.

Nonetheless, Asgore ate his fill, and so did Asriel.

Mouth and shaft joined by hunger and needs, the couple didn't move from their seat at first. But then, Asriel decided his ass was quite tired of sitting on the hard stone, and he placed his towel on the rocky surface before laying on it.

Just so he could watch the view while having his Dad sucking him off again, again, and again in a concert of garglings, gurglings, and huffs whenever the oldest Goat took a break.

Even if Asriel told him it wasn't necessary to push himself or to overfill his belly, Asgore kept going at it. His mouth was relentless, and by the middle of the afternoon, after many changes of position and situation, it was Asriel who had to push against his Dad's head to make him stop.

"Stop, Gori'... Ahh... If you keep going, my dick will be shredded," said the youngest Goat, forcing with his hand.

"Hrmph. Sorry, Asriel. I was into the moment," justified Asgore, wiping the saliva and cum off his mouth. He was looking so pitiful... Yet, Asriel reached for those cheeks and beard, wiping a droplet on them.

"You are always so into the moment. That's also why I love you, Gori," chuckled Asriel.

"... And not for another reason?" asked Asgore, smiling earnestly to his Son, who returned to lying on the towel.

"Well. Because you are my Dad, and I love how you're rocking that MILF body."

"MILF?"

Asgore remained at the limit of his towel, watching Asriel look up to the sky for a moment.

"I told you about it, no?" he asked, grimacing a bit.

"If you did, I don't remember," retorted Asgore, kicking the air with his feet. His legs weren't as wobbly as before... So long as Jonas didn't come back around.

"Mother I'd like to fuck."

"Huh?"

"That's what it means... You're looking just like a mother. That's what got Jonas into you, I guess," explained Asriel, extending a hand upward before suddenly stretching and jumping on his feet.

"It's time to move, Gori!"

"Wait! What?" cried Asgore, but already his Son was packing his towel, damp and all, and checking for their bags.

"Yeah. We might be late if we don't move," said Asriel, cramming everything in his backpack.

"Late? But it should be three, at worst! What's that surprise?" asked Asgore... But he got an answer: a kiss on the snout and a "This is a secret."

Grumbling and groaning, Asgore still took his towel and rolled it before pushing it into his backpack. Luckily, the descent was easier for the two as Asgore didn't have to fight against gravity with trembling legs. Their path was delineated by the numerous ejaculations on the stone, leaving the scent of sex hanging around.

"You fucked like pigs," commented Asriel in a jump, taking the lead over his Dad.

"He fucked me, and I couldn't say no. He was relentless," grumbled Asgore, clambering.

"Talking about the wolf."

Asgore's head suddenly spun in Asriel's direction, only to see his Son smile at him and stick his tongue out.

"Don't worry, no more fucking while climbing for you."

"Haha. Next time, I won't join you. Or you'll have to carry me after he's done with me," he mumbled, finally joining his Son. But before he could move past him, a pair of hands grabbed his waist.

"With pleasure, Gori," retorted Asriel with his tiny arms.

"I'm too big," mumbled Asgore, but still, his Son made him spin on his boots and confront that face: those eyes, those lips, that kiss. A long kiss Asgore enjoyed with his mouth explored. For a moment, they were joined until Asriel stopped it.

"Then I must be stronger to carry you."

Asgore didn't know if he should laugh or cry at it, so he took the first option and laughed, only to have another kiss left between his shaved horns.

"But if I can say something: next time, we'll fuck at home and have a proper hike... And not a shortened one."

"That's good for me... So, will you tell me why we're so hard-pressed to move?"

"No."

A sly smile completed the playful tone used by Asriel before he released his grip and slipped away. Forcing Asgore to join and almost run after him as they entered the original trail once more and went for the parking lot.

Luckily, there was no more fucking around, and it was with a wiped fur and a buttplug that Asgore entered the car... But naked, as if Asriel wanted something out of him. But his Son took the opportunity to put something on.

"It's a secret, Gori'," answered Asriel when asked about it, adding another kiss to the barrage of love before they drove off.

The drive was relatively quiet and easy, and the houses at the edge of Andes Field indicated they were getting close. Due to its size, the place rarely had any traffic, and this day was no different... However, Asgore still wished he had something to cover himself as they drove downtown and had to stop at intersections. Red-faced, he couldn't dare to look at those on the sidewalks or in their cars... But he felt the caress of Asriel as they swerved and drove behind a place they knew.

"Lucretia" was the name of it, the most high-end Italian restaurant in the region, and going there was a rarity for the two. Their prices were excessive, but their dishes were luscious.

"They're not open. And I'm naked," cried Asgore when Asriel parked just by the backdoor. Usually, only workers would go there.

He had planned something big.

"Hmmm. Do not worry; one of the employees will let us in. He owes me big time," he retorted, cutting the contact and opening the door wide.

Asgore followed, of course, more timorous than his son... Especially when the latter knocked at the back door. A few seconds later, it flung open on a fish wearing a chef's suit. The blue-scaled man glanced at Asgore at first, his mouth ajar, then at Asriel.

"You didn't tell me she would be naked!" he nearly shouted but stepped back to let them enter the kitchen. The place was quiet, without any people, and the chef must have been busy because all of his preparations were on the table. But he was alone.

"And, sorry. Welcome, Miss Gori," commented the fish, bowing a bit and trying not to ogle at Asgore.

"That's no problem. I think my S-my Asriel did something to you?" asked Asgore, glancing at his Son, who had already wandered off. But when he turned to follow his gaze, the fish-man coughed.

"Not exactly. He is a good friend of mine and helped me with a tough situation. So! May I offer you a drink?"

With that, the fish man almost ran to take two glasses from a cupboard.

"What wine do you prefer?" he asked, stumbling upon himself and glancing at Asriel's direction, then he returned to Asgore. "A... Erm... Lady like you should have some preferences regarding drinks."

"Hmm... I'll take your most popular. I am rarely drinking."

"Oh! Then, perhaps..." the fish continued, putting away those glasses and ignoring his preparations. All that effusion bothered Asgore enough that he no longer covered his private parts with his hands. "Perhaps we should talk about your plans. Asriel told me this is your p- anniversary? You seem to have enjoyed it so far! And concluding it is an excellent idea. May I talk to you about my land's gastronomy and-"

"Alf', you can stop this. I'll handle it."

Asriel's voice appeared at the same time that furry face poked through the corner of the door. He grinned and smiled but mostly beckoned Asgore.

"And it's perfect, thanks," commented Asriel.

The fish man seemed somewhat satisfied and smiling. Like a switch, he returned to his preparations while no longer giving off that aura of sheer stress. In comparison, Asgore fumbled over himself as he walked towards his Son and was met with a kiss on the snout, an arm below his, and a caress on the belly.

"It may sound weird to you. And it is a bit rushed," said Asriel, leading his Dad forward. "But I assure you I want this for us."

"You're not reassuring me, Asriel."

They walked through the door and entered an alcove maintained by folding screens. They were still in the staff area. However, there was a table placed at that spot, hidden from the public, ready for them with a lit candlestick. Beside it, there was another table. Covered with a large robe in a tight bag.

"That's for you," commented Asriel, pushing his Dad's backside so he could grab the bag... And though Asgore couldn't see the cut, the red sheen textile could be noted.

"What? A robe? For me?" asked Asgore, befuddled. "This- This must have been expensive!"

"Not so much. People owed me a lot of favors," chuckled Asriel, patting his Dad's posterior. "The most difficult part was to take your measures without you noticing it."

Somehow, it made more sense how his Son had been patting him and asking for those details over the last month. But even then, Asgore glanced at the robe, biting his lips and repressing his sentiments.

"I- I don't have anything for you, Asriel. No gifts or-"

But before he could unleash his sentiments, Asgore was shushed by a finger on his lips.

"I already got that covered... Trust me, Gori. This... This is something for the both of us, not only you," said Asriel.

Asgore hiccupped but nodded, fidgeting with his boots as he took the plastic bag and followed his Son's guidance towards the women's toilets, where he would have a minimum of privacy.

The robe Asriel had commissioned was of red sheen, with a shoulder cut over the left. The robe was tight, but not too tight, to embrace the new curves from Asgore, like his belly, without compressing them. It descended up to half-knees with leg slits that accommodated his massive thighs. Finally, the underside was covered by red-laced undergarments along the high heels Asriel handed him through the door.

Out of his boots and with a robe that looked too classy for him, Asgore struggled with the instructions but still managed to put everything on without forcing on the sewings... In the end, it made him look... Much better. Less like Asgore and more like Gori, Asriel's girlfriend.

The difference was astonishing, although he felt dirty to have put it on after walking through the mountains and been fucked... Even his buttplug seemed an insult as he stepped out of the toilets with his boots in hand.

"What should I do with... Those." Mumbled Asgore, his irises widening.

His son was in a suit, a stylish tuxedo with the whole lot: vest, bow tie, shirt, pants, shoes... He even adjusted the little wrist cuffs before pulling on a chair in front of Asgore.

"Sit, Gori. I will handle this," offered Asriel, extending a hand.

A single exchange and Asgore sat on the chair, attended by his Son, who only disappeared for half a second. This time, instead of this morning, Asriel sat on the other side but grinned wholeheartedly, while Asgore seemed distraught, unfocused, and bothered.

"Asriel... Really. This is so much, I- I can't even tell how much it must have cost you," started the old Goat, baffled.

The table had everything, from the whole cutlery display to the candles. This was so absurd, especially as the restaurant was supposedly closed at the moment, and they were hidden in the staff area. How many strings did Asriel pull to get this going?

"This is only the beginning, Gori'. I have more for you, but I want us to remember that instant. So we can talk about it, later," answered his Son, extending a hand.

He answered by extending his hand, too. Asriel's fingers moved on, stroked those knuckles, diligently passed over the little tufts on them before shifting to the back of the hand. But Asgore remained... Surprised and unable to keep his eyes peeled off everything.

"I understand this. But you don't have to ruin yourself for us. You know I am fine with a meal together at home and..."

Asgore stopped as the fingers went to his wrist to grab it and his attention.

"I don't want you to be fine, Gori'. Not tonight. I want you to remember this day as something significant for both of us. Something we won't forget. I don't want you to remember it as a moment of worry," answered Asriel, his head slightly tilted.

There was something in Asgore, something vile and depraved, that wanted him to pull back and remove his hands from Asriel's grasp. But he breathed out and let it.

"Okay... I'll try," he responded. "How long did it take you to prepare this?"

"Gori'..." answered Asriel with a low tone, almost growling.

"I am not worrying! I am curious how long you planned this all. I thought it had been for a month, but I imagine it's been more," he mused, trying to smile and placate his son.

"It has been almost ten months since I have planned the event, and more for your surprise. You wouldn't believe how hard it was for me to have it done... But it's here!"

"The more you are talking about that surprise, the more I worry," mumbled Asgore.

"Then, let's not worry. Gori'. Tell me... Did you find more flowers from the mountains you'd like to take home?"

"I did! I don't know their names exactly; I must dust off my old books and compare them with what I remember. But I still wish to grow those Siamese tulips. It should be easy, but I am somehow always mistreating them and killing them."

"I'll get them for you. How are the other flowers? I haven't checked on your Gardenias lately."

"They are divas, but I know how to care for them."

Asgore slightly chuckled as his Son kept prodding for more and more about his flowers. And like a breaking dam, Asgore felt all that pressure dissipate as he spoke of his plants. They had moved here and installed a new shop. Already, he drowned under the custom orders. The large and derelict greenhouse had turned into a bountiful garden where he grew his most precious plants, and it seemed to be a good investment. Even paying off the credit for it would be easy.

Although, if Asgore wanted to grow more, he would need helpers. And an extension of that greenhouse.

In comparison, Asriel's career in the local administration looked promising. He already worked with a small division of the law department and always seemed so perky when he mentioned cases the city was involved in.

Moving here, that new start, had been for the better, and Asgore couldn't have been more grateful for this.

Before... It was becoming hard to remember how they lived back there. But Asgore was grateful Asriel was no longer as gloomy as in Hometown. It had never been the city's small size or the lack of entrainment; Andes Field was just as big, with slightly more amenities.

It had never been the place itself but the people. Both, Asriel and him hadn't been fitting since the fallout with Toriel.

Sometimes, that dark part of his mind wished to turn back the clock and fix the communication issues he had with his ex-wife in an attempt to mend the family.

Yet. As he looked at Asriel, talking and drinking the offered wine, he pushed back against those cursed wishes. His family had been ruined long ago... Asriel might have had some issues with Toriel, too. Hometown wasn't kind, and rumors always ran faster than the events...

Even Rudy had been the target of it, somehow.

"You seem thoughtful. Is something happening?" asked Asriel, interrupting his tale right in the middle where an accused was throwing an egg at the plaintiff.

"Bad memories of old times," answered Asgore before extending his other hand. "I was thinking how brighter you look compared to back then."

"Hah... Yes. I should tell you what happened one day. To clear out the air," answered Asriel, his smile disappearing as if a shadow passed over it.

At that moment, Asgore reached to grab his Son's hand, held it between both palms and smiled back.

"Not today. You want us to remember that day in a positive light. Now... How did the plaintiff react?"

Right away, Asriel seemed on the verge of laughing. Through tears, he tried to convey that egregious tale of the plaintiff throwing back a book at the accused and how the court devolved into chaos.

Asgore held onto that hand, keeping it warm until the chief arrived with a set of antipasti for each, an assortment of smoked chicken, pâté, sausage, cheeses, olives, and tapenade. A rich assortment they dug while drinking over that imported wine.

Though, from the two, Asriel was the more refined one, while Asgore thoughtlessly ate his fill..

Pointers were exchanged, glasses emptied, and finally, the osso Bucco with fettucine arrived. Asgore almost drooled over himself but stopped. Asriel stood up from his seat, forcing a raised eyebrow from the old Goat who followed his Son's steps to the kitchen.

For a second, he thought to follow. Then, Asriel returned with a set of papers and a huge grin.

"Before we begin the main dish, I want you to see this!"

Asgore raised an eyebrow, watching the strut in Asriel's pace before those papers were extended to him... And he read.

Birth certificate, court orders, forms... Under his eyes, Asgore watched the piles of documents. Those were in Gorial Dreemurr's name. Not Asgore. It was his documents, but modified, renamed, and amended for his "changes" under Asriel's guidance.

"What is this?" he asked, bewildered by all those papers.

"The proof you are Gorial, Gori'. Is this what you wanted? A new start together?"

Asgore's eyes were thinly veiled, his breath hastening as he held firmly onto the documents... He had no words for it. He shivered as if sick and paralyzed... How could his Son have those documents? Worries plagued the old Goat, worked in tandem with that dark place that wanted to run back to Hometown and be back to who he was, even if it was impossible.

He gasped.

He gasped as Asriel's digits stroked his chin, the delicate thumb pressing against the fluffy fur. It was enough to soothe Asgore, appease him, and let go of that worry. Asriel managed to get them... Even if he refused, it wouldn't do anything good as they were copies.

His Son managed the impossible to please him, a wonderful gift for Asgore as he released his grip on the paper.

Instead, he guided his Son's to his mouth and kissed.

"Yes..." he mumbled.

"Gori?"

"Yes. I want it," continued Asgore, breathing onto that palm before rubbing his cheek against it.

"You mean... You wanted this, right?" correctified Asriel, his voice trembling with emotion.

"Yes. Asriel, I wanted this. And I want it," repeated Asgore, letting the hand go to look at his Son, who seemed surprised and nervous, yet smiling.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"This is not the entire surprise, right?" he retorted, smiling back despite the waves of emotions washing over him.

"... Dad. I mean Gori'. Are you serious?"

Asgore nodded. And like, as expected, Asriel's smile widened. He, too, seemed about to burst from those emotions as he ran to the Kitchen where he had hidden the actual surprise.

Running, stumbling, almost crawling, Asriel knelt by Asgore and opened the jewelry box.

Inside was a mere silver ring with a single diamond on it. Nothing big... But perfect.

Before Asriel could fumble all over himself in excuses, Asgore extended his hand and ring finger. The band fitted without any difficulties.

They exchanged a gaze, and Asgore nearly threw himself at his Son, kissing him. This was their new start together as a couple. All for the better.