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Knelle awoke in darkness. He was aware of an ache in his back radiating down his legs. He looked around the room, but could see nothing in the pitch blackness. The very last thing he could recall was falling down a hole, tumbling in the air for what felt like years, and now here he was. Panic settled in quickly: am I dead? Why is it so dark?

The cat sat up. Putting his feet on the floor hurt, but he found he could bear the pain. Again he took in his surroundings, and now he saw the sliver of light under the door. Feeling shame for his hasty assumption, he groped for the doorknob but found the light switch instead.

When his eyes dilated, he saw he was in a quaint bedroom with a desk, an armoire, a dresser, and a very large bed in which he had been sleeping. He found his clothing folded neatly and resting atop the dresser, with his glasses on top.

When Knelle stepped out of the bedroom, he was stricken by the smell of baking. It was a pie unlike anything he had ever smelled before, but its scent was delicious. He followed his nose, passing hallway doors and cordoned off stairs before reaching the den where, finally, Knelle saw one of his rescuers.

The pretty but noticeably mature goat glanced up from her book (Fascinating Snail Facts, its cover said) and blinked, then smiled amicably. "Good morning, little one!" she said to the cat as though he weren't an adult. She put aside her book, laying her spectacles atop it. "It seems you're all right after all."

"Um, yes, I guess so," Knelle murmured. He inspected the goat carefully, taking note of her matronly appearance. "This is gonna sound rude, but--."

"Say no more, dear," she tutted, rising from her chair. She stood a head above Knelle yet was not at all threatening. "My name is Toriel, and you are in the world of monsters - the underground."

The cat blinked. "So it's--, this place is real?"

Toriel smiled patiently and rubbed the boy's shoulder. "You must certainly be hungry. The pie should be cool now, would you care for some?"

Though the cat's first instinct was to politely decline, his stomach grumbled and answered for him. Toriel treated him to a daunting slice which he had no trouble putting away.

Though outside was a relative term in the underground, Knelle nevertheless left the quaint home and ended up in the heart of a large town in which the castle, which the house was but a small outgrowth of, stood dominant. The cat was dizzy with awe for all that he saw. And then he saw a stout, handsome goat with a lush blonde beard and hair which came together like a mane, and his awe changed to desire accordingly, because Knelle found him very attractive.

"Ah, hello there," the male goat said, smiling politely down at Knelle. He extended a fuzzy white hand and shook Knelle's paw, completely covering it with his digits. "I'm so glad to see that you've woken up! Tori and I had begun to worry."

Knelle smiled thinly, swishing his tail. He was positively infatuated. It must have been obvious in his face, because the goat laughed bashfully. "My name is Asgore. I'm the king here!" he said offhandedly.

"Oh! Um, king? So is she--, is Toriel the queen?" Knelle warily asked. "I'm sorry. I should say your majesty, right?"

Asgore let loose a fun belly laugh and patted Knelle's shoulder. "Don't worry, you're in no trouble. And please, just Asgore. Or," he smiled coyly, "King Fluffybuns, if you wish."

Knelle blinked, then started to laugh, when suddenly a much younger goat tugged his pantleg. Small and incredibly adorable, wearing jeans and a green-and-yellow striped shirt, he hardly looked like a prince. He smiled up at Knelle. "Howdy. You were sleeping in my dad's bed. We were all really worried about you."

Startled by the articulacy of the boy, Knelle squatted and smiled awkwardly. "Well--, well thank you. I hope, uh," he looked up at Asgore, craning his head very far back to do so, "I'm not putting you out, sir."

"No! Not at all," Asgore effused. "We love guests. Little Asriel here especially. If you like to play catch, you've got a friend right here."

At this, Asriel grinned bashfully. Knelle grinned back. "Maybe later, okay?" he said to the young goat. "I'm still getting my bearings. A-a-and I throw like a girl."

"I kinda do too," the young goat admitted. He and Knelle shared a giggle before Toriel sweetly called for him. "Oh, I better go, mom needs me. I'll see you later."

Knelle and Asgore watched him go. "He's cute," the cat said, smiling and turning to the king. "Like his dad."

Immediately Asgore began to blush, and his cheerful countenance grew noticeably self-conscious. He forced a laugh. "I have, hm, actually heard that one before. Though only from ladies."

Seeing that Asgore was blushing caused a feedback loop for Knelle. As a cat, he loved to tease; and if the object of his affection reacted to that teasing with embarrassment, he intended to build on it. Wearing a terribly sly smile, Knelle reached under the edges of the king's purple cape and stroked his warm, thick belly. "We-e-ell," he tittered, "you've heard it before 'cause it's true."

"Ah, have I, now?" Asgore chuckled, putting a fuzzy hand on Knelle's shoulder. "It seems you're quite affectionate."

"It's a cat thing," Knelle breezily said, smiling and flicking the tip of his tail around. "I can be a lot more affectionate if you like."

Such a bashful expression on Asgore's face told Knelle that he was pushing the right buttons. The kingly goat laughed uncomfortably and said, "You know, I really only get affection from my wife."

"I can imagine," Knelle said a little sourly, removing his rubbing paws from the goat's body. "But affection from a cat is some of the best around. Thi-i-ink about i-i-it," he sing-songed before turning and heading for the house. With Asgore's interest assured, Knelle enjoyed some more pie as young Asriel did the same beside him.

That afternoon, the mother and son left hand-in-hand with snail-catching nets. The king, whom had changed into the much more casual dress of slacks and a sweatshirt which read Nose-Nuzzle Champions of '98, smooched her goodbye and closed the door behind them. When he turned around, he blinked in surprise, for Knelle was hardly a foot behind him with his paws clasped behind his back and a truly mischievous swish in his tail. His face, however, was calm.

"Looks like it's just us now," Knelle remarked.

Asgore smiled pleasantly. "So it seems! Anything you'd like to do? Tori has quite an extensive collection of books, I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you read some of them. Why, I've seen a few about culture on the surface, perhaps you'd find them interesting if..."

As the goat prattled on and on with his back to the door, Knelle perused him. It went without saying that Asgore was a very attractive creature, both handsome and strong with a body that could drive a daddy-hungry cat like Knelle crazy. Knelle did not, however, think of himself as a homewrecker. He had no malice towards Toriel, and in fact found her pleasant and sweet. He didn't want to do a thing to split them apart, but it was impossible to pass up the opportunity he had been given. He slid his little paws under Asgore's shirt, and the king stopped speaking mid-sentence.

"You're--, hm," he tutted, slowly putting his hands on Knelle's shoulders. "Is this some kind of cultural difference?" he doubtfully asked, smiling. "A greeting I'm unaware of?"

"Asgore, please," Knelle quietly said with a smile. "Come sit down."

When the king settled into Toriel's recliner, Knelle leaned over him. He kissed the goat on his lips and ran a paw through his golden beard, and was pleased to note the softness of the hair. The king didn't kiss back, but the boy wasn't surprised. He licked Asgore's lips, and then he purred, "If it's not obvious, I'm pretty hot for you."

The king chuckled bashfully. "That means attracted, doesn't it? I can tell, but, hm."

"No hm," Knelle tutted. "Don't think about your family. Don't think of anything at all but me, okay?"

"A difficult request," Asgore murmured, gripping the armrests, "but I'll give it a try."

Knelle dropped smoothly to his knees and placed his paws on the goat's thighs. He pulled the king's legs in opposite directions, and his suggestion coaxed Asgore to part them. Then the boy slid his paws up into the goat's crotch, and he began to fondle the masculine outline he found. A gentle moan escaped the king, thrilling Knelle, whose tail started to swish and whip. He realized as he palmed Asgore's groin that the king was well-equipped.

"Your touch is very nice," Asgore sighed, closing his eyes as if to shut out the guilt. "I would be a liar if I said I wanted you to stop."

"Well, I happen to know what I'm doing," Knelle casually said, deftly opening the fly. Beneath the flaps and holding the king's package taut were briefs, something Knelle hadn't expected to find in the underground. The lovely sight they made was enough to keep him from questioning it.

"Raise your butt a little bit, just like that," Knelle cooed as he tugged down the goat's slacks, though he left them around his ankles for a quick getaway if need be. With that obstacle out of his path, he thrust his short snout into the king's crotch, and he commenced both nuzzling and purring. The musky scent of Asgore's cock and balls was nearly enough to make Knelle melt, and his dreamily swishing tail showed it best. He shuddered and drew in a deep hit.

Of all the odd things Knelle did, this was not one of them to Asgore. He peeked down at the cat's work and cracked a wan smile. "You like my scent?" he chuckled. "So does Tori."

"She has good taste in her men," Knelle growled, pulling his snout back. He reached under the overhang of Asgore's belly and tugged down the briefs, peeling them off. This time the king lifted his behind without a prompt from the cat.

What Knelle exposed was, to a gay feline like himself, a treasure trove. Asgore's dense, pink penis stood semi-hard and drooling precum from the opening in its puckered foreskin. The king's golden treasure trail, running down his belly, blended into a matching bush; and from there it made a stripe down the middle of his ballsack and then along his taint for a couple of inches. Though Knelle had no interest in venturing so far down, he appreciated the continuity of the goat's fur.

"You're a very, very handsome man," Knelle cooed, gripping the goat's cock in soft paws. He licked his lips and pulled back on the foreskin, baring the thick head of the glans. As cool air whisked across the flesh, Asgore shivered.

The weight of Asgore's hardening meat was awesome. Knelle could only guess at its dimensions, but they were impressive. Wisely knowing something so big wouldn't fit in his mouth without scraping against his teeth, he started to lap along its bottom, and when he reached the tip, he smooched it. This was a pattern he and Asgore both enjoyed for many minutes, and as it went on and on, the softly moaning goat found himself growing steadily more erect. Eventually his kingly penis stood at full arousal, and with its full engorgement, it became textured with veins. Pre from the glans, bared now, drizzled down its shaft. Knelle rocked back on his knees to admire the full package momentarily.

Furtively palming the armrests of the chair, Asgore looked into the foyer and said, "I know intercourse isn't something to be rushed, but--."

"It can be rushed! That makes it more fun," Knelle said with a coquettish giggle. He hopped to his feet and dropped his bottoms, earning a curious smile from the king.

"I, uh, I see now that we share some similarities in terms of anatomy."

"We do-o-o. Like I was hoping," Knelle chuckled as he climbed into Asgore's lap. "Does this chair recline?"

The goat answered by pulling the lever, and the chair indeed reclined. Momentarily Knelle was startled by the movement and grabbed Asgore's thick belly for stability, but he regained his feline balanced in mere seconds and straddled the king's lap. "Let's fuck quick. If you've never been with a boy like me," he snickered, lining that fat prick up at his backdoor, "then you're not gonna last long at all."

Feeling Knelle's fine little anus on the head of his cock made Asgore blush as well as smile. He held the handsome cat by the hips, and he asked somewhat cautiously, "Mmm, when you say boy, do you mean...?"

"I me-e-ean," Knelle paused to smooch the goat's lips, "that I've got a fabulous butt and a nice figure, and that I'm also an adult. Is that what you needed to hear?"

Asgore chuckled and nodded slowly. Knelle rightly took it as his cue to begin, and he pushed downward, grinding hard to wedge his ass open. The fact of the matter was that, though the cat kept himself well-trained, Asgore was still a very large fellow. All of the pre which slicked his meat was a boon, but Knelle still proceeded with caution.

Before Asgore could complain that his wife and son could be back at any moment, Knelle impaled his rear and let loose a deep, abiding moan. Asgore had a similar sound to offer, and he pulled the lever again, thus lying back as far as the chair would go. "Oh, goodness, that's really something," he puffed.

"Isn't it?" Knelle sighed, wiggling his perfect ass down, swishing his tail in obvious delight. "Ooh, my gawd, you're big... Even bigger than my boyfriend, and he's pretty big."

The goat looked at Knelle, smiling crookedly. "You have a," he paused and widened his smile slightly, "significant other?"

Knelle shot back with a grin, "You have a pretty wife and a son. We both have some very dirty secrets together now."

Sooner than he would have liked, Knelle sat down flush on the king's lap, and Asgore sighed, petting his hips and effeminate flanks. "Ooh, gosh," he huffed. "I may need to talk Tori into this."

The cat laughed, but he started to ride too. As he bounced, he stroked his modest cock in an eager paw. "Sheesh," he said with a giggle. "Even as gay as I am, I noticed your wife's booty. You haven't had that yet?"

"Well, I--, no," Asgore sheepishly replied. "Mmh, oh," he quaked, "this is certainly something special. I never would have thought this could feel so good."

Knelle began gyrating his hips to better bend and tweak the tubby king's big shaft. His small cock oozed pre on Asgore. "Mmhmm. There's no-o-othing quite like it. Though I prefer," he licked his lips, "being the bottom."

"I may have to try that myself," the king mused. Inside of Knelle, his penis throbbed and spat great runners of precum, keeping the boy slick. His toes curled and pointed slightly inward, this a more subtle show of his pleasure. At the same time, his big and heavy balls pulled up taut. "Oh my, ooh! I hope you won't mind how cuh--, close I am," he shuddered.

From the kitty came a long and fond purr. Using his free paw, he rubbed the goat's belly in broad strokes. "Not one bit, hot stuff. You just go ahead and dump those nuts inside of me."

Uncertain of what to do with his hands, Asgore put his thumb to his lips and chewed the claw. Around it he made inarticulate sounds of pleasure, almost winces, and in his other hand he held the armrest of the chair tightly. His toes curled more still and his body heaved; and then with a grunt, Asgore erupted into Knelle, spilling his vast load, pumping the twink full of his royal slop.

Well above Asgore's rather dignified release, Knelle groaned like a whore and kept riding him as if he were a show pony. "Ooh, yeah!" he mrowled, arching his back, jerking himself off harder and harder. "Oh, aw, fuck, you're filling me up!"

"Ah, god," the goat groaned, grabbing Knelle's hips. "Yes I am," he quavered. "I'm filling you up...!"

"That's it, daddy!" the cat laughed, bouncing with everything he had. "Shit--! Oh, ooh, fu-u-uck!" And suddenly, the little cat couldn't hold it in anymore. He slammed his fine rear down on the goat's loins, and he blasted his wad across that chubby gut. His jizz contrasted with the golden fur of the king's treasure trail, and he sighed as the warm bliss of afterglow overtook him.

Asgore gently petted down Knelle's sides, and he calmed himself with slow breaths. "Mmm. Goodness, Knelle," he tutted. "Thank you for that experience."

"Thank you," Knelle gushed. He paused and looked at the goat's breast, then asked with a laugh, "Nose-Nuzzle Champ?"

"Oh! It's a competition," the king explained with a friendly smile, as though Knelle weren't impaled on his waning erection. "I'd be happy to tell you the story behind it after we," a pause, "you know."

"Hide the evidence?" Knelle slyly suggested, bobbing his eyebrows.

Just as Knelle started to pull up and off of Asgore's meat, loosing a torrent of spent jizz across the goat's loins, the front door creaked. Both Asgore and Knelle locked up, faces lit with blush, and the cat scrambled out of Asgore's lap. He snatched up his bottoms and scampered, legs and rear clenched, into the kitchen.

Asgore slammed down the footrest and yanked up his own bottoms with as much haste as his young friend. As he pulled them up, he felt the squish of so much semen in his briefs and on his belly, and he shuddered at the notion of staying this way for long. He tugged his shirt down over his sticky stomach, clutched his fly closed, and peeked into the foyer.

"Oh, howdy, dad," Asriel said with a smile, looking over his shoulder. "Wouldn't you know it? Mom forgot her snail trap."

"Ah, oh, I see," Asgore chuckled, rapping his fingers on the threshold. "Aren't you a good son, coming back to get it for her."

The youngest goat smiled and nodded. "Well, here it is. I'll see you later, dad." He giggled sweetly. "Try to save me some pie this time?"

"I'll try," said Asgore guiltily. As his son left again, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It was only my son for a moment," the king said on his way into the kitchen, where Knelle was attempting to clean himself with napkins. The spectacle put an out-of-character smirk on the big goat's face, the expression short-lived but unmistakable.

Knelle glanced up at him and said, "So it's just us for a while yet after all?"

"Yyyes," Asgore murmured, taking a napkin to his belly. He paused before he asked, "You've gotten me very curious now, Knelle."

The young cat grinned. "Oh?"

"That was quite an experience," the goat said with a nod. "While there's time, want to try it the other way?"

For a moment, Knelle genuinely considered it. He looked the goat over, but looked especially at his hips. "Being on top's not my thing, really," he murmured, "but since you asked nicely..."