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A Bad Day for Big Guys

For Anonymous

By Draconicon

From ruling the Underground to being tied up on a table. Asgore knew that things could change rapidly for those in power, but this one took the cake.

The older goat looked to his side. A big, green turtle creature with a spiked shell and a head full of red hair laid on the table beside him. Big and muscular too, one of those guys that looked like he should have been able to just rip right free of the metal chains around him. If he wasn't able to break free with raw power, Asgore doubted that he'd be able to do it, either.

Or flame, he supposed, considering the other guy had tried burning through the metal. It had turned them red, then white, but the chains themselves hadn't broken. Asgore leaned his head back, smiling slightly.

"You would think they could offer us a cup of tea."

"Are you just gonna lay there, or you gonna help me try and get out?"

"I'm not sure what help I could offer," he admitted. "After all, you have tried everything you have. I doubt I have anything better."

"So, what, you're just gonna lay there like a chump until someone comes and does something to ya?"

"I don't see many other options."

Another thing that came from ruling the Underground. When a hopeless situation reared his head, he didn't panic, nor did he fight against it. He just accepted it. Asgore leaned his head back against the metal table as the other guy continued to roar and thrash about.

The room that held them was surprisingly pristine. It was clean as could be, with walls smooth and clear, almost like they were made with one solid sheet of metal in each case rather than various panels. It looked like a room meant to contain something, he realized, and he wondered if that something was meant to be them or something else.

He'd guess something else. They were already tied down, after all.

"Just...let...me...GO!"

The turtle-creature slammed down on the table, not that it did anything. Asgore shook his head.

"You really should calm down, you know. Nobody's done anything yet."

"Yeah? Well, maybe you should un-calm down!"

"Heh. I'll remember that next time I see my kids."

"Why the hell are you so calm?"

"I don't know. It's just the kind of guy I am."

He was about to go back to relaxing when the lights of the room suddenly lit up. It threw the other guy into sharp relief against the table he was chained to - he was really more muscular than Asgore had thought, despite his belly - but that wasn't the main thing that grabbed their attention.

No, that honor belonged to the projection being thrown on the far wall. Asgore looked down between his feet at the snow leopard that was looking at them.

"Finally. You're both awake."

"Whoever you are, get us the hell out of this!" the turtle shouted.

"When you have been properly infected, I will allow you both to return to your home realms."

"...Infected?" Asgore asked.

"Yes. Infected. As in, to be contaminated by something that does not belong inside of the body," the snow leopard explained. "It is...a rough creature, I suppose, but the parasite will do a good job of clearing out the infestation of the Mushroom Kingdom of the Koopa Creatures, and it will ensure that there are less obstacles in the Underground for a client of mine."

"Well now..." Asgore cracked his neck. "That changes things a little."

"You finally waking up to this, you creepy-ass goat?"

"Yes, I would say I am."

"Then let's -"

The chains binding them suddenly went wild with electricity. It shocked them hard, shaking their focus loose by the time that it was done. They sagged down against the table, their backs and fronts sore from the electricity that had just arced through them.

"Now that I have your attention..."

The snow leopard gestured, and two mechanical tubes dropped down. Each one was laid right over the groins of the two older men, and other mechanical arms reached up from the sides, pulling the chains around just enough to expose their dicks. Asgore's, a bit red and wrinkled around the tip, quickly hardened in the rubber grip of the mecha-arms. The other guy's, more yellow with a bit of green for the head, was more stubborn, but it eventually rose up as well.

"You will be infected in short order. This creature is as of yet unnamed, but it has been bio-engineered to allow for quick infestations, guaranteed reproduction inside of any creature, and eventual mindbreak from what it does to you. I hope to see the effects come together quickly; my employers are...not exactly patient."

"Nnngh...you...son of a bitch."

"Quite possibly, Bowser," the snow leopard said. "At any rate, I will check on you later."

The projection cut out, and somewhere in the distance metal clanged. Squelching, slimy noises filled the air, all coming down from the tubes that were held just a few inches over their cocks.

"Bowser, hm?" Asgore asked.

"Nnngh...yeah...Why?"

"No reason. Just thought I'd know the name of my fellow prisoner."

A few seconds later, the source of the squelching became obvious as three white slug-things fell out of the tube. One managed to hold onto the head of his cock while the other two landed near the base. One of those two started trying to climb up along his shaft, while the other started slithering its way up his body.

Asgore's attention was all on the one at the tip of his cock, however, and his eyes widened as he realized that it was going right for his tip. The pointed head of the slug nudged against the urethral slit, some sort of slime oozing out of the slug making it feel very slippery up there.

It can't really...it can't...

Oh, but it could. The slug managed to find the widest point of his urethral slit, and then, it pushed forward. The goat man arched his back, his beard flopping against his chest, his teeth clenching at the stretching pain that rapidly shifted to pure pleasure. He groaned, his teeth grinding together as he lifted his head to stare at the bulge at the head of his cock.

Half of the slug still hung outside of his tip, but the rest was deep inside. The slug itself was only an inch wide at the mid-point, but considering where it was going -

"NNNGH!"

Asgore yelped through clenched teeth and pursed lips as he felt the thing wriggle again, slowly moving down but quickly picking up speed. He could see the shape of it through his shaft, the slow widening under the head moving down like a ball being held against his cock, the shape going further and further down. It left a sense of...of looseness behind it, making it feel like his cock was getting stretched out and staying that way.

"GAH! Get off! GET OFF!"

He whipped his head to the side. Bowser was dealing with five different slugs, one running over his balls and obviously heading down to his ass, one running along his shaft as it climbed towards the tip, one circling his belly button, and two -

"LEAVE THOSE ALONE!"

The turtle-thing thrashed about, but the two slugs trying to climb into his nipples - and slowly seeming to push them open, too - were not getting dislodged. Asgore whipped his head away, trying to focus more on his own problems.

Another two slugs fell out of the tube, one crawling down his balls in a slow, tickling slimy way. It left the slippery, slimy mess behind, leaving a tingle that was slowly growing like an allergic reaction. He panted for breath, his cock throbbing, drooling over the next slug heading for the tip -

"GAH!"

He screamed, but not in pain this time. The slug just rolled over the tip of his cock and plunged inside, followed by a third that just dropped perfectly onto his cock. Asgore was panting for breath, his body feeling invaded to the nth degree as the slugs crawled deeper and deeper. He could feel one passing through his tubes, going over his prostate and pressing down hard, while another -

"Ah...ah!"

His eyes went wide as he felt it traveling up a tube that was never meant to be opened. A little spurt, and then a longer one of piss oozed out of him, running up his cock and against the slugs. It didn't stop them. It just oozed around them, like he had lost control of his bladder, as if he was even older than he thought.

The slug that had been climbing around his balls went under them, and he felt it against his pucker. It wasn't the first thing that had gone in there, but -

"Ah...ah....AH!"

He moaned out loud as he felt it slide in, almost instantly gluing itself to his prostate. If the first slug had turned pain to pleasure as it crawled into his cock, this one turned pleasure to bliss as it oozed its strange slime all over his prostate.

As he squirmed, as he threw himself from side to side against sensations that he couldn't understand, as another slug slid into his cock and the first one found its way to his balls, as another slug reached his chest and he found the same strange-terrible-pleasurable feeling that Bowser had felt with his first invasion, something...cracked.

It didn't snap, not yet, but his terrified expression turned...slightly happy, and it slowly continued to change as his balls started to churn. No longer with cum, of course, but rather with the writhing, bulging, squirming shape of more white slugs, just waiting to spread them everywhere...

He had become, not king, not father, not man of power, but a mere host to the parasite.

The End