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There weren't many monsters in the Underground more beloved than Toriel. She hadn't been a very outgoing person ever since the tragic loss of her children, but everyone had a special place in their hearts for their dear queen. That included Jack, who was one of the few to see her on a regular basis.

The two of them complimented one another very well. They shared an appreciation for books, silly puns, and relaxing hobbies. Jack tended to be very withdrawn, but around Toriel he was able to crawl out of his shell without worrying about being judged. For her part, Toriel was just thankful to have a friend that appreciated her company without fawning over her like they were meeting a celebrity. They met every other day to talk about books and share their favorite stories.

For the last few weeks Toriel had been teaching her friend to bake. Jack wasn't entirely hopeless, even if he felt like it, and was starting to make some progress. The motherly monster was helping him with his latest creation: apple pie. The dish was one of his favorites, and with her guiding him it was bound to turn out better than his other attempts. His pie crust wasn't just a sheet of burnt pastry this time, so it was already an improvement.

"The goo is the best part," Jack said as he measured out some cinnamon. "I'd probably eat just the goo without the pie if I could get away with it."

Toriel snorted with amusement. "You could always make the gooey bits yourself once you get it down. Or you could make a cobbler instead. Those don't have as much crust to worry about." She did a double take at the amount of cinnamon he'd measure and shook her head. "That's too much, dear. It says teaspoon, not tablespoon."

Jack hummed and poured it back. "I heard that this is really popular on the surface," he said. "There's a whole country dedicated to apple pie. Thousands of humans, all obsessed with it. Dr. Alphys says that's where they ship all the anime after they make it."

"Thousands of humans in a single country?" Toriel grimaced. "It's hard to imagine. So many, all in one place. It must be terribly crowded." She finished cutting the apples and set the bowl aside. "Now we mix these in with the lemon juice and butter, then add our dry mixture."

The rabbit raided an eyebrow, watching Toriel as she skillfully stirred the mixed powders and gooey apples together. "Lemon in apple pie? You mean apples aren't the only fruit?" Their eyes met, and he fought valiantly to avoid smiling. He could tell that she knew what was coming. "More like an apple_lie_, am I right?"

Toriel snickered and reached out to smear a small amount of the goop onto his nose. "That was terrible," she said.

Jack's eyes crosses as he tried to look at his snout. "I'm not terrible. I'm _taur_ible, and I'm not going to apologize for it." He dabbed a small bit of the mixture on her nose as payback, then wiped his clean. "There! Hope you've got that out of your system. How long should we bake this for?"

He had spoken too soon. Jack gasped as she flipped a whole apple slice at him. It hit his cheek with a wet slap and stuck there. "Very mature," he said, struggling not to laugh. "Such queenly behavior, Your Majesty."

Toriel wiped away most of the mess with a tea towel, still laughing. "Forgive me, dear. You know I can't resist indulging my inner child."

"Oh, I know." Jack took the towel from her and carefully wiped her nose clean. "I really like that about you. Everyone does."

He couldn't help but stare at her, the way that her pure white fur caught the light filtering in through the window above the kitchen sink. He'd always found her beautiful, but never dared to say as much. She was twice his age, entirely out of his league, and technically still his queen even if she didn't serve in any official capacity anymore. It felt like such a shame. They fit each other so well as people, but circumstances and that pesky age gap made any sort of relationship unlikely at best. "Jack?"

Toriel's voice snapped him out of his daze, and the bunny realized he'd been holding the cloth against her nose a little too long. He pulled away, cheeks burning with embarrassment. "S-Sorry. Guess my mind wandered a little. How about, uh, how about these apples? They'll turn brown if we don't get a move on, won't they?"

Toriel put her hand on his shoulder and gave one of her soothing smiles. "Hold on a moment, dear. I missed a spot." She ignored the towel when Jack offered it, stepping closer so that her soft body was pressed tight against him. Her muzzle touched his cheek, and he felt her tongue slide across his fur to clean it. "There," she said. "That's better."

The two of them stared at one another in silence as Jack tried to process what had just happened. Toriel looked nervous, but didn't try to pull away. He slowly reached up to wrap his arms around her. She couldn't possibly be serious, could she? Was this some sort of joke? A dream? Was his alarm about to go off and cut all of this short?

After a minute it became clear that Toriel was starting to get uncomfortable. "I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I-I don't know what I was thinking. I'm old enough to be your mother." Before she could say more he leaned forward and kissed her, feeling her soft lips against his for the first time. He had to stand on his tiptoes and she had to bend her neck low so that he could reach, but they made it work.

Jack had imagined doing this hundreds of times, but finally following through on it was like letting out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Things were finally out in the open between them.

Toriel looked just as relieved, thought she blushed so hard that it tinted the fur around her cheeks slightly pink. "I'm so glad," she murmured. "A-Are you sure, my dear? You aren't just feeling sorry for me, are you?" He kissed her again, and she hummed into it with obvious delight. "I suppose not. Shall we call this our first date, then?"

"I'd really like that," Jack said. "The first of many, I hope." The next kiss was considerably more heated and left them both panting for air. "M-Maybe we should stop here for now. If we don't..."

The goat smiled and cupped his cheek with her hand. "If we don't, what?" she asked. "Are you trying to say that you won't be able to stop?" Her hand moved higher, and she stroked her fingers over the edge of Jack's ear. "I've wanted to touch these for ages. They look so soft, like velvet. I hope you don't mind."

Jack was having a lot of trouble controlling himself. Did Toriel know how sensitive a rabbit's ears were? She had to, surely. There were plenty of cunicular monsters in the Underground, and Toriel had gotten to know many of them quite well. She had to be doing this on purpose. It was getting harder and harder to ignore her breasts pressing against him, and he could swear that her nipples were hard beneath her dress.. His hand slid lower down her back, inching towards the swell of her rump beneath the dress. "I-I don't mind."

Toriel's smile went through a subtle change, going from friendly to sultry. "I'm glad." She gently pulled him away from the counter and into the bedroom. Without a word she began to unbutton his shirt. Her hands were shaking, but they stopped when Jack grabbed one and brought it to his lips. "We don't have to," he said. "It's okay if you aren't ready."

"I'm ready," she insisted. "I have a feeling that you are as well, or I wouldn't have offered. It's just that...well...I'm not as young as I used to be." There was a hint of shame in her voice. Jack gave her a reassuring nuzzle, his hands pulling down the zipper in the back of her dress. He helped her out of it, then stood back to admire her while she handled her bra.

The old cliché about some women aging like fine wine was true. Toriel had always been beautiful, but age had given her a fuller figure with softer edges. "You're beautiful," Jack said as she slipped her panties down over her wide hips. "Really, Tory, you're...wow."

The older monster giggled bashfully. "It's nice of you to say so, my dear. Truth be told, it's been a long time since anyone...looked at me like this." She pressed one hand to her stomach and sighed unhappily. "Do you really think I look alright? I'm not too fat? I used to be thinner, but over the years I'm afraid I've let myself go."

Jack smiled and wrapped his arms around her, savoring the feeling of soft fur against his fingertips. "You're beautiful," he assured her. "I bet every monster in the Underground would give one of their appendages to be me right now."

"Oh stop it," she murmured, blushing and refusing to meet his eye. "Don't flatter an old woman so much." She tensed up as Jack kissed her, then melted in his arms. She felt warmer now that all that pesky clothing wasn't in the way. He could really get used to the way her soft body contoured against his own.

"You don't kiss like an old woman," the rabbit said with a cheeky grin. "How do you want to do this?"

Toriel sat on the side of her bed and patted the mattress. She watched as he climbed up, her eyes lingering on his stocky backside. "Would you mind if I was on top?"

Jack rolled onto his back, resting his upper body against the bed's headboard. It as a little awkward as his waist wasn't meant to bend in such a way, but taurs were flexible enough around the middle that it wasn't a problem. "I'm all yours," he said.

Toriel sat down on the rabbit's belly, her much larger frame sinking them both into the mattress. Had he been a regular bunny and not a taur, Jack would have been completely dwarfed by her. "Not too heavy?" she asked.

"You're just right." Jack's front legs wrapped around the goat's hips, holding her tightly as he smiled up at her. "Take your time, Tory. We've got all the time in the world."

They did exactly that. It began with slow, romantic kisses that seemed to last forever. Things became more heated little by little, until Toriel slid down the bed to wrap her breasts around his cock. He bit his lip and whimpered, hips twitching eagerly every time she ran her tongue over his tip. She kissed it passionately, more like a long-lost lover than a male's leaking erection.

Jack wanted to return the favor, but was very inexperienced and didn't have a clue what he was doing. That was alright, though. Toriel was happy to teach him, and his enthusiasm made her lesson all the more enjoyable. It didn't hurt that she had four paws rubbing and massaging her instead of just two!

At long last they couldn't stand any more foreplay. Toriel pressed her mate down on his back once more, at once commanding and brimming with motherly affection. She reached behind her with one hand to grip his shaft and offered the other for him to hold. "Ready?" she asked breathlessly. Jack nodded, and she gradually lowered her hips on top of him. He felt the warm, wet entrance of her pussy brush against his tip and shivered with anticipation.

The slow pace they'd set for themselves was harder to bare now. Jack groaned loudly, quivering as the first few inches of his cock slipped past Toriel's lips. She was a tight fit. The look on the goat's face was one of tense concentration, her eyes locked onto his as she sank ever lower. They held hands like a young couple in love while his front paws squeezed her luscious ass.

"S-Such a gifted bunny," Toriel moaned as she finally reached his base. "Oh my goodness. I haven't felt like this in years!"

Jack couldn't help but smirk as she stoked his ego. "At your own pace," he murmured. He was a bit worried that he wouldn't be able to last, but that was alright. Rabbits had a well-deserved reputation for being insatiable. His toes curled as she lifted up and slid those tight inner walls along his shaft. Damn, what a grip!

For all their talk of going slowly, neither of them had any qualms about cutting loose now. Toriel bounced on the rabbit's cock relentlessly, crying out every time he bucked up into her. Jack's paws around her hips pulled her downward even as his hands gently helped her support herself. They fit together so well it was like they were built for one another.

Jack's endurance was pushed to its very limit, until at last he could stand it no longer. "I'm going to blow," he warned. "T-Tory...Tory, we need to slow down. I can't take it anymore!"

The goat in his lap was out of breath after all the exertion, but she refused to stop. "I'm right there," she whimpered. "You can finish, darling. We'll cum together." The motherly monster began thrusting herself down more forcefully than ever before. After a moment her whole body shook, and she squeezed Jack's shaft in a vice grip. "I'm...cumming!"

Toriel was a beautiful sight when she climaxed. Her eyelids fluttered, and she let out a breathy moan that was easily the most erotic sound Jack had ever heard in his life.

Jack let himself go as her body tried to milk his balls dry. He thrust up against Toriel's soft ass, grunting and shaking as he came. The first load of hot, thick seed rushed into her and spurted from his tip in a sudden geyser of rabbit spunk. It was so forceful that quite a bit was forced out along Jack's cock, oozing from his lover's pussy and down over his quivering balls.

When it was over she fell forward, gently laying atop Jack as he slumped over on the mattress. He shimmied around a bit, all six of his limbs holding his lover tight against him while they got comfortable. "I love you," he whispered into her ear. "Fuck, Tory...I've loved you for a long time."

Toriel chuckled, giving the rabbit an affectionate squeeze. "It's a bit early to declare this true love," she murmured. "But...I think that I love you too, Jack. We'll give it time to develop, but I haven't been this happy in decades. Thank you for this."

One of Jack's paws rubbed Toriel's stomach affectionately. "I'm happy too, Tory. Very happy." He was quiet for a long time, but then his lips curled up into a familiar grin. "Maybe we should have used a condom. You know what they say about rabbits."

"Indeed I do." She kissed his lips one last time, almost as if she hoped to smother him in affection before he could make a lame pun. "Who knows? Perhaps I'll end up with a bun in the oven. Get it?"