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The room smelled faintly of baked sweets.

Seth had a dull, throbbing pain in his shoulder. Across his body, his opposite leg ached in chorus. The bed he found himself in was very soft and wide enough for two, and its plushness eased his pains somewhat. A dim sliver of light cut in through the ajar door, and it was this that his eyes fixed on.

The human shifted cautiously. He was afraid of broken bones not yet aggravated by movement. Staggered in his mind were images of falling for what seemed like an eternity, and then a flash of gold. The question he tumbled over and over in his mind was [i]how did I get here?[/i] He did not think [i]who brought me here?[/i] because this room, this place, felt safe to him.

Seth pushed himself up to a seated position. He realized then he had on only his boxers and felt a pang of embarrassment. With a little effort, Seth stood up, his leg throbbing but holding. The pain was good. It galvanized him, woke him up like strong coffee. He walked to the door and nudged it open. It swung silently on well-greased hinges and the room brightened with warm light.

Seth glanced back and saw the small, quaint bedroom he was in. He noticed his clothes on the room's writing desk and quickly took them. The fabric was still warm from being dried and smelled faintly of flowery detergent. He felt even safer still; he felt, in fact, as if he had been cared for in some manner.

With pants halfway up, Seth turned to a whisper of footsteps. Silhouetted in the door was the tall, maternal figure of a lady robed in blue, the shape of her head appearing goatlike. "Oh, you have awakened," said the figure with a measure of relief. She brushed a white hand along the wall and caught the switch. Soft, warm lighting came on and Seth blinked at its relative brilliance.

"Forgive me for undressing you," she said softly. "But your clothing was filthy and I had to know if you were wounded."

The human pulled up his zipper. His eyes adjusted as he examined the lady who came closer but only to the middle of the room. She was unmistakably a goat but had small, endearing fangs and human-like eyes of a maroon shade. Her smile was sweet, motherly, and she looked at him with gentle intent.

"You must have so many questions, Seth," she said.

He eyed her. Telepathy would not have surprised him; here he was in a strange home with a goat-lady caring for him and the smell of some kind of baked treat in the air. But still he was compelled to say, "I feel a little disadvantaged, you knowing my name already."

Her smile gained an amused quirk. She padded over to her desk - no hooves, only soft white feet - and picked up a faux-leather bifold Seth found instantly familiar. "Do you not wish others to know your name? It is printed in here, with your picture."

"Oh, my license," Seth murmured. Then he remembered the other things in his wallet. He moved closer, still shirtless, and held a hand out delicately like a child asking for sweets. "Excuse me, can I have that back...?"

"Of course you may, it is yours, after all," she affirmed, handing it over. "My name is Toriel, child. I am the caretaker of these ruins."

Seth glanced briefly around the comfortable little room. "Ruins?"

"Yes, ruins," Toriel chuckled. "You will see soon." One of her fuzzy hands settled on his shoulder, rubbed fondly, squeezed. Beyond the warmth expected of someone with such plush fur, Toriel's grasp proved especially heated. Seth found it pleasant and was disappointed when she withdrew her hand. "When you feel comfortable," she said as she backpedaled, "please come out to the den, and we will eat. You must be hungry."

The human looked after her, holding his wallet limply. She was nearly out the door when she turned and asked, "Oh, Seth - do you like snails?"

"Snails?" he blurted. "Um, snails are okay. They don't bother me."

"Oh, good," Toriel sighed. "Some guests who find their way down here are put off by snails. I hope you're hungry!" And she was gone before he could say another word.

Alone in the room, Seth sat on the bed and ran a hand through his tousled hair, smoothing it down somewhat. He had no way of knowing what to expect when he came to the mountain but Toriel was still a baffling surprise. She seemed to be genuinely pleasant, if not motherly. The liberties she had taken with his clothing and possessions were softened by the fact that she had such a kindly air to her.

As he usually did when picking up his wallet in the morning, Seth opened the billfold. In it was the same rumpled ten dollar bill he had come with. Seeing it in there was little surprise. He had only just met Toriel, but he didn't think she was the type to steal from him. It never crossed his mind that his human money would be no use to her.

Feeling another warm rush of embarrassment, Seth pulled open the card slot in the front. The condom he kept handy was missing. Heart picking up speed, he looked hastily in every other compartment of his wallet, looking desperately for the circle-in-square packet. All he could find was his license, his debit card, and his cash.

From down the hall came Toriel's sweet voice: "Oh Seth, should I set two places for dinner?"

"Yes, please," Seth called back. He was blushing, soon to be sweating. He stood and stuffed his wallet into his back pocket. He left the bedroom and found himself at the end of a fairly long hallway decorated with potted plants and a lengthy mirror. He avoided his own reflection on his way past.

The human stepped through the foyer. To his left, an open doorway leading outside. To the right, a flight of stairs cordoned off with a length of clothesline. Seth followed his nose into a small room featuring a rocking chair in front of a crackling fireplace and a table big enough for two near one corner.

From the kitchen, Seth could smell sweet pie. Toriel was in there, humming a pretty tune. He peeked in and saw the goatlike lady cutting neat slices into a golden-brown pie.

"That smells really good," he said. "Uh, I thought-, something about snails?"

Toriel looked back at him. She wore a sly smile. "I was only joking about the snails, unless you would like to try them after all."

"I'm good," Seth was quick to say. He then eagerly changed the subject: "What kind of pie is that?"

"Butterscotch," Toriel answered with some pride. She handed him a plate with a large slice of pie, and a spotless silver fork. "I hope that you enjoy it."

Seth did. He already liked Toriel, but he loved her after enjoying the pie. Its flavor was rich, the filling a meal all by itself. He had never seen such perfect, flaky crust before and he ate every bite without hesitation. Toriel, eating her own pie a bit demurely by contrast, watched closely and with a broad smile. Nothing pleased her more than to see her cooking be so appreciated.

The human sat back, feeling chubby but satisfied. "That was delicious," he said to her honestly. "You're a great cook, Toriel."

"I am happy to hear that," Toriel said, blushing. "There is more in the kitchen. Would you like if I cut you some?"

He shook his head. "Oh, no, I couldn't eat another bite," he said, though he felt like he could eat the entire thing by himself. "Maybe in a little while," he allowed.

She smiled and went back to eating her piece. With nothing better to do, Seth washed his dishes in the sink. When Toriel came in with her own dirty dishes, he washed those too.

"Oh! What a helpful young man," Toriel observed, and gently ruffled his hair. She was so tall that Seth felt a bit like a child near her. Her touch made him blush. "Join me by the fireplace, if you do not mind."

"Sure," Seth agreed.

In the den, Toriel sat in her armchair and Seth sat before the fire, enjoying its warmth. The ruins, wherever they were, had a chill to them.

The goat picked up a thick, well-loved book and palmed its edges in fuzzy fingers. "Ordinarily I would read on my own." She held up the book so he could read its cover. Gold leaf lettering proclaimed [i]101 Snail Facts.[/i] "But you do not seem to like snails, so perhaps we may do something else."

Seth looked away from her. "I didn't mean I don't like snails," he apologetically began. "I just don't want to [i]eat[/i] snails."

Toriel chuckled. "They are an acquired taste. In the Ruins," Seth could hear the capitalization in the emphasis, "choices in food can be a bit limited. However, I get by."

The goat flipped open her book. Seth glanced over. Her bookmark was small, red... and made of foil. His heart climbed into his throat.

"What a strange item," the goat observed, holding up the condom packet by its middle. "I have found these before on other humans who fell into the Ruins."

"I can explain what it's for, but it's-, it's embarrassing," Seth mumbled. "I'm sorry if it offends you, it's just-."

"I know what it is for, child. Others have explained it to me. I think it is a silly thing." She flicked it into the fire. The foil packet began to bubble and melt. The latex sheath inside produced a briefly pungent smell before it too melted into slag.

She closed her book, set it aside, stood from her chair. Gazing down at Seth, she pulled up her long and modest cloak. Legs, shapely yet plump came into Seth's view. Then hips, wide and maternal; naked loins, the instantly recognizable split of pussylips. Higher still, a chubby belly. And up to her neck the hem of her robes went, baring to Seth heavy naked breasts of a teardrop shape.

Toriel removed the cloak and draped it neatly over the chair. She looked into his wide, brown eyes and dumbstruck face with impartiality. "You do not need such things around me, child. Only another monster could impregnate me." She reached down, her tits brushing with his face, and then pulled him to his feet by his shoulders.

"Come, Seth," she said gently, her stern face finally breaking into a smile. "I understand what young men like you truly want."

"Are you sure?" Seth blurted, looking not at her eyes but her breasts. His penis tented his pants. "You're so... [i]I'm[/i] so..."

Toriel ruffled his hair, squeezed his shoulders, and pulled him into a close embrace. His face rubbed against her breasts. The smell of her body was delicate and her fur was thick and fuzzy. "Do not be afraid or ashamed. Come now." She turned him, led him down the hall, walking confidently in the nude. Again Seth found himself in the bedroom where he had woken up.

Toriel moved deftly in the dark bedroom. She bent slightly and turned on the reading lamp upon the desk, then the room was lit by a warm and gentle glow. Seth waited behind her, gazing at her tall, matronly body. The light haloed her, making her white fluff glow at the edges. As she turned to face him, he caught a glint in her eyes. It was brief but the coyness was plain to see. Just as quickly it was gone. She smiled and sat on the bed.

"Join me please," said Toriel.

Seth nodded. A blush warmed his cheeks. He felt vulgar standing there with a lump in his jeans, but the goat assuaged what odd feelings he had when she said, "And do take off your clothing. Do not be ashamed. I am not perfect, as you can see."

"Oh-, oh, yes you are," Seth muttered, and grinned at the cheese of what he had said. He looked away from her even as she giggled at his corny but earnest remark. Hastily he undressed, baring an average body with somewhat pale skin. His penis stood straight and proud, circumcised neatly. A dribble of precum welled at its tip and drizzled down the underside.

Toriel eyed his nude body. She smiled, beckoned him with a finger, and as he neared she laid back on the bed. Seth joined her somewhat shakily; he was not a virgin, but the condom was mostly wishful thinking on his part. He said as his flesh touched the warm pile of her fur, "I've never been with a-, uh, goat lady..."

"I have been with," she paused and smiled, [i]"a few[/i] humans. I believe you will do just fine."

Seth smiled back. Her smiles were infectious. He kissed her snout and Toriel immediately kissed back, her lips parting. His tongue slipped into her mouth, sliding alongside her own. Both the human and the goat gave gentle moans. Toriel's fingers ran slowly down Seth's lithe back and paused at the area just above his buttocks. Here she playfully swirled her fingers, teasing Seth who broke free of the kiss to chuckle, "That tickles."

"Is it not a fun feeling to be tickled at times?" asked Toriel, winking a soulful red eye at him. She touched her nose to his cheek where a prickly stubble of beard made him coarse. Kissing him, then licking him, Toriel slid her tongue over the bristle and up nearly to his ear. Then she cooed into its lobe, "You are very hard. It has been some time for me."

"Do you-, do you want me to take it easy?" he asked between soft huffs.

Toriel's answer was brief, spoken directly into his ear: "No."

Seth ground against Toriel's loins and felt nearly guilty to smear his precum into her soft white fluff. As he touched against the warm folds of her sex, he shivered. Then Toriel's fingers were there, easing open her lips and baring humid pink flesh. Seth could not see it, his body too close to hers, but he felt it with the head of his penis. A quiet moan passed his lips as he entered her, and he found himself surprised - and ashamed to think this way - by her tightness. Sinking into her made both of them moan; his harsh and needful, hers gentler, a loving croon.

"Ooh-, oh, I needed this," he shuddered against her neck. He mouthed her warm fluff and sighed.

"Then perhaps your fall was not for nothing," said the goat with a wan smile. She rolled her hips, bucking Seth with them. A wobble shook through her plush, motherly body; Toriel was plump beneath her fluff, as soft as a teddy bear with fat and fur both considered.

Seth clung to her great, heated form and began to buck his hips, making love with his attitude but fucking with his actions. His scrotum dangled but his penis was lovingly seized in her walls. A drool of his moisture and her own made their sex slippery, and in spite of her snugness he pressed in and pulled out with ease.

Toriel's legs grasped the human's hips, holding but not so firmly as to stop him; her soft white feet pressed against the small of his back, heels rubbing gently. In her arms she held him loosely about the neck, keeping him close for frequent kisses and nuzzles, for Toriel was nothing if not an affectionate lover.

The human's breath washed across Toriel's neck in great, heaving bursts. A sweat had broken out on his skin despite the chill of the home. The goat squeezed him, caressed him, and whispered to him, "Excellent, Seth."

"I try," Seth replied, speaking in a huff. He touched his lips to hers for another kiss and Toriel was only too happy to oblige him. As their tongues began to dance and twist together, the human felt in his loins a particular twinge. A climax was forthcoming, not upon him yet. It made him groan and press into her as firmly as possible. The matronly goat's heavy breasts flattened somewhat against his chest; he felt the nipples poking him and was at once hungry for them. He pulled back and cupped a breast. It filled his hand and then some, pliant flesh and fur spilling over his fingers. He brought it to his lips and kissed the nipple, dragged his tongue across its nub. Toriel's moan was quivering, barely contained. Seth smiled.

"My-, my breasts are very sensitive," Toriel bleated, a bashful smile on her lips. "As you might have guessed."

Seth's lips played across the nipple, suckling it, holding it briefly. He pressed his member into her as far as it would go and he moaned against her tit, the sound resonating softly in the fatty mound of her tit. His saliva wetted the fur, running down the curve of her breast in a thin runnel. As the human pulled his mouth free, he said sheepishly, "Your breasts-, oh, [i]everything[/i] is perfect."

Toriel chuckled. Her cheeks were hot; Seth felt it when she nuzzled with him. "Everything is not perfect, not yet. Keep going, Seth. Please continue, and [i]soon[/i] everything will be perfect..."

The human smiled - grinned really. He was blushing badly, feeling almost as inept as a teenage virgin under Toriel's coy gaze. He pecked her lips and sighed, beginning the grind again, pressing in and pulling back with a firm, slow rhythm. Even after a pause he was worryingly near the edge. A part of him wanted to warn the goat, but he did not. He kissed her, danced his tongue with hers, and hugged himself against her durable yet feminine form.

Although Seth revered the goat, even loved her in a way he felt was more than puppylove, he found himself fucking her, pounding her with great bucks of his hips, driving the turgid rod of his penis into her tense walls savagely. Instead of gasping or crying out, Toriel groaned for him with deep and braying sounds, urgent noises of pleasure mixed in with gasps and whispered reassurances.

Her hands roamed his back, squeezing and kneading, fingertips dancing across his flesh. Within, she was hot, exceptionally so, and Seth found the warmth cloying. He kissed her needfully, giving a peck here, a smooch there as his hips smashed hers, making her flesh wobble and her white coat ripple like fields of grain in a breeze. He tucked his head in against her neck and he cried out, "Oh, it's happening, I can't help it!"

Toriel held him fast then, clinging to him with loving arms and plump legs. She forced him to stay close, to be near to her and deep, deep inside. Her body was stiflingly hot inside and out. Seth, on the cusp of his orgasm, was nearly feverish. But the heat of the motherly goat swaddled him, made him feel safe and loved. He shuddered against her, and then his body tensed as he ejaculated, muscles relaxing after several shots.

For Toriel the feeling of satisfaction was indescribable, as her orgasms were mighty as well as spaced years apart. She held fast to Seth, gripping him in arms and legs as though he were a cuddly toy. She nuzzled with him, bleating softly, trembling as she accepted his seed and began to suffer great seizing contractions in her loins. Seth grunted and gasped as his penis was squeezed, and Toriel shuddered, crooned, nuzzled the top of his head as she rode out a well-earned climax.

Seth writhed and huffed, his face pulled snugly against her neck, mouth and nose both shoved into the pile of her fur. After a moment Toriel eased off of him yet still held him near in a hug. Her breathing was quick but slowing, similar to the raised activity of Seth's own huffs.

"You're-, you were really something else, Toriel," Seth said, sounding drowsy - but content.

The goat pecked a kiss on his cheek. She asked after several moments, "Will you try to return home?"

Seth hesitated for a few seconds. Toriel prodded him with another kiss. He said, "I think I should. At some point. But, if you don't mind-"

"You may stay here for as long as you wish," the goat was quick to say, smiling. She rubbed her nose with his and contentedly sighed. "I will make you as happy as I am able to."

The human smiled back. He thought there was a hint of sadness in her words, and he did not care for it. He kissed her and said firmly, "I want to stay with you, Toriel."

Toriel blushed. Then she nodded, her expression pleased with not a hint of sorrow. She held the human closely, very closely, and she closed her warm red eyes.