You are filled with APPREHENSION...
So I didn't write anything at all for months and months and then I saw the picture I used for the thumbnail, and tapped this out in one day (BTW if anybody knows who that art is by, please let me know :))
Toriel (who has a penis in this!) forces herself on a confused Frisk/'you', while Chara narrates as always. This story is set either the night you spend in the ruins - or after the good end. It doesn't matter which.
* You lay in the bed. It seems wrong there's only one...
* Try to sleep?
SLEEP >DON'T SLEEP
* You decided not to sleep. You lay awake in bed for a few hours.
...
......
.........
*knockknock*
"My Child? Are you awake?"
>YES NO
...You tell Toriel you couldn't sleep and she enters your room. She locks the door behind her.
"Ah... I must confess... I could not sleep either, knowing you were alone in here..."
Toriel sits on the end of your bed. You hear her sigh, and you sit up to look at her in the darkness...
"Remember, my child, when I said I was just a lonely old woman? Well... that loneliness takes its toll sometimes. My child... would you like to do something very special, to please your... mother?"
...
"I understand if you are anxious.... "
Toriel reaches out a paw to stroke your cheek...
"So tense... Just think of it like... A visit to the doctor?"
...
...
"Well, my child? Are you ready?"
...
Toriel has undressed. The sight of her naked body and firm shaft fill you with APPREHENSION...
> CHECK
* TORIEL - ATK 100 DEF 120
* She looks very happy to see you...
"My child... Please lay on your stomach. I do not wish to have to use force."
...You do as Toriel says. She guides you into position. You feel a breeze on your bottom as she pulls down your shorts. You shiver, but she doesn't seem to notice. Her big, furry paws are on you again...
> TALK
* You try to speak up... but there was nothing to say.
There's a noise like someone spitting, and a moment later hot drool hits your rump. You can feel her pulling your cheeks apart, saliva dribbling all over the place where your poop comes from. It feels wet and slimy.
"Ahh... nearly ready. I trust this will be your first time? Do not worry, I will be ever so gentle... "
Toriel hesitates.
"...It may still be quite uncomfortable, however. But I know you are brave enough to face it, my child."
You feel something firm and hot begin to press up against your... hole. Toriel braces herself by placing her paws either side in front of you. Her heavy breasts are resting on your back as she lowers herself. You can tell there's no escape now...
> TALK > CALL HER 'MOM'
* As you feel the intrusive organ start to press harder against your puckered entrance, you cry out Toriel's title...
"Ah? My Child... You called me 'mother' earlier... But... mmf... Perhaps now it would be best to c-call me... Mommy? Would that make you happy? Ahh... I must confess... it would make me happy to hear you say it..."
Toriel pushes harder, and there's nowhere else for her penis to go. Her length slowly breeches your entrance, making you gasp. The tip stretches your hole out painfully, and you hear Toriel grunt from the effort. You must be really tight.
"Ngh! Child! Your rear passage is squeezing me so wonderfully... But please, relax... Your M-Mommy needs to fit this all inside, if I am going to finish..."
> STRUGGLE
* You squirm slightly, but it looks like there's no way out. You try to pull your small hips away from Toriel, pushing into the bed below... but she follows, letting out a noise between a bleat and a grunt as she pushes deeper, cramming more of that uncomfortable thickness inside you.
"Please stay still, dear. This will go more quickly if you are an obedient child. Perhaps afterwards, you can have another slice of pie? Ohh..."
There's a dry, burning pain in your rear. The feeling of being stretched is almost unbearable...
"Oh! My child!"
Tears sting your eyes as Toriel forces another inch or so into your unwilling little body. Somewhere deep in your guts, you sense that this is wrong...
> TALK > CALL HER 'MOMMY'
* You cry out again. Toriel stops her movement, but you feel the stiffness throb inside you as the words leave your lips. Is it over...?
"...Th-thank you, my child... it's been so long since I heard that name."
* There's wetness on your back. Is she... Crying?
Toriel's trembling paws grip the bedsheets. She's pushing harder and harder, burying about half of her length inside you, but you can feel her own DETERMINATION to fit it all inside. You feel a choked sob well up in your throat as you're painfully invaded.
> FIGHT
* You ball up your fists, but from this position, it looks like there's no way to FIGHT at all...
"Uh! It is nearly all inside you, my child! You are doing so well..."
Toriel's giving little pushes of her hips, shoving herself inside. It hurts so much. You feel like you're being torn apart.
> STRUGGLE
*But nothing happened.
"Ungh..."
It seems like Toriel can't manage to speak right now...
> TALK > BEG
* You plead with Toriel to stop this. You hear her swallow.
"...I am sorry, child."
She continues her movements. You can tell she's close to getting all the way inside. You wonder how it all fits in - where is it going? It hurts...
> TALK > BEG
* You plead with Toriel to PLEASE stop this. Toriel pretends not to hear you.
"..."
Toriel seems to redouble her efforts. She huffs insistently as she pushes with little jabbing motions, letting out a loud bleat as her hips finally press against your rump. You can feel it all buried inside you. You feel sick. But you sense it's not over yet...
"AH! Child!"
> CRY
* The pain is close to unbearable. Your bottom feels like it might split open. You feel completely and utterly violated. As Toriel pushes her hips hard against you, you yell in pain. Tears begin flowing down your cheeks.
"There, there, m-my child... I am so very proud of you... Ah... please... you're making an old woman very happy..."
She clumsily lifts one paw. She pets your hair comfortingly while you continue to cry, holding herself still inside you for the moment.
> CRY
* You sob loudly, big, wet tears falling onto the pillow below. It feels like you can hardly breathe. You bawl as you feel Toriel begin to move again.
"It is o-okay to cry, sweet child... We will be finished shortly..."
Toriel slowly slides out of you, your insides squeezing and gripping at her stiffness as she does so. It feels like your guts are being dragged out too. She bleats and pushes forwards again, deep inside you. You clench around her.
> CRY
* You keep crying, hoping somebody will hear. Maybe one of the monsters from the ruins will rescue you? * ...
* But nobody came.
"It has been a long time since I-I've do-ohh! Done this. My own children... went away some time ago."
Toriel's voice wavers. She moves slowly back and forth on top of you. It feels like burning deep inside you. You try to pretend you're somewhere else.
"My son, Asriel... He would cry. But he was always su-such a good boy for -NGH- his Mother... Such a sweet little child. Ah, if only I could see him again!"
The movement in and out of your sensitive rear is getting a little faster now. You can hear the bedsprings starting to creak. Toriel's letting more of her weight rest on you, pressing you into the mattress while her hips work, cramming herself again and again inside you. There's no room to get away from this, not even in your mind. You can feel every inch invading you.
> CRY
* You don't have the energy to cry loudly. Your sobs grow quieter and softer. Occasionally you punctuate a rough thrust from M- from Toriel with a louder wail.
"Then of course, there w-was my.... UNF... my o-other child... another human..."
* ...
...The springs are squeaking more and more. You don't know how much more abuse your dry little tunnel can take. Pain shoots up your lower body every time Toriel bottoms out in you. This agony feels almost familiar, doesn't it?
"They never m-made a sound. Sometimes they -AH!- they would fi-fight but... I put a stop to that... They never cried. They j-just... mmf... you are squeezing me in a lovely way, my child... they just let it happen..."
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...
"So quiet. Right u-until the e-end when they... ooh... would say the most sca-scandalous things for me..."
...
Toriel keeps going. It feels like it will never stop. In and out, in and out... You know your body wasn't made for this.
> STRUGGLE
* What's the point... You can't will your body to move. You go limp under Toriel.
* She takes advantage of this, her thrusts increasing, pounding your tight little tush. You can feel her panting and moaning above you, in time with her insistent rocking back and forth, forcing her length in and out of your reluctant, trembling body.
* You wonder what you could have done to deserve this...?
"M-my child! I am ge-getting close to my climax!"
It's a sickening, throbbing pain that never ends. The sound of animalistic grunting and rocking fills the air. It feels like she's trying to break your bottom in two. There are no more gentle thrusts now - she slams her length home again and again, and you give a horrible moan as she pants in your ear.
"Please, my child... I n-need you to tell me...AH! Ah... tell m-me ... Call me 'Mommy', please! Tell me you n-need Mommy to... oohh... To fill your sweet little ass up with her sticky fluids!"
* ...???
Toriel's movements are erratic and desperate now... You can feel the end in sight.
"Child! Please! S-say you need your Mommy to cum inside you!"
ACCEPT >REFUSE
* You keep your mouth in a hard line, refusing to say it. Toriel's motions have lost nearly all their finesse, just a repeated stabbing motion, trying to cram herself in as deeply as she can as quickly as she can. She lets out a frustrated howl at your refusal...
"My Child, I am be-begging you...please... say it..."
Toriel is gripping your shoulder as her length thumps away at your insides. The barrage of thrusts slows as she speaks, as if she's holding back. You don't think it would be a good idea to refuse her again...
"S-Say you need Mommy to fill you up with her... gn... with her seed!"
>ACCEPT REFUSE
* You say the words. You say THAT word. You tell Toriel you need to feel her fill you up. You tell her you're desperate to feel her hot, sticky cum (???) flooding your insides. You tell her you want to be your Mommy's little toy and get pounded by her every night (??!!)
* Your gut twists from the lies that spill out of your filthy mouth...
"Ahhh!"
Toriel sighs as if a weight has been lifted. You yelp as she jerks her hips suddenly forwards, plunging her thick, swollen flesh in as deep as she can go. You feel her tremble, a moan catching in her throat...
"My precious child..."
You can feel her throbbing deep within you. There's a tension in the air for a moment...
Toriel moans again, and you suddenly feel it, spurt after spurt of something hot and wet pumping up inside of you. Toriel sighs again. She rocks back and forth languidly on top of you, slower with every squirt.
> CRY
* Without really understanding why, when you feel that first jet of fluid pumping into your bowels, your face twists in a grimace. You begin to sob quietly again...
"...Ahh... hh... My child..."
Toriel continues her gentle motions as she drunkenly strokes your hair. You can barely tell when she finishes filling you with that sticky fluid, but she stops her movements shortly after, her body sagging on top of you. Her penis stays stuck deep inside, plugging you up like a cork in a bottle...
"...Thank you. You did wonderfully. While we were indulging... Why, it almost felt like we had met before... Your anus holds me so very much like theirs did."
...
Toriel sighs.
"But that was so many years ago. Thank you for doing this with me, my child. You may rest now."
You wince as you feel Toriel's length being carefully dragged out of you. There's a wet 'splortch', and suddenly you feel empty. You feel a little wetness dripping from your passage.
You're sore. The pain throbs in time with your heartbeat. Toriel pulls your shorts back up. You ar grateful not to be on display anymore.
"It is all over now, my child. Before I return to my chambers... Would you like... a hug?"
> HUG HER DO NOT
* You sit up gingerly, wiping your face on the back of your hand. Cautiously, you wrap your arms around Toriel, feeling her embrace you in her motherly warmth. You both cry for a moment...
* ...
* Toriel pulls away after a while. She gives you a gentle smile.
"Well then. I suppose it is time for me to return to my bedroom... Good night, little one."
Toriel kisses your forehead. You try not to tense up when she does.
She leaves the room... It looks like there's only one thing you can do now.
SLEEP >SLEEP
*Sleep comes mercifully quickly. You have dreams of fire monsters and kitchens full of dancing knives.
* You awaken, hours later, to a slice of homemade Cinnamon-Butterscotch Pie.
* After last night... the smell fills you with APPREHENSION.