Frisk once again found herself surprised by the appearance of the monster before her.

They were smaller than Frisk, crouching on their fours. Her skin was a pale green and looked smooth to the touch. She was nearly naked, wearing only a pair of thin black shorts that left plenty of her powerful legs in view and her modest B cup chest on full display.

Frisk looked into her eyes and saw only rage as her amphibious legs tensed to pounce again. Frisk jumped to avoid her again, finding it less graceful this time, her movements not only more panicked but slowed from the growing stiffness in her shorts.

As she avoided the attacks, there was an itching in her brain. And the more she looked at them, the more she… remembered? Understood? She didn't know how, but she knew what kind of monster it was.

It was like a strange voice she didn't recognize talking in her head as her eyes took in the half naked frog girl.

Frogal. Life is difficult for this monster, too weak to take what they want, and too unassuming to attract it. She wanders the Ruins topless hoping for attention and receiving none.

Frisk didn't understand how she knew this, but she was certain in the deepest pit of her being that it was all true.

As she ran to avoid the topless frog girl's pounces and tongue attacks, she saw more pain and desperation in her eyes than anything resembling rage.

If all she wanted was some love, maybe… maybe she could help her?

Toriel had been trying to teach her to be kind after all… Frisk came to a stop when Frogal had tired herself out jumping around.

"N-no need to get so aggressive with me, I'm still new to all this." Frisk said shakily, "All you had to do was ask~"

The Frogal's expression softened at this, unsure she was really hearing what she was hearing.

Taking a breath to steel her nerves, Frisk began to undress; Frogal's jaw dropping and her long tongue rolling out as she ogled the human futa girl's body.

And from that dropped jaw extended her tongue. At first Frisk assumed it was just rolling down in arousal like an old cartoon, only to realize that her tongue was snaking its way down towards her crotch.

"Godda ged you ready~" She explained, slurring her words as her tongue worked along Frisk's shaft like a third, soft, wet hand. She lubricated Frisk's cock with what she would later learn was not only saliva, but a thin layer of magic to act as lube.

It felt strange, but nice, tingling all over as her cock grew harder from the attention. Frisk took note when she felt Frogal's tongue rippling around her cock, tongue not just stroking but flexing and squeezing.

She bit her lip at the feeling, starting to leak precum over the frog monster's tongue. But the sensation hadn't been deliberate, but rather the result of Frogal's moaning, caused by her tongue having continued to extend after wrapping around Frisk's cock.

Only now did she notice that Frogal's tongue continued on between her own legs, evidently teasing her own pussy to get herself warmed up as well.

"Impressive~" Frisk moaned, shuddering at the sensation as Frogal's tongue withdrew from her cock.

Her long, slick tongue licked Frogal's lips before returning to her mouth. Frisk grinned excitedly, bracing herself as she somehow knew what was about to happen before it did.

The frog-like monster pounced from the ground at Frisk; though this time not to attack. Frisk caught her, holding her by her pert rump as her arms and legs locked around Frisk's body.

Frogal ground herself against Frisk's cock until it was lined up to her slit proper. She didn't give any further warner before bucking her hips down hard.

Frisk gasped at the pleasure as she felt the monster girl's folds squeezing around her shaft, "So good~" She purred, hold on the frog like monster girl tightening as she starting to move her hips as well.

Soon the two were moving together, the frog girl bouncing herself on Frisk's member as Frisk did her best to keep her balance.

"S-so deep~" Frogal moaned out before having her pleasured groans muffled by Frisk's lips. Her tongue pushed passed them, curling around Frisk's as the futanari began to pick up the pace; bouncing Frogal even harder on her cock.

Her mind was starting to grow foggier as the pleasure made her magic go haywire. She moaned hard into the human's mouth, body clenching tight around Frisk's cock as she came. Frisk kept going, grunting as she pounded up into the groaning frog girl as her tight body milked her.

Frisk knew that she couldn't get other human girls pregnant, and so it didn't even occur to her that the rules might be different with monsters until she'd already unloaded deep into Frogal, the sound of her pleasured cry sending a final wave of ecstasy through the futanari as she held onto her new friend.

While that flower was still a worry, Frisk found herself at a loss as to how anyone could dislike these monsters~


Frisk's experience with Frogal had convinced her to try exploring the Ruins rather than wait for Toriel. She had made it a ways deeper into the Ruins before stumbling upon another monster.

Initially all Frisk saw was a swarm of glittery, ethereal moths fluttering around her. Frisk didn't risk touching them, and realized she was trapped.

To her surprise though, none of them moved in to attack her, and slowly the magically summoned insects began to fade, revealing the one who had summoned them. She was smaller than Frogal, with pure white skin and thin moth-like wings and antennae.

Her body was slender but not unhealthy, and while cute, the monster was shaking nervously, looking terrified despite having been the one to attack.

Frisk was more worried about accidentally harming the little fairy like monster than being harmed by them deliberately. And as she approached and that strange voice returned to identify the monster, she was even more certain of this.

Whimsun. This monster is too meek to actually attack without others to help. You may pass if you wish. They are sensitive and nervous, and as such have missed out on many opportunities for a connection; which only makes them more sensitive and nervous.

Frisk decided right away that she wasn't going to ignore or take advantage of this little monster. Instead, Frisk sat down and offered her some of the candy she had found earlier.

"We can eat it together," She said with a kind smile.

Whimsun stared in shock, her paper-white face going beet red. Frisk wasn't sure why, unsure what the implications of sharing some candy were.

Whatever they were, though, she seemed to agree to them, walking over and sitting down next to Frisk, accepting a piece of monster candy and unwrapping it.

Frisk did the same and the two popped the candy into their mouths. As they sucked on the candy and spoke to one another, learning about their lives, a heat similar to the kind Frisk had felt from Flowey's pollen began to wash over her.

Whimsun seemed to be feeling it as well, pulling off her thin white dress and moving to straddle Frisk, having seemingly been emboldened by whatever effect the candy was having on them both.

The two kissed gently at first, but were soon making out heatedly like a pair of teenagers behind the bleachers. The feeling of Frisk's tent against her seemed to weaken her confidence; but not enough to overcome the candy induced lust, so a compromise was reached.

The two moved away from the wall, Frisk laying down on her back as Whimsun laid on top of her, letting Frisk lift her dress as she took out the human's cock.

The two formed the first monster-human sixty-nine in over a hundred years, both learning that monster candy did in fact taste better when mixed with the taste of a lover~