Under Tail

by F14M3RZ

Life is weird, but at the end of the day, we've gotta keep moving forward and all that. Join this unnamed protagonist as they traverse through a familiar land encompassing an unfamiliar sin. Hilarity, tragedy, gijinka/anthro (humanized), and various pop culture references will ensue. Rated M for lemons, language, and puns. Adopted from the OG theirself, Mushroomstoryperson.

19. Chapter 19

A/U: Heya. If you want to see why things are a bit janky, read the Author's Note at the bottom of the page.

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Pacifist

Your new, wishy-washy friend wished you a wonderful walky as she floated away down the river, leaving you to clean up the remnants of the 'good, clean fun' she left behind on your dick. Though, now that you think about it, it was really more like 'good, dirty fun' than clean fun. But all the soap probably canceled that out - though all the bodily fluids may have canceled out the cancel… unless you had sex in Spanish, at which point the cancels don't cancel each other out and would actually mean your fun was super clean…

Eh, you decided to leave philosophical questions like that to the professionals, like Plato-Scrubber, or Aristbubble, and simply finished cleaning your dick, redressing, and moving on.

The river, and the path following it, both seemed to go on forever - though, admittedly, it was pretty hard to tell with the way the cavern twisted and turned, and how plants, trees, and mushrooms blocked much of your vision, but you were fairly convinced that eternity was just out of sight, waiting for you. Probably. You were sure.

"Squeak," you heard something that may or may not have been eternity squeak off to the left side of the path, causing you to stop and check what it was.

Turning, you looked and saw another echo flower - along with a small mouse hole in the wall, and a table with a hunk of cheese encased in purple amber sitting on it.

"Squeak… I wish that this amber would disappear… without the cheese I mean," you heard the flower continue."I don't want the amber to disappear with the cheese. I mean, we'd get a free table out of it, but that wouldn't be nearly as nice as that cheese. I guess we could trade the table for cheese too, but the furniture-to-lactose international exchange rate has been pretty screwy lately…"

You thought about it for a few moments and decided that you might as well help this mouse's wish come true. It wasn't exactly like you had a magic wand or something, but it couldn't hurt to try, right?

So, you picked up the cheese/amber and brought it back down hard onto your knee. Then, as soon as you were done crying, you got a rock instead and smashed it down onto the purple amber.

Shards of the hardened tree-blood spewed everywhere as you struck it, sending little pieces of it into your mouth and filling your taste-buds with a taste that was kinda like maple syrup, if instead of maple it was grape. You briefly wondered if the tree it came from got confused at a wine tasting or something, but you quickly pushed that from your mind, along with the amber shards from the wooden table. You then picked up the cheese, brought it to the nearby mouse hole, knocked on the wall above the hole, and politely waited for a response.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," an annoyed voice replied.

A moment later and door in the hole opened, revealing a tiny woman with brown skin, a red tube top, tight bluejeans, a long pink tail, and grey mouse ears on top of her head.

"Hmm? Who the trap are you?" Her nose twitched a little in suspicion as she spoke.

You held out the cheese and explained that you heard her wish on through the echo flower, and while you didn't have a bank teller on hand to broker the conversion dispute, you did have a rock to broker the amber.

"Really?" she cocked her hips to the side as she spoke.. "You'd help me with that, even though you never met me? Well, call me a little skeptical."

You told her that was the whole truth about this hole-y cheese, and that it really was not that big of a deal for you. You just thought you'd help out a cute mouse while you were in the neighborhood.

"Mouse!?" The mouse(?) woman suddenly stomped her foot in anger as she glared tiny daggers at you. "I am a rat you moron, not a mouse!"

You apologize, and tried to make an excuse for yourself involving how similar rats and mice looked to one another.

"Oh, so you think we all look the same, do you?!" She spat a little as she stepped forward, somehow lording over you despite looking so small. "Well, we'll just have to make you understand the difference~"

She then brought her fingers up to her mouth and let out a whistle that was ten times bigger than she was. You stood there, confused and covering your ears, wondering why on earth she just did that.

Your answer came in the form of other mi- rats, other rats pouring out of several other tiny doors you hadn't noticed in the wall, all of them jumping towards you with tiny ropes. They were each dressed similarly to the first rat you talked to, but their tube tops were all different colors.

You tried to bat them away, but they were just too fast, and soon you were caught in a web of string. You tried to turn around and run, but you ended up tripping and falling humorously onto your back, giving the rat girls the opportunity to pound the ends of their rope into the ground with tacks.

"That'll teach you to get us mixed up…" the red rat said smugly as she walked towards your head.

You groaned from your firmly planted spot and told her that you were pretty sure you'd learned your lesson about racial sensitivity for the day, and you asked if she would kindly let you get back up.

"Well, you did get us that cheese…" The rat's ears suddenly perked up as she heard something beating. "Huh? What's that?"

She and her friends all looked up and saw your beating heart floating up above them, out of their reach but also out of your reach, which was pretty unfortunate considering you wanted to hide it from them like a bad report card from your parents right about then.

"Oooh, so it looks like we managed to get a human in our little rat trap!" The rat with the red tube top smirked as she jumped onto your face and walked over to your nose. "Oh, but don't worry, we're not that interested in stealing your soul."

Surprised, you asked if she really meant it. It wasn't like you were upset that she wasn't planning on doing that, but considering that she basically had you tied up Japanese bondage-style, so you were kind of expecting things to head in that direction.

"Nah - there's no way we'd do something like that! Especially after you got us that cheese! Besides, could our bodies even hold a soul that big? I'm not sure I want to find out..." the head rat said from your nose. "But, if you want, we can show you the difference between mouse and rat bodies… in intimate detail. That way, you won't ever have this misunderstanding again."

You asked her if you'd still have to be tied up for this lesson.

"Well, that depends… do you want to take us all on all at once?" You looked around at all the little, sexy girls around you before nodding your head. "That's what I thought~"

She then began to take off her clothes in a sensual way, starting by slowly taking off her top and then shimmying sultrily out of her jeans and red panties. You think. It was kind of hard to focus your eyes on her when she was so close, you had to cross them to see her.

As soon as her clothes were off, you felt her snatch press down against your nose, her tiny clit rubbing against the tip as her scent wasted down into your sinuses. You assumed that she probably looked very sexy doing this, but you would just have to take your imagination's word for it.

The other rats, meanwhile, seemed to follow the first's lead and began to strip out of their clothes as well. You could feel their naked bodies pile onto yours, but you could do nothing but lie there as they worshiped your body.. You could feel their tiny tits massage your arms and legs, their tiny waists brush against you, their paintbrush-like tongues trace your muscles.

And, you could feel them start to undo and pull down your pants.

"Ah!" you heard one of the rats gasp as your dick flopped out, already hard. "Oh wow! It's so big! How are we supposed to fuck that?"

"Very recklessly!" another said as she leapt onto your dick. "Last one to the top is moldy cheese!"

You could feel a sudden stampede of tiny feet across your lower body as most of the rats began to swarm around your groin. You imagined that most of them would have been able to climb to the top fairly easily on their own, but none of them could with all of them rushing at once. Instead, all that did was drown your mind in a flurry of sensations as you felt their soft bodies, and a few curious tongues, swirl and writhe around your cock.

"Aha! I made it!" one of them cried out triumphantly as she plopped down onto the head of your dick, wrapping her legs around it to make sure she didn't all off. "Now, let's see if you were worth all that work…"

You let out a gasp as you felt her shove her face right into the tip of your cock, her tongue swirling around the inside as she gulped down every drop of your precum that she could. All the while, the other rats never stopped moving and swirling their mass around the base of your dick, licking your shaft when they could and forcibly rubbing their tits against it when other girls bumped into them.

"Wow, that's quite a mess." One of the rats who arrived late sighed as she casually fingered her pussy. "I mean, I like orgies, but I feel like joining in now would be a little uncomfortable…"

"Hey, don't worry! There's still plenty of room elsewhere…" another rat said as she began to rub herself against your chest. "After all… you can fuck anything if you try hard enough!"

"Anything, huh?" The unsatisfied rat looked at your right hand and walked over to it before pulling up the end of your middle finger and pressing the tip of it against her dripping pussy.

"Wait… you're not really going to…" the rat rubbing against your chest asked before her sister slowly began to press the digit inside her. "Holy ratatouille! She actually slipped the whole thing inside her!"

You moved your head to the side a little and saw that the rat woman had, indeed, managed to get the entire tip of your digit into her squeezing snatch. Her lower abdomen bulged as her eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head. Even though your finger was small, she was still smaller, and it looked like she was about to pop… and yet, she kept going.

"Aaah! It feels so good!" she screamed, her tiny clit spasming so hard that you actually felt it through your finger. "Please… start moving… fuck me!"

A little nervous that you might hurt her, you began to move your finger up and down very slowly. That little bit of extra stimulation seemed to set her off, though as another screaming orgasm ripped through her body.

"Wow, that looks like fun!" the rat on your nose said before jumping off and becoming the rat on your left index finger. "Do me next, bub!"

You didn't have time to reply before she squeezed herself down like a chalk on the end of a pool cue, and forced your finger inside her.

"Oh, now that's the stuff!" she moaned happily as she gripped her breasts. "Now fuck me like the dirty rat I am!"

Growing more bold, you began to move your fingers faster - or at least, as fast as your restraints would allow - and caused them both to squeak with pleasure as their bodies and hair bounced up and down.

"Hmm… I wonder if I can fit one inside me too…" another rat said as she made her way towards one of your hands.

"Pfft, I know I can!" another said much more enthusiastically, rubbing her cunt wildly in preparation of her imminent finger-fucking.

"Maybe I could go for the pinkie…" another said, much more timidly.

One by one you felt their pussies slip over the ends of your fingers like warm, squishy thimbles, and you began to play their wombs like keys on a piano. You weren't sure if this was a world record for the largest number of women one person has fingered at once, but you were sure this was the most someone could do with only ten fingers.

"Ah, yes!" one of the girls who managed to get herself around your thumb cried you in pleasure. "Harder! Please, do us harder!"

The other girls were making a similar ratcket, so you did as you were told and began moving your fingers like you were playing two invisible trumpets.

"Oh yes, now that's the right speed!" the rat on your left index finger groaned as her (relatively) large breasts bounced up and down with every thrust of your finger. "Ratatat tat! Like a machine gun! Only… this is way nicer!"

"Do you think… you could swirl it around inside me?" another asked politely as you felt the ring of her pussy lips squeeze around your right ring finger. "I really want to feel you… in every part of me!"

You tried to do it, but ring fingers aren't exactly the best at rotating like that. So, instead, you twisted your whole left wrist around, sending all the rats on your left hand flying around like naughty tilt-a-whirl. At the same time, the rats around your groin were giving your cock the same treatment, twirling it around as they kept competing to lick it and fondle it with their breasts. The rat on top had yet to flee the sinking ship, however, as she kept her legs locked tight and her tongue licking up as much of your precum that didn't splatter onto her face.

"Oh, rats! You're really pouring out now!" the woman atop your dick called out between glugs. "I think they're getting ready to blow!"

"Well, I hope they've got enough to share with all of us!" the first rat you met said between body-shaking orgasms. "You still have a lot to makeup for that mistake you made earlier… but I think we'll all forgive you if you give us all some cheese!"

"I can feel their balls pulsing!" You felt the girls around your groin suddenly pick up their speed. "It looks like it's a rat race to the finish! Come on, everyone! Give it your all!"

You felt yourself begin to cum just a moment later, your dick firing so hard that the rat who was on top was sent flying by the first blast. The rest of the girls clamored and cheered around your pole as your seed rained down onto them from above, their mouths hanging open as your cream slid down their throats. Your finger puppets weren't in range to get any for themselves, but you had a feeling from the sound of their constant wails of pleasure that they didn't really mind.

"Now… do you think you finally know the difference between rat bodies and mouse bodies?" The original rat popped herself off your finger and hunted down her discarded red tube top, putting it back on as her juices continued to run down her thighs.

Panting, you took a moment to really ponder that question before finally deciding on an answer; no mouse had ever fucked you quite as hard as a rat has.

"Exactly!" The rat in the red tube top smiled proudly as her friends slowly began do disperse. "There's a reason why 'rats' is 'star' spelled backwards - it's because no one can forget us~"

You agreed and assured her that you would never make the same mistake again… unless you encountered a mouse in a bad mood, you supposed.

"Well, I'm sure even if you do make the mistake, I doubt you'll get ratted on as long as you treat them right… unless, getting ratted on is what you want~" The rat in the red tube top waved her tail sultrily as she and the other rats headed back into their holes. "See you later, human."

You said goodbye as well, and you were about to ask her to untie you, but she slammed her door before you could reach that part. You considered calling out for help, but then you remembered that you were just bound by string - you could break free any time you really wanted to. So, you broke free.

Wiping the strings away as if they were stale noodles, you picked yourself up and continued down the Waterfall path. Along the way you noticed a few black trees leaking purple sap and wondered if someone was using them to make syrup, and then wondered if that syrup would actually be any good on something like pancakes. You had to admit that amber you had earlier was pretty good, but could anything really replace maple? Well, strawberry jam was good on pancakes too, so maybe-

"Oh no, they're actually here," you heard a nervous voice suddenly say from a nearby bush with a conspicuous gelatinous green blob sticking out the side. "I guess I have to capture them… for The Underground!"

The bush rustled a little bit before a large woman, wearing nothing and seemingly made entirely out of green gel, emerged from the bush. Judging by the way she shook, and the consistency of her body, she looked to be some kind of Moldsmal… but big. A Moldbyg, if you would. And you would.

"Hold it right there, human." The Moldbyg ordered, standing over you. "I'm going to rape you good, you hear? And there's absolutely no escape!"

Your stance reflexively widened like a college freshman widening their pants after a few months of college. But, to your surprise, you didn't need to dodge. Instead, the Moldbyg just kept standing there, hanging above you.

"That's right… I'm totally going to assault you right now!" she insisted, despite the fact that the only thing she was currently assaulting you with was the smell of sour apples. "I'm totally going to… rape you… even if it's gross!"

She still just kept standing there, hanging over you and occasionally dripping a tasty drop of water into your mouth from above. Curious, you stuck your hand out towards her body to test if she was really there.

"Gah! Hey!" She shouted as her whole body suddenly recoiled, as if you had slapped her mass instead of just lightly poking it. "Haven't you heard of respecting personal space?"

You pointed out that she was planning on invading your personal space, quite intimately, only a few seconds ago.

"Th-that was different!" You took a step closer again and she recoiled even more. "G-get away from me!"

Remembering what happened the last time you ran into a jello girl, you began to wiggle your body sensually to try and seduce her.

"Ew! What are you doing!?" she gasped, turning her face away. "Moving yourself so lewdly… it's a sin!"

She was cowering off in the corner now, clearly wishing to escape but with nowhere to go. You never thought that you'd feel so sorry for someone who tried to rape you so quickly, but here you are, on the bullet train to pity-ville with a bolt of lightning as the conductor. So, you swallowed your confusion and told her you were sorry, in the hopes of calming her down.

"Do… do you mean it?" she asked, standing back up.

You nodded and said that you should have respected her personal space. You mean, yeah, she was technically attacking you, but you were still rather rude by poking her.

"Oh, well… thank you, then." The Moldbyg sighed as she compiled some of her mass in her lower body and 'sat' down onto the ground. "But some of this really is my fault for trying to attack you. I mean, I know capturing a human soul is important and all, but I just wish I didn't have to do it in a sexual way. I mean, how contrived and arbitrary is that? Whoever came up with that rule is some kind of sicko or pervert…"

Curious, you asked her what was the part that grossed her out the most - the part where she would have to kill you, the part where she would have to rape you, or the part where she would have to have sex.

"Uh, no offense to you, but… honestly, the sex part is the worst." The Moldbyg shifted uncomfortably in her 'seat'. "Like… I think it's just such a disgusting concept… if I had a stomach, I'd probably throw up just thinking about it."

You didn't really understand her viewpoint. You still thought sex was pretty good, even in spite of all the traumatic sexual experiences you've had. You weren't about to try to convince her of that, though - that would be a recipie for another Toriel, except with jello instead of pie… and more sugar, you supposed.

Instead, you thanked her for not raping you, even though her reasons for doing so were kind of selfish.

"You're… thanking me?" The green girl looked down at you, confused. "I know you're human and all, but… have people really been trying to rape you so much that I'm actually an exception when I don't really try anything?"

You shook your head, before nodding slightly, and then finally nodding strongly.

"Ugh… you poor thing." She looked mostly sympathetic for a few moments before she realized what that entailed. "Oh shit! That means someone could come along to rape you at any second! I better get going!"

You looked down and saw that Moldbyg's body had suddenly turned into tank treads. You weren't sure if that would actually help her get away faster, but she was clearly going to try regardless.

"See you later, human!" You heard her voice fade into the distance as she sped away. "Oh, and, uh… don't get raped!"

You were a bit sad to see her go so quickly, but still, you managed to make it through two encounters with women without being raped by either. You hadn't had a roll of luck this good since Snowdin! You were eager to see if you could get to three.

You boldly walked forward into the next area of the cave, the path now running between a river on the south side and a large lake on the north side. As far as you could tell, there wasn't anyone or anything around, which actually kind of surprised you. Sure, it was a bit dark in here, but it seemed to be the perfect area to have a swim. Since this place wasn't hard to get to, and the water looked to be just as clean as the rest of Waterfalls water, the only reason you could think of for monsters to stay away would be if there was something in the water scaring them off…

…

You decided not to think about that and started to walk faster. For no reason. Definitely not because you were worried about the lake because you weren't even thinking about it.

However, you weren't so busy not-thinking about the lake that you didn't notice the long, white tentacle that was extending out of the water. You still pretended like you didn't notice though, and just kept walking. Soon, another tentacle poked up out of the water, followed by another, and another, and you were really starting to hate the size of this room.

Finally, you saw something large and golden start to rise up out of the center of the lake. The figure was so massive that it sent out a wave that soaked the entire path, and your shoes. You stopped your frantic fast-walk and stood there in fear as a pair of massive blue eyes stared down at you.

And then you saw the face that came along with the eyes and, well… let's just say you weren't nearly as intimidated anymore.

"Hey there~" Floating in the water in front of you was a giant, blonde woman wearing the upper half of a white swimsuit. The bottom half looked like it was torn away long ago, which was probably convenient for her since you doubted the massive octet of tentacles that served as her legs would have fit.

Her face was completely human, however, and her expression wasn't that of anger or hunger, or even lust like you might expect. No, the look on her face was more akin to a first grader seeing a kitten for the first time, or maybe a puppy who was just told they were very good.

"I saw you walking… there." The massive woman sounded somewhat bashful as she twirled around one of her tentacles in her hand. "It's so nice to meet you. I'm Onion-san."

You shook one of her tentacles and said that the feeling was mutual.

Onions-san kept staring at you with a joyous expression on her face. Feeling a little creeped out, you moved to leave, but she just kept following you and staring at you like a lost puppy.

"So, you're visiting Waterfall, huh?" She finally continued to speak after a few awkward moments. "It sure is great here, huh? You love it, right?"

You nodded your head and said it was alright.

"Yeah, I thought so! It's my big favorite too!" Onion-san clapped her hands together. "Although… the water is so shallow here…"

You looked down and saw that the lake was actually pretty deep for the most part, but she was still able to walk across most of the bottom easily with her long tentacles, so she probably had some trouble getting a good stretch.

"B-but that's okay!" Onion-san's head suddenly shot up as she tried to maintain her happy expression. "It beats moving to the city, after all! I'd have to get a moving truck out here, and find a way to stay wet all the way through Hotland without drying out… plus, I'd have to live in a crowded aquarium! I have no idea why any of my friends did that…"

Her shoulders slumped again.

"Plus, the aquarium's so full that I can't move back to my friends if I wanted to anyways…" She tried to switch back to happy again but that was clearly becoming harder to do. "That's okay though, y'hear? Because Undyne is going to fix everything for me… and for everyone trapped down here!"

Slowing down, you asked the octo-girl what she meant by that.

"Well, because Undyne is going to capture the human and take their soul!" You reflexively hid your soul to where Onion-san couldn't see it. "And then we can all get out of here, and I can live in the ocean, y'hear? And then I'll have lots of friends too, and I won't have to be… alone…"

You reached the end of this area of the cave, and Onion-san had to stop as the lake she was in came to an end.

"Oh, it looks like this is the end of the room… I guess we'll have to part ways now." Onion-san looked at you with big eyes, hoping that she could convince you to want to stay a little longer with her. It didn't work, obviously. "But I'll see you around though, y'hear? You can come around anytime you like… or, you know, send friends if they're available… we can talk about stuff like… uhhhhhh…"

Poor girl… for someone who's so big, she has such a hard time with small talk. Perhaps giving her a pity chat would help her feel better… and the experience would help her talk with whoever comes by next.

So, you stop in your tracks, turn around, and sit down on the shore of the lake.

"Oh! You're… staying?" Onion-san looked incredibly confused. "That's never happened before… like, ever! And… I still don't know what to talk about…"

You told her that shouldn't be a problem. After all, she just had to talk about the things she liked and was interested in.

"Oh, yeah! That's a pretty good idea!" She twiddled her fingers for a few moments. "Uh… I've been thinking about starting a band."

Curious, you asked her what she'd name it.

"Uh, I don't know… the 3 Doors Up?" She shrugged. "I haven't really thought about that part yet."

You asked what instrument she'd play.

"I haven't thought of that either."She looked up dreamily at the ceiling. "I was just thinking, man… it sure would be great to be in a band, y'know? Going all sorts of cool places, meeting new people…"

You suggested that she might be great at an organ with 8 pipe divisions.

"Is that hard?"

You shrugged - you assumed it was, but it wasn't like you really tried.

"Okay then…" She twiddled her fingers around more. "Uh… I ran out of things to talk about."

You raised an eyebrow, disbelieving. She had to have more things she liked and, therefore, more things to talk about.

"Well… I like water, and… sand is kind of nice too." She spoke after a few moments of silence. "And… uh… do you eat?"

You nodded. Like most people, you did, indeed, partake in the consumption of sustenance.

"Ah… so, I guess we have that in common."

Deciding to cut through awkward silence before it got too thick and encased you like some terrible, silent cheese, you just flat-out asked Onion-san if she went on many dates.

"What!?" she gasped, taken aback. "Well… no, not really. Can you tell?"

If you nodded any harder, it would have measured on the richter scale.

"Oh dear… I'm sorry."

You quickly told her that wasn't something to apologize for.

"No, no… even if I don't talk to people much, I know that I'm not exactly making thrilling conversation with ya, y'hear?" She looked a tiny bit ashamed of herself, but tried to hide it with a smile. "Sometimes… I think that might be the reason my friends left me here alone. It's probably why people here in Waterfall don't spend too much time here either."

You tried to reassure her, saying that she doesn't give herself nearly enough credit. Just because she wasn't used to conversations now didn't mean she wouldn't get good at them eventually with enough practice.

"That's real sweet of you to say." She smiled down at you with a soft warmth in her eyes. "But my problem isn't really that I'm shy, or that I'm awkward… it's that I don't have anything to talk about. How am I supposed to get better at conversations if I don't have anything to talk about?"

You told her that she could always try leaving the lake to experience things, so that way she could talk about the things she experienced.

"Well… like I said, I can't really go anywhere outside the lake. Didn't y'hear?" Onion-san motioned towards her body. "Not only would I dry out, but… the water is kind of supporting my weight. I don't think I could even walk on dry land. I was born in this lake… and it looks like I'm going to die in it."

She let out a sad sigh before forcing a smile back on once more.

"But that's okay! After all, everyone here in the Underground is going to essentially face the same fate!" She stumbled a little. "I mean, assuming Undyne doesn't save us… and I have complete confidence in her, y'hear?"

Deciding to change the topic away from the freaky armor woman who was trying to kill you, you told Onion-san she could still do cool things in her little lake.

"Really?" Her eyes sparkled just like when she first saw you. "Like what?"

You thought about playing a game, but remembered that you left your extensive collection of custom cribbage boards at home. So you thought, what was something fun and interesting two people can do alone together…

You've got it! Calisthenics!

Wait, no, that probably wouldn't work if she didn't have any real legs.

That only really left sex, which was pretty exciting, but you weren't sure if that would exactly be the kind of thing she should bring up in casual conversation. But on the other seven other tentacles, doing that might cheer her up, and being in a (genuinely) good mood could help her talk to people…

You suddenly realized that you were considering offering this woman pity sex. Now, you were the one who needed cheering up.

So, you finally decided to tell Onion-san about the idea while hoping that having some self-pity sex wouldn't get you caught in a self-destructive cycle of sadness and fucking.

"S-sex!?" she gasped in surprise at that. "Well, gee, I'm not so sure about that. And by that I mean… I'm not so sure how about that, y'hear?"

Ah, just perfect - not only was she a giant, but she was a giant virgin too. And she was a big virgin too, which would make taking the lead a little bit hard.

But, you looked closer at her face and saw that she clearly did want to do this. She was expecting you to turn her down and walk away at any second, but there was some hope there that you would show her a good time… and that hope filled you with Determination!

So, you began to take off your clothes, hid your soul under your shirt, popped your spare Nice Cream into your mouth to get hard again, and jumped into the water. You told her that her inexperience shouldn't be a problem because you were going to make sure she was going to have fun either way.

"Oh my! You mean it?" She blushed as the widest smile you had ever seen (literally) spread across her face. "Wow, thanks! What do I need to do?"

You told her to just lie back in the water and you'd figure out-er, you mean, you would take care of the rest.

"Alright… here I go!" She carefully lowered herself onto her back. "I'm trusting you, y'hear?"

You nodded solemnly as you observed her body. She was so large that you genuinely didn't know where to start, so you eventually decided to start where you normally would - with some foreplay on the upper body.

Grabbing onto her swimsuit, you climbed up onto her chest and reached over to grope her right tit. It really wasn't so much of a grope as it was a bear hug, but the effect was still the same - Onion-san moaned and blushed as she felt pleasure start to creep up her spine.

The breast was just as squishy as a regular tit, but it was still harder to massage since there was so much of it. You had to keep moving around it to try and get at it from every angle, and exert all your strength to get it to jiggle even a little bit. Eventually, Onion-san pushed aside the straps of her swimsuit and lowered her top, allowing you direct access to her tits. You promptly used the opportunity to climb on top of her breasts and start licking her bare skin.

"Wow… that sure does feel weird." The octopus woman shifted around in the water a bit, sending little waves in all directions as her body reflexively moved. "Not that it's bad… just… weird."

Massaging her massive areola, you asked her if that felt she was feeling good.

"I think so." Her face contorted a little. "I certainly like how warm it makes me feel… I don't think I have ever noticed how cold this lake is, y'know?"

Trying to sound romantic, you told her that few things match the warmth of passion and lust.

"Oh!" She gasped as she felt one of your hands play with her hardening nipple. "'Jjust making sure, but that's not actually going to boil me or anything, right?"

You assured her that boiled octopus was not on the menu that night and went over to her mouth to seal that promise with a kiss.

Realizing what you were about to do, Onion-san closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and leaned forward. In spite of your better judgement, you met her lips head-on, and even extended your tongue inside her mouth to wrestle with yours. It wasn't surprising as to who wone that match, but you were a bit shocked that she was panting afterwards.

"This is so much more fun than I ever thought it would be…" Onion-san stared off into the middle-distance with a dreamy look on her face. "So, what's next? More boob stuff?"

You considered that for a moment but quickly realized that, if you spent too much time on her tits, you'd have absolutely no energy to spend on her pussy. So, you told her to spread her legs so that you could get to the main event.

"Oh… so soon?" You heard the swishing of water as some of her tentacles moved away. "Okay then, get started."

You walked across her stomach, across Onion-san's bouncy stomach, and looked down. Then, you turned around and told Onion-san to spread all of her legs for you.

"Oh, right." She moved the rest of her tentacles away from the bottom of her body. "My bad."

You carefully lowered yourself down from her stomach and found that she did, indeed, have a normal pussy underneath all of her tentacles. Well, normal except for its extraordinary size. You imagined that if she spread her pussy lips wide, you'd be able to drive a medium mini-minivan through them and give guided tours of her womb.

You would have stopped there if the rats and mice you've met hadn't taught you one important lesson - size matters a hell of a lot less during sex than some might think. So, you jumped down onto Onion-san's groin and brought your face up to her clit, which was so massive it would have practically been impossible to miss. At the same time, you gently placed your hands between her vaginal lips to find her g-spot, while your dick slipped in the lower part of her cunt for the ride.

"Oh gosh, this feels so… exhilarating!" Onion-san's body suddenly shook again. "You're-ah! Doing well so far!"

You thanked her for the compliment before giving her clit a nice, long lick. It began to bob up and down like a bouncy, pink ball as the Octopus woman groaned in delight, so you took that as a good sign that she liked it.

You began to lick her clit much more methodically now, running your tongue quickly from top to bottom, over and over again. Every time your tongue flicked off the top, you felt her cunt squeeze around your arms in delight. Her g-spot took a bit of mining her cave to properly find, but once you did, she began to moan even louder.

"Yes… right there! That spot's my big favorite!" Onion-san screamed a little as her tentacles thrashed in the water around her. "This is so different… than my own tentacles…"

Curious about that statement, you asked her if she really fucked herself with her own tentacles.

"Yeah… I have." The massive woman squeezed shamelessly around your arms as you kept ceasing her clit. "It's nice… and convenient… and I don't even have to bend over to do it! I've sometimes imagined doing it when I talk to people, but people spend so little time here that I never really got the chance to try."

Feeling that it might be a bit hypocritical of you to discourage public masturbation, so you simply told her that sounded like an interesting fantasy.

"Yeah… I actually have quite a lot of those." Onion-san was playing with her own breasts now as you worshiped her snatch. "There's not much else to think about after all. I've thought about having sex with people who walk by… masturbating with a tree… even having sex with my hands and knees… all eight of them! I've considered calling that one… dogcto style!"

You told her that sounded fun, but that tentacles didn't really have knees.

"Oh… right… I guess that's one dream kneecapped," she said sadly, though it was hard to hear any dowerness in her voice when she was moaning too much.

Still, you didn't want her feeling down when you were trying to cheer her up, so you asked her if she ever thought about talking to people about her fantasies while you shoved both your fists as hard as you could into her g-spot.

"Talk about pervy things? I don't think that would be a very good idea." You imagined that you would have seen a very conflicted look on her face if your field of vision wasn't completely dominated by the clit you were currently licking. "I mean, won't that make people think I'm a pervert? If that happened then people would spend even less time in here, y'hear?"

You nodded as you licked and said that she had a good point, but she could still find people to talk about it with if she looked in the right places.

"But… I told you! I can't go anywhere!" She complained while her musk overpowered your nostrils. "How am I supposed to talk about that with anyone if I can't meet them?"

Reaching for a solution as you reached even further back into her vagina, you asked if she considered using the internet to talk to people about this kind of stuff.

"What? People don't talk about sex on the internet," she said, saying the most innocent thing you had ever heard outside of Papyrus's mouth. "Right?"

You told her that she'd be quite surprised - if she looked a bit harder, you were sure she'd be able to find lots of people who would be willing to chat with her about sex - especially once they found out she had tentacles too.

"Gosh… do you really think so?" Onion-san was now biting her finger to help stop herself from moaning too loudly. A good thing too - she was so big that you were worried that she might cause a cave in if she got too rowdy. "I guess I can give it a shot. Oh! And speaking of shots… I think one is coming, y'hear?"

Your tongue still fimly licking her exposed clit, you told her to go right ahead. You could handle it.

"Aaah… aaah… oh gosh!" Onion-san screamed as her tentacles began to flail wildly. "Aaaaaaaaaa!"

You felt Onion-san's cunt start to squeeze hard around your arms as her orgasm tore through her body like a chef preparing octo-pie. Her lower lips squeezed so hard that, for a second, you thought that you might lose your grip on her g-spot in more ways than one. Ultimately, though, after convulsing several times and spraying you with a good amount of fluid, her snatch slowly calm down and let you go. You came shortly afterwards, spraying an amount of sperm that would have absolutely filled any other girl but was more like just a drop in the ocean of Onion-san's pussy. You honestly didn't think she noticed or even felt that you came, which was good since that meant having to come up with another excuse for your dick.

"Wow… that was the best I've felt… in a long time… y'hear?" Onion-san panted as her whole body relaxed and you washed yourself off in the lakewater.

You told her that you definitely y'heard it - and if she had any neighbors, they probably would have y'heard it too.

"Yeah… sorry about that." Onion-san sat up in the lake once more as you climbed back onto shore and shook yourself dry. "Thanks for spending time with me. I'll be sure to follow your advice… hopefully it will work."

You didn't want to guarantee that, lest she go after you for some tentacruel revenge, so you gave her a thumbs-up and told her that she wouldn't know until she tried.

"Yeah, I guess so. You have a good time here in Waterfall while you're here, y'hear?" Onion-san smiled and waved as you put your clothes on and once again headed to the exit. "You definitely deserve it!"

You waved back and told her that you wouldn't be an issue. You were almost certain that was a lie.

After leaving Onion-san's lake, you continued through the grassy, winding paths of the eerily-quiet paths that snaked through out Waterfall. Along the way, you saw a few white areas that appeared to be farms, so you guessed that this is where monsters got most of their food. Thankfully, no one seemed to be working them, so you did not have to worry about being caught by any farmers or their fruit/vegetable husbands again.

Eventually, the cave narrowed back down again and the grass thinned out until you found yourself in a cozier part of the cavern. It was almost like a room, and not just because there was a piano, a bed, a refrigerator, and a desk there as well. There was also a large, conspicuous sign there as well that read "A Great Treasure Lies in the Northern Room", which was an odd addition to the decor of the area, but who were you to judge?

"Please… go away…" You heard a soft voice whispering nearby, so faint that you almost missed it. "Leave me alone…"

Turning towards the source of the voice, you saw what appeared to be a busty woman with light blue skin, dark blue hair, and a light dangling from her head in front of her. By the looks of things, she was almost completely naked except for a small, white bikini top, and she looked like she was a fish from the waist down. Thinking back to your knowledge of ancient mythology, you promptly concluded that she was a mercleaner of some kind, and that those weren't drops of water that you were seeing run down the side of her face… those were tears.

Concerned for her, you sat down beside the sea woman and asked her what was wong.

"I don't want to tell you…" The mercleaner girl hid her face from her own dangling light behind with her long bangs, but she didn't try to move away as you sat down. "It never works out well when I talk about it."

Deciding that you were really on a streak today with helping monsters without getting raped, you insisted on hearing what was wrong. You couldn't guarantee that you could help her, but you could at least try.

"It's… my singing voice…" Tears continued rolling down her cheeks as she spoke. "No matter what I do… people always seem to hate it…"

You patted her on the her cold, blue back and told her that was fine. It was hard to sound good unless you've practiced for a while.

"But that's just it… I keep practicing and practicing, but whenever I put on a show for someone, no ever cheers…" She hid her face in shame while she explained.

Cringing a little bit for having accidentally stepped on her fin like that, you quickly told her that was okay too and changed the subject by asking her name.

"I'm Shyren…" You finally managed to get a good look one of her gold eyes as she turned to look at you. "Who are you?"

You told her your name.

"Hmm… you're a human aren't you?" You silently cursed to yourself as you realize you failed to hide your soul once again. "That's okay… I'm not that interested in raping you. I just want to be left alone…"

Determined to try and help her, you offered Shyren your ear.

"Your ear? I already have two of those." She replied. "And they just keep telling me how awful I am…"

You clarified yourself by explaining that you were offering to listen to her so you could give her some singing tips. You were in choir in high school after all, and if there was one thing you got out of that class besides getting thrown into lockers again and again and again, it was the knowledge of the basics of singing.

"Well… I suppose it wouldn't hurt…" Shyren said, turning towards you slightly. "You just have to promise me not to laugh… and whatever you do, don't just stare in silence! I always hate it when people do that."

Your took your heart and made a cross with it in the air before swearing that, whatever happened, you would not do either of those things.

"Okay… here goes nothing."

Shyren took in a deep breath before beginning to sing. In spite of her warnings about how pitiful of a singer she was, her voice was actually very melodic. Relaxing, too. Godlike, even.

Your eyes fluttered a little bit as your body began to sway subconsciously with her beat. Her lyrics were so enchanting, her pitch was so perfect, it left you completely stunned! Literally! You couldn't move!

You tried to tell Shyren to stop her singing, but by then you had lost the ability to move your lips. All you could do was keep standing there, watching helplessly as she kept singing. It was still a beautiful song, but the fact that you were paralyzed from the scalp down limited your enjoyment of it somewhat.

"Well? What did you think of it?" Shyren asked once her song finally came to an end. "Well? Aren't you going to tell me what you thought? At all?"

You tried your best to nod your head at the very least, but you could only offer a perceived action of inaction to the fragile fishie. That, and a frozen fishstick that seemed to be getting longer and longer in your pants.

"I knew it… you're just like all the others!" Shyren shouted angrily at your frozen body, though her voice was so soft it sounded more like a soft whisper at this point. "Alright then, human, if you don't have anything to say about my singing, maybe you'll have something to say about this!"

Shyren reached forward and tore off your pants, exposing the hardy pike to the world before she began to commit cannibalism - which is to say that she moved her head back and forth. You could feel her melodious vocal cords create a low hum as she blew you, vibrating your cock and paralyzing your body even more than it already was.

Your cock just kept getting hard, however, and even began to pulse inside Shyren's mouth as it reached its peak. You could feel her tongue lap at your tip as you leaked some precum into her mouth.

"Tsk… you might not like my music, but you sure seem to like my mouth!" Shyren growled angrily (yet quietly) as she removed her mouth from your dick for a few moments. "Is that all it's good for? Pleasing perverted humans like you? Should I just give up my singing career to focus on sucking off people like you?"

You tried to tell her 'no', or at the very least communicate that sentiment through the universally recognized sign of turning your head from side to side, but neither option was available to you while you couldn't move.

Shyren stared up at you as she awaited her response, a small tear forming in the duct of her right eye as she was met with nothing but silence and the beating of your heart.

"Fine… maybe I'll never be a singer… but you're not going to be anything after I'm through with you!"

The fish woman then plunged your dick back into her throat, thrusting it in and out wildly as she sucked with all her might. Her pace was unbroken as she slammed your groin into her face over and over again, like some kind of sex-crazed metronome. She was also very good at controlling her breathing, to the point where you wondered if she played the flute - other than the skin flute, of course.

"Mmm, mmm!" Shyren moaned angrily into her dick as her hair and her light-dangly-thing flopped around, obscuring your view of her face even more. You suspected that she was scolding you somehow, hitting you with both sharp and flat jabs about what a horrible human being you were. You couldn't really tell, though, with all that meat clogging her pipe organ at the moment. Still, you had to give her credit for keeping up her steady pace even as she yelled at you - most people would have had to blow-sync in this scenario.

Once she was done quietly shouting into your dick, you felt Shyren suddenly doubled her pace. Your balls slapped into her chin as her throat rhythmically squeezed down around your shaft every time you bottomed-out. The squeezing of her throat was much less a caress than an assault, and every time she squeezed down, you thought that your dick might get cut in half - or at the very least, have a few centimeters taken off its diameter.

If you were able to crane your own neck down to look, you would have seen that her throat was bulging every time she moved her head forward. She didn't seem to care at all about the possibility of you wrecking her vocal chords with your dick. She just seemed dead-set on punishing your prick in the most pleasurable way possible. She eventually started to go so fast that you could hear her start to slobber, and drool began to run down her chin.

Suddenly, Shyren's thrusts came to an abrupt stop with your dick locked down at the back of her throat. Her eyes were closed, deep in thought as your prick sat in the back of her warm, moist throat. You couldn't tell what she was thinking, but the feeling of your cock strangled by pleasure, but completely unable to move was even more torture than when she was fucking her face with it.

After a minute or so of letting your dick simmer in the back of her throat, Shyren slowly pulled herself back and pupped your cock out of her mouth.

"Calm down, Shyren, calm down," she said quietly to herself, as if repeating a mantra she learned in therapy. "Deep breaths… just because you're in the middle of raping someone doesn't mean you have to have an attack. Remember your exercises."

She took a few, deep breaths as one hand undid her bikini top from the front and her other hand slowly stroked your shaft.

"Do re mi fa so la ti do…" Shyren sang calmly to herself as her breathing returned to a normal pace. Your cock reflexively jerked in response to her Shyren calls, but that didn't seem to throw off her breathing exercises at all. "Okay… I just need to remember that, just because others don't appreciate my music doesn't mean that I can't."

With one last, long breath, Shyren brought the tip of your cock to her mouth and slowly slipped it inside. She moved so slowly that you could feel every taste bud on her tongue and every little contour of throat as your dick passed through. Finally, once you were all the way inside, Shyren began to do something you even more surprising than trying to rape you - she started to sing.

Granted, she still couldn't vocalize words with your dick lodged into her mouth, but you could still hear a melody as she bobbed her head up and down. Your prick vibrated in time with her pitch like an erotic tuning fork, allowing your dick to experience her throat at all audible frequencies. You wanted to call it a 'hummer', but that wouldn't do the incredible blowjob she was giving justice. It was more of an 'opera-er' or a 'symphony-er', because every single one of her notes was perfect and refined as they vibrated your cock inside her throat.

As if that wasn't enough, it also almost felt like the notes themselves were caressing your cock somehow as they left Shyren's throat. And when they got past your dick, it felt like the notes were hitting you like taser shots, stunning you again and again and ensuring that you could do nothing but stand there as she raped you with her mouth.

" ," Shyren sang into your dick as she caressed her own breasts, clearly growing aroused as she continued sucking on your snorkel. It didn't take long for one of her extra hands to drift southwards as well, and she was soon fingering herself out in the could tell by the look on her face that she really wanted to moan, but held herself back so she wouldn't interrupt her melody.

Her song continued for several minutes, her mouth seemingly able to suck at the same time she sang, until you felt your balls begin to tighten. When she noticed this, Shyren finally pulled her mouth off and spoke again.

"You're going to finish soon, aren't you?" she asked, right hand gripping your prick as her thumb ran along the top. "Well, don't hold back… have your cock sing with me… we can do a duet together! And once I have your soul… maybe then I'll finally be able to sing well. I mean, I don't know if human souls have that kind of power… but I can still hope."

Your balls pulsed a few time as your cum built up.

"Uh… just so you know… I am still kinda sorry about this," Shyren said, growing meek again at the thought of you dying. "But… there's no going back at this point… I can't take back what I've done… so, let's end this on a high note, shall we?"

And with that, your balls began to unload onto her face as you let out a baritone moan of satisfaction. Your thick cream painted her blue face almost completely white, covering her dangling light in the process. You could barely see it start to grow dim as the world went black and you drifted off into a cadence of silence.

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When you opened your eyes once again, you were surprised to see that you were not immediately staring your rapist in the face like usual. Instead, you were staring her in the back of the head from across the room as she quietly cried into her arms in the corner. You didn't think she had noticed you yet, so you tried at first to sneak your way out of the room this time rather than talking to her.

"Who's there?" Shyren suddenly asked as you accidentally stepped on a pair of unusually loud socks… wait, why does a mercleaner need socks for anyways? "You… look familiar."

Quickly trying to think of an excuse that she might believe, you told her that you were someone who had listened to her perform singing, an excuse you instantly regretted for how shortsighted it was.

"Oh… are you here to finally tell me that my singing sucks?" Shyren asked as she buried herself in her shame. "It's about time someone did that… whenever I go onstage, all anyone ever does is stare in silence…"

You bit your tongue, unsure of what to say next. On the one hand, if you told her that her singing wasn't bad she might sing again, which would likely send you right back to the lost city of Rapelantis. On the other hand, if you told her that she was bad then you would likely crush what was left of her spirit.

Of course, you could just ignore her and leave, but that would be just rude.

You thought for a few moments how you could somehow thread the needle between these two options, avoiding rape while protecting her feelings, and eventually, you came up with a solution - and that, of course, involved the truth.

Placing a hand on Shyren's shoulder, you told her that she wasn't a bad singer. She was actually really good!

"I… I am?" She looked up a you with a hopeful tear forming in her visible eye.

You nodded and said again that her problem wasn't that she was bad… it was that she was good. Too good. So good that anyone who listened to her lost control of themselves, to the point where they could barely think, let alone move. No one has ever told her that her music was good before because they were literally unable to, and people probably avoid her singing so they don't hear it and accidentally fall over or something.

"Wha…" It was amazing how fast a happy tear could shift into a sad tear. "So you're saying that my singing his a health hazard!? Oh no… I guess I'll never be a star then… I should just… just…"

Cutting in quickly before she started cutting into herself, you told her that wasn't the case. Just because her voice was a little dangerous didn't mean that she couldn't be a star. No one is afraid of chefs just because they use dangerous knives, and no one is afraid of gardeners just because they might grow brussel sprouts. You were sure she could have a long career of singing in front of her, even with her hypnotic tones.

"What? Now you're just not making sense." Shyren turned her body more towards you. "Are you making fun of me or something?"

You assured her you weren't, and asked if she had ever heard of a little something called auto-tune.

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And, just like that, you and Shyren were already on the path to fame and fortune. After signing onto the record label "Notable Notes", you released your first album and began touring the underground. You called yourselves Shyren and the Blowfish, a title that slightly confused your audiences, but they soon grew to love the two of you. You played the electric trombone, while Shyren was the main singer of the group. She was so heavily autotuned that her voice was almost unrecognizable, but she didn't care - the praise and cheers of the crowd lifted her spirits even more than the computers lifted her notes. She no longer had to hide from her own life.

You technically had a third member as well - Beaty the drummer - but they were actually just your heart wearing a pair of sunglasses and a drawn-on look of classic drummer uselessness.

Soon, your albums were selling out of every store. Radio stations were begging for interviews and live shows. You played at every venue in the Underground - all ten of them! Soon, you were signing book deals, appearing in movies, even endorsing smelly shoes. And the fans...

Oh god. The fans.

To say that they were rabid would be like describing a planet as massive. They were absolutely obsessed with the two of you - taking pictures whenever they could, going to all your shows, buying all your merch - you even caught a few of them sneaking into your changing rooms to steal your underwear. You had no idea what she planned on doing with them, though - who wears someone else's underwear?

That wasn't to say that the fans were all bad. They were very loyal and surprisingly supportive, even when you started getting experimental with the steam-powered violin in the second album. Some of them even gave you good suggestions, and even gifts! Of course, you had to get them all checked for safety after someone sent you a stale donut - which you didn't even think was possible with monster food, but it sure was disgusting. Your manager, Sans, didn't seem to mind them, though.

And the ones who proved to be the most loyal, the ones you who were the most obsessive of all… they were the ones that you let backstage before and after shows.

Part of you wished you could say that it was so you could sign autographs and kiss babies, but in reality it was so you could sign tits and make babies. Backstage was nothing but a party every hour of every day, even while you were gone. You weren't really sure how they were able to find all that metaphorical coal to feed that semi-metaphorical party train, but you weren't complaining, and neither were your groupies. Within minutes of entering your changing room, your groupies would change you into your birthday suit and throw you straight into groupie group sex. You experimented with so many positions, methods, and techniques that you practically got a PhD in sex. You ended up fucking so many girls that you could have sworn that there was a little bit of yourself in every household in The Underground now.

But, as popular as you were, the fans' love for you paled in comparison to how much they loved Shyren. They wrote fan songs about her, drew fanart about her, and whenever there was a choice between sleeping with you or her, they always chose their true 'blowfish'. They licked her clit, kissed her face, worshiped her arms and legs…

Oh, yeah, Shyren has legs. Turns out that mercleaner body she had was actually her agent, an actual mercleaner who Shyren sat on top of as part of a costume. Shyren herself was really just a well-stacked short-stack. Shyren still wore her agent/costume during her shows as part of her stage persona, so only her most loyal fans knew about it… and the ones who did know absolutely loved it. They ate up the whole 'double life' thing like fans of bad comedies, and that only made them more devoted to her. Needless to say, you were pretty sure that most of the kids that came out of your big tour were hers and not yours.

But then, things started going rough. It started small, with the two of you disagreeing about whether or not to rhyme denim with 'hand him' or 'cretin'. Things only went downhill from there. It happened slowly, but eventually you stopped using the same changing rooms, riding in different limousines. Eventually, you weren't even writing songs together, and found excuses not to show up on stage together.

It all came to a head one day when you found out that Shyren replaced your electric trombone without you asking. She had thought that it would help mend your friendship, but she just didn't understand the kind of love a human can have for their electric trombone. No love runs as deep or as pure as that love. The two/three of you broke up in that instant, ending your promising three-day long career for good.

On your way back through waterfall, though, you came to realize something. All this sex, and music, and fame, was getting to your head. Shyren was one of your best friends, and you let that all go to waste because of some petty jealousy. No friendship should have to end like that.

So you decided to stop chasing the dragon (she was a bit of a cocktease, anyway), and you went back to Shyren's home and found her sitting in the exact same corner where you first met, only this time without her fake lower body.

"What do you want?" Shyren's dangling light was glowing red as she spoke. "Are you here to ruin my retirement too?"

You shook your head and told her that wasn't the case. You knew that you the two of you fought a lot, and that you'll never be able to become a real band again… but you were hoping that you could at least become friends again.

"Friends? After all those things we said about each other?" She crossed her legs while her light began to dim. "It's over between us, you know that… we might as well just move on with our lives already. It would be best for both of us."

Sitting down beside her, you told Shyren that she was probably right. There was no relighting the artistic sparkling electric eel that used to be between you, but that didn't mean you had to keep hating each other. You had different artistic visions, but the same artistic soul! The two of you made beautiful music together, and you couldn't see why you couldn't do that one last time, not as Shyren and the Blowfish, but as… friends.

"I guess not… but, you have to promise me that this isn't just some ruse to get the band back together!" Shyren glanced at you. "Notable Notes plays some dirty tricks sometimes, and I don't want to be manipulated back into their arms."

You crossed your heart - literally - and promised that was not the case. Your music career was leagues behind you at this point. All you cared about was her.

"Hehe…" Shyren chuckled bitterly under her breath. "I never could stay mad at you…"

With that, Shyren turned around fully and kissed you strongly on the lips. In spite of all the orgies you had together, and the fact that she raped you in an alternate timeline, this was the first time your mouths had ever actually met. Her blue lips were cold but not unpleasant as they rubbed against yours. Most people would have had to lean down to kiss Shyren without her fake body, but you were short compared to most monsters too, so you were able to meet face to face easily.

"Mmm… so that's the tongue that made all those groupies scream." Shyren blushed as she pulled away, a short trail of saliva still connecting your mouths. "I must say, it really is quite talented."

You agreed, but added that her tongue was even more talented.

"Oh, stop… you know I'm not really a singer." Shyren blushed a deep blue as you took off her bikini top, revealing her disproportionally large tits to the small audience in her room. "I wouldn't have had a singing career without you."

Your hands now massaging her supple chest, you counted by saying that you wouldn't have had a music career at all if it wasn't for her lyrical talents. She was the one who really wrote the songs, not you. You just bounced suggestions off her.

"Maybe, but I was only matching the lyrics to your melodies." Shyren compliment-countered, her pussy slowly growing wet as you played with her tits even more.

You agreed, but added that you wouldn't have written those melodies if there wasn't a woman as beautiful as her to inspire you.

"Heheh… I just realized… we're arguing again." Shyren Smiled as she pulled a string on her bikini bottoms and they slowly dropped to the floor. "But this time… I don't think it's tearing us apart."

Shyren leaned in to kiss you once gain and pushed you onto your back. You smiled as this filled you with a feeling of nostalgia; when Shyren first had sex with a fan, they were the ones that pushed her back and seduced her. By the end of day three, she was the one seducing them, and her emotional progress has really shown; though, to you, she'd always be your 'Shy'ren.

Once you were on your back, you felt her reach down into your pants and begin to stroke your length. You could tell that her fingers were still soft and delicate, unlike yours, which were hardened form rigorous trombone use. She treated your shaft with even more care than an instrument, however, as her fingers glided over your dick like an angel.

"You know… I don't think I've ever told you this, but… I always kinda wondered what your dick felt like." Shyren's green hands continued to slowly stroke your shaft. "I'd watch it from across the room, or from the bed next to you, and I'd just get the urge to reach out and… touch it."

Smiling, you asked if she was becoming a guppy groupie for you.

"No, I don't think so." She shook her head, the spark between you still doused in an ocean of dispassion. "But… it seemed so… familiar… so much so that I just knew that it would feel good."

Not wanting to give your 'power' away, you told her that you weren't' surprised. Your dangler was so potent that you were practically an angler yourself.

"Hehe… you can be such an ass sometimes, you know?" Shyren laughed a little bit a s she kept stroking. "You're full of hot air, Blowfish, and you know it! All those girls who lined up at the dressing room door every night were for me!"

Rubbing your chin, you verbally recalled that Shyren insisted that they were all there for you the during your first show.

"Yeah… I did, didn't I?" She placed a hand on her face in disbelief. "Boy, someone can sure change in just a few days and a tour, huh?"

You agreed and added that you hoped she changed for the better.

"Believe me, I have." As if to prove her point, she pulled her hand away, climbed up onto your lap, and lined herself up with your prick. "Do you know how many times I had sex before you? Once… and that one time I only ate her out."

She slowly rubbed the tip of your dick against her lower lips, letting you get a good feel as her essense slowly leaked out onto you.

"But after we finally made it big… I was having sex all the time!" Shyren smiled happily as she rubbed against you even harder, her lower lips gripping the very tip of your shaft. "And they wanted to have sex with me too! It was amazing!"

Smirking, you asked why anyone wouldn't want to have sex with her. She was cute, and sexy, her boobs were delightfully squeezable (which you helpfully demonstrated), and you had a feeling her pussy was delightfully fuckable.

"Such flattery~" Shyren said, twisting her hips around. "For a while I was actually worried that they weren't loving me… that they were just loving the auto-tune that hid my voice… but every single one of them was genuine! And if it wasn't for you, that never would have happened… so, I owe you this at least."

And with that, Shyren lowered herself down and impaled herself onto your cock. Naturally, the inside of her snatch was a lot warmer and wetter than her tits were, and you could feel it squeeze and pulse around your dick at various spots, rather than all around you at once.

"So this is it… I finally got to try out your mic stand." You felt Shyren shift around a little as she got used to the sensation. "I've got to say… I don't know what all those girls were singing on about. It's good, but it certainly doesn't to make me want to moan an opera."

Pretending to act wounded, you told her that you were ruined. Once the tabloids got ahold of the information that you were only mildly competent in bed, the press would put you through the wringer harder than a wet Waterfall towel.

"Don't worry, I won't sing on you." Shyren slowly began to move her body up and down, her bumbs massaging every inch of you as your hips thrusted up reflexively into her. "Unless you want me to, of course."

You could feel her thick rear bounce against your groin every time she thrust her body. Your prick was swimming in a sea of pleasure as she slowly built up a rhythm, milking your dick in the same methodical way she had when she first met you. There wasn't any malice or hurry this time, however - she was clearly just having fun, and so were you.

"I can imagine it now… my next, big hit single being about how normal you are at sex. You're like my mediocre muse." Shyren giggled a little as she felt your tip press softly against the back of her shallow cunt. "Tell me, you just what's something that rhymes with 'Just good enough'? 'Must fix a luff'? 'Trust a wooden cuff'?"

You simply told her that you knew she'd figure one out - she always did.

"You've got that right." Shyren leaned down over you, her light dangling in front of your face while her breasts pressed into your chest. "I've always got a light guiding my way… I just didn't see it until I met you."

Her soft lips met yours Shyren increases the pace of her thrusts, her cunt squeezing down extra hard every time you bottomed out. You placed your hands onto Shyren's rear to help her thrust, your fingers sinking into her soft blue skin and kneading her ass as you did so.

"Mmm, yes… I love it when people play with my turntables!" Shyren's body shivered and sent vibrations through your dick as you fondled her. "Maybe you're not as okay at this as I thought…"

Doing your best to match your pace with hers, you told her that you always knew you were more than just a pretty face.

"Yeah… you were my friend." Shyren grunted, your bodies now moving in perfect sync. "And my partner… and a sexy one at that!"

In spite of the fact that she called you 'mediocre', Shyren was moaning now as you fucked her and was clearly enjoying it. You weren't one to gloat, though - you left that kind of music to other artists. You just enjoyed what you had to the best extent you could. After all, sometimes the simplest tunes were the most uplifting.

"Well… I think I'm getting close to my crescendo… do you think you can add a little cannon blast… to top things off?" Shyren was sweating heavily now, her delightful moans filling the air of her home as you both got closer to finishing. You could feel her pussy lips twitch against your sack every time that they collided, so you knew she wasn't singing fables when she told you she was going to cum soon.

You admitted that you had never covered Tchaikovsky before, but you were more than willing to try as long as you got to cover her womb as well.

"That's fine with me! Give me all that you've got!" Shyren wrapped her arms and legs around you as her body suddenly convulsed, and her snatch squeezing your dick harder than a merch booth squeezes fans for G. You began to unload yourself inside her shortly afterwards, flooding her just like one of your fans backstage at a concert - with one key difference.

This sperm was full of love.

"Not the most poetic line I've ever heard, but I still think it was sweet~" Shyren said as she laid on your body. "It's a shame that this will be the last time… but you can come by to visit whenever you want."

You thanked her and told her you appreciated it. Then, noticing the sign mentioning treasure that was nearby, you asked her what that thing's deal was.

"Oh, that?" Shyren asked. "Undyne hid some legendary treasure there. It's supposed to be really hard to get to or something, but you can try to take it if you want. And don't worry, no actual monsters are guarding it."

You considered for a moment that you were a bit indebted to your record company for ending your contract early and decided that you might as well give it a shot. Besides, when has money and treasure ever done anything besides bring good?

You walked into the small room past the sign and found… a writing desk and a piano with the word 'puzzle' carved on the front. It looked more like Shyren's study than a room containing a legendary treasure, and you couldn't find it no matter how hard you tried.

Your get-rich-quick scheme already swirling down the toilet, you left Shyren's home and continued on down the path past it - the first time you had ever done so without a limo or a crowd of adoring fans mobbing you the whole way. With nothing to obscure your view, you finally noticed that there was actually something on the ground in this part of the cave.

It was a grey, stone statue that looked like a demon - and not a sexy monster girl demon like you might expect in The Underground. Instead, it looked like a 'real' demon - with horns, and claws, and jagged teeth, and an ugly face that you could just barely see behind its arms. It was sitting on the ground in the fetal position, limbs hiding its face from the world as water dripped down from the ceiling onto its head.

You poked the statue a few times and tried to speak with it to make sure that it was not actually alive. Its lack of response combined with the barcode hidden on its back convinced you that it wasn't aware of poking - and yet, you still couldn't help but feel sorry for it. There was nothing you could do for it, though, so you just kept on walking.

You could hear the sound of rain fill the air as you walked, and you soon could see it pouring down in the cave ahead. Thankfully, there was a convenient umbrella-sharing box nearby that provided more than enough umbrellas for you to use to shield yourself from the weather as you went forward. You were quite frankly shocked that there were still umbrellas in the box, however; if this was the human world, they'd all be stolen by the end of the day.

Seeing that such a kind community project could work out in any world filled you with determination, however. This way, anyone could be protected from precarious precipitation. Old people, young people, living people…

… inanimate people…

Reaching into the umbrella box, you stole one of the umbrellas and headed back the way you came. Finding the statue where you left it, you quickly opened your illicit umbrella and tried to concoct a way to permanently levitate the umbrella using nothing but your will, belief, the ration of the earth, and some duct tape. Fortunately, that turned out not be be necessary, as one of the statue's hands had a convenient place for you to slide the umbrella handle into. With that, the drops of water that had been falling from the ceiling hit the umbrella instead of the statue and rolled off harmlessly onto the surrounding ground.

Why did you do that? Did you really think something that doesn't feel emotion deserves pity? It won't ever return your kindness or thank you for what you've done. A gust of wind, or the passage of time, or whoever owns that community umbrella bin was going to remove it eventually. Basically, all you've done is litter to satisfy your already-oversized conscience.

You weren't sure how to respond to that. You shrugged and guessed that you were just a weird person.

You would have finally left the statue alone, but you noticed something odd about the sound the drops of water made when they dripped off the statue's new umbrella. Instead of just splattering onto the ground softly like you expected them to, the drops instead made what sounded like musical notes that were straight out of a music box. Glancing downwards, you saw now that there were tiny bells gathered around the base of the statue, and they were now playing a song perfectly.

Too perfectly...

After you were done crying for who knows how long, you rushed back the way you came, entering Shyren's house without knocking (though she didn't have a door to knock on) and entering the room with the piano. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and tried your best to recreate the song that still echoed softly throughout the caverns of The Underground. As your finger pressed into the last key of the song, the wall on the far side of the room cracked and began to swing open. You had done it.

"..u.. dio…" You swear you can hear in the distance. But you'd learned by now to let tsunning flowers tsun, and carried on with your efforts.

Barely able to hold back your excitement to find out what this legendary treasure was, you rushed into the newly-revealed room and scoured every corner of it. What you found was truly glorious.

It was orange, and round, and you really weren't sure what it was, but you knew you had to have it! All you had to do pick it up and put it into your pockets, but first you had to clear those pockets of dogs first in order to make room.

Wait, dogs?

Confused, you opened your right pants pocket and saw a familiar white dog staring back at you.

"Yip yip!" The dog said excitedly as it vibrated its paws and gave you a saucy wink.

Then, without warning, the dog jumped out of your pocket, floated over to the legendary treasure, vibrated through it, and flew away with the orange orb presumably still somewhere inside it. You heard some rigamarole in its Barkanese about an acolyte of the pup doing music for some sort of… ColonySwitch?

That was, uh… that was…

Walking back out of the treasure room, you noticed that someone had started playing the piano again since you left. It wasn't the same song that you were playing earlier, but it was still quite nice and much more upbeat.

Glancing over, you saw that it was none other than Shyren's agent, Agent (the g, e, n, and t are all silent).

"Oh, hello there." Agent smiled and waved at you. "I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon. Are you here to get the band back together? How does Beaty feel about it?"

You shook your head and your soul 'no' and told her that the band was still dead forever. Not even a reset could bring back that magic.

"Reset? What are you talking about?" The redhead raised a confused eyebrow. "Well, whatever - it just sucks that we won't get to work together anymore. It was fun traveling The Underground like that."

Lightly jabbing her in the shoulder, you joked that she was just in it for the g.

"Well, that certainly didn't hurt." Agent winked and stuck a tongue out at you. "What I certainly won't miss is having to screen all the fans that wanted in your orgies… that work was too hard and too messy! Plus, I had to deal with the real weirdos while you got all the fun girls…"

Your corrected her - Shyren got all the fun girls.

"Hah, I guess so…" Agent wiped a tear away from her eye and stared nostalgically at Shyren's room down the hall. "I still can't believe what an animal she became out there on the tour circuit. You really managed to bring her out of her shell."

You dismissed what she said and insisted that all you really did was tell her the truth about her singing and supported her. Most of what she did was on her own.

"Yeah… I would have told her a while ago, but I've learned that criticizing your client's music tallent is a pretty good way to get fired, so I just focused on getting her gigs. In retrospect, I would have gotten her a lot more gigs if I told her that sooner… plus she would have been a lot happier." She looked a little ashamed to say that. "So, before you go… I just wanted to thank you for doing all that for her… and for me."

She shimmied her way over to you and took out your dick, sliding it across her smooth, flat chest. You shivered and didn't try to stop her, instead allowing her to give your cock the best tit-job she was capable of.

"I would take my time, but I know your prick probably has a lot of other appearances it wants to make, so I'll be sure to keep this brief," she said right before shoving your cock to the back of her throat. She clearly didn't have as much practice with her throat as Shyren did, but that didn't bother you so much. You made use of her throat all the same, thrusting in and out as hard as you could without making her gag.

"Mmm, mm!" Agent moaned as she looked at her watch, already timing your blowjob out of reflex. She was always so punctual about these things… but you guessed you would not have completed one and a half tours without it.

So, you decided to wrap things up for the impatient woman and grabbed onto the back of her head. You began thrusting so hard into the mercleaner's mouth that it sent spit flying everywhere, and her throat seemed ready to burst at any moment from your sheer size. She didn't seem to mind, though, and kept staring at her watch all the way until you unloaded straight down into her stomach.

"Three minutes… I'd say that was pretty good time," Agent gasped when she was finally able to pull away, cum dripping down her chin. "I'll see you around, Blowfish. Don't be a stranger, okay?"

You nodded since you figured that it would be pretty hard to consider yourself a 'stranger' to her after that.

Blowjob thus finished, you finally went back to the umbrella box, picked one up, opened it, and walked out into the rain. You only made it a few steps before a familiar voice interrupted you, however.

"Yo, dude! How's it been?" The monster kid smiled happily as she walked up behind you. "It's been a few days."

Surprised, you asked her what she was still doing here. Had she really been following Undyne around for days?

"What? No, I went home after a while," she replied. "But it's the weekend, so I'm back now! What about you? Are you back to see her again too?"

You scratched the back of your head and told her that you were actually just passing through - and coming down off the high of a tour with Shyren and the Blowfish.

"Shyren and the Blowfish? You were with them?" she asked. "Pfft, they are so six hours ago! Undyne is forever, though, so seeing her is sure to cheer you up! In fact, I was on my way to her house just now, so if we're lucky we might even get to stare into her windows while she eats!"

Eager to change the subject away from stalking, you asked why she wasn't there now.

"Well… I would, but… it's not like I can exactly carry an umbrella." She motioned to the long arms that she didn't have. "But, now that you're here we can go together!"

You nodded in both agreement and resignation as you began walking beside her through the cavern, making sure to keep your umbrella over both of you as you walked. Your soul felt a little wet as it floated above the umbrella, but it would at the very least keep it out of your friend's view.

"You know, I hear that Undyne is still searching for the human that's wandering somewhere here in The Underground." The Monster kid spoke in whispers even though no one was around to hear you. "She's never going to give up looking of course. If I were that human, I would be soooo worried. I'd probably wet my bed every night - not that I actually wet my bed when I'm worried, though! The point is, she can beat up anyone and anything!"

The rain pittered and pattered onto echo flowers on the side of the path as you walked, and you wondered briefly if they were recording what the monster kid was saying, or if they were just filled with nothing but the sound of endless, depressing rain. You supposed there wasn't much of a difference at this point.

"You know, that flower reminds me of a school project I once had." The monster kid continued to talk happily as she walked, not noticing your frightened mood at all. "We were supposed to take care of a flower to teach us about responsibility or something, and they were even donated by the Queen herself! We had to call her 'Ms. Dreemur', and she talked up gardening as being this super fun thing! But watering it and making sure it got plenty of light… it was sooo boring! So, I thought, 'Hey, wouldn't it be cool if Undyne was here instead?'"

Curious, you asked if she really thought that Undyne would be the perfect person to teach her class responsibility.

"What? No way, she'd be a terrible teacher! That's probably the one thing she isn't awesome at." The monster kid practically skipped as she jumped, sending water everywhere as she splashed down into puddles. "But, she would be able to beat up all the teachers so that way we wouldn't have to learn anything! Wouldn't that be so cool?"

You honestly told her that you'd rather not see anyone get beat up, if possible.

"Well, some people deserve it! Like teachers!" Monster kid slowly stopped skipping and allowed you to catch up with her. "I doubt Undyne would consider teachers bad enough to beat, though. She's way too cool… she only fights people she's sure deserve it!"

Passing through a small tunnel, you and the monster kid found yourselves in the largest area you had been too yet. The cafe was so large here that it was almost like you were outside again, but the cold stone walls in the distance reminded you that you were not.

Also in the distance was something you were not expecting; a city. There were lights, and sky (ceiling?) scrapers, and even a massive castle at the center of it. You assumed, correctly, that this was the capital of The Underground. In spite of what Onion-san told you, it didn't look very busy realized that the city before you was your ultimate goal, that it held the key and the door to your escape back to the surface, but you still couldn't reach it from here. It looked like the city was sitting atop a large cliff, and there was no way you would be able to climb all the way up it.

Neither you, nor the monster kid, noticed that you had both stopped to stare at the city while you walked until more than a minute had passed. While you were looking at it with a concerned, introspective expression on your face, the monster kid looked like someone had just shown her an impressive lava lamp or something.

"That view never gets old…" the monster kid said to herself before she began walking again. "Okay, up ahead is the pier to Undyne's house. They built it as a way to get from the west side of Waterfall to the east without going through the garbage dump. Apparently, the stairs up to it got trashed by some reckless limo driver, so I can't get up to it anymore."

You told her that was a real shame, but she also needed to consider that it is very hard to drive straight when eating fish.

"Uh, if you say so." The two of you came to a stop at the spot where the stairs and been destroyed and the rain started to peter out. There was another community umbrella box nearby, to which you decided to finally return your umbrella. You figured stealing one was enough for one day.

"Say… you really want to see Undyne too, don't you?" The monster kid looked deeply into your eyes as she spoke, and you nervously nodded in response. "Well, I've already seen her twice over the last few days, so why don't I help you up onto the ledge so you can meet her? Don't worry, I'm sure I'll find another way around."

She then got onto her hands and knees to over you a step up to grab onto the ledge - or she would have, if she had hands that could hold her. Instead, she ended up falling face-flat onto the dirt and then pretended that she totally meant to do that.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" She spoke with her mouth half-full of soil. "Hop on!"

You did so, hopping off her raised rear onto the cliff above with your soul following closely behind and out of sight.

"Alright! Good luck up there!" The monster kid then tried to run off to look for her alternate route, but fell onto her face again after only a few steps. That didn't stop her determination, however, which was at least partly inspiring. As long as it didn't kill her, that is.

Sighing, you turned around to continue your quest for the surface.

The 'pier', it turned out, actually was surprisingly complex. There were twists, turns, multiple layers, and it was actually pretty hard to wrap your head around. Not to mention, you were so far up that looking down almost gave you vertigo - though, that would have been preferable to what you got instead.

What you ended up getting was a glowing blue spear slamming up out of the wood and nearly impaling you and/or your soul. Gasping and falling backwards, you looked down between the cracks and saw a familiar eye-glint staring back at you. It was Undyne.

Picking yourself up as fast as you could, you broke into the fast sprint that your feet could break into without setting off a home security system. Despite her heavy armor, Undyne easily kept pace and kept stabbing up at you. Splinters were sent flying everywhere as she kept trying to get at your wood, but you wouldn't let her get at it. That was one tree you would rather she didn't cut down.

Your felt your lungs strain themselves as you struggled to stay ahead of her, and it was becoming harder and harder by the second. It certainly didn't help that the pier was wet too, which made it all the more likely that you would trip and fall into the waiting arms of the knight below you.

Eventually, it seemed like you had a lucky break; the pier appiered to finally be ending. The only downside was that it was not ending on the ground - it was ending over fifty feet in the air.

You tried to turn around and find another way, but another spear jutting out of wood put a stop to that very quickly. Before you could try and go around it, you heard the pier give a loud snapping noise as the section you were standing on detached from the rest of the platform. You tried to jump off, but by then there was nothing to jump off from - the wood beneath your feet had already drifted away.

So, there was nothing you could do but scream.

And call for help.

But nobody came… well, except for me, of course.

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A/N: Hey guys, sorry this came out late. It's just that I'm a lazy f- I mean, I have college. So I hope that you'll be satisfied with just the Pacifist version for now. Don't worry, the No Mercy version is coming next, it's just that I had to suffer the consequences of putting in too many characters in one segment. I hope you guys understa-

s/n: hey, kid.

A/N: Eh? What is it, Sans?

s/n: Aren't you gonna tell everyone the big news?

A/N: Oh yeah, you're right! UNDERTALE is coming to the Nintendo Switch… eventually!

Al/N: Wait, didn't they say that Game Maker Studio wasn't supported on the Switch?!

A/N: I guess that explains the "Eventually" part. But hey, UNDERTALE's becoming more mainstream; that's gotta count for something.

s/n: and on that note… *takes off mask* I'm Ness.

A/N: Huh, no kidding… *also takes off mask* I'm Ninten. Anyways, I'll see you guys later for the next No Mercy ending.