Aside from the ever obnoxious cybernetic shenanigans from the Queen, alongside an equally bewildering battle in homeownership against Rouxls Kaard, it really was quite the pleasant swan ride, thought Ralsei.
As enjoyable as the acid bath Odessey was, however, no small part of the petite goat's enjoyment towards it was due to his companion on said swan's maiden voyage. A perpetually stoic(and stunningly handsome, not that Ralsei would ever admit this out loud) blue-skinned lightner by the name of Kris, whom the darkner prince had more than eagerly became fast friends with on their quest to seal the fountains.
The snow-furred young man truly relished in the blissfulness of having friends for the first time, especially one as wonderful as Kris. While he wasn't nearly as talkative as Ralsei had hoped when first meeting his future bestie, his actions more than made up for his silence. He was everything he had hoped for and more.
The way he acted so heroically in battle, how selfless he was in protecting his friends, how he made sure never to harm another when he could help instead. It really was no surprise the horned lad had come to admire his friend so much after such kindness he's shown to people so willing to hurt him.
Almost as equally unsurprising were the feelings of romantic inclination the smaller male had developed towards his friend.
It was bound to happen, honestly. Stick a lonely, hormonal, and far too overly emotional teen like the prince together with someone as attractive physically and appealing personality-wise like Kris, and it's only natural that the darkner's heart would be stolen by the azure-toned young man.
The almost romantic swan ride alone with him, seated so close, certainly didn't help in calming the quickness of the prince's heart rate, much less the modest-sized tent being pitched underneath his robes that he desperately hoped Kris wouldn't notice.
His current focus on the blood rapidly rushing towards two very different parts of his body had to be put on hold, thankfully. The prince had just noticed a camera marooned on a small patch of land amidst the sea of acid. Hopefully the perfect distraction from his current bout of spontaneous boner popping and the ever-increasing awkward silence between him and his friend/crush.
"O-oh, there's a camera!" Should we, um...pose!?" stammered out the blushing boy as he stealthily tried to adjust the front of his robe to obscure his still growing arousal. Hopefully his immodest four-inch erection wouldn't be too noticeable in the picture. Having a photo of his alone time with Kris would mean the world to the goat boy, even if he was probably(absolutely) just going to use it as fap fuel for later.
Future fantasies of self-indulgent five-fingered love were quickly cut short by the feeling of strong, welcoming arms wrapping themselves around the prince's short frame. The goat could barely muster out a sheepish peep once his brain finally caught up with the rest of his body and he realized what was happening.
Kris was hugging him, and it was exactly as he had dreamed. Or, well, it would be, were it not for the raging erection he was certain Kris could feel against brushing against his thigh.
It was honestly amazing that a person could both wish for a moment to never end while simultaneously wanting to commit immediate suicide via refreshing swim through acid. Kris was so, so, so close to him. He could feel his moss-scented breath against his skin as the blue-tinted hero hugged him ever so closely. How fulfilling it felt to be cradled like a loved one against his skin. How fucking horrendous it was to ruin what should be one of the best moments of his life by sprouting a rager from something as platonic as your friend giving you a warm hug.
A million and one thoughts raced through Ralsei's brain as he tried to think of a way to talk his way out of this mortifying situation while keeping his still blossoming friendship with Kris intact, but nothing came to the unbearably embarrassed boy's mind. He could do nothing but stand there, shaking and stewing in his shame as a flurry of pink smeared itself across his white-covered cheeks.
Mear moments crawled on for what felt like an eternity for the fuzzy boy as he waited on his friend's reaction. For the dark-haired teen to push him away as he deserved, to go back to his life as a friendless loser where he belonged so that he'd never bother anyone as nice as Kris ever again with his inappropriate presence and actions.
But that didn't happen. What did happen was the feeling of a firm hand grazing, and then roughly grasping onto the fluffy boy's right buttcheek, and then another doing the same to his left-sided globe of prodigious girth.
"K... Kris!?" exclaimed the bodaciously bootied darkner royalty in sheer disbelief at what was happening. The prince pulled his head backward and stared at the bluenette, hoping for some kind of answer to the question his hands were making, but there was none. Kris held his ever-present and emotionally vacant thousand-yard stare the same as he always did, even as his fingers dug into the soft, supple, and deliriously fuzzy flesh of the goat's bountiful backside.
Confusion collided with mind-numbing arousal as Ralsei's sense of moral indignation tussled with his newfound urges courtesy of his first crush. His mind told him to stop Kris from digging his hands so deep into the plush cushion of his derriere, that this was too sudden of a development and that it was wrong to be touched in such a carnal way by a friend, much less another boy, but his body demanded otherwise.
He pushed his spacious rear end backward onto Kris's strong hands and moaned in a soft, velvety tone that sounded unfitting, almost comical coming from such a usually cute and innocent fluffy lad. The prince must have thought the same as quickly afterward he brought a digit upwards and placed it into his mouth to bite on. A makeshift remedy for the potential problem of filling the acid lake with the loud sounds of touch-starved goat moans.
The lightner continued to betray no emotion even as his actions wreaked emotional and mental havoc over the darkner's body. Not a single thought or twitch muddied his visage as he lifted the hem of the goat's robe upwards with one hand and sensually brought down the boy's underwear with the other.
Ralsei's knees felt weaker than they had ever been already, but what little strength remained in his ivory legs escaped him as he felt a foreign object invade his most private of places ever so slowly at first. He practically fell into the other boy's arms, his own around the other boy's broad shoulders, utterly powerless as the sensation of being fingered drained him of his strength and made him feel wonderfully weak and weary. The fluffy bitch boy could barely catch his breath, much less steady himself before he was forced to gasp for air once more. Another moan, louder than the one before, escaped his mouth as the last of his anal purity was assaulted and destroyed by the thick knuckle of Kris's pointer finger. A small surge of sparkly slick pre-cum spewed from the tip of the goat boy's dicklet and stained the bottom of his green robe with a small wet spot.
The prince could do nothing but pant and lean against his invader for support, both physical and mental, as his pucker was probed with sexual intent. Ralsei was tight, almost painfully so, but the royal knew from his secret studies of lightner literature that relaxation was the key in turning a painful experience into a pleasurable one.
He took another breath, this one far deeper than those before, and then breathed out. Kris may not be saying anything, as usual, but he trusted the human, his first friend, even for something as special as this. He wrapped his alabaster-furred arms completely around the taller boy's shoulders and sank his head against the nape of Kris's neck. Ralsei felt safe like this, in the arms of someone he liked(loved), and with another intake of air, he relaxed.
Again, Kris's face showed nothing about what, if anything, was going through his mind as he went spelunking into the prince's backside. Was he enjoying the act of finger banging the prince of the Dark World like some cheap tart in a skeezy bar? Did he reciprocate the royal's feeling of homo-erotic adoration and sexual elation? One could assume the latter was true at the very least, considering the human had just slipped in not one, but two more digits into the pink-eyed cutie's third pink eye.
An obscene "squelching" sound surrounded the small space the pair shared, accented by the occasional pant, moan, or desperate gasp of air the prince of darkness ushered out as he was used as an all-natural glove of love by the stoically dominant human male. The interior bitch-button that was his prostate was downright bullied by Kris's impressively abusive digits. The rigid inner egg continuously poked and prodded in the most exquisite of ways, forcing the cutest of signs of verbal adulation out of the prince's mouth. His tongue sticking out lewdly as his newfound lover's name ran away from his lips as his watery slime did the same from his drippy boyhood.
Alas, the dexterous ménage à trois happening inside of Ralsei's mountain-sized donk of darkness was simply too much for the inexperienced lad to withstand for very long. The ever-encroaching haymaker that was his first anal orgasm was careening towards him like a [Big Shot] of piping hot love, and the prince was not ready for it.
With one final, decisive Act of Mercy, Kris pressed against the monster boy's pleasure spot, and then the flood came.
A roar bellowed out of the boy's throat. A harsh, loud, almost guttural scream that was completely unfitting to the body which made it. The contents of the prince's gonads splattered and smeared against his green robes in the same instance a bright, white flash blasts across the two. A wet spot as large as a CD and just as shiny covered the bottom half of the fabric completely. Even more sludge-like liquid continues to limply drip out of the fuzzy teen's still twitching member. Its already minuscule length shrinking to an adorable size as it continued to belch out string after string of goat milk onto the floor and into his robes.
Ralsei can't help himself, not that he would if he could. He collapses completely onto Kris's shoulders. He's aware of his surroundings still, but far too weak to do anything but bathe in the afterglow of his first true orgasm.
"D... did it r-really take a picture of that? He asks meekly more to himself than to Kris, who's still as emotionally unresponsive as ever, though Ralsei notices he doesn't break away from the hug he's giving him. He'll decide what to do with an image like that after what's left of his brain and self-consciousness is done leaking out of his dick hole.
"ART THOU JUST GOING TO LEAVETH ME HERE!?" yelled a half-petrified Rouxls Kaard from barely a quarter down the acid lake. Another wave of crimson paints the darkner's face at hearing that. They did just do that in public, didn't they?
It burns even brighter still at the next line of "THOU AREN'T EVEN GOING TO SHOWETH ME THE PICTURE!?".