I could tell that Frisk would be leaving the RUINS soon, so I felt that it would be best for me and Clara to clear out before the fire started flying. All it took was a little fandom magic, as I've grown accustomed to calling it, to get our clothing prepared for the winter weather of Snowdin forest. We spoke to Sans, but we didn't stick around very much, just rushed through to get passed it.

"Another human, one who can reset, will be through here later. Don't worry, they're on true pacifist." I whispered to Sans while Clara tried to explain to Papyrus why there was no possible way to capture someone politely. Sans didn't show any visible response, but nodded, "Thanks kid."

I nodded, "Mind if we stop by you and Papyrus' house later~?" I asked with a grin. Sans chuckled, "Sure. Make it through the forest, and I'll make sure it was worth the trouble."

I may have made a few slight adjustments to the world, but it's not like I was full on brain-washing anyone. I mean, not directly. Anywho, we kept going and began walking through the snow. I grinned when I saw the sign that read 'Absolutely no Moving!' and immediately froze without telling Clara why. "What are you doing?" She asked as she walked forward, freezing when Doggo rose from his station.

The battle began. I was surprised Clara hadn't started swearing at me, but I was even more surprised by the sight that followed. Clara stared at Doggo wide-eyed for several seconds. I have no idea what button she hit, but when she stripped naked and jumped on Doggo, I thought she had hit the wrong one until she started kissing him happily, removing his own clothing.

Doggo seemed surprised by the human undressing and then rubbing his member to hardness, and then beginning to ride him, but he was by no means upset, moaning happily. I recall several occasions before we entered the fandom-verse were Clara mocked me at school for being a furry. Keeping the tab to the furry sight open on my phone was probably a bad move on my part, but she still taunted me with the phrase, 'You're a fucking furry!' in singsong. If those times ever came up again, I was going to either bring this up, or smack the hell out of her.

I couldn't look away. And not just because I'm a pervert, which I am, but because of how incredible/fascinating the sight was. And Clara's loud moans and voice ringing out through the void of blackness in the battle screen just made it more so. "Oh yes! oh YES! More~! Good boy! Harder, harder~! Good dog, good dog~!"

I timed it. It went on for three full fucking hours. I would have gotten boring if they hadn't changed position so many times. I counted twelve different positions they cycled through several different times. I took out my phone and recorded about an hour of it for future viewing purposes. Around hour two I remembered something I needed to do, if for no other reason than to earn my way back to HOME, and I teleported out of the battle screen.

I appeared in a large spider web. "Not here to stomp on you," I said immediately. Thankfully Mettaton hadn't paid her yet, so Muffet was less ready to kill me than she usually would have been. "You've got a secret admirer." I told her, giving her True's phone number and picture. True should be able to receive a call through the fandom-verse, and if he can't, at least I tried. Muffet agreed to give him a call, and I headed back to Clara and Doggo.

The fight screen was down, and Doggo was now just fucking her on top of his station counter, neither seeming the least bit slowed down by the cold. When they finally tired each other out, Clara turned to me with puppy-dog eyes. I sighed, "Oh fine." I snapped my fingers, making a copy of Doggo, and sending the original through the fandom-verse back to the home base. He'd appear back in her room with all her pokemon.

"Thank you." Clara said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. I know it was most likely just because of all the chemicals going through her system at the time, but fuck it, my whole body heated up. Needing some fun, fast, I picked Clara up bridal style and teleported at full power to Snowdin.