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.

30. Chapter 29

Pacifist

The room on the other side of the formerly locked door was eerily dark, but that was to be expected. At this point, if you were about to fight a boss and things weren't spookily lit, you'd be more surprised. Even Papyrus, of all people, got mood lighting with the foggy snow storm.

The room itself was relatively barren and square, with black walls and a black floor, save for some cameras and lights pointing down from up above, with Mettaton herself waiting eagerly in the center of the room. Though she didn't have a face, you could tell that she was a lot calmer than the last time you saw her - there weren't even any lights flashing on her face or error messages on any of her readouts, like there had been before.

"Oh yes! There you are, Darling. It's good to see that you've finally arrived," Mettaton greeted, tactfully leaving out the fact that she tried to delay you as much as possible. "It's finally time to have our little showdown, where the brave, innocent human finally stops the rampage of the rampaging, malfunctioning robot… or at least, that was the script. But I think it's time for a rewrite!"

To illustrate this, Mettaton took out a script and ate it, spitting out the shredded remains onto the floor.

"Malfunction? Reprogramming? As if! To think that I put up with that charade for so long!" Mettaton waved her hand melodramatically and leaned over to rest herself on your shoulder. "The things a star will do for top billing in a project, am I right?"

You brushed the hand away and told Mettaton that you aren't going to fall for that trick. She was clearly just trying to get you to lower your guard so she could get you into yet another overelaborate death trap and-

"Oh, cut it out already! You can't really tell me you haven't figured things out by now." Mettaton wheeled herself back to the center of the room and stared you in the eye. "Haven't you noticed how off things were? How Alphys always seemed to have the solution for your problems, even if her timing wasn't always the best? How you always miraculously get past all my traps just in the nick of time? Almost as if she knew what was going to happen, and when..."

Well, to be honest, you did notice that Alphys was acting pretty suspicious, but then a lot of things in the Underground were strange. Just because things were a little weird like that didn't mean she planned it all out… right?

"Au contraire… it does," Mettaton countered in a pixelated French accent. "I do appreciate that you think my acting abilities are that convincing, but I'm afraid air time is money, so I'll spell things out for you. Alphys is the one who reactivated all the puzzles, deactivated the CORE elevator, and got me, the 'human raping robot', to help her put on a show for you.

"You see, just like she said, Alphys has been watching your journey ever since you left the Ruins. As she watched you, she grew attached to you and your adventure, and she desperately wanted to be a part of it," Mettaton explained. There was no levity to her robotic voice this time; it was clear that she was just plainly stating the facts. "So, she decided to insert herself into the story. All so you two could become friends, and you'd think she was a great person. But she's not."

You bit your lower lip and tried desperately to find some kind of hole in Mettaton's story, but… even you had to admit that you were only doing that because you wanted to avoid the glaringly obvious truth. In reality, you had suspected that things were fake a while ago, but something made you want to keep playing along regardless… but what?

Looking back, you remembered all the time you spent with Alphys. How she spoke with you, upgraded your phone, talked about her hobbies, being so supportive of you… even if she was manipulating you, you couldn't truly be angry at Alphys. She was just lonely and, well, there wasn't anything wrong with wanting to be important or have a friend, right?

"Yes, I suppose not - but there is something wrong with needlessly stringing people along for your own amusement, isn't there?" Mettaton countered. "But I do admit that I can't hold it against Alphys too much either, though - after all, it did lead to this glorious moment; my big chance to become a star!

"Originally the plan was to get to this point, fight you for a little bit, and then Alphys would rush in to 'deactive' me and save you once and for all. You'd love her so much that she might even be able to convince you not to leave for the surface." The doors behind you suddenly slammed shut. "But as any good screenwriter knows, when things are too predictable, they get boring fast."

"H-hey, what's going on?" You heard Alphys shout through the door behind you "Mettaton! Let me in! I-I just got here from the lab! What's going on? What's wrong?!"

"Ignore her - she's been written out of the script now," Mettaton boasted. You took a step back in apprehension. "Oh, don't look so scared, darling! The truth is, I've never hated or wanted to destroy humanity. Quite the opposite, actually. No, I'm just an entertainer, striving to give our audience a good time. And if this is the climax of our story, then they deserve a real spectacle, do they not? Well don't worry, everyone! I promise to give you an ending that will drive you wild!"

Mettaton's face lit up again and the room seemed to go white for a moment as the lights up above all turned on at once. As if that wasn't disorienting enough, you abruptly felt yourself lurch forward as the ground of the room began to rise up into the air, forming a high-rise grand stage.

"You see, human, I am going to take your soul and head to the surface world, but not to destroy it - to live in it! And experience it!" Mettaton declared as dramatic electronic music began to play and white fog drifted onto the still-rising stage. "Which means that now, I don't have to hold anything back from you! That's right; no more special effects, acting, or last-minute saves! From now on, it's going to be real chills, real thrills, real rape, real domination! It's time we give the Underground the money-shot it's been waiting for!"

You lurched forward again as the stage finally came to a stop and holes began to open in the walls around you, revealing several menacing-looking pink dildos, all aimed directly toward you.

"Now, get ready to dance, because it's finally…" Mettaton took out a microphone and turned exuberantly toward the nearest camera. "Showtime!"

The attacks from the dildos came shortly after the announcement, the long, pointy ends aiming straight toward your soul, your mouth, and your rear. Some of them seemed to be attached to long, dextrous metal tendrils, while others seemed to have rockets attached to their ends that let them zip through the air so fast you could barely see them. You managed to dodge out of the way of the first volley, but it was quite close - you honestly weren't expecting her to try penetrating you like this.

"Lovely moves, darling! I must say, I think you might have what it takes to be a professional dancer," Mettaton mocked as you kept dodging, forced to pirouette and jump to avoid being skewered from one end or the other. "Though, I won't lie to you and say that you have a long career ahead of you, but I'm sure someone out there will find you inspiring."

You weren't sure if she was egging you on to make you mess up or if she was just playing, but you kept going regardless. It was a little hard at first, but thankfully her attacks came in time with the music that was playing, so they were easy to predict.

But, on the other hand, you were already starting to sweat, and you knew that you couldn't keep this up forever. So, you took out your cell phone and activated that special ability Alphys gave you earlier, turning your soul yellow and allowing it to shoot energy towards Mettaton's metal body - only for each shot to bounce harmlessly off her hull.

"Sorry, but I'm afraid that won't do you much good here," Mettaton said as several mini-Mettatons came out to sweep your shots away to be composted. "Even if your shots are magic, it only affects souls, and my body is made of cold, hard, pure metal! Not the best for lounging, but I have no complaints about the durability~"

Frustrated, you tried to shoot the cameras instead to see if maybe that would distract her, but that seemed to have even less of an effect.

"Of course, the only thing I value more than my own body is my ability to show it off," Mettaton explained. "So don't even think about going off the air."

You grunted, frustrated, and asked Mettaton why she was doing all of this. Didn't she just say that she wasn't malfunctioning? And that she didn't hate humans? Why would she care if you left the Underground or not?

"That's simple, darling; because to leave, you'll have to go through Asgore," she explained, her voice surprisingly audible over the sound of flying dildos. "And if you fight Asgore, you will lose. I've seen the way you fight, and you've only ever beaten someone using the power of love, or through some clever trick, but trust me… none of that will work on her. You'll be doomed from the second you walk into her throne room. And if she steals your soul, she'll finally have the power to go to the surface and destroy humanity, which means that for mankind to survive… you have to die here."

That… actually was kind of a reasonable explanation. Of course, you weren't about to let that spoil your determination, but you weren't going to tell her about your reset abilities either. So instead, you asked how her raping you would be any better. After all, even if she did stop you from fighting Asgore this way, Asgore could still always just steal your soul from her, right?

"Correct, but that's only true if I were to stay down here with the monsters," she countered. "But the instant I get my clamps on your soul, I plan on leaving for the surface world right away! There, I can finally do what I've always meant to do - entertain humans!" As she spoke, several posters for movies starring Mettaton appeared on TV screens behind the robot. "Instead of mere ones or tens of viewers, I'll have hundreds, or even thousands! The glitz, the glamor, my name in lights all across the globe! I'll finally have it all!

Yeah, she will. And all it'll cost is you getting fucked in the ass, right?

"What can I say? That's showbiz baby!" she replied.

You groaned and kept dodging as you realized that talking wasn't going to be an option this time. She wasn't a scared and confused monster put up to this by societal pressure, or someone trying to achieve a goal - this was premeditated, cold, and quite literally calculated. Perhaps if you kept this up long enough, you could gather up enough sweat into your clothes that you could squeeze it out onto Mettaton and cause her to short-circuit and-

Your terrible planning was suddenly interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing. Hoping that it was Undyne announcing that she was coming to save the day, you answered it, only for someone even scalier to answer instead.

"H-hey, human! I know this might not be the best time, and you don't really have much reason to trust me, but… you can't give up yet! You have to keep fighting," Alphys explained, her voice speaking desperately fast. "Mettaton might seem tough, but she has one weakness. N-now, you'll need to understand that what you're about to see is kind of a work in progress, but… there's a reason why Mettaton always faces toward you and the cameras."

Oh dear. That would be an odd feature to put on a robot, but you supposed you could try and aim one of the dildo rockets there…

"What? N-no, it's not that! It's a switch!" Alphys explained. "Flip it, and Mettaton should be vulnerable after that! You'll see what I mean!"

"Hey, don't you know that it's rude to have your phone out during a feature presentation?" Mettaton suddenly interjected, slapping your phone away. "Even if you're part of the presentation, that is no excuse!"

Thinking on your feet, you told Mettaton that you were sorry, but it looked like she accidentally messed up her sheen with that last move. Her face wasn't nearly as shiny as it was a moment ago.

"Huh? It's not?" A mirror suddenly lowered into the room from the ceiling and Mettaton turned around to look at it. As she did, you could see that she did indeed have a rather massive switch sitting there on her back labeled 'Do not Touch'. "Let me just get the buffer out, and I'll have it fixed right aw-"

Before she could even finish that sentence, you sprinted up behind Mettaton and threw her switch as hard as you could, causing a loud click to echo through the room. Then, the whole place went silent as the music died down and the dildos stopped launching, and for a moment you were hopeful that you managed to shut Mettaton down. But then, she began speaking once more.

"Did you just flip… my switch?" Mettaton asked. "Oh, you naughty, naughty human."

Suddenly, Mettaton turned back around and began grasping her face, shaking violently as she did so. As time went on, the shaking just kept growing more and more violent, as if she was a malfunctioning water heater about to blast itself off to space. Sensing something very bad was about to happen, you covered your eyes and shielded yourself with your hands, so you didn't witness what actually happened next. Instead of an explosion, though, all you heard was the sound of shifting metal and several clangs. When you finally gathered the courage to peek again, Mettaton was nowhere to be seen, and the room had been flooded with a strange mist.

"Oh my… so you actually went ahead and flipped my switch. How bold of you," you heard a voice echo through the mist and the darkness. "I'm impressed! I suppose you must have started to become desperate."

You took a step back, nervous and a little confused. The voice you heard was similar to Mettaton's, and it would make sense that it was hers, but it was somehow different from before. It was more expressive, human-like, and deeper. And then, you saw some sort of human-shaped figure approaching you through the mist, metal heels clanking against the stage as it walked.

"Desperate to finally see my new body, that is; the real me!" the figure declared, inching closer to you. "Normally I'd be annoyed by such rudeness, but fortunately for you I've been aching to show this off for some time now. So, instead of punishing you, I'm going to give you a handsome reward. Now, instead of just being destroyed, I am going to make your doom… absolutely fabulous!"

Finally, some fans appeared behind you and blew away all the mist at once, revealing who was now standing in front of you. It was Mettaton, you think, but now instead of basically being a giant metal cereal box on a wheel, she looked like a rather dashing human man with dark black hair that covered their right eye, a right pink shirt with massive black shoulder pads and a speaker on the left side, a large black belt with a pink heart in the middle of it, tight black pants, and tall pink high-heeled boots. You were stunned, as for the first time, Mettaton looked like the star she - no, he now, you think - always claimed to be.

Of course, still being Mettaton, he took the time to pose extravagantly for the cameras, so you and the viewers had plenty of opportunities to look at this body from every angle. And the viewers apparently quite liked what they saw, since there seemed to be a sudden surge in viewership. And you knew there was a sudden surge because Mettaton was so proud of this fact that he brought out a large electronic ratings chart, showing that viewership was hovering at about 1,500 monsters - a big step up from the two dozen or so from before, though he didn't seem to notice that.

"Now everyone, get your MTT brand snacks ready, because it's… showtime!" Mettaton declared, a confident finger pointed up towards the unseen sky as the overhead lights began to flash different colors.

Realizing that 'showtime' probably meant the same thing to the new Mettaton as the old one, you tensed up and got ready to doge another barrage of dildo rockets. However, instead of facing another salvo, a small round hole opened up directly underneath you instead. You and your soul barely had enough time to dodge out of the way before a long pink cock shot straight up into the air and nearly impaled you.

"Aw, what's the matter, dearie? Still feeling a bit of stage fright even after flipping my switch?" Mettaton asked teasingly. "How unfortunate… don't you want to give the audience what they want? They're here for a show, and they're going to be awfully disappointed if you just dance around the main issue without addressing it, you know."

You considered pointing out you weren't really here for the audience, and even if you were, you honestly hoped that not that many of them really wanted to see you get raped, but then you stopped yourself. You finally realized the reason that you were able to dodge all of Mettaton's attacks so far; he didn't finish you off right away because that would make for terrible television. He had an audience to thrill, a heroic story to tell, and no doubt dozens of commercials to get paid for.

Which meant that the longer you could keep the show going, the longer your life would be.

So instead of rebutting Mettaton, you grabbed one of the dildo rockets and struck a confident pose, declaring to Mettaton that you would never let anyone with such poor sheen defeat you so easily. And, just like you predicted, not a single attack was launched to interrupt you as you did so.

"Ooooh, poor sheen? What a terrible insult!" Mettaton brought his hand up to his face and detached it, revealing a large pink fan on his wrist that he cooled himself off with. The audience seemed to be eating this drama up, and you could see the viewership numbers climb ever higher behind him. "But I do admit that I could be shinier. I mean, the best part of being a star is the glitz and the glamor that you can share with your audience! So if it's shiny you want, then it's shiny you'll get!"

Mettaton then stepped back as the rockets stopped firing themselves at you and several large devices appeared up out of the floor. At first, you thought that they might have been some kind of laser light show system, but when they activated and several large, buzzing orange and red lasers filled the air, you realized that this system was anything but for show.

One by one, the lasers dipped down and began trying to collide with your soul or your body, your entire being tensing up as you knew that even one hit could spell your doom. It was like the most intense game of limbo/jump rope you'd ever played, and that was saying something considering the tournaments you played in as a kid

You still made sure to stay photogenic throughout all of it, though, keeping yourself facing the camera and having even your most panicked moves look elegant and coordinated, and Mettaton seemed to reward you by sending you slower attacks.

"What's the matter, darling? You're avoiding the spotlight pretty heavily; you're not getting shy, are you?" Mettaton asked mockingly on the other side of the lasers. "Don't worry - I have just the thing for that!"

A moment later and the lasters retreated back into the floor, and for a moment you thought that maybe you earned a moment of reprieve. Instead, the device was swiftly replaced by even more lasers, and when they powered on, there were so many of the colored lights that they formed a massive wall with so many crisscrossing orange and blue lasers that neither standing still nor moving would have helped. As it began to move towards you, you realized that getting through this was completely impossible.

Well, it would have been impossible anyway, if it wasn't for the you-sized hole in the middle of it, but getting through would require you to take a rather 'hilarious' pose to fit through unharmed.

Sucking up your pride, you took the almost ballerina-esque pose and stood still with your heart in front of your chest. To your relief, the lasers passed harmlessly around you, only for you to be confronted by another laser wall immediately afterward - and this time its hole required you to stand on your head.

This was followed by another, and then another, and while you physically survived this without being stunned and raped, what little you had left of your pride was eviserated as you imagined everyone laughing at you at home. At least it seemed to increase the viewership, if nothing else.

"Oh, so you think you're good at posing now too, eh?" Mettaton asked, his chin audibly clinking as he rubbed it. "I'll admit that you have skills in this area too, but no one can defeat a maestro such as me!"

Still acting 'in character', you asked Mettaton if he had any proof. After all, he could talk all he wanted, but it was another thing to walk the walk.

"Hmm, yes! I do believe you have a good point; despite being an amazing, nearly-flawless example of a monster, I'm afraid I can't be trusted to fairly judge my own attributes. Hence the first part of that sentence," he replied. "But fortunately, we have a few lovely, impartial judges with us here today to help us decide!"

Mettaton then snapped his fingers and stepped forward, getting out of the way just in time for the floor behind him to open up and reveal some kind of elevator device. And out of that device rose a three-seated judging panel; in one seat sat the Nice Cream Woman, in another Bratty and Catty, and in the third, one of those viral marketing robots you had passed by earlier in Hotland.

"Woohoo! Go Mettaton!" Catty and Bratty called out together. "Your new body looks sooo hot!"

"And I'm here because I had nothing better to do and Mettaton said he'd pay me," said the bunny girl.

"You're very welcome for that, darling!" Mettaton winked at the bunny girl and blew her a kiss. "Now, are you ready to get started, my raucous rival?"

Your eye twitched at the pure, unbridled 'impartiality' of the judge's panel, but you nonetheless nodded your head and got started. You started with something basic, putting your hands together to form a finger gun and pointing off to some nonspecific spot in the distance. Mettaton, meanwhile, transformed his hand into a real gun and used it to shoot the Nice Cream Woman's cowlick off.

"Yes, very Mettastylish (TM)," the marketing robot said in a robotic tone. "You certainly have my support for that one."

"Yeah, that was… interesting… but maybe a bit too risky," the Nice Cream Woman said, swallowing nervously as she put the remnants of the cowlick in her pocket.

"Hey, Mettaton! Please, can you use our gun too?" Catty spoke up , taking out a revolver and waving it through the air.

"Don't worry it's, like, only been in the dumpster for a little while," said Bratty.

You huffed in frustration, but you refused to give up. This time you decided to put your organic assets to good use, so you turned around and bent over. You slapped your ass at the judges and gave them a playful look, as if inviting them to come play with you.

"Oooh, impressive work!" Mettaton praised, giving you a genuine compliment. "But I'm afraid even your best efforts pale in comparison to what I can do!"

Mettaton then turned around and struck a pose very similar to the one you had just taken. When he moved to slap his ass like you had, you thought for sure you'd just hear the unsatisfying sound of metal hitting metal - instead, his robotic cheeks retracted and were replaced by literal bongos, which he then used to play a shockingly seductive diddy while glancing back at the judges.

"Ooh!" The Nice Cream Woman blushed and looked away. "I'm not sure if that's appropriate for TV, but you certainly earned my vote for that round!" You wondered if she had been bothering to watch the rest of the broadcast.

"Gyaaah! Mettaton, that was so cute!" Catty squeed as she clapped as hard as she could. "Oooh, do you think maybe teach me how to do that later?"

"Me too!" Bratty cheered. "We can, like, be a butt bongo bonanza!"

Yeah, this was going about as well as you thought it would. But, not content to just lie back and take this beating, you pulled out your best, fanciest pose yet by jumping up into the air, landing on one hand, and then placing your other hand on your chin like you were pondering the secrets of the universe.

"Oh? So that's what you're going to pull for your final move? For a moment I was starting to get worried." Mettaton let out an artificial yawn and then attempted to copy the move you had just done. Things seemed to be going well at first, but when he tried to support himself on just one arm for more than a few seconds, the arm began to spark and shake before it suddenly came off in an explosion of electricity and wiring.

"Ewww!" The judges' panel all gasped in unison.

"I, uh, am going to have to deduct a few points for that one," said the Nice Cream woman as she cringed. "I don't think loss-of-limb is cool in any part of the kingdom."

"Error! Flaw in Mettaton detected! Impossible! Mettaflaw is not (TM)! Error! Error!" the robot judge shouted just before its head exploded.

"That's so sad… it's like someone took an axe to the most beautiful painting in the world!" Bratty lamented.

"Don't worry, Mettaton! You can borrow my dad's arm if you want!" Catty called out.

"Heh, do you see? Even in my biggest failures, I still manage to do better than you!" Mettaton said as he pulled himself to his feet, sans one arm. Though he tried to sound confident, you could see some cracks in his bravado starting to form. "I think that perhaps we should take this contest to the next level, however."

Mettaton snapped his robotic fingers again, making a sound not too dissimilar to aluminum foil being wrinkled, and the judge's abruptly disappeared back into the ground from whence it came. A moment later, the panel came back up, only this time it was showcasing a new panel of judges; this time the judges were celebrity singer Shyren, flying school teacher Glyde, and mediocre employee Burgerpanties.

"Hello, everyone! It's so nice to see you all again - especially you, my former costar," Shyren greeted from her tall chair, waving at you happily.

"Oh wow; to think that you were tagging along with my class not that long ago, and now you're here!" said Glyde. "I'm so proud of you, human! Oh, and of course I'm proud of you too, Mettaton; everyone always is!"

"Hello, sir! So good to see you, sir!" Burgerpanties greeted Mettaton with practiced cheerfulness, though you could still see pain through her clenched teeth. "May I say that you are looking extra shiny today, sir!"

"Thank you so much for being here, my impartial friends!" You could hear the gears in Mettaton's back grind as he bowed to the judges. "Now, I hope you're all ready to judge this next important competition… sword fighting!"

The floor then began to part underneath both you and Mettaton, and the next thing you knew you were suddenly standing on top of a long balance beam that had risen up from the ground over a pool of lime gelatin.

"The rules are simple," Mettaton began as two large, purple dildos dropped out of the ceiling and landed in his and your hands. "Whoever falls off into the 'deadly' gelatin (played graciously by some local Moldsmals) first, loses. Any questions?"

Yes, one. Why were there judges here if the competition had such simple rules?

"Oh, they're not here to judge who wins and who loses, darling! They're here to rate you on a score of one to ten on how epic your wipeout is going to be."

"Don't worry, little buddy; I'll be sure to give you at least a 7, for old time's sake," Burgerpanties whispered to you. You just glared before raising your 'rapier' up toward Mettaton.

"Alright then, without further ado… en garde! Show me what you're made of!" Mettaton jumped up into the air, twirled around several times, and then halted his dismount by landing a harsh strike of his dildo on yours. You felt yourself knocked back slightly by his powerful robotic swing, but you still managed to keep your feet planted on the beam.

"What's the matter? Not so tough now that you have a solid opponent to fight, are you human?" Mettaton mocked as he struck his dildo stylishly at you, naturally aiming more for impressing the audience than he was at defeating you. "It must be quite the shock to you to find an opponent that won't bend to your will."

You heard your heart rate increase next to you as you wobbled a bit, but you remembered your strategy and kept a calm look on your face. Striking back at Mettaton, you played up your role as the villain of Mettaton's story by telling him that it didn't matter if he was made out of steel, copper, or even duralumin; you were going to defeat him and make it to the surface one way or another!

"Ah! Such bravado!" Mettaton gasped as the ratings chart climbed ever higher in the background. "You must really have something to be fighting towards! A home to return to? A family waiting for you patiently?"

You nod valiantly in agreement, since those were all… probably still true.

"Alas, that information does not change my course, but I can at least try to make it up to you," Mettaton said, surprisingly elegant when he was holding a dildo so floppy. "How about once I defeat you, I can take your merged soul back to your friends and family members so you can be reunited with them before I become famous? Heck, even if I entertain almost nonstop, I'm sure I could find chances for you to see them regularly."

That… was actually really nice of him to think of. Huh.

"Wow, so selfless! I can't believe Mettaton would offer to do something like that for someone who just insulted him!" Shyren commented as the duel continued.

"Yes, so sweet… if they weren't fighting, it almost makes me think that humans and monsters really could get along!" said Glyde.

"Totally!" Burgerpanties raised her thumb with an arm so stiff you could almost hear it crunch as it moved. "If someone was going to rape and kill me on live television, I know that I'd be honored to have Mettaton be the one to do it!"

You snapped out of your temporary stupor at Burgerpanties's comment. She was right; even if Mettaton probably was the nicest monster who's attacked you yet, you still couldn't let him succeed - that would be too messed up.

So, you steeled your determination and finally struck back at Mettaton, the dildo colliding with his with a loud thwack, followed shortly by the sound of short-circuiting electronics as his last remaining arm snapped right off and fell into the goo below. The robot, who was clearly compensating for his lopsided weight before, promptly fell off the balance beam in the opposite direction, landing with a loud, messy splash.

"Ooooh!" The entire judging panel gasped and shielded their eyes from the jello explosion.

"Oh dear, Mettaton! Are you okay?" Shyren asked, leaning over her judging podium. "You're not seriously injured, are you?"

"Oh dear… I hope not; I can't figure out a mobile phone myself, let alone putting a robot back together!" gasped Glyde.

"Hey, Mettaton, if you die, does that mean I can go on break? I'll take a death-rattle as a 'yes'," Burgerpanties said, staring intently at the jiggling goo.

For a moment, there was silence… then, the jiggling of the goo increased, until finally the Moldsmals of the pool took their human forms and lifted Mettaton up and out of the pit, completely unharmed (except for the arms, obviously).

"Fear not, my dear fans! I may have been knocked down, but I am not out!" he shouted triumphantly. "After all, who needs arms… when you've got legs like these?"

He then struck a series of cool poses for the camera using only his legs and torso, and even you had to admit that they were impressive.

"G-goodness! Such bravery, even in the face of such tragedy and disability… it reminds me a bit of myself before I got big." Shyren blushed and pulled out a large white card with the number 10 written on it. "A ten out of ten performance!"

"Incredible! It fills me with so much… joy to know that you managed to survive an injury that would kill most normal people," Burgerpanties exclaimed, sweating so much that her MTT burger hat resembled a wet sock. "10/10, would watch again!"

"Well, while I'm not sure violence like that sets a good example for children and twenteenagers, picking yourself up again after defeat… definitely worth a ten!" Glyde said, clapping her hands. "Plus, I think you look rather good in lime, Mettaton!"

"Hah! My performance was given another heap of praise to wallow in like a floral-scented bubble bath!" Mettaton declared triumphantly even as live, sparking cables continued to dangle from where his arms once were. "Have you had enough? Will you accept your fate and become one with the most glorious star in all of existence, or will you continue to roll around down here in the dirt?"

You told Mettaton that you knew he was trying to be threatening right now, but you were actually starting to feel a little bit sorry for him now that his arms were gone. Was he really sure he wanted to keep going like this?

"You? Pity me!? I'd tell you to be a comedian, but even the woman I have in my lounge tells better jokes than you!" Mettaton stomped a foot on the ground and caused the judges' table to retreat into the ground once more. "But if you insist on acting this way, then I have no choice but to humiliate you utterly! Now, we will partake in the most sacred, beautiful and competitive of human sports… the wet t-shirt contest!"

Mettaton slammed his foot down again, and the next thing you knew, you were both wearing plain white t-shirts, and the judge's panel had returned with another round of three familiar faces. This time they included Catherine the bunny woman who ran that shop next to the love hospital back in Snowdin, your feathery friend Snowdrake, and that dragon girl with green scales and hair who always seemed to be on the phone.

"What's that? You think dinner is going to freeze over if I don't get back home soon? I'm sorry, but I still can't get anywhere unless the elevators get turned back on!" the dragon girl said into her phone as she absentmindedly played with her long hair with her spare claws. "Huh? What's that about me being on TV? You're going to have to speak up! The music in this TV studio is really loud!"

"Making me work in the same place as my mom? That's cold… ice cold," Snowdrake complained.

"Don't worry, baby; I've got my whole family cheering for you back home! And you know, that's a very big family," Catherine said, her smile just as warm and as welcoming as you remembered it. "And even if things go badly, I'm sure they can find some way to patch you up."

"Alright, now that you've met our lovely judges, it's time to start the competition! I hope you're ready to be blown away, because I eat t-shirts for breakfast," Mettaton said threateningly. "Literally; it's how I reload my built-in t-shirt cannon. Now, on your marks, get set… go!"

At Mettaton's single, two hoses popped down from the ceiling and began spraying you and the robot down. You were taken by surprise but, not wanting to ruin the show, you puffed out your chest and took the water proudly. Sure, your chest wasn't much to look at, but you liked to think that you did the college spring break tradition proud with your performance.

Mettaton, meanwhile, does exactly what you expected him to, and struck all sorts of fabulous poses as the water rained down on him. He stuck out his chest, rotated his torso around 360 degrees, used his synthetic hair to create mini rainbows in the air by deflecting the water, and he showed zero shame as he made the shirt cling to him so tightly you could read the numbers on his chest readouts.

Of course, things ended rather predictably for this competition as the water began to soak the exposed wires in his arms and he began to short-circuit. Bright, yellow sparks flew out in all directions as his body shook, convulsed, smoked, and made all sorts of noises that made it sound like he was a demonic microwave. The light show ended just as suddenly as it started, though, with a loud bang as his legs flew off Mettaton's body and he dropped down onto the ground.

"Ouch… that looked like it had to hurt!" Catherine said, bringing a hand up to her mouth to cover her gasp. "But I will admit, I like your enthusiasm. I'll give you an A for effort, and I'll throw in a plus if you let me do a quick ad for my Cinnamon Bunnies!"

"Yeah, yeah, I still have the briefcase," the dragon girl said into her phone, straightening her business tie on her tight suit. "Huh? You think Mettaton's performance deserves an 8? No, anyone who is willing to lose their limbs for their art deserves at least a 10!"

"I have to say, as much as I hate things that are too hot, I think I'll make an exception to give that sizzling performance a 10 for Mettaton!" said Snowdrake. "Eh? You see? I'm trying out a new direction with hot puns for once? What do you think?" She was met by silence. "Aw, who am I kidding… I don't care about trying to make it on my own in comedy anymore… I just want to see my mom again!"

"Aww, it's okay, darling; I had a feeling this might happen, so she'll be waiting for you in the green room." Mettaton and his torso said comfortingly as they struggled to stay standing. "Thank you so much for coming by, though! And don't forget to get a me-shaped gift bag on your way out!"

Mettaton blinked his eye and the judging chairs once again disappeared into the ground, leaving him alone with you and his severed limbs.

"So… I take it you still haven't taken enough of a beating?" Mettaton said, hopping on the ground to face you. "Such determination! You really must be a glutton for punishment… not that I can blame you! You are, after all, putting on such a great show for our viewers!"

Canned laughter started playing as Mettaton turned to the cameras and attempted to somehow bow without any arms or legs.

"But I'm afraid this show is starting to run long, and I'd hate to cut into Professional Parcheesi's time slot, so it's time that we start the final competition!" Mettaton hopped on his groin to face you. "Now, if there's one thing I've noticed about your adventures in our little kingdom, it's that a lot of your encounters with my fellow monsters end with you having sex with them. I'm not judging you for this, of course; my viewers are all very beautiful, after all. But, if you really think that you're the Angel's gift to sex, then the only appropriate way to defeat you would be by ejecting you from your throne… with a sex contest!"

Mettaton blinked again and summoned three things up out of the ground - two of them were beds, and another was a new judges' table, complete with a new trio of judges. This time, the group was, of all monsters, Sans, Papyrus, and a very confused-looking Undyne.

"Huh!? What!?" Undyne looks around panickedly. "How'd I get here? What's going on!?"

"Wowie! This must be because I won the Mettaton Essay Writing Contest!" Papyrus gasped and clapped her black and white hands together in joy. "I can't believe I won! I mean, yeah, I wrote over 500 entries about what I loved about Mettaton, but there were still over 10,000!"

"Yes, there were, but unfortunately most of them were written by me or my employees as a required part of their breaks, so they were sadly disqualified. You wound up having the vast majority of the entries, my loyal fan!" Mettaton explained.

"But what does that have to do with me!?" Undyne shouted, exasperated.

"Easy! You were my +1 that I listed on the contest forms; all 500 of them!" Papyrus answered.

"And… your sister?" Undyne asked, hands on her sides.

"Uhhh…" Papyrus glanced to her right and saw Sans kick up her feet and lean back in her chair. "Your guess is as good as mine."

"Hey, you girls were hogging the TV; I had to find a way to see the big show somehow," the girl in the blue hoodie replied.

"Now then, the rules will be simple; we'll each receive a monster volunteer from The Underground and make sweet, sweet love to them, and our judges will decide who did a better job," Mettaton explained. "Any questions?"

As a matter of fact, you had two. First, wouldn't it be more appropriate to have the monsters you were fucking be the judges and not 3 mostly random people from Snowdin?

"And put our lovers in the awkward position of potentially having to criticize us while still in bed? Heaven forbid!" Mettaton gasped dramatically. "Anything else?"

Yes, though this one was more for curiosity's sake than anything else; how exactly was he going to fuck his girl without any arms and legs?

"Isn't it obvious, my dear? Stupendously, of course!" he replied. "Now, bring out the volunteers, and we can get started!"

On cue, two monster girls came out and waved to the cameras. One was a stoic-looking girl with light red hair and a red hood and cloak who looked mostly human aside from her unusually pale skin and mono-colored blue eyes that were scowling quite fiercely at you. The other was a lamia girl with emerald green skin, lime green hair that matched her green scales, a blue baseball cap that was turned backwards, cool sunglasses, and a blue tube top that contained bouncy B-cups just above an impressive six-pack. No arms,though - those were conspicuously absent.

"Hey there, everyone! Jockington here, ready and willing to rock a bot's world!" The lamia greeted the cameras, wiggling her long tail in a fun and exaggerated fashion, seemingly not caring that she was completely naked below her chest. "Don't worry, promise I won't steal any of Metty's numbers… but I can still guarantee this is going to be the best sex performance you've ever seen!"

"Hello, human," the girl in the red hood greeted you condescendingly. "My name is Red, but that hardly matters. It doesn't matter how much of a sweetheart you are; you're a human, and you need to be defeated for the good of monster-kind in one way or another!"

You did your best to ignore how 'fair' this round of the competition was and instead just asked Red if her hatred towards you meant that sex was off the table.

"No, of course not." Red pushed back her cloak to reveal that she was already completely naked underneath aside from some knight's shoes, and that she had quite the fit body. Her breasts weren't quite as big as Jockington's, but she still had some good curves and strong thighs that, if you had to guess, she got so muscled from vigorous fencing exercise. "Mettaton called dibs on you first, and besides…" She played with her fingers a little. "I could use a little extra G."

"Alright, ladies; lie down and get ready! On your marks… get set…" Suddenly, Mettaton's body began to shake, and a small rocket suddenly appeared out of a panel on his back. The next thing you knew, he was floating in the air just like your heart, and a shiny, black, surprisingly realistic silicone dick appeared at the base of his groin. "Enjoy the show!"

Mettaton wasted no time in rocketing straight toward Jockington, sheathing himself right into her waiting pussy in one powerful thrust. Jockington let out a long, powerful moan as she felt her walls parted, and you could see her long snake tail curl in pleasure as he began to thrust.

"Aw yeah! This is the stuff!" Jockington cheered like she was a spectator at a football game and not someone receiving a vigorous pounding from an android. "Work it good, Mettaton! Show me what rocket power can really do! Ah!"

"... So? Aren't you going to get started?" Red asked next to you as she laid on the bed Mettaton had summoned for her. "Your life depends on this contest, and you have my permission. Get on with it."

You shook your head and told her that, nah, you weren't really worried about it.

"Not… worried?" Red glared at you again. "Are you that overconfident from getting past so many monsters that you think you don't even have to try with me?"

You shook your head again and told her that you had a feeling this wasn't going to turn out well for Mettaton no matter what. At this, Red glanced over at the other bed and saw Mettaton literally screwing some screws loose out of his body as he kept railing Jockington.

"Ha! This is so awesome!" Jockington cheered, either not noticing or not caring about Mettaton's deteriorating body. "We're, like, the ultimate sex duo! If there was some kind of sex olympics, I bet we'd take home gold every single time, no question! Heck, they might even have to invent a new medal, just for us!"

"Oooh, I like the sound of that, Darling!" Mettaton replied between his grunts, his robotic cock throbbing realistically inside the lamia. "Perhaps we could call it… Mettatonium?"

"Perfect! Sounds like a name worthy of a winner!" Jockington replied as her breasts bounced so much that they began to slip out of her tube top. "Say, since we're here, why don't we have a little competition of our own? First one to run out of endurance is only slightly less cool than the other!"

"Hmm, I suppose defeating you and the human at the same time wouldn't hurt… alright! Activating turbo drive!"

Suddenly, the rocket on Mettaton's back got even larger and he began to thrust even harder into the snake girl's quivering, velvet hole. You weren't quite sure how he was able to thrust backwards with a one-way rocket like that, but it was still quite the sight, and it was making his body fall apart even faster.

"Hmm… I guess you do have a point there. He looks like he's going to fail all on his own, without you doing anything." Red sighed and sat up on the bed. "So, do you just want to watch and wait for the inevitable or something?"

You told her that no, that wasn't it at all. You just thought that, since you didn't have to rush, you could take your time with Red and really help her feel good. Maybe even take the chance to get to know her first.

"Ah!?" Red suddenly blushed about as red as her hood. "And what, exactly, would the point of that be?"

No point. Just fun. And it would be better than just sitting there awkwardly the whole time, right?

"What!? That's crazy! Like I'm actually going to take the time to get to know you! Fuck me, or don't fuck me, I don't care anymore!" Red then crossed her arms and turned away from you on the bed, but you weren't discouraged. Scooting closer to her, you tried to break the ice with her by telling a joke about a magician so lazy he couldn't even summon the will to get out of bed.

"Uh… what?" asked Red.

You saw that joke didn't land, so you moved onto another joke about a pirate trying to dig for treasure in the sky. You couldn't remember the whole thing, but the punchline was that the real treasure was inside her the whole time.

"What are you doing?" Red asked, looking at you curiously. "You can't honestly be serious about trying to make this intimate, are you?"

You saw that the ice was only growing thicker, so you took out some from your invisible cell-phone inventory and presented it to her. It wasn't much, just your very last blueberry, some fries you stole from Mettaton's burger joint, and what appeared to be a hastily-constructed boxed lunch that Tsunderplane had apparently snuck into your inventory when you weren't looking.

"Augh, do you really think you can lighten me up if you give me some- oh, is that a real blueberry?" Red picked up the (still technically fresh) berry and munched on it. "Yum! That was great! These things are always so hard to get your hands on, and they're so expensive. Where'd you get that?"

You smiled and asked if that question meant she wanted to know more about you.

"Er… no, I'm good. I still totally hate you," she replied, though you were less convinced than ever.

You scooted a little closer to her and opened up the lunch box to share it with her while you asked when, exactly, she started hating you.

"Well… you know the canine unit, right? The one that makes up the bulk of the royal guard?" Red asked, idly taking a bite out of the rice from the boxed lunch. "Well they told me all about you."

And did they say terrible, awful things?

"No, of course not! They all sung your praises!" she answered, still scowling. "Especially in regards to your skills as a lover… they absolutely won't shut up about how you made them feel like appreciated 'good girls'! It drives me nuts!"

You could have asked why that was a bad thing, but you had a feeling that would just annoy her more. So instead, you decided to ask her if she spent a lot of time in Snowdin.

"Uh… a little bit, I guess. Since I'm in the Royal Guard, I have a lot of friends there, so I go out there a lot to hang out with them." Red blushed and began to play with her fingers. "Also, I'm kind of addicted to the cinnamon bunnies they sell by the Love Hospital. I know it's silly to walk all the way out there from New Home for something like that, but they're so darn tasty!"

You agreed with her and said that even just the smell of those things could make you drool back in Snowdin.

"Yeah… hey, wait a minute!" Red hastily wiped away a drop of drool from her mouth. "You tricked me into casual conversation! I'm onto your game!"

Red took out a rapier from underneath the bed and placed it next to your face in a blinding flash of light.

This made you sweat a little, of course, but you stayed calm and pointed out that the conversation didn't hurt at all, did it?

"No… I suppose not." She slowly put the sword back down. "I mean, I still hate you just as much as before."

Right! So that meant it wouldn't be that bad to talk a little bit more, right?

"Hmph… alright, I'll let you have your fun, but don't expect me to fall for you like so many of the other monsters you've met… I know better than that!" Red insisted as you scooted closer to her.

You assured the monster girl that you'd already had enough falling for one lifetime, and proceeded to start really chatting with her. You learned about each other's pasts, your hopes, your dreams, your weird little hobbies, and what drove you to keep going even when the world was so cruel. You knew it didn't exactly make for the best TV, but you correctly assumed that all the cameras would be focused on Mettaton anyway. Eventually, when you saw her first genuine, truly relaxed smile, you decided to take things a step further and gently laid her down into your arms.

"O-oh! So, you finally want to go to the main event! I was going to tell you a bit about my school growing up, but… this is fine too!" Red said determinedly. "After all, once this is over, I can finally get to never seeing you again!"

You sighed, knowing that no matter how things turned out, she'd be right, but you steeled yourself with determination and resolved to at least make your time together worth remembering.

To start, you just kept her there in your arms for a little while, letting her get used to the feeling of your body before you placed one of your hands into her hood and caressed her cheek. You could see sparkles in her eyes for just a moment before they refused to meet your gaze once again, but that was fine. You leaned forward and gently kissed her on the lips, carefully judging her nonverbal reactions and letting her melt into it rather than trying to force her to do anything. Then, when you felt her finally begin to relax, you placed your free hand under her cloak and began to play with her body.

You started with her lower stomach, gently caressing the area and making her hips wiggle adorably before slowly sliding your fingers upward across her navel and to the bottom of her chest. Then, as you finally began to palm her chest again, you kissed her again, but this time with much more passion. As you squeezed her sensitive breast, she gasped, allowing your tongue to enter her mouth and explore the warm, shy hole. She gasped in surprise at first, but soon she was swapping spit back with you like she had done this a million times before.

"Okay… I have to admit, you do have some skills," Red admitted as you broke the kiss. "This is already more romantic than most of the dates that I've recently been on… but you know this only makes you a worse person, right!?"

Moving your hand back down across her stomach to her pussy lips, you told Red that you weren't sure what she meant by that. How could treating a lover with care and respect make you worse, especially considering that Mettaton, only a few feet away, planned on raping you to death on live television.

"Th-that's easy… it's because… you're going to make monsters miss you when you're gone…" Red explained as you began to rub her exposed, pink clit down below. "There's no way you can actually get out, you know… the only way this will end… is with Asgore defeating you! That is going to break so many hearts!"

You paused for just a moment to consider what she said, but chose to keep going, slipping a finger into her moist pussy as you told her that, while the risk was there, you had to find a way out of the Underground one way or another. You had come too far, after all… every day you stayed was probably breaking the hearts of everyone waiting for you back home.

"No… you don't understand! I know h-humans like you have feelings too, but monsters like us are a lot more sensitive!" Red explained as you carefully thrusted a finger in and out between her clenching walls. "If you were to die in such a horrible way, who knows how those you've touched would react? They might become depressed, or worse… it could literally break them in two."

The thought of something like that happening, especially to your friends currently sitting in the judge's panel, made you flinch. But you still kept going, and you promised Red that there was an easy way around that dilemma - all you'd have to do is make it past Asgore and to the surface and everything would be fine! Sure, lots of monsters would be a little sad they'd never see you again, but that would still be better than complete heartbreak, right?

"Augh… of course you're still so confident." Red rolled her eyes before leaning forward to give you another kiss. You could actually feel the anger in her tongue as it moved around inside your mouth, dominating your tongue and threatening to enter your throat. "Do you really think you can make it past Queen Asgore?"

You nodded your head, completely certain in your inevitable victory. Of course, you couldn't tell her about your resetting abilities, so you just told her that you had managed to make it this far using just your wits and your charms so far. You even managed to get a certain cute monster girl in a red hood to sleep with you, and you knew she hated humans.

"Hmph! I guess that is true…" Red spread her legs a bit wider as you climbed onto the bed yourself, took out your cock, and carefully positioned it at the entrance of her dripping pussy. Carefully, you prodded the tip of your dick against her folds, drenching it in her juices before you slowly pressed it inside. True to the virginal symbolism of her hood, you could tell that this was her first time by how tight she was and by the way she writhed underneath you. You made sure to give her enough time to adjust to your size, but that sadly did give her enough time to continue her rant. "But Asgore is going to be different. She might seem nice, but inside she's merciless. A cowboy human once ran into her by the CORE, and… she didn't hesitate, even when he begged for mercy."

You jokingly told Red that you didn't hear her - you were too busy listening to a cute knight moan as you thrusted into her.

"I'm being serious!" Red scolded, but she still couldn't stop herself from laughing just a bit at that joke. "If push came to shove, do you really think you have what it takes to do what you'd have to in order to escape?"

Pausing your thrusts to grind your hips, you told Red honestly that you flat out didn't know the answer. But beyond that, you were rather tired about talking so much about other women. Instead of focusing on stressful things, why didn't you both just focus on each other for now? You'd love to learn a bit more about Red before your 'inevitable defeat', after all.

"You're asking to know more about me… while you're balls-deep inside me!?" Red gasped, blushing even more crimson than her hood now. "Hell, you took my virginity on HD camera, and you're making me feel so g-good I can hardly think straight! Don't you think… we're a little past small talk?"

Of course not - not unless she wanted to be.

"W-well… I guess I might as well chat a little," Red said between moans and kisses. "So… have you ever heard of a human anime series called 'Mew Mew Kissy Cutie'?"

As you and Red continued to fuck and idly chat with each other, Mettaton and Jockington were still going at it as hard as ever. Even without arms or legs, he was pulling out all the stops by spinning around in place, adjusting the length of his dick-mid thrust inside his lover, and vibrating at an impressive range of 80 and 130 Hz at regular intervals. Of course, all of that was just causing his body to break down even faster than it already was, but the feats were all so impressive that you honestly weren't sure if you'd stop at that point either.

"W-wow! This has got to be… the most intense thing I've ever experienced in my whole life!" Jockington groaned, the far end of her tail twisting into knots as she writhed in ecstasy. "It's like… I'm running a marathon, but I'm cumming ten times the amount I usually do! This is amazing!"

"Oh, you think that's great, darling? Then you're going to adore this next trick!" Mettaton winked at Jockington and began to shake once more. However, whatever Mettaton was planning none of you ever got to see, as some internal mechanism inside him apparently got caught and he suddenly froze in place. The next thing anyone knew, he had somehow detached himself from his dick and flew up toward the ceiling for a few moments before his rocket finally gave out and he came crashing back down onto the floor with a resounding thud. The thrust from this malfunction was enough to give Jockington her most powerful orgasm yet, but it was clear to everyone here that the competition between you and Mettaton was finally, well and truly over.

"Bravo! Fortissimo! Odysseus!" Papyrus shouted as she began clapping as hard as her bony hands would allow. "I have no idea what that just was, but it was still the best, most amazing example of it I have ever seen! 10 Points!"

"Yeah, it really was something," Sans replied, though it was actually unclear if she had paid attention at all. "I'd say that deserves, uh… a 9.9999 out of ten."

"9.9999?" asked Papyrus. "Why not just go all the way to 10?"

"Woah! And add a whole 0.0001 to my score?" Sans winked at her sister. "I've got my integrity as a judge to think about."

"Uh… I would give you a score, but at this point, I think you mostly just need help," Undyne said, reaching for Papyrus's cell phone. "Should I call a doctor, a repairwoman, or both?"

"N-no thank you, my dear. I'm perfectly fine just as I am," Mettaton insisted as he somehow managed to get his torso upright again.

"Aaah… thank you, human. That really was a good time," Red said as she wiped away the semen you had just deposited inside her. "I still think you're going to have a really hard time getting out, but now… at least know that I'm rooting for you, okay?"

You nodded and thanked Red for taking the time for you both to get to know each other.

"Aaah… alright, it looks like this is it for today, everyone! You've all been a wonderful audience!" Jockington said as she wiggled enthusiastically at the cameras again. "Jockington, out!"

With that, she rolled away like a rug toward the side of the heart-shaped stage, accidentally knocking down Red and taking the girl with her into some sort of secret compartment in the wall.

"Alright… human… now that you've finally suffered your final defeat, are you ready to surrender?" Mettaton asked as he looked up at you in the eye. "Oh, and just so you know, it doesn't matter how you answer this time. I'm taking you down one way or another."

Putting your clothes back on, you asked Mettaton exactly what he was planning on doing to you. All his stage tricks had been used up, and he was less of a fighting/fucking robot and was more of an unusually handsome paperweight. There was nothing left for him to do, or to prove. You were going to walk out of there and go back to the surface one way or another. So, why didn't he just give things a rest and save what's left of his deteriorating body?

"You… truly expect me to give up? Me!? The star of the show!" Mettaton asked, literally spitting sparks at you. "I must not… I cannot! The whole world - no, both worlds are depending on me! My fans and my fans yet to be! For as long as I have them by my side, I will never, EVER-"

Mettaton was abruptly interrupted by the view-counter on the screen behind him making a dinging noise.

"Oooh! Speaking of fans, we just got our ten thousandth viewer! How exciting!" Mettaton said, his tone switching from serious to excited in less than an instant. "That means that in order to celebrate it, we are going to take the call of one lucky fan and let them speak with me live on air before I leave the Underground forever!"

A blocky cell-phone similar to yours (which you had pocketed once he was distracted, no sense in letting it sit there) extended down from the ceiling and stopped next to Mettaton's face.

"Hi! You're live on TV!" Mettaton informed the caller. "What is it that you have to say on this, our last show?"

"Oh…." A familiar voice replied, as if somehow both disappointed and pleasantly surprised that they were actually the one who got through. "Hi, Mettaton. I just wanted to say that I really liked watching your show."

You expected Mettaton to say something along the lines of "Of course you did!" but, instead, he just sat there, shocked to his core, and kept listening carefully.

"My life is pretty boring, but watching your show made it a lot more exciting… vicariously," the ghostly voice of the caller spoke. "Watching you do stuff and have fun really made me happy and… I'm going to miss this show a lot when it's gone. Oh… sorry. I didn't realize that I was talking for so long. I'll go…"

"Wait, Blo-" Mettaton said, but he was cut off by a clicking sound. "They… hung up. Uh… let's not end things on such a depressing note, shall we? Let's get another caller!"

"Mettaton, your show made us so happy! I honestly don't know what we'll do without you!" said the next caller.

"Uh… what about the next caller?"

"Mettaton, I'm going to miss you so much!" said the next caller. "You're leaving a Mettaton-shaped hole in my Mettaton-shaped heart!"

"Uh… next caller!" said Mettaton.

"Mettaton, please don't go!"

"There's nothing else good on!'

"Your style inspired me to keep going!"

"Watching you work it out there fills us with so much hope!"

On and on the calls went like this, telling Mettaton how much he meant to the monsters of this kingdom and how they would miss him. Mettaton eventually stopped even verbally responding to the calls and just sat there, taking it all in. Eventually, though, he had heard enough and wirelessly disconnected the phone himself.

"Ah… I see… thank you all so much." Mettaton's lips began to curl upward into a smile - not the stage smile you had seen him flash so many times during this boss fight, but a real, genuine smile full of real emotion. "Darling… I could still beat you and steal your soul, but… maybe it would be best if I stayed down here for a little while longer. Humans already have idols and stars, after all, but down here… they just have me. With me gone, these lands would lose their spark."

Wow… you had to admit, you didn't expect someone as self-centered as him to say something so selfless. Still, you were relieved that this was finally all over.

"Over? No, you still have to make it past Queen Asgore, but… you've proven yourself plenty strong. If anyone can make it past her, it's you," Mettaton assured you. "But as for me… unfortunately, it seems that all my amazing moves have depleted my battery power, and I am about to… shut down. But not to worry, I'll be just fine. You just stay beautiful, okay? And that includes everyone out there watching, too! Goodbye… I'll see you all again… soon…"

Mettaton's words began to slur there at the end as he ran out of power, and soon all his many flashing lights turned off and he went limp there on the floor. The cameras and stage lights all turned off a moment later, and the stage finally lowered back to the ground as the doors in and out of the chamber finally opened.

"Ah! Finally!" Alphys gasped as the entrance doors opened up and she dashed into the room. "My phone ran out of battery partway through so I didn't see how the show ended. Is everything okay?"

Alphys glanced toward the judge's table, which was still there, and saw Undyne, Sans, and Papyrus sitting there.

"O-oh! Hi, Undyne! F-funny running into you here…" Alphys greeted nervously.

"Uh… same," Undyne replied, not really sure how to respond. "I have to say, you really know how to put together a creepy robot."

"Yes, that show was absolutely spectacular!" said Papyrus. "And I was impressed by the detachable limbs in particular. It reminds me a bit of those human toys of muscled humans and muscled skeletons Santa once gave me that were able to shoot their hands at each other for long-range fist bumps!"

"Yeah, it sure was somethin'; though I'll be even more impressed if he can pull that trick off a second time," said Sans.

"Eh?" Alphys finally looked down and saw the trashed remains of the show's former star. "Ack! M-Mettaton! Are you alright!?"

The scientist girl hastily runs over to the body and examines it, paying close attention to the belt area and the head.

"Oh, thank god! He's just out of power! If he was gone, I probably would have…" Alphys trailed off. " A-anyway, I can put him back together, but… I should probably wait until you've already left for the surface, right?"

"Nah, it's all good now," Sans said as she stood up and began mozying toward the door. "He gave up on trying to steal the human's soul right at the end, so you should be all good to start reconstructing him."

"Yeah… I know robotic faces aren't the most expressive, but he seemed pretty sincere," said Undyne.

"I'll say! That had to have been some of the best acting I've ever seen!" said Papyrus. "I'd even go as far to say that it looked like they were actually having sex… on real beds!"

"Uh, the beds were real, weren't they?" asked Undyne.

"You'd be amazed at what you can do with good CGI," Papyrus replied.

"Aaaaanyway, I'm going to head back to Snowdin now… you know how much this place makes me sweat," Undyne said as she uncomfortably got out of her chair and began heading to the door. "I'll see you around, okay? Oh, and good luck out there with Queen Asgore, human! I'm sure you'll get past them, no trouble!"

"Yes! I'm certain you will do quite well, human!" said Papyrus. "And once you and Asgore become best friends, if you could put in a good word for me as a royal guard candidate, it would be greatly appreciated! Good luck out there!"

Papyrus then hopped out of her seat and began rolling barrel-style toward the door, smacking into Undyne along the way and taking the fish girl with her.

"O-okay then… I think I can get Mettaton back together in time for one last conversation before you go." Alphys reached into her white coat and pulled out a screwdriver. "Thankfully, I always keep a tool on me for emergency repairs like this… and believe it or not, this isn't the first time he's fallen to bits like this."

The lizard girl worked surprisingly fast for someone you assumed spent most of her day glued to her chair, and within only fifteen minutes, Mettaton's body was almost completely reconstructed into his pink and black glory, save for a few nuts and bolts lost forever in the nooks and crannies of the room.

"Alright, now I just have to replace the battery and…" Alphys undid a panel on Mettaton's back, took out the Triple M battery inside, and slotted in a replacement. A moment later, Mettaton roared back to life with a familiar artificial fire in his eyes.

"Ooooh, yes! The star of the show has returned, everyone!" he proclaimed, standing up and shooting a triumphant finger toward the ceiling. "I know, I know, you all missed me dearly, but even the shiniest of stones need to be polished every once in a… while…"

Mettaton looked around the room with a confused look on his face.

"Huh… that's strange… everything's exactly where I left it. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that only a few minutes had passed since I was deactivated," Mettaton mused, stretching one of his extendable arms around his face just to scratch his chin.

You confirmed Mettaton's suspicion with a simple wave and hello.

"H-hey, Mettaton… it's good to see that you're all right," Alphys said with a weak smile, but that quickly faded as she looked away in shame. "Okay, listen… I just wanted to say that I'm sorry that I got you involved in my scheme to become the human's friend. It was wrong and I… I know I'm a horrible person for roping you in, even if you are a robot."

"Aww, Alphys… it's okay!" Mettaton picked the (relative) shortstack off the ground and gave her a big hug. "It's perfectly fine, darling; I forgive you. The truth is, I knew that your scheme was a bad idea from the start, but… I went along with it because I was hoping to turn this around in my favor. So, if anyone deserves blame for this, it is me…"

You weren't quite sure if you wanted to agree with Mettaton - on the one hand, he was clearly just putting the spotlight on himself again, but on the other, he DID send those mercenaries after you and trap you in a terrible maze - but you quickly reminded yourself that it didn't matter. Everyone was okay now, and you were about to leave this place forever, so you might as well let bygones be bygones. After all, you didn't want your legacy down here to involve breaking up two people who were clearly close friends at one point.

"Yes, I suppose that would be for the best," Mettaton replied. "But, that would be a little… disappointing, wouldn't it? To just leave things without a proper climax… a story like that would be plain unacceptable!"

"W-well, what are we supposed to do? Fight more?" asked Alphys.

"Hmm, no, there's been enough of that for one day. No, instead… why don't we kiss and make up?" Mettaton snapped his fingers, and the two beds in the room fused into one large, mega bed. Then, the pink lights above turned on to give the place a romantic air as the cameras reactivated and slow romantic music began to play.

"W-wait, what's going on? Why is everything turning back on?" Alphy asked, stumbling backward a little.

"The encore, naturally!" Mettaton replied. "Everyone knows that all the best shows have encores!"

"Y-yeah, but those are usually live shows!" Alphys pointed out. "A-and besides, what's there left to do? Your fight with the human is over - there's no more 'story' to tell in your show!"

"Not quite! There is still one very important thing that needs to be done - the credits!" As Mettaton spoke, a long list of credits began to play across the TV screens of everyone who still had their sets on. "Sure, most of them are dedicated to me, and the rest are dedicated to the catering staff and makeup department, but the most important credit of all goes to you, Alphys! Go ahead and take a bow!"

"M-me!?" Alphys began to blush wildly and fidgeted as she glanced at the cameras. "O-oh god! Sorry, I've never been much for being on TV! A-and it's not like I did that much…"

"Nonsense! You're the one who set all of this up!" Mettaton pointed out. "You built my body, including my upgraded form! You designed the traps and the challenges the human had to overcome, and you were the one who 'saved' the day again and again! Truly, you were the hero of this story! And it's about time the hero got her due!"

At that, Mettaton's black robo-cock reappeared out of his groin right in front of Alphy's face and she began blushing brighter than ever before.

"O-oh, jeez… I… I'm not sure about this…" she mumbled, pacing in place as if she couldn't decide if she wanted to flee or do something to try and impress the audience. "I'm pretty sure that it'd be better to end on a neutral note than a low one…"

You saw that the lizard girl was quite scared, so you put a reassuring hand on Alphys's shoulder and told her that she didn't need to worry. Whether or not she did it to become friends with you, she did do a great job entertaining everyone watching - tens of thousands of monsters in fact.

"R-really?" Alphys asked, calming down a little. "You think I actually have a little bit of… entertainer inside me?"

You nodded and told Alphys that this could be her big chance to shine as a star - and you meant it! Though, you would privately admit that you also thought that Alphys had a cute, bookish charm to her, and if you were about to go back to a world with normal sexual mores and rules, you wanted to have at least one last roll in the hay before the end.

"A-alright… I guess I could give it a shot." Alphys reached for the buttons of her long, white lab coat and began to undo it, revealing what you had suspected all along - she was just wearing her underwear underneath this whole time. Considering that she worked mostly from home, you had to guess that this was kind of like those people who don't bother to wear pants to online meetings. Her underwear was still nice, though - a cute pink bra with matching panties that sat just underneath her scaly yellow lizard tail.

The removal of her coat also confirmed just how curvy she really was - which was to say, she might have been the single curviest girl you'd met so far. Her large breasts clearly had a nice, soft layer of fat to them that you could almost feel from where you were standing. They might not have been the absolute biggest tits you'd seen while down here in the Underground, but they definitely had to be the plumpest.

Of course, that continued down the rest of her body, giving her a nice huggable look to her that made you want to just grab her by the sides and bury your face into her stomach. And, of course, she had that one little extra bit of sexy pudge right over where her womb was, and it was so smooth and perfect that it almost made you drool. So, naturally, that is where you started, getting down onto your knees so you could kiss her right there.

"Alright, lovelies! I hope you kept watching, because we're about to start what I think could be the best part of MTT TV so far!" Mettaton announced as you kept kissing Alphys' body. "The Great Makeup! Strap yourselves in and get your 100% accurate MTT replica cocks (on sale now) ready, because we are about to have some fun!"

You kissed Alphys over her womb a few more times before pushing her back onto the bed. This had the effect of causing her tail to tap the underside of your chin, and for her wet, naked pussy to come face-to-face with you. You continued to kiss her regardless, though, placing your lips right onto her sensitive pink clit and kissing it with all your might.

"Gyaaah!" Alphys struggled to keep herself from kicking her legs too much as you kissed her pussy again and again, and that only got worse as you added your tongue to the mix and began running it up and down her labia. "G-god! You… you really are good at this! I-I mean, of course I already knew that, but… I never knew you were this impressive! The resolution on the cameras could only go so high…"

"True, the human is impressive, but do not forget about this other pair of lips right in front of you," Mettaton said coolly as he laid down onto the bed next to Alphys on his stomach. "After all, you were the one who crafted them so lovingly."

"D-don't say it like that! You make it sound like I'm you're m-mom or something!" Alphys moaned.

"Ah, you're right! My mistake, darling! Not to worry, though…" Mettaton gently gripped Alphy's chin and looked at her with an automatic sparkle in his eye. "By the end of this, you'll be the one calling me 'daddy'!"

With that, Mettaton began to kiss her, his cold but agile tongue entering her mouth gracefully and exploring the inside. He clearly took care so as to not overwhelm Alphys right away, but you could also tell he was deliberately causing her cheeks to bulge as well. Even when engaging in an intimate moment with a friend, he was still mugging for the camera.

You pushed that from your mind, though, and focused on making Alphys feel good. In and out your tongue went, each time delving a little deeper into her snatch, and each time increasing her ecstasy even more. Her thighs occasionally clamped down around your head, but she was so soft and pillowy that it was actually kind of comfy.

"O-oh, Mettaton!" Alphys moaned as the robotic man reached for breasts and began to gently knead them. "G-go easy on me, okay? It's been a while since I've done something like this…"

"Go easy on you? Seriously?" Mettaton laughed and clasped his fingers around Alphy's hardening nipples. A moment later, the fingers began to vibrate, which seemed to make the lizard girl moan even more than when you were licking her clit. "You can't honestly say that you gave me all these amazing, sexy features without imagining what it would be like to try them all out, can you?"

"I… okay, so maybe I fantasized about using them a few times…" Alphys admitted as her nipples were tugged.

"Oh? And what part of me that you designed did you fantasize about the most?" Mettaton asked, his voice almost a purr as he began to nibble on the nerd's right ear.

"Th-that would be your… T-Turbocock with titanium alloy core and e-extra hot pseudosemen!" Alphys admitted. "I based it off a model I saw online, but was too scared to buy because… I thought whoever packed it might judge me."

"Yes, that certainly was a wonderful package that you gave me!" Mettaton said as a large pink dildo suddenly appeared on his groin. "I haven't really had the chance to try it out though… how about you inspect it to make sure that it's working right?"

"Y-yes… that's a great idea." Drool dripped out of Alphys's mouth as Mettaton stood up and brought his dick over to her lips. "G-gotta make sure it's working… and… no. You know what? I don't need an excuse to do this! I'm going to suck this dick… because I want to!"

With that, Alphys shoved the oversized cock into her mouth and took it all the way to the base in one swift motion. Then, realizing that she might have been a bit too hasty for her poor throat, she carefully pulled it back out to about halfway before sucking on Mettaton's dick more comfortably. Up and down her head bobbed, treating Mettaton's dick with even more tender loving care than you were lavishing on her clit - and you liked to think that you were giving her an A+ treatment.

"Oooh, yes! Wonderful, darling!" Mettaton shivered so hard that his loose screws nearly came out. "I can see that you made this particular attachment extra sensitive! Was that for my pleasure, or did you just keep tinkering with it because you couldn't keep your hands off it?"

"A-a little of both," Alphys said through a mouthful of pulsing silicone cock. "Even now, I wish I had given it more features. Like, maybe making it taste like fruit, or giving it aphrodisiac auto-injectors."

"Yes, I suppose the best pieces of art are never truly finished - but I am still quite satisfied with the body you've given me." Mettaton stroked Alphys's blonde hair with his hand as he began to thrust in and out of her mouth, making her cheeks bulge and wet, sloppy noises pour from her mouth. "I promise to show you every single bit of my gratitude~"

He then began to move his hips gently back and forth, each thrust getting Alphys more used to giving a blowjob and encouraging her to get more experimental - swirling her tongue around the tip and gently stroking its surprisingly realistic girth with her hand.

You, meanwhile, decided that Alphys had enough foreplay and removed your mouth from her dripping snatch. Standing up, you ate what was left of the boxed lunch you shared with Red to give yourself an energy boost before carefully lining up your hard cock with Alphys's entrance. You rubbed it a few times against her pink, swollen lips to make sure it was lubed with her arousal, though given how much she was gushing, it proved to be no problem at all. Then, gripping her hips, you moved your hips forward and pressed against her labia. You could feel her soft folds stretch around the tip of your cock for a few moments before you finally slipped inside, sheathing several inches inside her, immersing it into a world of moist, squeezing folds.

You could definitely tell by the way her walls clamped down around you that she didn't have much experience with penetration like this. She was even tighter than Red was, and she sucked you in so much that you could barely pull yourself back out of her. You refused to just stand there uselessly, though, so you gathered up all your determination and power to start moving.

"Mmmph!" Alphys moaned into Mettaton's cock, her mewls of pleasure muffled by his body. Although you had a feeling that even if she could speak clearly that she wouldn't be that coherent, she still looked like she was feeling good. You couldn't help but be flattered a little from how passionately she was reacting, and that spurred you on to thrust into her even harder.

"Oh my! Do you hear that, human? She's moaning so much now that she's practically singing on my cock! I'm almost sad that I don't have a microphone feature down there," Mettaton said as he continued to fuck her mouth. "My guess is that she's fantasized about you for so long watching you on her computer screen that now that she has you, it's like she's died and gone to heaven!"

You agreed with Mettaton, but added that you were no angel; you were here to have fun for yourself too, after all.

To prove this, you gripped one of Alphy's tits in your hand and began to suck hard on one of her nipples, enjoying the flavor and its soft, doughy feel as you squeezed yourself closer to her body. This caused her to cry out in pleasure once again as sweat began to drip from her body onto the bed. Glancing upward for a moment, you could see that Mettaton was starting to glisten with moisture as his coolant began to leak out onto his artificial skin. This, of course, made him even shinier than he already was, so you quickly averted your eyes to focus on the cute lizard girl moaning and writhing underneath you.

During your short glance, though, you managed to catch that the number of viewers who were watching the show had managed to bounce back to, and even exceed, what they were before Mettaton's big finale. You supposed sex really did bring in the viewers, though you couldn't help but wonder if any of them were just confused Parcheesi fans trying to tune in for the tournament.

"Oooh yes! You're doing fantastically so far, darling! I'm really starting to see why humans love doing this so much - it is just delightful!" Mettaton said before abruptly pulling out of Alphys's mouth. "But I think we can do something that will make us both feel even better! If you would raise your arms for just a moment, darling.

Alphys did what she was asked and, a moment later, Mettaton's extendable limbs wrapped around her arms and legs and lifted her up into the air, right off your cock.

"O-oh my! I-I see you actually read through that Mew Mew Doujin I loaned you," Alphys gasped as she sat suspended in the air.

"Of course! That one was a classic!" Mettaton said as he stepped onto the bed in front of Alphys.

"D-does that mean, you're really about to…" Alphys blushed and trailed off, unable to make herself finish the sentence.

"Yes… but only if our human friend here lends a hand… and a dick," Mettaton replied, positioning himself at the scientist's front entrance.

Picking up on Mettaton's signal, you got behind Alphys and shifted her tail to the side to get access to her rear entrance. Her ass was even tighter than her pussy was, but you still had plenty of lube left, so you were able to slip an inch inside her with moderate effort.

"A-aaaah!" Alphys gasped as her whole body tensed. You were glad that you were the one behind her, as her nails dug so hard into Mettaton's back that you could actually hear the metal screeching. "O-oh my goodness! So… full! I always heard that double penetration was different, but… I wasn't expecting it to feel this different!"

"That's because you're not just being double-penetrated… you're being made love to by two of your best (and devilishly handsome) friends!" Mettaton said as he pressed his cock even deeper into Alphy's pussy. It was a little bit strange feeling it pressing up against your cock through the dividing wall inside her, but also a little bit exciting to have the extra stimulation. "And I promise you, you're not going to leave this bed until you're absolutely overflowing with our love!"

With that, Mettaton kissed her once more and began to thrust in and out, a motion made somewhat awkward by how he was suspending her in the air with long arms, but you could tell that he was making it work by the way she moaned and whined. You weren't just going to sit there, though - you were a protagonist, and were going to make her feel good too, dammit!

So, you gripped the scientist's sides and began to thrust into her tight asshole, caressing her body and kissing her neck all the while. Of course, you were already pretty far along after using her pussy only a few minutes ago, but you did your best to hold on and aim for the most sensitive spots inside of her. Soon enough, you were rewarded by the sweet sounds of Alphys crying out whenever you managed to thrust near her g-spot.

"Oh fuck! This… this feels too good!" Alphys groaned as she gripped Mettaton's arms tightly and her pussy continued to gush onto his rust-resistant body. "I… I don't deserve this! I-I screwed up so much, you should be punishing me right now, not making me feel so amazing!"

"True, you made some mistakes, but also… if it wasn't for you, we wouldn't be here right now!" Mettaton assured her, thrusting his hips extra hard for emphasis.

You wrapped your arms tightly around her body and agreed with Mettaton. Sure, the road wasn't the straightest, but Alphys did do what she promised to at the start of all this. She got you safely through the rest of the Underground, all the way to New Home and the barrier! Even if she hadn't interfered, chances are someone would have tried to stop you, but now… it was almost all over.

"Y-yeah… almost all over… oh, oooooh!" Alphys began to kick her leg in the air as her breathing suddenly grew more ragged. "Oh my god! I… I think I'm gonna cum! I can't believe this is really happening!"

"Believe it, darling! We're going to have video proof that it happened anyway, and there's no getting rid of that!" Mettaton said as he activated all his vibration features at once to drive Alphys mad with pleasure.

"Fuck! Nnngh, so deep!"Alphys bit her lip and trembled again in a desperate attempt to hold off the inevitable, but by then it was already too late. "I'm… I'm going to cum! Aaaah!"

"You heard it here, folks! We're about to reach the real climax of MTT TV!" Mettaton announced to the cameras as Alphys lost the ability to keep her tongue inside her mouth. "But don't worry, this is just the end of season one! Tune in next week, and we'll be back with an even better show! So now, everyone count it down with me! Three… two… one!"

On cue, all three of you hit your orgasms at once. Mettaton fired his thick, synthetic load right into Alphys's womb, filling it up with such warm ecstasy that you could actually feel it radiating through her body to your dick. You began to spray inside her virgin asshole a moment later, coating the previously untouched organ with what felt like a gallon of your thick spunk. Alphys, of course, couldn't help but finish a moment later, if not from the sensation of suddenly being filled like that, then definitely from the simple idea of getting a double creampie from two of the people she most admired in the world. Her orgasm was anything but clean - it was messy with juices gushing out of her pussy, moans pouring from her mouth, and her tongue thrashing out wildly. Her whole beautiful body shook as well, but even then you made sure to keep yourself hilted inside of her, pressing against her as you let your warmth mix with Mettaton's.

"Aaaaaah… this… was way better… than any dating sim…" Alphys moaned, letting out a long, relaxed sigh as she settled down, eventually lying down comfortably in between the two of you like a big scientist sandwich.

"I'll say - though, you really should consider giving real dating a try still," Mettaton said, playing with Alphys's hair. "You know, I have video guides on sale for that…"

"I, uh, have no idea what you're talking about," Alphys said, glancing nervously at the TV cameras and the door her other friends exited out of. "I-it's not like there's anyone I know that I've been really wanting to date."

"Right, of course, darling! Whatever you say!" Mettaton then kicked his legs in the air and pulled out of Alphys, letting his surprisingly glittery sperm drip out of her onto the bed sheets for the audience to see. "Alright, everyone! I hope you enjoyed our encore, as well as the first historic human-monster-robot threesome in world history! If you want some merch to commemorate this, feel free to pick some up from the MTTV website!"

As he said that, a small table popped up out of the ground next to the bed, featuring some figurines of generic humans, monsters, and robots (all of which looked suspiciously like repainted Mettatons) holding hands in fields of flowers.

"I'm afraid that's it for now, though! Thank you all for tuning in!" Mettaton stood up and blew every single camera in the room a kiss. "And special thanks to our guest star today, the human! This will be the last time any of us will ever see them, so be sure to give your goodbyes!"

Realizing that what Mettaton said was true, you nervously turned to the cameras and waved at them. You paused, wondering what you should say… should you thank them for the memories? Their kindness? For not being too brutal when raping you in all those canceled timelines? Maybe apologize for not being able to free them, and likely making their apparent overpopulation problem even worse with your children?

Oh god… your children. You probably made so many down here, and you were never going to see them grow up. You started to feel a little faint and wobbled a little bit on the bed.

"Alright, I hope that was enough, because now the show is finally over this time, and I'm afraid my studio's union contract forbids second encores!" Mettaton announced, breaking you out of your stupor. "I'll see you all next time, darlings! Toodle-oo!"

With that, Mettaton kissed you and Alphys on the forehead and danced his way out of the room, leaving you both alone with the bed and silence.

"..." Alphys sat there awkwardly next to you for a few moments, both of you nude and not sure what to do next. "I, uh, guess we should get your clothes back on and send you home, huh?"

Not finding any way to disagree with her, you got yourself cleaned up and headed toward the door behind the heart-shaped stage. You then found yourself at one end of a long, blue hallway, with what looked to be an elevator sitting at the far end of it.

"Well… I know things got a little… weird at times, but you still had fun here in the Underground, right? M-made lots of interesting friends, right?" asked Alphys. You nodded in response and started walking down the hallway.

"It must have been such a shock arriving here in the monster kingdom, but… hopefully in a good way! Since, you know, we have magic and that's… really cool." Alphys sort of trailed off there at the end, but you got what she meant and nodded as you kept going down the hall.

"I-In fact, I bet it was so cool that you almost wish that you weren't going at all, r-right?" she asked, a little bit of hope in her voice, but at that point you couldn't even hear her properly. Instead, all you could hear was the soft hum of the elevator, and the promise of home and the end of your long journey. And that sound filled you with determination. Your floating heart, beside you, beat more fiercely with every step you took.

But, just as you were about to get on the elevator, Alphys turned around and finally decided to speak up.

"H-humans don't actually have enough power to pass through the barrier," she said matter-of-factly. "The truth is, getting out of here peacefully was never an option. In order to get through the barrier, you'll need to absorb at least one monster's soul. And that means to go home… you're going to have to rape Queen Asgore. I… I'm sorry."

Tears welling up in her eyes, Alphys ran back to the CORE before you could even react, leading you in stunned silence. This revelation made you pause, and wonder if it truly was worth going home still.

And then, after thinking about it, you stepped onto the elevator and selected the button for New Home.

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No Mercy

When you finally arrived at the base of the CORE, the big metal cube that apparently provided the entire Underground kingdom with power, you were quite surprised to see the state of the entrance. No, it was not guarded, barricaded, or in a state of complete panic or disarray like you expected. Instead, it was… a resort.

No, literally; someone had built a full resort right in front of the main entrance to the CORE, and the smell of oil in the air (as well as the gaudy sign next to the entrance) informed you that this was likely the work of that strange, rectangular robot you met earlier at the lab area.

"Wow, the luxurious MTT Resort… it's hard to believe I'm really here," Type-A said as she flew up beside the silky blue walls of the building. "I remember dreaming about taking my future spouse or fiance here forever, and now it's finally happening! Ah, someone (preferably Master) pinch me! I must be dreaming!"

"Wait, but… didn't this place, like, open just a week or two ago?" asked Jennifray, scratching her head.

"So? I still meant what I said!" Type-A snapped as you walked inside.

You passed by a strangely-judgy potted plant and entered the main entrance hall of the building. There, you spotted a gaudy gold statue of Mettaton spraying water onto the ground and… not much else. Even in the main lobby of the resort, where all the guests would get their luggage carried and get the keys to their room, there wasn't a soul to be found - aside from your own, obviously.

You walked up to the front desk and rang the bell there pointlessly a few times as you commented that, for a place everyone supposedly wanted to be, this resort seemed pretty empty.

"That's because those Bakas have all fled to New Home by now," Type-A said with a huff. "So inconsiderate! They should know that when Master wants you, you should all just line up and wait to raped like good monsters!"

"Mmm… I bet they're all warm and toasty up there right now," Hot Top said dreamily as she rode a luggage cart around the lobby. "New Home was already dealing with an overpopulation problem, so right now they must be packed together like ants in a colony that doesn't allow more housing to be built."

"Yeah, she's right - things were getting so bad with the lack of space that people were starting to move into Hotland…and it's HOT down here," Amberly pointed out.

"Yeah, that so totally sucks for that city… but on the bright side, that makes things sooo convenient for you, Master!" said Jennifray. "I mean, think about it, brah! All those nice, hot babes in one place waiting for you to claim them!"

Salivating a little, you asked how many girls you could expect to be there.

"I don't know… like, a bajillion of them! No, a metric bajillion of them!" the bunny girl replied.

"Wait… are metric units the big units or the small units?" asked Amberly.

"Uh… yes?" Jennifray replied.

"Oh, who cares about that? All that matters is that we're about to get Master all the girls in the Underground forever, and then Master will finally get the paradise they deserve!" Wasp cut in. "A paradise where all bitches everywhere always know their proper place in the natural order of things, beneath their heel."

"Yes - and then after that, we can take our little franchise global, and claim all the girls in the world!" Jitterbug exclaimed, grabbing 3 of her friends' 6 hands in joy. "Oh, the fun games that we'll be able to do together with so many toys!"

"Hey, knock it off!" Whip cut through the happiness in the air with a loud crack from one of her flaming whips. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but you're still getting ahead of yourselves. New Home isn't going to conquer itself, after all, so we're actually going to have to put those pea-sized brains of yours to plan out a strategy."

"R-right, of course! I knew that!" Amberly said, sweating. "So, uh… why don't we just take the elevator up to New Home and attack them there? Just stomping over whatever gets in their way has been working well for Master so far."

"Well, I might be blind, but I don't need eyes to know that the Queen has probably shut down the elevator that leads up there by now." Whip walked over to the nearby elevator in the lobby, and pressed her cane perfectly into the 'up' button. The elevator did not budge, or even make any noises, however, proving that the flimsy 'out of order' sign on the front of the silver metal doors was not a lie. "Which means, there are now exactly two ways to get to New Home - one is to climb over the core and up to the rock shelf that the city is located at, and the other is through the emergency elevator at the center of the CORE that will give you a straight path right to Queen Asgore's throne room."

"Augh, both of those routes sound like a total pain!" Type-A goaned. "If we try to go over the CORE, we'll be out in the open, and if we try to go through it, we'll be way too outnumbered!"

"Yes, that's true, but I believe I can get around those little problems with a bit of extra boobs and muscle," Whip assured her. "But before we can get down to that, we should finish making sure this resort is really empty. We'll need every soul we can get for this next part of our journey, so if you find anyone, be sure to convert them to our side right away. Also, since we're here at this resort, and this will probably be our last time here before we reach the surface, we might as well have a little fun while we're here."

"Oh boy! That sounds lovely!" The normally-calm Hot Top got so excited that she jumped into the air and clicked her flaming heels together. "I'll go find a nice jacuzzi for us to enjoy!"

"And I'll find the softest runway- er, I mean bed for Master to enjoy," said Type-A.

"And we'll both get dancing outside and set out a few webs to catch any stragglers~" Wasp said, leaving alongside Skitterbug.

"And we'll, uh… get something to eat, I guess." said Jennifray.

"Yeah, that's a great idea - I'm so starving, I could eat a whole cart of ice cream right about now," Amberly said, following the other ex-knight to Mettaton's main restaurant to the west.

"And I'll be in the main hotel suite, setting up the war room. Feel free to come get me if you need anything, Master." Whip turned to leave but stopped herself at the last second. "Oh, and one more thing - according to that jangling in your pocket, I believe you have a cellphone. Is there any chance that I can use that to contact the rest of your harem to let them know they need to come here and meet with us?"

You hesitated for a moment, remembering that you left Bones on somewhat of a sour note. You quickly pushed those weak thoughts from your mind, however, and handed the phone over to Whip, telling her the numbers for both Mom and Bones.

"Ehehe… perfect~" Whip twirled the oversized phone in her hand with surprising ease and finally began walking away. "Catch you in a few minutes, Master… and try not to wear yourself out too much before the big event!"

You nodded at Whip as she left and slowly realized that you were all alone, once again, with just your soul. Without anything better to do at the moment, you decided to head into the one place that your slaves seemed to have avoided - Mettaton's Burger Emporium.

The place was, unfortunately, strikingly accurate to the burger joints that you remembered on the surface. The sickening smell of grease and potatoes, processed meat, stains on the floor so set-in that not even an ocean's worth of bleach could make it go away.

And, of course, in the middle of the restaurant between two tables, was another statue of Mettaton made out of what appeared to be gold. Getting closer to the statue, you noticed that it was surrounded by all sorts of strange objects on the ground - toys, presents, food, letters in envelopes. It was all very strange, and you couldn't help but wonder what all this strange trash was until you opened one of the letters and read it.

"Dear Mettaton… I heard that an evil human is currently on their way here to conquer the Underground," it read. "They say they'll make us their slaves, and some are even saying they'll take over the entire world with us as their soldiers. I don't want that to happen. I don't want my mind to be erased or taken over. So please… save us Mettaton. Save us from the evil human! Or, if you can't save me, at least save my family! Please, Mettaton! You're our only hope!"

You laughed and crumpled up the letter, letting it fall to the ground with the other trash. You honestly couldn't think of anything funnier than people treating a gaudy object like that as a god. This was just another useless idol, and you'd knock it down just like you did all their other 'protectors'. In fact, to prove just how much better you were than this stupid thing, you delivered a kick right to the thing's pathetic wheel. Then, after totally not regretting kicking something made out of metal, you grabbed ahold of its arm and forced it off its base and onto the ground.

"Cough, nice one, cough," you heard someone say nearby.

Surprised by the unfamiliar voice, you spun around expecting some sort of sudden ambush. Instead, you just found a bear monster girl with short brown hair and wearing a red and yellow burger-joint uniform.

Cautiously walking over to the woman, you asked if she was the one who made that noise just now.

"What, me? No, that was just a cough - I would never say anything ill of my glorious, beautiful, box-shaped boss," she replied. "A-and, I wouldn't cough on the job too, actually - that was just a practice cough that I was doing to, uh… practice for a play! Not that I would do anything but focus on my work when representing Mettaton's Burger Imp-"

You decided to cut the bear girl off by asking her what she was still doing there. After all, everyone else had evacuated, and she clearly wasn't there to fight you, so there had to be some sort of explanation.

"What's it look like I'm doing? I'm here to work," she replied, trying to sound chipper but her tiredness and her boredness poured through her voice and formed a thick crust over it, like a piece of toast that had been toasted a few too many times. And someone took a bite out of it anyway. "Evacuation, esmackuation! Today's not a day off, so I have to show up!"

You were genuinely surprised to hear this - Mettaton was such a harsh boss that she'd actually call her into work under such dangerous circumstances?

"Well, actually, she didn't specifically say that I had to come in today… but that's the thing! Sometimes she just doesn't tell me that I need to come in!" The burger girl's hands shook as she remembered back to one of those days.

You calmly asked why she doesn't just look at the work schedule.

"Because it's in her office, duh! Every trip there is like walking into a piñata filled with confetti that always gets in your eyes - sometimes literally, too! So I try to avoid that place," she explained. "Plus she keeps the schedule behind her Mettaton-shaped bingo-ball roller, and she hates it when you touch that."

Riiiight, of course.

You decided that you were growing bored hearing about this small woman's even smaller life and decided to just straight-up ask her if she knew that you were human. Normally, you would have tried to drag it out a bit more, maybe toy with her a little, but you were starting to get the feeling this girl wouldn't be the most magnificent addition to your harem, so you cut to the chase.

"Oh, yeah, totally - I knew that. The soul made it pretty obvious," she replied. "So, are you going to buy something, or what? The heat lamps behind me aren't getting any hotter."

Surprised by her calmness, you asked her if she understood exactly what that meant. You were about to rape her, steal her individuality, and force her to be your servant for the rest of time.

"Buddy… does it look like I'm scared by you?" she asked. "I've been fucked by my job, my life, and my boss so many different ways that there's no possible way you could do anything worse. Do you even know how many vacation days I get? None. Zero. Zilch. At least if you raped me, I might be able to convince Mettaton to give me a sick day."

You actually hesitated for a moment, a bit turned off by how lifeless she was acting. But, your goal was to get absolutely everyone, and you weren't about to let a little lack of enthusiasm get in the way of that goal. So you climbed over the counter, tore off her pants, pushed her pink panties to the side and began fucking her. Bending her over the front counter of the restaurant, you forced your oversized cock inside her and thrusted as hard as you could, making the cash registers shake with the force. Still, even though you could feel her pussy squeeze and her body twitch with each movement you made, her face barely reacted. Instead, she just kept on her 'professional' face with an obviously fake smile until, finally, you felt her orgasm and her soul became attached to yours.

Not bothering to try going for your own orgasm, which still frustratingly eluded you, you pulled out of the cashier/cook/janitor and climbed back over the counter and gave the monster girl the chance to fix up her uniform - what was left of it, anyway.

"Alright - I guess I work for you too now, boss," the bear woman said nonchalantly. "By the way, since you worked up a sweat just now, you should probably buy one of our fountain drinks, made with water from Mettaton's actual fountain! And, just like me, they're bottomless! Eheheh…eheh…"

It was legitimately hard to tell if that dry, soulless laugh was a sign of her being even more soul-less than she already was, but you tried not to think too much about it. Staying around too long in this place would probably wind up making you as apathetic as her.

"Well, if you're not interested in a drink, can I offer you one of our Legendary Heroes, Master? They're a snack that is so tasty and full of 'heroism' that it actually makes you stronger when you eat it," she offered. You had a feeling she wanted to end that sentence with an exclamation point, but she still couldn't be bothered.

You nodded and told the girl to make 5 Legendary Heroes to go while you thought up a nice degrading slave name for her.

"Right away, Master! It will only take a second!" The bear girl turned around and began to place some person-shaped sandwiches into a bag. As she did so, she leaned forward toward the heat-lamps and gave you a great view of her panty-clad rear, her cheeks forming perfect orbs on either side of the thin piece of cloth. You could also see that the groin area was still wet with a combination of sex-juices from when you fucked her and grease from the various foods she was handling.

And that's when it hit you; the perfect name for your new slave - Burgerpanties!

"B-Burgerpanties?" For the first time since you met her, you saw a look of actual frustration appear on the bear girl's face as she suddenly turned around. That quickly passed, though, and soon she was back in customer-service mode. "That's a wonderful name, Master! I love it so much! Now, here's your food! Would you like anything else, Master?"

Yes, actually, there was; the rest of your harem was going to be coming here soon, so you were going to need her to gather up all the rest of the food she had back there and follow behind you. There were going to be a lot of hungry mouths to feed, and you wanted them all to have as much energy as possible for what came next.

"E-everything?" Burgerpanties glanced back at the big piles of monster food that was stored in the kitchen behind her and shivered. "A-alright, I'll go get a cart then…"

You took the bag and gave Burgerpanties a nice thumbs-up as your tip (the best kind of tip you can give, obviously) before heading back out to the resort to have one last look around. Unfortunately, you didn't find any other juicy slave candidates - just a lot of junk, abandoned luggage, and more judgy potted plants. You did manage to find an old revolver out in the alleyway next door, but it was sadly out of ammunition, so you mostly just kept it to twirl with your fingers like the world's most dangerous fidget spinner.

Then, as you were heading back into the main lobby with Burgerpanties pushing a very top-heavy cart of food behind you, you noticed some commotion in some nearby resort hotel rooms. Going into the loudest one, you found your Hotland Harem all inside. Type-A was on the bed jumping up and down, testing how good of a 'landing strip' it would be, as well as giving you a few good upskirt shots in the process. Amberly and Jennifray, who had apparently discovered a very large metal salad bowl, were lounging in it like a hot tub sharing some grapes in the nude while Hot Top laid below to provide the 'hot' part of the 'hot tub' equation. Skitterbug and Wasp were there too - apparently their trap didn't work out, so they were practicing wrapping up some pillows together and rubbing their bare pussies on them. No doubt practicing for the real thing.

And then, of course, there was Whip, who stood at the center of the room at a large table covered in napkins and condiments, no doubt representing New Home, your slaves, and the rest of the Underground.

"There you are, Master! So glad that you could join us~" Whip giggled as she twirled one of her whips in her fingers. "Unless you're Wasp coming back with more glitter, and if so - please, wait until we're done with the meeting, okay?"

You assured your slave that she didn't make any mistakes this time, and that you were really you.

"Perfect! Then, have a seat, and we can get started," Whip requested. You did so, plopping yourself down onto a bean-bag that Mettaton had somehow formed into the shape of a normal chair for some reason, and scooted close to observe what your slave was talking about.

"So, uh… do you girls… come here often?" Burgerpanties said as she walked up to Wasp and Skitterbug with two Glamburgers.

"Uh… no?" Wasp replied. "I mean, you look like you work here, right? Shouldn't you know who does and doesn't come here?"

"Y-yeah, I guess so," Burgerpanties replied, her face incredibly sweaty. "Say, uh, since we're all in the same harem and slaves together, it's kind of like we're already married, right?"

"Who said anything about being married?" asked Skitterbug. "Unless it's to Master, I think that idea sounds super lame."

"Of course, of course! I was just speaking in metaphysical, er, monumental, er… conceptual terms is all! You know, since our souls are supposed to be connected," Burgerpanties replied. "A-and speaking of that, uh… I think your eyes are very pretty."

"Which ones?" Skitterbug asked, blinking all five of her eyes at him.

"Th-the top ones, I guess," Burgerpanties replied before hastily changing the subject. "A-anyway, here are some nice Glamburgers! I hope you like them!" The sequin-coated burgers were partly melted in her hands.

"Uh, thanks, but I'd personally rather eat my own silk," Wasp said, pushing the bear girl's hand away.

"S-sorry, I'll get you a better burger next time," Burgerpanties apologized. "H-hey, Master! I thought you guys were supposed to be, you know… super hot and horny all the time, right?" she then whispered to you. "H-how come I still can't pick up any chicks?"

You pointed out to Burgerpanties that they were all hot and horny for you, not for her - just because she was in your harem now didn't mean that things were going to get any easier for her.

"Awww… I guess I'll always have my old pick-up guidebook." Burgerpanties took out a small book with Mettaton's face on it as you finally sat down at Whip's strategy table.

"So, as I explained before, there are two ways that we can get to New Home - through the CORE, or over it," Whip explained, gesturing toward a combo salt and pepper shaker sitting on top of a napkin dispenser to represent the city. "But no matter which way we go, we'll face stiff opposition and, even with the immense power you've gathered in your soul so far, we'll be unlikely to break through them."

"Ah, right - I almost forgot that we were trying to, like, take over the kingdom and stuff," Jennifray said as she adjusted her position in the makeshift hot tub a bit.

"Hmm, but if there's no way to get in, maybe we could just… give up?" Amberly suggested, popping another magical grape in her mouth.

"What?! And be total quitters?" Wasp gasped. "No no no no! If I got taken down by Master, then the rest of the Underground has to go down with me! There just wouldn't be any justice in the universe any other way."

"Huhuhu… even when you're a slave, you still find a way to make things about you~" Skitterbug said as she used 3 of her arms to tickle her sister's sides.

"You know, I'm probably already pregnant with Master's children…" Type-A pointed out mid-bed jump. "Given enough time, and enough loving, we could make an airfleet to bomb the city into submission."

"Don't worry, my sister slaves; Master's faith in putting me in charge of you all was not at all misplaced! New Home will be ours by the end of the day~" Whip said as you took out a Legendary Hero and began to munch on it. "For you see, I've come up with the perfect strategy to get inside! All we have to do is pretend to attack the walls with all of our might, while only four of our secret weapons infiltrate them from the rear. That is where you will come in, Master."

Whip pushed a red catsup bottle representing you toward the back of the napkin dispenser.

"All you have to do is go to the elevator at the heart of the CORE, go up to Queen Asgore's palace, and take her down," she explained. "With her as part of your harem, everyone in the city will lose hope and willingly surrender to us. The kingdom will be yours, you'll have all the power you'll need to break the barrier, and we'll all get to enjoy our new sexy future together!"

"I see, I see!" Hot Top said excitedly from her spot on the floor next to the tub. "We'll put Master's Determination and ability to take out any monster on their own to good use!"

"Hmm, that could work, but… isn't it a little risky?" Skitterbug asked, leaning against a wall and making a yo-yo out of spider silk. "I mean, if something goes wrong, then none of us will be able to get to Master to help them."

You used your determination to SAVE before assuring Skitterbug that she had nothing to worry about - you were beyond certain that this plan would go off without a hitch.

"Yeah, totally! Master has never had a plan go wrong since I've known them!" Amberly cheered.

"But… haven't you known them for, like, only a few hours?" asked Jennifray.

"Oh, yeah…" Amberly tried to flick a grape into her own mouth and missed.

"Of course I don't expect the CORE to be completely unguarded - the place was designed to stop humans from getting into New Home, after all," Whip interjected. "But that should be fine too - even if they do encounter resistance, Master can just introduce them to their sweet, sweet bonds of LV and they'll just be more soldiers for our army."

"Great! Then let's fucking do this already!" Wasp shouted, placing her foot on the table in between the mayo and the sporks. "We've got our plan, so what are we waiting for?"

"Why, the rest of Master's harem, obviously," Whip replied before licking Wasp's insolent leg. "We'll need every single girl they've gathered so far if we're going to create a big enough distraction.

"Eeeh!" Wasp shivered and jumped back from the table. "Fine… I'll go get the rest of our family and we can put on another dancing show while we wait for the rest to show up."

"Perfect! Then I'll make a few more changes to my diorama to make it easier to understand taste even better, and-" Whip cut herself off when she noticed that you had finished your meal and, with your body, soul, and dick pumping with magical energy, you were heading toward the door to the hotel room. "Eh? Hey, wait! Where are you going? I said we need to wait for the rest of your harem to arrive before we start!"

You turned around and informed her that she was wrong - they needed to wait for your harem. You, on the other hand, had no real reason not to start exploring the CORE in the meantime, just as long as you didn't get into the final elevator before they launched their attack on the city.

"Ah, I see I must have made one of my rare mistakes then," Whip said as the others watched you go. "I had assumed that you would have been nostalgic for your old slaves and wanted to see them again… I should have known that the allure of fresh meat wouldn't stop you from being pinned down. That's fine, though! I'll adjust the schedule so we'll start climbing up to the capital as soon as everyone's here! Good luck out there, Master! I look forward to seeing you up there soon~"

You could see her wave you goodbye out of the corner of your eye, but you didn't bother to return it. At this point, you were too pent up to even consider pausing for anything. It had been far, far too long since you last orgasmed, and you knew deep down that taking the rest of this kingdom was just what you needed to get over the edge. And if anyone, or anything, got in your way at this point… they wouldn't stay in your way for very long.