Within the forest - Submission



       Submission – noun
       /səbˈmɪʃən/	
       The act of allowing someone or something to have power over you.
       
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       Toriel couldn’t believe what she saw, her son, his innocence striped away as the wolf’s cum leaked from Asriel’s hole –the little prince looking pleasured as his body twitched from Arturo’s orgasm feeding his insides.
       She walked back a couple of steps, looking straight at the window, still in disbelieve as both figures began to blur. It’s her tears messing with her sight as she realizes how everything fits together, now it all made sense.
       Her steps break a twig as she retreats, Toriel turns thinking it was someone else behind her; maybe Sans, but there was no one besides her. The wolf’s ear twitches as he looks at the window. Asriel looks at him wondering what he was looking at, or looking for.
       —S-Sans? —Toriel whispers in fear, trying to hold back her tears as the ran through her cheeks—.
       No answer.
       —Is that you, Sans? —Toriel whispered again, drying her tears—.
       Again, no reply. And as she turns around again, the house is gone. As if she was living through an illusion, the cabin seemed to have disappeared completely. Toriel turned around again then back, multiple times, multiple angles –nothing. She could still hear Asriel’s moaning, the wolf’s grunting –but nothing in sight. Like trailing notes, lingering memories of what she just saw.
       Scared she begins to walk backwards, afraid to turn around and somehow be somewhere else. Maybe the small house wasn’t gone but she was; all sorts of explanations flowing through her mind.
       She eventually bumps into something that has her jumping in fear; the real Sans, who is also staggered by her presence. He was just as confused as her; making it clear he was going through an illusion of his own. But unlike Toriel’s, his was certainly one that made his ager rise –his breathing agitated and his composure more aggressive, as if he was chasing something or being chased; maybe neither, just being lost. Impossible for anyone to tell.
       —Sans! —Toriel seemed pleased—.
       —Miss Toriel, what happened? —Sans reacting to her red eyes and nose as a tear made its way out—.
       —I saw them. My sweet child and that… wolf… he… Asriel… I…
       Toriel tries to explain what she saw, what she found, but Sans’ feelings of the forest had him interrupt her, suggesting to go back and talk there instead.
       She knew right there and then that Sans had gone through something similar to her, he was rarely this cautious about something. But her heart wanted to spill out now; not later.
       One way or another, Sans managed to talk sense into her, prompting both to try and find a way back home. The forest was dense and dark, they had gone too deep now –no other option but to walk towards a single beam of light that made its way through every single tree and bush, like a guiding star in the sky meant to help lost wanderers find the right path.
       Little by little the light became stronger and larger, more and more beams of light appearing as they made their way through the forest, eventually making it out in once piece each.
       They felt relief as the sun’s light embraced them once more, wanting to thank something or someone for showing them the way.
       —Hey! What happened to the snacks?! This is totally unbelievable! —Papyrus complained—. And where’s Asriel?!
       —Sorry, Papyrus. Movie is cancelled. —Sans talked to his brother in a serious tone—.
       —What?! Cancelled?! But I, the great Papyrus was looking forward to this movie!
       —I’m sorry, Mr. Papyrus. —Interrupted Toriel—. Maybe another time.
       —Instead tell us, did Asriel say anything to you? —Sans continued—.
       —He said he forgot to ask you for a specific snack. —Papyrus sounded confused—. Maybe he’s at the store right now… Yes! He must be at the store getting Papyrus something too!
       Sans could see how hard Toriel was trying to hold back against Papyrus, he was totally oblivious to what was really going on, absolutely insane and in his own world. But she held back, trying to find comfort on his ignorance instead; as if she was wishing to be ignorant herself.
       —Miss Toriel, what did you saw back there… —After an awkward silence, Sans finally asked Toriel for her story—.
       —I… saw Asriel… —Toriel’s voice could make you feel the knot forming on her throat—. He was with him… The wolf was… My poor Asriel…
       Toriel couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. Given that she had been talking to Sans about Asriel beforehand and the movie night was their plan, he knew of the doctor’s appointment, he knew of the possible trauma diagnosis, he knew where it all pointed at –it was just that no one wanted to accept the fact.
       —Take your time, breathe. —Sans tried to calm her—. What else can you tell me?
       —After we got separated, I walked into the darkness and found some sort of cabin, it looked like someone lived there so I looked inside… But then I turned around thinking I heard you and suddenly the cabin was gone…
       —After we separated, I walked in circles over and over. Or at least I think I did… But I never saw any cabin, there was nothing there. —Sans replied—.
       —Maybe it’s his doing! He’s confusing us on purpose!
       Sans went silent, trying to find sense into what both saw and went through. He wasn’t a stranger to the unnatural, he himself had secrets of his own too extensive to tell on this tale –but they granted him with enough experience to believe in a creature capable of playing with their perception. If the wolf wanted to not be found, then there was no way to find him.
       In the meantime, as both went around their stories over and over, Asriel too made his way back to Snowdin. He didn’t know if Sans and Toriel were back or not, but he did know they were never intending on doing what they said there were going to do, so as long as he could fool Papyrus, he could trick everyone into thinking he never went anywhere himself.
       Right away Asriel made his way to one of the many stores in Snowdin and bought a couple of things, hopefully enough to convince the crazy skeleton and made his way back.
       But luck abandoned him as he approached the door, listening to his mother and Sans already inside and talking about what had happened –discussing the methods in which they would try to find the Snowdin wolf and hunt him down for his crimes.
       —He can’t get away with this, Sans. Not after what I saw. Not after what he has done to my Asriel. —Toriel said, her voice heavy with worry—. I don’t know what kind of powers he has; I don’t care either, we have to find him one way or another.
       Sans nodded; his brow furrowed in concentration.
       —You’re right. But we can’t underestimate him. It’s not easy to fool me, and I don’t take kindly to those who do.
       Toriel sighed and placed a paw on Sans’ shoulder.
       —Please, I beg of you. We have to protect my baby from him. He took him from me, I need him back…
       Outside the door, Asriel listened with a sinking heart. He knew he had to find a way to throw off Toriel and Sans’ pursuit, to keep them from capturing the Snowdin Wolf –his lover. But how?
       Asriel’s mind raced as he tried to come up with a plan. He couldn’t let Toriel and Sans harm the wolf, not after everything they had been through together. The wolf had protected him, saved him from the darkness. Asriel owed him his life. He took a deep breath and steeled himself, knowing he had to do whatever it took to save the wolf.
       Meanwhile, Toriel and Sans continued their discussion, their voices hushed but intense.
       —We need to find a way to track this wolf, to predict his movements. —Toriel said, her expression grim—. If we can anticipate his actions, we might have a chance of catching him.
       Sans nodded, his mind already whirring with possibilities.
       —Maybe we could set a trap, lure him in with something he can’t resist. But we’ll have to be careful, Toriel. One wrong move and he could slip through our fingers again.
       Toriel sighed, her eyes filled with worry.
       —What could he ever want? He already has my sweet Asriel’s innocence.
       —I know you’ll hate me for this, but Asriel is the perfect bait.
       —I am not putting Asriel into more danger! What if he does slip through your fingers?! Can you promise me he’ll be fine?!
       As Toriel and Sans continued to strategize, Asriel remained outside, his heart racing with fear and determination. He had to find a way to protect the Snowdin Wolf, no matter the cost.
       Asriel entered the house, trying his best to look casual and unsuspecting.
       —Mom? Sans? W-Where were you? —He called out, making his way towards them with an awkward laugh—.
       Toriel and Sans turned to him, their expressions a mix of relief and concern, but mostly anger.
       —Asriel, kiddo! Where have you been? —Sans asked, his voice sounding as cool as always, trying to hold back Toriel’s anger—.
       —I, uh, I went to the store to look for you both. —Asriel replied, offering a sheepish smile—. I couldn’t find you, so I just grabbed a few things for myself.
       Toriel and Sans exchanged a quick glance, Sans wanting Toriel to remain relaxed while she was ready to rain hellfire. But Toriel never took kindly to others telling her what to do, especially with how protective she was of her child. Chaos was imminent.
       —Is that so, Asriel. —Toriel said, offering Asriel the fakest smile, her teeth clenching and her composure becoming stiff—. I was beginning to believe you were lost in that forest.
       —Is… is that so? —Asriel was feeling the pressure build up—.
       Toriel pulled Asriel into a tight hug, her eyes filled with emotion.
       —Maybe being chased by a wolf.
       Asriel tried to run from the embrace, feeling a pang of guilt as he realized they knew about Arturo, and they knew about their rendezvous. The coincidence in her speech was too obvious to brush it as a case of paranoia.
       —N-Not at all! —Asriel sounded nervous—. 
       Toriel couldn’t take Asriel’s lies.
       —So I was seeing things! When he was… And you were…
       —I-I don’t know what you-
       —I saw you! —Toriel interrupted—. And you are not seeing him again!
       Asriel’s eyes widened in surprise. He wanted to defend himself or Arturo for that matter, but knew that doing so would expose him more. Instead he tried to double down.
       —Saw what? What do you even-
       Sans placed a hand on Asriel’s shoulder, his expression sympathetic.
       —We’re just... a little on edge tonight, kiddo. It’s been a long day, and we could all use some rest. —He said, then approaching Toriel—. Maybe its best if you two go home for today.
       Asriel nodded, understanding that there was more to the story than they were letting on. But he didn’t press the issue, knowing that it would only make things worse.
       As both made their way out of the house and back towards their own home, Asriel couldn’t help but feel a sense of intense worry. He couldn’t manage to avoid any mention of the Snowdin Wolf, as it seemed that Toriel and Sans were unto him the entire time. Had he done wrong by looking for him? Could Arturo be in worse danger than before thanks to his rushed actions? How much or what did Toriel saw exactly? As they got closer and closer to their destination, Asriel’s worries only multiplied while Toriel’s rage built up.
       The silence in Toriel’s behaviour caused a deep distress on Asriel’s emotions as both walked in. Even Asgore noticed something was off the second they stepped inside, but that could have easily been brushed off from the simple fact he knew nothing about Toriel’s true intentions with the “movie night” escapade. For his point of view, anything could’ve gone wrong.
       —H-Hey… you two… What happened? —Asgore understandably asked—. The skeleton brothers weren’t home?
       Asriel could not dare to respond, simply looking down at the floor in shame while Toriel’s face looked broken in pain, trying to keep her state of rage to impose on her child.
       With neither of them answering the questions laid by the father, the mother took her child straight to his room. Almost slamming the door in her way out.
       —You will not leave this room until further notice. —Toriel made very clear—. Or else.
       Asriel looked at her, his sweet eyes still in fear and panic trying to think of a combination of words that could persuade her to forget whatever she saw, lead her to believe she was seeing things or that her claims were simply not true. But nothing boarded his mind, he knew the facts too well to fabricate a good lie and she was too wise to know better than to believe that whom has committed a crime.
       The rest of the evening was spent trapped inside those four walls while he listened to his mother relate to his father precisely what she had seen, exactly what he was doing. But while Toriel painted each scene with discomfort and gruesome framing, Asriel kept looking back to it with some resemblance of care and love. More so than apologizing, he wanted nothing more than to explain to both how much this was his own doing –his acting based on the free will of those who care for another and wish to protect them. Admit to his growing bond with whom should be his abuser.
       Even as the night began to fall, Asriel’s mind wandered on the ideas and speeches that could sell them the idea of what his soul wanted to say and the more it wandered the more it deviated off; but always to the same object of mind. The Snowdin wolf.
       Even without saying his name, or actively talking to him as you would talk to your god, his soul asked for him, begging for his return as a way to heal up the wounds left by today’s suffering.
       The gusts of wind blowing through the window sounding almost like his howls, the chilling breeze sending shivers down Asriel’s spine as he dazed off in the memories of his warm embrace.
       His wishes might as well have been too strong, how else could you explain the shape of his lover forming around him out of nowhere? His breath materializing from thin air, gently crashing against his head.
       —Crying out for me? I couldn’t feel any happier. —The voice of the wolf whispered to his ears—. Couldn’t possibly left those prays unanswered.
       —A-Arturo?!
       Asriel turned around, trying to find the source of his voice. It felt so genuine, even more than the previous times he visited him.
       —A-Are you there, Arturo?
       The prince continued to look around to no avail so he thought of something else. What if he just pictured the wolf in his mind? Many times they saw each other; for Asriel sure it was a piece of cake to recreate his partner.
       He began with small things like his smell. The strong odour of the forest in animal form, the scent of the wolf’s breath that constantly crashed against his face as he was getting fucked, the aroma of Arturo’s seed after he had cum.
       Next he pictured his touch, the hands caressing his body, too big to push them away. His claws scratching the surface of his skin under his fur.
       Asriel delved deeper, summoning the textures of his lover. The course, wiry fur beneath his hands, the rough pads of his paws, the sleek, muscular lines of his body. He remembered the warmth of the great beast, the comforting weight of him pressed close. The image of the wolf’s eyes formed in his mind, crimson red pools reflecting the world with a predatory intelligence that was both terrifying and alluring.
       The sounds of the forest filled his ears. The crunch of leaves underfoot, the distant howl, the rustling of small creatures in the undergrowth. 
       Asriel focused on the feeling of the wolf’s body against his own, the heat of their shared existence. He could feel the strong, steady heartbeat beneath his ear, a drumbeat of life and power. The memory of the wolf’s tongue, rough and warm, licking at his face was a sensation that brought a shiver of longing.
       With each passing moment, the illusion grew more vivid, more real. The wolf was there, his form as solid and tangible as any physical being. Asriel could feel the tension in his muscles, the subtle shift of weight as the wolf moved. He was no longer alone. He was with his partner, his protector, his lover.
       A sense of peace washed over him. In this world of his creation, he was safe. He was loved.
       —Ask and you shall receive. —Arturo once again whispered to Asriel’s ears—.
       The goat prince turned around and there he was, the Snowdin wolf embracing his small body like a father figure, his naked body imposing as it is.
       Asriel felt a sudden rush of happiness as he saw him, words couldn’t be completed as he tried to talk back. Right away trying to warn him about the upcoming troubles yet to unfold due to their carelessness in their actions.
       The wolf simply smiled; he knew better. For him there was nothing to be wary of and was certain of his victory –the prince was his and no one else’s.
       —This is all my fault… —Asriel looked down; face covered in repent—. I shouldn’t have looked for you, you shouldn’t have made a deal with me…
       —Yet you did. And I know deep within you; you are glad you did. —Arturo leaned for a wicked kiss—.
       Their kiss was gentle and wet. Arturo’s hand touching Asriel’s face with care as the little goat succumbed to him. They had unfinished business after all, being interrupted by unwanted visitors that same day.
       But as Asriel broke down into submission, the Snowdin wolf did what was not expected from him. A sudden change to tender and sweet love emanated from him as he guided the prince to his bed. No rushes, no forced movements or struggle; consensual or not –pure, unaltered love.
       Gradually, the sounds of the outside world turned mute and only the echoes of their own breathing reigned, the palpitation of their hearts giving rhythm to their love. The resonances emanating from their kissing created an erotic symphony as they continued.
       Softly, Arturo let Asriel get on top of him; but the prince didn’t ride his cock just yet. Instead, the young goat backed up to be between the wolf’s legs. Lying on front pushing his head against his length intoxicated in his odour.
       Asriel’s nose poked his balls, smelling him like a drug addict, using his hands to caress them as he felt Arturo’s cock throbbing against his forehead, precum leaking over him.
       He started by licking his ballsack, over and over. Moving his tongue upwards to his shaft –right from where his cock pokes out. His tongue almost reaching his knot.
       Then he came down again to his testicles, licking them for a second time. Asriel kept doing both things time and time again as the minutes walked by, less focused on simple and quick pleasure and going instead for a more long-lasting experience for both.
       Even as he began to suck him off it was in such a gentle manner. Continuing to play with his sack, Asriel used his hands to pet them carefully as he kissed and licked Arturo’s knot. He didn’t even care for the rest of it –only caring for his knot and showing his dedication to it.
       The wolf’s smell was so strong that night, it drove Asriel to a state of both lust and numbness –like being more than ready to go crazy but choosing to stay loose and ready to be used. He was ready for Arturo to abuse him as he had done until now, but even the wolf appeared to be having a better time just letting the prince show his loyalty to him.
       Next, Asriel licked his length like a kid licks an icicle. One lick at a time, from base to top. Cleaning it from the leaking precum from earlier, tasting it with every bit of his tongue –getting intoxicated by its flavour.
       With every passing second, Asriel’s breathing turned more and more into big intakes of air with long pauses between them. His tongue dripped saliva all over his lover as he turned into repeating the mentioned cycle all over again from the start.
       Asriel loved his balls, his shaft, his knot, his cock. It was his biggest source of pleasure and happiness ever since they met, and just now he realized it. He lived and breathed for his member now.
       Arturo found it amusing too, even finding some sort of cuteness from it as one finds it on a pet that does everything to please its master. That is what Asriel was now –his pet, his toy, his plaything.
       Just to tease him, the wolf moved him with this hindpaws to see how much he could drive him away from him; just to see the young prince playing along with it. It reached a point where Asriel finally let go of his cock worship to paw licking; surprising the wolf in the process.
       The same way he cared for his cock, he cared for his feet as the little goat licked around his beans, putting a whole finger inside his mouth and going one by one. Arturo was into it once he approached his other leg to him and saw Asriel repeat the same with each finger from both legs, then the whole paws getting licked.
       At this point Asriel’s tongue was red and sore; it hurt him yet he loved it. It was as if the sting had become his prize, evidence of his dedication to the Snowdin wolf.
       But now Arturo wanted to explore even further. He gently hinted to him to give him his little paws too, returning the favour. But the size difference was clear, the wolf didn’t even flinch when licking the whole thing in a single go. It was as if he could actually eat the poor goat kid if he wanted to all this time.
       Once he was done, he returned Asriel his legs, but placed them around his cock. The prince knew what to do next.
       Covering Arturo’s cock with his own saliva as he caressed it with his paws. So small and soft, the feeling was unreal as Asriel began to masturbate him with his feet. He even tried to play with sack too, but the position was now a little awkward for him to do it correctly.
       Moved by it, the wolf smiled at Asriel and even moved in a way that would give him better odds at playing around his crotch. The prince took this to his advantage almost immediately.
       His paws could now reach almost any part of his member and had the skill to faster their pace as he learned how to properly move them up and down –like having a new set of arms to hold him with.
       Arturo took part in it too as he moved his hips to Asriel’s rhythm, both taking a role in the act without the need for words anymore. All it took was to listen to each other’s moans and struggles to know what to do next as the true language of love is not words, but silent actions.
       The wetness of his paws made them slide on his cock with such an ease than felt fantastic, Arturo could feel himself drive on the edge with each stroke. It was better than any masturbation he had received until then, he could easily get used to it or even make it his new favourite thing. But truth be told, what he was experiencing was delight based upon Asriel’s submission, his “new” fetish was simply due to never having a victim that fully committed to him the way Asriel did –all of them running and wishing they had never fell under his spell and manipulations. Maybe it was the prince’s age, his innocence or his nature to please others. Whichever was it, the wolf had now found his significant other.
       Asriel felt similarly too, as he masturbated the wolf with his little paws he could feel their connection. Making him happy; pleasing him in any way he requested made him feel like he belonged to his side. Even when their first encounters were forced upon him he grew to realize it was meant to be. Why would anyone go through the trouble of what the wolf did to him if not because his feelings were genuine? The wolf wanted him, it was only fair to give himself to him.
       As Arturo’s cum began to cover his little feet it was as if a new deal was sealed.
       The wolf’s moans echoed in the room like music for Asriel’s ears. Without a second to lose he changed his position to clean his cock with his mouth just to keep him pleased.
       Once again their sexual encounter lasted for hours, trying new things as Arturo knot-fucked his mouth; reaching deep inside Asriel’s throat as he choked on his cock. He could feel the wolf’s meat bulge his neck with each thrust and even as he came inside you could see the stream of cum leave his gland. And this time there was no pain, no struggle or fight –his body was made for the wolf to be used.
       Asriel too would climax once or twice while the wolf fucked him. Each time Arturo would force his knot inside him a new stream of cum would leave him as it reached his g-spot.
       The little goat was even given some spotlight as he was given the chance to pick a position. Choosing to ride his cock just so the wolf could see how good of a fleshlight he was, bringing attention to the abdominal bulge Asriel would get each time he took it all inside –even placing Arturo’s hand over it so he could feel himself through him. Petting Asriel’s tummy was like masturbating through him as cum filled him.
       By the time they had finished it was morning once more and as one would expect, it was time for the wolf to go.
       Asriel, who was deep in sleep by then, was left unaware, but not unrewarded. As he woke up he saw the wolf had leaved something for him, a reminder of his new role. A buttplug for him to wear at all times that only Arturo could take off. A new deal between the two.
       He wore it proudly too, each time he sit he could feel it poke him, each time he walked or moved it reminded him of his place and Asriel was happy for that –his purpose was finally known to him.
       But reality crawled back to him as he overheard Toriel talking with Sans on the phone. Would Arturo be safe? Was part of his new life to protect him? Deep inside Asriel knew he was safe and that it was better to trust him than to endanger himself for his sake; but what kind of lover doesn’t put his life on the line for those they care for?
       
       ***
       
       —How is Asriel doing? —Sans asked Toriel before entering the forest—.
       —He’ll be better once we deal with this.
       Toriel had a face filled with determination, one only seen by a mother whose only goal in life is to protect their children. Even Sans shared this feeling as both penetrated the forest for a second time.
       And unlike last time, they were ready. They would remain close to each other at all times, mark their surroundings as they went along to know whether or not they were walking in circles or falling for an illusion.
       At first each step felt like making progress, but the forest was simply too much for two to handle; as the day went by that progress felt stagnant and eventually worthless.
       From time-to-time random noises would pique their interest, driving them away from their path –a gentle distraction, but do it too often and it begins to pass as environmental sounds, often ignored. But even then it did not matter, the wolf only showed himself when he wanted to and to whom he wanted to.
       As darkness enveloped them, the forest transformed into a realm of shadows. The familiar sounds of the day were replaced by an orchestra of the unknown. A twig snapping, an owl’s hoot, the distant howl of a creature -each noise, a potential harbinger of danger.
       Toriel and Sans huddled closer, their breaths misting in the cold night air. In that shared vulnerability, a silent pact was formed. They were alone, two against the unknown. But they were together, and that was strength enough to face whatever horrors the forest held. Yet Sans, as the voice of reason called for retreat.
       The day was over and to continue their search in darkness was nothing but foolish endeavours. If they were to find any clue, smarts would outperform senseless pursuit.
       And as Toriel returned home empty handed, Asriel finally relaxed. Arturo was safe.
       Never had he felt so relieved yet so worried. How long would it take them to give up? Could they find him? Asriel was unaware of the wolf’s powers after all, so unless told; for him the risk was forever present.
       But quite in a literal sense; deep inside, he knew Arturo was safe –each time the buttplug poked him.
       Furthermore, the very next day after Toriel had left the house to meet with Sans for another day of searching, the wolf paid him a visit again –to keep his worries low and his balls dry as he fucked Asriel silly once more. For the following days becoming a routine for both every time Toriel left –eventually becoming an exciting venture each time Asriel saw her leave.
       And with each passing day, Toriel would lose authority over her child. When she would demand answers from him, Asriel would deny everything, call her crazy and even request to never be allowed outside; just so he wouldn’t have to worry about dealing with her, eventually barricading his own door so she couldn’t get in either.
       Their relationship would shatter more and more to a point that, even when Asgore tried to intervene it was already too late.
       The wolf had completely broken the once gentle and pure goat kid and with it he had destroyed their home. Neither of his parents knew what to do next. It had gotten to such an extreme that even during their discussions, Arturo was already balls deep inside Asriel as he ignored Toriel’s shouting.
       And when Arturo was tired of being second plate to the conversation, he liked to shut Asriel up by putting a finger or two inside his mouth, like a fish hook as he rammed his knot in and pushed his body against the bed, the wall, or wherever they were doing it at, leaving the poor mother to talk to herself after that.
       Other days, a little calm would find them and they would simply cuddle in bed, with Arturo fingering Asriel gently as he masturbated him. No rough sex or violent action, just gentle lovemaking as he showered the prince in kisses and licks.
       From time to time, Asriel would spend an eternity frotting his penis against the wolf’s cock, hugging Arturo as he pretended to fuck him –the closest he would get to breaking his role as the pet. And even then, after reaching climax he had to get down and clean him with nothing but his tongue.
       A symbiotic relationship, were both learn to need each other. If the wolf needed release; only Asriel gave it to him; and vice versa, if the prince wanted some –only Arturo was allowed to give it to him. No longer did his makeshift toys or masturbation affected him, only the wolf’s touch was able to excite him the right way.
       Meanwhile, as days went by with no success, Toriel would begin to be affected by her powerless position and Sans, who once felt had the power to do anything to protect those he loved now had to crash into the realization that he had met his match.
       The forest was now covered in their markings, each path; tree and stone turned in hopes to find a clue that simply wasn’t there to begin with. Each day running more and more out of ideas on how to find him –with each talk turning into discussion and arguments as Sans tried to lift the spirits for both.
       Even Asgore had tried to do his part along the way. Talking to Asriel through the door, sneaking some treats so he could earn his trust, even going as far as to pretend to be accepting of his actions. But words always bounced back as if no one was there to hear them.
       Not even those who once fell to the wolf’s charms were able to assist, everyone saying the same things. “You never go looking for the Snowdin wolf, and if you find him run. His call is strong and knows when to hunt.” Was the most they could get out of them.
       And even when talked about the prince were they able to help, as no one had answered the called before. The question remained, what had caused Asriel to return? Why would the most upbeat monster, the child with the brightest smile allowed himself to be treated the way the wolf treated him?
       Now the months had gone by and nothing was achieved. With time even the one-sided conversations had stopped and Asriel was finally granted the solitude he so wished for.
       Of course, no one was happier than the wolf and the goat, they no longer had interruptions or distractions.
       But something was missing, even Asriel noticed it as peace settled.
       —Why don’t you live here with me? —Asriel asked Arturo as he pushed his head against the wolf’s chest—.
       —In due time.
       —Am I not enough?
       —Would I be here if you weren’t?
       —Then why? It’s been a couple of days now; I don’t think they care anymore.
       —You’ll know when it’s time.
       The wolf’s words comforted him. But he wanted that time to be now, not later. He had given himself to him and yet there was no returned investment.
       Patience was not the goat’s forte and it shadowed him with doubt. Maybe he wasn’t enough but what else could he do for Arturo to show him his worth? Sex was good, he even learned all the ways he could get the wolf to cum almost on command. At this point he was even a cocksleeve to him as Arturo would use him as such just for amusement. Holding his cock inside even outside of sex.
       There wasn’t a night where he wouldn’t stay away wondering what else was left to do and a day where his hope would replenish after the wolf’s visit. Maybe it was time, the time wasn’t right. As long as he kept seeing him he guessed it would be ok.
       After all patience is a virtue, and those who wait will eventually get their reward.
       The nights were growing colder, and with each descending chill, Asriel’s heart seemed to freeze a little more. The wolf’s words, a distant echo in the cavernous halls of his mind, offered little warmth. He was adrift, a solitary vessel on a tempestuous sea, yearning for the lighthouse of Arturo’s return.
       The window, a silent sentinel in his room, became an obsession. It was through that frame he imagined Arturo’s silhouette, a fleeting phantom in the night. Sometimes, when the wind howled, he could almost hear the wolf’s voice carried on the gale, a whisper promising a reunion.
       One evening, as the last vestiges of daylight faded, a peculiar sensation washed over him. It was a pull, a magnetic force drawing him to the window. Heart pounding, he approached it, his breath misting the glass. The room was cloaked in twilight, but the world outside was a canvas painted in hues of indigo and silver.
       A chill, unlike the ordinary nocturnal cold, enveloped him. The air carried a scent, familiar yet intangible, like the forest after rain. It was then he saw it: a sliver of light, a breach in the night’s inky blackness. It was as if the world outside had been split open, revealing a hidden path.
       With a trembling hand, Asriel reached out and touched the glass. It was cold, almost inhumanly so. Yet, with a surge of courage born of desperation, he pushed the window open. The night air rushed in, carrying with it the promise of something unknown.
       Hesitantly, he stepped onto the sill. The world below stretched out like a vast, indifferent expanse. But the light beckoned, a siren song pulling him forward. Without conscious thought, he launched himself into the void.
       He fell, or perhaps soared, the wind rushing past him, a comforting embrace. Fear was a distant echo as he plummeted towards the beckoning light. And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the descent ended.
       His feet touched solid ground, soft and yielding like earth. He was standing in a forest, a place untouched by civilization, a realm bathed in an ethereal glow. Towering trees, their leaves shimmering with an inner light, cast elongated shadows that danced in the twilight. And there, in a clearing bathed in moonlight, stood a figure.
       Tall and imposing, cloaked in shadow yet radiating an aura of warmth, the figure turned to face him. Asriel’s breath caught in his throat. It was Arturo, his features etched with a mixture of longing and determination.
       The wolf’s eyes, twin pools of molten lava, held Asriel captive. A silent understanding passed between them; a language older than time. And in that moment, as they stood face to face, the world seemed to hold its breath.
       Asriel’s heart pounded a rhythm of anticipation. His steps toward Arturo were hesitant, then urgent, as if pulled by an invisible cord. The wolf’s silhouette, etched against the moonlit canvas, seemed to shimmer, inviting. With each stride, the forest deepened, a verdant embrace swallowing the world. The undergrowth, once dense and forbidding, softened into a carpet of emerald. Towering trees, their branches laden with luminescent foliage, formed a cathedral of nature.
       Arturo’s pace was steady, a silent conductor leading through this enchanted symphony. The air was thick with the scent of pine and wet earth, a heady elixir invigorating the senses. The ground beneath their feet transitioned from crisp leaves to a cushion of soft moss. The forest floor, once shrouded in twilight, began to brighten with an ethereal glow. It was as if the sun, trapped within the canopy, was slowly awakening.
       The scent of pine gradually yielded to a sweeter aroma; a promise of life reborn. Snow, once a pristine blanket, dwindled to scattered patches, revealing emerald shoots pushing through the frozen earth. A gentle slope appeared, leading into a hidden valley. There, where the forest met an open expanse, nature painted its most vibrant masterpiece. A crystalline lake mirrored the sky, its surface undisturbed save for the soft lapping of invisible shores. And beyond, a field of wildflowers stretched as far as the eye could see, a riot of colours against the green canvas.
       Arturo halted; his form outlined against the breathtaking panorama. Asriel stood at the precipice of wonder, heart and soul consumed by the beauty before him. This was no ordinary forest; it was a sanctuary, a secret realm where time seemed suspended. And in the heart of it, with Arturo as his guide, Asriel felt a sense of belonging he had never known.
       As if drawn by an unseen force, Asriel and Arturo moved towards each other. Their eyes locked, a silent communion passing between them. Slowly, inexorably, as they dived deep within the forest, after the snow turned into green fields they too turned into a feral form symbolizing their departure from their original lives as the wolf and the goat took on their natural shapes, clothes left behind. The familiar contours of humanity yielded to something primal, ancient.
       When the metamorphosis was complete, they stood facing each other, two beings born of earth and sky. Asriel, a creature of gentle slopes and sun-kissed meadows. Arturo, a spirit of the wild, a guardian of shadows. And yet, in their transformed state, their bond was stronger than ever.
       A low, guttural sound escaped Arturo’s throat, a primal invitation. Asriel felt a surge of desire, a yearning as old as time. The world around them faded, replaced by the intensity of their shared gaze. Slowly, they approached each other, their bodies trembling with anticipation. As their forms drew closer, a spark ignited between them, a connection as ancient as the earth itself. Their bodies met in a primal embrace, a fusion of wildness and tenderness. In that moment, beneath the canopy of the enchanted forest, as the first rays of dawn kissed the horizon, their love story reached a crescendo, a symphony of nature and passion.
       And they kissed, Arturo on top of Asriel as they laid on the grass, naked and feral creatures.
       Asriel felt complete, having the big bad wolf on top of him, compared to his small and gentle frame as his four legs spread to invite him in.
       Arturo, the majestic grey wolf, nuzzled his nose against Asriel’s soft, curly fur. Asriel, the small but spirited goat, basked in the warmth of his companion’s embrace. The forest canopy, a tapestry of emerald and gold, filtered the sunlight into dappled patterns on the forest floor. The scent of pine needles and damp earth filled the air.
       Until now, their love story had been unconventional, a testament to the unexpected ways in which hearts could connect. Arturo, the feared predator, had found solace and companionship in the gentle Asriel. And Asriel, once timid and alone, had blossomed under Arturo’s protective gaze.
       They had met by chance, a serendipitous encounter deep within the heart of the Snowdin forest. Asriel had learned to trust Arturo, to rely on him for protection and comfort. Their love was a silent symphony, a connection that transcended words.
       Finally, the Snowdin wolf took the bait the prince laid to him, his large and thick canine cock entering Asriel’s tight hole just like they had done so many times before. But this time it was different –Asriel’s body was completely limp, every muscle giving up so the wolf could play with him however he wanted to.
       The predator dominating the prey, penetrating the goat in a mating press that pushed him into the ground as he thrusted in, and lifted him airborne as Arturo’s cock left his body, hold only by his grand knot as it was forced inside and out of Asriel.
       And as his anus got knot fucked, the forest sang to the pitch of his moans while the wolf’s breath intoxicated his mouth. Both of their tails wagging in joy as fireflies began to lit up the scene for the moon was reaching its peak.
       The force of Arturo’s balls hitting against his buttcheeks creating an echo that gave rhythm to their love song. Asriel’s throat getting violated by the wolf’s tongue that made its way inside in an imponent kiss.
       A deep penetration that went on both ends as his insides rearranged to make way.
       The grass and dried out leaves crunched beneath Asriel as his mind wandered back to that day; when he first went deeper into the Snowdin Forest. The ancient trees, their branches heavy with snow, casting long, eerie shadows. He was on a quest, a foolish one, perhaps, but one he felt compelled to undertake. He sought the Snowdin Wolf, a creature of legend, said to be as elusive as the wind.
       Asriel had always been a dreamer, prone to flights of fancy. The tales of the Snowdin Wolf had captured his imagination. He believed that if he could find the wolf, he would discover a truth about him, a piece yet to uncover.
       But the memory was not as it once was, how it really happened, instead his mind had built a new remembrance of the events, one that fit better to his connection with the wolf.
       As he rounded a bend in the path, he heard a soft whimper. His heart raced. What could that be? He followed the sound, his eyes scanning the snowy landscape in fear, alone in the dark. And by the time he realized he was lost; he came to him.
       It was the Snowdin Wolf. Bigger than he had imagined, its fur matted with snow, but its eyes held a wisdom that belied its size. Asriel approached cautiously, the wolf offering a gentle hand. The prince hesitated, then nuzzled into his palm.
       Asriel knew that from that day forward, he would be safe as long as he was with him. At first everyone tried to push him away, separate the two no matter what, but love always wins, and he had won.
       Now the wolf could keep him safe, warm, and most importantly, loved.
       The creature who once was described as a feral monster; that took all that he wanted, turned out to be just a being who wanted to love –and Asriel was willing to take his love as his own. He was not afraid.
       And the wolf did just that. He cared for him, looked after him even during his worst nightmares. So it was only fair for Asriel to give back some of that love, by letting him do with his body as he pleased.
       Unsurprisingly, Arturo did that, in fact he took more and more until there was nothing left but a vessel for him to mold.
       A wicked but honest love between him who hunts and that who is hunted.
       What a joy as the wolf shots his load, what a pleasure as the goat feels his body being filled with warm nectar. The prince can’t help himself as he comes too and it ends up spreading all over his weak body, still moving arround by the non-stop thrusting of the canine –semen flying out from him as the knot keeps getting pulled in and out of him, shortly covering all his rear with it.
       The little goat twitched in a barrage of multiple orgasms as his lover seems to never stop ravaging his body. The more Arturo fucks him, the deeper their love becomes, it seems.
       For the opera of moaning and pleasure doesn’t end for either of them. As one load ends, the next begins.
       Asriel can’t move, can’t think. The more he takes the more he wants –unbothered by the doubt of whether his body can take it or not, it is simply never enough.
       Arturo, of course, continues unaffected by such thoughts, as he was simply taking what was his to take anyways. Fucking his toy until it breaks.
       But the prince would never break, what kind of lover would let down that whom give them freedom? No, he was going to endure; for his love was stronger than anything. That’s what true lovers do.
       As such, the love making continued uninterrupted for far too long –but long enough to truly satisfy both. The little goat claiming the final and bigger price of them all, his partner’s smile.
       Asriel finally knew it. He was good enough and the wolf nuzzled him as an additional reward.
       Without warning, Arturo suddenly moved again, taking his cock out of him and making his way to Asriel’s rear.
       It was covered in both of their cum. Asriel’s penis still twitching as it leaked the last drops of semen. His anus dilatated from the forced stretching needed to take Arturo’s knot and slowly closing as the wolf’s seed overflowed.
       The goat was happy, he was sure Arturo was proud of his performance too and was simply admiring his own work –and wondered what would his lover do next.
       And to no one’s surprise, the game was not yet over with Arturo diving down into Asriel’s tight butt hole. But, instead of licking away the excess fluids as you would expect, he began thrusting his tongue inside Asriel’s rectum.
       It wasn’t long before Asriel’s entire body tensed up and started convulsing as he began to moan yet again, screaming cute goat sounds. But this time, it wasn’t just another round of intense pleasure but also an overwhelming sense of release and satisfaction. A different feeling compared to the one he felt while being used. The kind of feeling you get when someone cares for you.
       As if sensing Asriel’s need for relief, Arturo gently massaged Asriel’s prostate while maintaining a steady rhythm, causing him to groan deeply. It only took seconds before Asriel climaxed again, leaving him feeling lightheaded and weakened. “I was such a good toy; he’s cleaning me too.” He thought.
       Arturo didn’t waste any time. With gentle pressure applied, Arturo pushed his tongue into Asriel’s ass, stretching it wider and wider until it fit perfectly snugly within, his muzzle so widely open it looked like he was about to eat him instead.
       With each passing moment, Asriel felt himself being pushed towards ecstasy once again, the intensity building rapidly. His eyes rolled back as he arched his back and cried out in delight, holding onto dear life for support as his hooves swinged in the air.
       And then, without any warning, Arturo slammed his tongue deep inside Asriel’s ass with forceful movements, just like he would do when thrusting with his cock, sending Asriel’s mind spiralling even higher. For several minutes, Asriel remained motionless, completely immersed in his own personal paradise.
       Finally, when Asriel had fully regained control of his senses, he found himself lying flat on his back with Arturo still cleaning him up, smiling warmly.
       He was so happy; if he let Arturo continue any longer he would feel the need to give something back just to compensate. Not wanting to have the last act for himself as that would be selfish.
       Unsurprisingly, Arturo did not have such worries. Once again for him this was simply part of his enjoyment –even giving some time, love and care for his partner was seen by him as part of that self-focused pleasure. A way of showing he was just that good.
       So, once he was done cleaning Asriel –the next step began. Arturo’s crotch was also covered in cum after all.
       Asriel saw in awe as the wolf got up and now he turned around, was it his turn now? Should he get up to rim his ass too? The answers came on their own as Arturo walked backwards, eventually having his cock near Asriel’s mouth.
       Muscle memory kicked in as he opened his mouth to let it in and Arturo lowered his rear for the sucking to start, a sixty-nine of sorts, since Asriel would not be getting sucked off this time.
        It felt warm and sticky, but Asriel loved it. Licking and sucking as Arturo moved it up and down –seeing if he could get to knot his mouth as well for the simple hell of it.
       The top of his knot, just like when they were their original selves, did reach all the way down his throat. You could see it mold Asriel’s neck as it went in and out feeling his mouth with residual cum; choking on both.
       -- Arturo pounded into him harder, causing Asriel to moan louder as he continued to take Arturo deeper inside himself.
       Asriel gagged on the thickness of Arturo’s canine penis. He began to panic, wondering how long he could keep taking Arturo’s massive member without choking or gagging uncontrollably, he had endured so much, he had to endure this too, to prove himself worthy. He couldn't bring himself to pull away, enjoying the sensation of being filled completely. He knew that once he pulled off Arturo’s dick, it would mean losing this connection with him. And though he didn’t want to admit it, he was scared that once he removed Arturo’s cock from his throat, he might not be able to get it back inside him again.
       The little goat could feel his body pass out and still respond independently as this continued. It was proof of his subconscious being at par with his sentient self, both devoted to their partner.
       Asriel finally managed to pull Arturo’s cock out of his throat, breathing heavily and shaking slightly due to exertion. But it was only temporary as not long after Arturo fucked his mouth again, just to force his knot inside his mouth, and feed him one last load of warm cum that quickly overflowed –the prince trying hard to drink as much as he could.
       The wolf was proud of him, even as his little lover was still choking on his semen he laid next to him with a smile –silently telling him that despite it all he would never be truly harmed.
       He closed this message with a kiss. Asriel’s mouth covered in Arturo’s cum, and vice versa, Arturo’s mouth, with the residuals of Asriel’s from before. They finally tasted each other in a moment of bliss.
       Asriel and Arturo lay entwined, their bodies warm and content. The goat's fur, soft and luxurious, was a perfect counterpoint to the wolf's rough, protective coat. Their breaths mingled, a gentle melody in the night’s stillness.
       They had found a peace in their bond, a harmony that resonated with the very essence of the forest. Their love, once confined to secrecy, had blossomed into something more, something wild and untamed. They were no longer just lovers; they were a part of the natural world, intertwined with its rhythms and mysteries.
       Asriel felt a newfound freedom. The world was his playground, his grazing grounds. He bounded through the undergrowth with a joyous abandon, his hooves lightly touching the soft earth. Arturo, the wolf, was his constant companion, his protector. He watched over Asriel with a watchful eye, ensuring his safety and well-being.
       After that night, they explored the depths of the forest, discovering hidden trails and secret groves. They encountered other creatures, some friendly, some wary. But they faced every challenge with courage and determination, their bond growing stronger with each passing day.
       The forest became their home, their sanctuary. They knew every nook and cranny, every tree and stream. They learned the language of the creatures that inhabited it, understanding their calls and their behaviours. They became guardians of the forest, protecting it from harm and ensuring its balance. Almost every day closed with some form of passionate fornication.
       Their love, a tapestry woven with threads of trust, loyalty, and companionship, deepened with each passing day. Asriel, the gentle goat, found solace in Arturo's protective presence. The wolf, in turn, derived a sense of purpose from his role as the goat's protector. Their bond, a symbiotic relationship forged in the heart of the forest, was a testament to the enduring power of love.
       They shared secrets whispered in the rustling leaves; dreams whispered in the gentle breeze. Their conversations were a symphony of understanding, a language spoken only by two hearts that beat as one. They were more than lovers; they were soulmates, connected by a bond that transcended words.
       Their days were filled with joy, their nights with sex. They explored the forest together, their love echoing through the trees. They shared meals of wild berries and nuts, their appetites whetted by the thrill of the hunt. They curled up together at night, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in unison.
       Arturo, with his keen senses and protective instincts, was always there to shield Asriel from danger. He would stand guard while Asriel grazed, his watchful eyes scanning the forest for any sign of threat. Asriel, in turn, provided Arturo with a sense of belonging, a place where he could relax and be himself.
       Their love was a refuge, a sanctuary amidst the wildness of the forest. It was a beacon of hope, a testament to the enduring power of human connection. And as they continued their journey together, their love grew stronger, deeper, more profound.
       Meanwhile, in the bustling city of New Home, Asriel's parents, Toriel and Asgore, were consumed by grief. Their beloved son had vanished, leaving behind only a trail of breadcrumbs that led to the edge of the forest. Despite their tireless search, they had found no trace of him.
       Sans, Toriel's old friend and a renowned monster, had joined the search. His sharp mind and keen intuition led him to the same conclusion as Toriel and Asgore: Asriel had likely ventured into the forest. But the forest was a vast, untamed wilderness, and the chances of finding him seemed slim.
       Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Still, Toriel and Asgore refused to give up hope. They continued their search, their hearts heavy with sorrow. Sans, though he tried to remain optimistic, could not shake the feeling that they might never see Asriel again.
       Asriel and Arturo, oblivious to the frantic search for them, continued their peaceful existence in the forest. They were unaware of the pain and suffering they were causing their loved ones. They simply lived each day to the fullest, their love a beacon of light in the darkness of the world.
       Time passed, and the seasons changed. Spring bloomed into summer, summer into autumn, and autumn into winter. Asriel and Arturo weathered the storms, huddled together for warmth. Their love, a fire that burned brightly in the heart of the forest, kept them going.
       
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       To love truly is to embark on a voyage into the uncharted depths of one's own heart, a perilous expedition that can leave you battered and bruised, yet ultimately rewarded with a treasure beyond measure.
       The road to true love is paved with obstacles, some small and easily surmountable, others towering and seemingly insurmountable. There are the doubts that gnaw at your soul, the insecurities that whisper in your ear, the fears that paralyze you. There are the betrayals that shatter your trust, the misunderstandings that sow seeds of discord, the disappointments that leave you feeling lost.
       But amidst the chaos, there is also beauty. There is the thrill of discovery, the joy of shared experiences, the comfort of knowing that someone is always there for you. There is the strength that comes from overcoming adversity, the resilience that emerges from the ashes of heartbreak.
       Loving someone is like planting a seed in fertile soil. It requires nurturing, care, and patience. It demands unwavering commitment, even in the face of adversity. It necessitates a willingness to compromise, to forgive, and to let go.
       It is a journey of self-discovery, a chance to learn about yourself and the person you love. It is a test of your character, a measure of your resilience. It is a testament to the enduring power of human connection.
       But it is also a risk. It is a gamble that could result in heartbreak and disappointment. It is a leap of faith that could leave you falling into the abyss.
       And yet, despite the risks, the rewards are immeasurable. The love of another person can fill your life with meaning, purpose, and joy. It can give you the strength to overcome challenges, the courage to face your fears, and the hope that sustains you through the darkest of times.
       To love truly is to be vulnerable, to open your heart to the possibility of pain. But it is also to be alive, to experience the full spectrum of human emotion. It is to be connected to something larger than yourself, to be a part of something beautiful and enduring.
       So, if you find yourself standing at the crossroads of love, do not hesitate. Take the leap, embrace the risk, and let your heart be guided by the light of love. For in the end, it is the journey that matters, not the destination. It is the love itself that is the true treasure.
       Submit yourself to it, and it will guide you.
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