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Chapter 12 - Conditioning Toriel

Source: Undertale

Lead: Switch

Tags: Mandom, Rape, Hyper, Furry

"What a terrible creature, torturing such poor, innocent youth…

Ah, do not be afraid, my child.

I am TORIEL, caretaker of the RUINS.

I pass through this place every day to see if anyone has fallen down.

You are the first human to come here in a long-

Excuse me."

Her eyes drop to eye Frisk's bare legs.

"Would you like some pants?

I can see your… privates…"

Toriel turns to look the other way.

"Sorry.

My clothes were torn on the way down."

As if he wore pants to begin with. Frisk apologises and looks to where he fell from. He stands there with rips at his shirt and minor injuries over his body.

"I will do my best to ensure your protection during your time here.

Come! I will guide you through the catacombs.

And we will head home so I can find you a pair.

This way."

Toriel leads down a hall of petals and heads through a doorway outlined with vines, expecting Frisk to follow behind.

Frisk's balls hung to his knees and his limp cock drooped even further. Even still, Toriel wasn't phased. Perhaps she was used to that sort of thing. (Cut to Asriel's conception) As she leads the way through the catacombs, Frisk keeps the expression of a blank slate and sits back on a boulder to please himself. He starts by running a finger along the length of his MONSTER COCK and feels the blood begin to fluctuate. He feels his balls begin to pulse as they hang against the stone and wraps his hand around his girth, barely making it halfway. And it's not at full mast just yet. He begins to stroke until the half of his meat slaps against his forehead and begins to throb often. Frisk eyes Toriel as she continues away and fantasises about the fun they could have.

"Whatever she is, I'm gonna fuck her."

He dirty-talks to himself in whispers about TEARING her up in bed. Throating her till she drowns in his cum. Impregnating her one way or the other.

-

"I noticed you've been kind of quiet…

Are you w-worried about meeting ASGORE...?

...

W-well, don't worry, okay?"

She turns to find Frisk had not been following and was all the way where she left him. Even further, in fact.

"O-Oh.

You're…

Uhm…

TOUCHING yourself…"

Toriel turns fully red and turns to a pillar, to keep him in sight but not fully. She continues watching in the corner of her eye for a second before stuttering and turning away.

"I- I shouldn't…

T-

Tell me when you're done…"

She hangs her head in embarrassment and stays looking at the pillar, often looking back in the corner of her eye.

Frisk hold his cock in both hands, pumping and stroking it while thrusting forward. It's been a while of staring at her but he feels something coming. "Uh…

Nnf…

Fuh…

Yess…"

Frisk begins moaning louder and louder until surely she hears, and grips his dick tightly as he feels his massive arteries twitch against his palms, as a hot liquid boils up inside. Frisk hears it bubble out the head of his cock as his pre-ejaculate drops to the floor with a thud. He strokes and strokes further while imagining digging through her body and the leviathan throbs free from his grip. Waving upward, the silence of the cave is disturbed by the powerful shots of jizz and how it impacts the cave roof, walls and floor. Frisk manages to push it down some to align in her direction and shoot a massive rope in the way of Toriel. The edge of the rope lands, leaving a string from her dress to her foot, and back along the hallway some. Frisk forces a few more lines of spunk from himself, firing in all directions. He coats the patch of grass whence Flowey came and left, another patch of dirt and more stones. The rocks shine with his varnish which only turns him on more. Unfortunately, Frisk's cock lies limp, still pulsating, breathing while it drools the last of his sperm.

"Oh…

Goodness me,"

Toriel looks back to Frisk beyond surprised, watching his monster rest at the ground from between his legs. He sees her wipe her mouth of drool before she turns away again, fully away.

"Follow behind me, child,"

She sticks to her mission and insists on leading him forward. At least she knew what Frisk was capable of. If it's at all in her interest.

.

Toriel leads Frisk inside her home.

"Do you smell that?

Surprise!

It is a butterscotch- cinnamon pie.

I thought we might celebrate your arrival.

I want you to have a nice time living here.

So I will hold off on snail pie for tonight."

"That's nice of you,"

Frisk speaks. He looks up at her with a slight smile on his face.

"I have a surprise for you too,"

His third leg pulsates freely.

Toriel blushes and turns away.

"Here, I have another surprise for you."

She leads him down her hallway and stops at a closed door.

"This is it...

A room of your own. I hope you like it!

There's a change in there for you too."

Toriel smiles down at Frisk when her nose goes off.

"Is something burning...? Um, make yourself at home!"

She rushes away to the kitchen to the smell of burnt food.

Frisk opens his new room door and peeks inside his new living space. And it would be a new living space - he has no thought of leaving just yet.

A very orange room with the same wooden floor as the rest of the house, though a massive carpet in the centre. A stool with a lamp in the far corner, a poster, chest, shelf with a photo frame atop, wardrobe along the far wall getting closer. A single bed for him with a taller lamp behind it and two stuffed toys to keep him company. At the end of the bed on the floor sits a toy chest.

Frisk opens the wardrobe and snags a pair of shorts before sitting at the edge of the bed to fit them on. Feeling very tired, he decides against it since he'll just be sleeping. He throws them to the end of the bed as he slips between the sheets. He gives a look at his phone. And gives Toriel a dial.

"Mom,"

Frisk speaks as he hears the end of the ringtone.

"This is Toriel."

Huh? Did you just call me... "Mom"?

Well... I suppose...

Would that make you happy?

To call me... "Mother?"

Well then, call me whatever you like!"

She hangs up.

Frisk dials her again, with intentions to flirt with her as soon as she picks up.

"...huh???"

She acts surprised.

"Oh, heh.. heh... Ha ha ha!

How adorable... I could pinch your cheek!

You can certainly find better than an old woman like me."

Frisk persists.

"Oh dear, are you serious...?

I do not know if this is pathetic, or endearing.

And after you said you want to call me "mother..."

You are an... ... "interesting" child."

Frisk gives up and falls asleep cuddling his member, arms thrown around the head as if someone else's shoulders.

.

Frisk wakes and finds a slice of butterscotch pie. As well, he wakes to feeling a pushing at his head. He must've had a wet dream. Frisk lies on his back and begins to masturbate.

Moaning, sweating and pumping his cock, Toriel hears him from her room. She can't help but tune in and think back to fonder memories - of taking in her husband. The wild nights they had. Toriel joins him in self-pleasure.

Too quickly, she comes to her climax, and can still hear him going at it. She goes again, and again, and then she's drained of all energy. She can't keep up. Toriel then tries to muffle the sounds by shoving a pillow over her ears, in all positions of doing so. After a minute or two, she can't drown it out and gets up to investigate.

Toriel peeks around the corner through a gap in the doorway and finds him facing the roof and stroking his gargantuan penis. She looks to the floor and out of the room leaks a pool of cum. She looks to what she can see of the room and all over is it coated. Strings and ropes of load tie together the structure of the thing.

Toriel reaches down and dips her fingertip in the liquid. Curious, she licks it, and her heart pulses at the taste. Lovely and delicious. She quietly slides to the ground and reaches through her nightgown to her pussy. Often does she reach from a droplet of his honey and for the duration of his wank she cums time and time again, which is an hour or so. Frisk then falls asleep, but Toriel doesn't know if she can after all that. She remains on the floor for a while before getting up to go clean, and then heads into the living room

.

Frisk wakes. The room is already fucked from only one session, but he was used to it. He slips on the pair of shorts she'd given him and looks around the house.

"Up already, I see?"

Toriel speaks as she notices him walking into the living room.

"Um, I want you to know how glad I am to have someone here.

There are so many old books I want to share.

I want to show you my favourite bug-hunting spot.

I've also prepared a curriculum for your education.

This may come as a surprise to you...

But I have always wanted to be a teacher.

...actually, perhaps that isn't very surprising.

STILL.

I am glad to have you living here.

Oh, did you want something?

What is it?"

"Nothing,"

Frisk tells her with another bounce in his pants. He knew what he wanted to ask. She knew what he wanted to ask.

"Well, talk to me again if you need anything."

Toriel continues reading her book in the very comfortable chair she occupies.

Frisk begins walking away but is irritated by not being able to ask what he wanted from her. He turns back around to bother her again.

"Oh, hello!"

Toriel speaks.

"Did you want to hear about the book I am reading?

It is called "72 Uses for Snails."

How about it?"

"Sure"

Frisk answers, struggling to come up with how to phrase his question.

"Here is an exciting snail fact,"

Toriel begins.

"Um... How about an exciting snail fact?

Did you know that snails…

Talk. Really. Slowly? Just kidding, snails don't talk.

Interesting."

"Yeah,"

Frisk agrees.

"Well, bother me if you need anything else,"

Toriel traces her eyes back to her book.

"Well,"

Frisk starts, his length growing and growing, slowly but erratically,

"..."

"...

Yes?"

Toriel looks at him with an eyebrow raised intently. She notices his snake having a very hard time.

"Oh…

I see"

She wants it but she doesn't allow herself. To go that far with a kid she just found would feel like letting herself slip away entirely.

"...I have to do something. Stay here."

Concerned and wanting it, Frisk follows behind.

Down the hallway, down the stairs and to another long corridor. He finds Toriel standing faced away from him.

"You wish to know how to return "home," do you not?

Ahead of us lies the end of the RUINS.

A one-way exit to the rest of the underground.

I am going to destroy it.

No one will ever be able to leave again.

Now be a good child and go upstairs."

Toriel makes a trek along the corridor and comes to another stop when she hears Frisk tailing just behind her. Not that he wants to leave but he wants to ask his question.

"Every human that falls down here meets the same fate,"

Toriel explains.

"I have seen it again and again.

They come.

They leave.

They die.

You naive child... If you leave the RUINS...

They... ASGORE... Will kill you.

I am only protecting you, do you understand?

...go to your room."

Toriel continues down the corridor and comes to a kink in the road. She turns to follow the path but Frisk persists.

"Do not try to stop me.

This is your final warning."

Toriel heads forward a bit more to find a sealed gate. Frisk follows.

"You want to leave so badly?"

Toriel questions Frisk at the end of their walk.

"Hmph.

You are just like the others.

There is only one solution to this.

Prove yourself...

Prove to me you are strong enough to survive."

Toriel blocks the way! She stands in a defensive position in front of the exit and readies to battle Frisk. A mistake since he's got a lethal weapon attached to him at all times.

'Have it your way.'

Frisk thinks to himself.

'And I'll have it mine.'

His beast is set free when he forces a pulsate so strong that it tears off his shorts, and stands stiff from between his legs.

Toriel begins the initial attack of Fire Waves but Frisk avoids each one as the orbs of flame fall upon him. He dives forward and swipes his meat down hard against her head.

Toriel looks through Frisk.

Toriel prepares a magical attack.

Frisk tries to TALK his way out of it but stumbles on his words after being taken by surprise by the turn of events.

Toriel sends again Fire Waves that fall upon Frisk. He dodges most but is hit while rushing in to slap her across the face with his monstercock.

Toriel looks through Frisk.

Toriel prepares a magical attack.

Again, Frisk tries to talk his way out of it but fails to do so.

Toriel attacks with her Paw Sweep, and sends balls of fire out to track and follow Frisk as he attempts to dodge them.

He's hit by one but uses his dick to fan out the others drawing near. They burn on his skin but that just makes them both angrier - Frisk and his limb, I mean. He runs up and bruises Toriel's arm with his thick rod of meat which almost throws her off balance.

Toriel is acting aloof.

Frisk plans to FIGHT back and positions himself in the right way to do so.

He jumps forward and thrusts his hips toward Toriel's head, jabbing his cock into her cheek and leaving a drip of precum.

Toriel sends down Fire Waves once more but they all seem to only make it close to Frisk - Faltering.

Toriel is acting aloof.

Not picking up on it at the time, Frisk continues to FIGHT back

He runs up and tears at her dress, exposing one of her breasts.

Very embarrassed but liking it a little, she repeats the same move as just before - Faltering again.

Toriel prepares a magical attack.

Frisk thinks of it as a mistake and decides to Fight.

Frisk rushes another attack, this time jabbing at her pussy through her dress but he misses.

Faltering, she does too - doing the exact move she's done now thrice in a row.

Toriel looks through Frisk.

He chooses to Fight again.

Frisk runs in with his cock between her legs and pulls his junk upward, hammering her pussy and knocking her upward. He hurries back to a safe distance.

Her face entirely red, Toriel begins Faltering once more.

Toriel looks through Frisk.

He chooses to Fight, now very horny and riled up.

Frisk speeds behind her, lifts her dress and spanks her ass with all he's got, and then pushes her over to see how she throws it back.

Recovering quickly, Toriel covers her bottom and directs her thoughts on what to do next. She begins Faltering again.

Toriel is acting aloof.

Feeling a little bad, Frisk chooses to Fight again, feeling ultimately dominant.

He rushes forward and knocks her backward by swinging his pole against her jaw. She falls to the ground with her legs spread and bruising on her face.

Toriel trips while recovering and remains on the ground. Again, she's Faltering.

Toriel looks through Frisk.

With the opportunity to end it, Frisk chooses to Fight once more - this being the blow to end it.

Toriel looks upon the child as a vicious cycle of sin swims through his eyes, And he runs upto swing weapon right across her face,

At last, she falters. Really falters. And lies on the ground exhausted and done with it.

"Urgh...

You are stronger than I thought...

Listen to me, small one…"

Frisk prepares himself between her legs and presses his tip against her hole.

"You asked me to bother you if I needed anything else,"

Frisk tells her in a harsh voice.

"I'm thinking I need this…

We both do."

He pushes the head through, to her utter discomfort,

"Ah!"

Toriel begins screaming and loses her breath quickly. As she stares in horror, she fails to fight back.

"My…

Child…

Why?"

Frisk slowly pushes a quarter of the length until he's pressed up against her womb as far as he can.

"Gh,"

Toriel begins sputtering and struggling to keep a steady breath.

"You'll learn to love it,"

Frisk assures her.

"I already do."

"Ghf,"

Toriel spits and struggles to deal with the situation. If there's anything she'd want right now, it's to emjoy the moment and forget about responsibility.

"Yes,"

She tells him.

"Have your way with me."

Her pupils beam as the shape of hearts, and she begins moaning as he takes control.

Frisk pushes his length in slowly to halfway as Toriel's eyes roll back and are forced shut. He keeps his hands around her neck and crouches above her while swaying back and forth to fuck her.

Frisk presses a little bit further with each thrust. He's not even ¾ of the way through when he feels himself erupt, and she's pushed along the stone just a bit while his hips are thrown back.

Flooding her instantly, Toriel's stomach easily expands past the size of when she was pregnant with Asriel. Frisk's spunk bubbles in waves from her throat and gushes out of her pussy. Frisk wasn't done with her yet.

Frisk's cock throbs and keeps at full mast, veins and arteries all over to show its sadistic expression. It grows even further to match his level of lust toward Toriel. He drags her by the horns while she's exhausted on the ground and pulls her up and turns her over onto a boulder.

Frisk flips her dress up to see her adorable fluffy cheeks and spreads them. He leans down to her gaping pussy and spits and slops it up, as if that would help. He spanks her hard and gets ready to go again.

Shoving his much larger cock inside, Toriel doesn't even show much of a response anymore. She was used, abused and tired, but loving it. Her moans and talk were very quiet but she couldn't help it. He fucks her over and over while tugging on her horns, spanking her ass, and spitting on the side of her face.

"Good boy,"

Toriel moans, unable to keep up with his dominance.

"You're a good boy, my child."

Frisk fails to hear as he's raging into her holes. Lunging forward through her cunt, lunging forward through her pucker, easily gliding through both holes until he breaks through totally. At some point he does.

Toriel feels a throbbing at her throat when his cock busts through. Her neck and mouth is stretched to their limits as his thickness provides a challenge. She almost feels her jaw break.

Toriel sees spurts of syrup rush out of his cock, and feels it all the while. Frisk pulls back to fill her mouth, and she feels it splash with immense pressure against her teeth. She feels it flood her throat so much she can't breathe, and fill her stomach, and fill her bowels, and pull out. She chokes and sputters and almost dies from how rough he was. But she enjoyed it.

Frisk shoves through her womb to finish off. He plucks it from her to a burst of liquid and a violently erotic noise. She lies there, completely fucked and done with. But he wasn't done yet.

Frisk strokes her cheek and rests his very heavy and tiring beast on her nose.

"You're good,"

He tells her.

"I can't wait to give the other things down here a try."

Frisk strokes his mast to a semi and pushes against her ear.

"Ah…"

Toriel can barely make a sound.

"What… Hey…"

Frisk holds her skull and pulls the tip of her pointy ear to assist in forcing his dick inside.

"Gh~... Ah!

…Hey~!"

He pushes through and begins swinging his hips.

"Gh…"

Toriel's mind becomes absolute static. Her eyes roll back to only show whites and her tongue hangs with her mouth agape. Frisk fucks her mind completely, only with the tip of his length. Pushing further, he skewers her head by having the other end break through her other ear.

Holding her open mouth and back of head with closed fists, gripping her inner cheek and hair, Frisk ends their session by fucking her ears.

-Berserker x AxG