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Another day, same old Snowdin. The sleepy little town was already going about its day by the time Sans got out the door. He yawned as he walked past the same old Gyftmas tree and the same old bear. Same old life in the Underground. Nothing changed. Another yawn broke out. He shuffled out of town towards his post.
He was thinking about taking a shortcut the rest of the way when his slipper landed on a pebble. Taken by surprise, surprising in itself, he tipped sideways. In an attempt to keep his balance, he waved his arms and hopped a few steps, turning to the left. He stared at the high snowbank in front of him for one resigned moment before toppling, skull first, into it.
The fluffy snow condensed, letting him sink in all the way to the waist. His skull filled up with snow, which was an odd feeling. Like cotton, but wetter. He didn’t produce any heat, so it wouldn’t melt. He’d have to knock it out. Sans tried to push himself out of the snow, but it just compressed under his hands and he sank a little deeper. He tried to wiggle his way out, but that only caused the snow to collapse onto him, trapping him more thoroughly.
“Well…“ San went limp. He couldn’t take a shortcut like this, so what did he do now?
The snow was nice to lay on, molded exactly to his body.
There was no risk of him freezing in any way that mattered.
And all that struggling had worn him out.
There was really only one thing Sans could do in this situation.
He fell asleep.
“Uh, hello?”
Sans jerked awake as something touched his leg. Or someone. A hand was feeling along his tibia.
“Oh, it’s real. …Sans?”
“Yep,” Sans called back, glad that he didn’t actually have to move his jaw to talk. The snow had compressed to the point that doing so would be impossible. “I seem to be stuck.”
“How did you manage that?” The hand grabbed onto his femur and pulled. Sans didn’t move, so they pulled harder. The magic at his hip ached a little. “Hold on,” they said and grabbed his other leg as well.
“To wha—ow!” Sans yelped as they pulled even harder. It felt like they put their whole weight into it. The effort didn’t manage much except to pull at Sans’s joints. Not only was his skull stuck, but the snow had jammed up into his rib cage. It wasn’t going to let go of him that easily.
“Shit, are you okay?” They stopped, much to Sans’s relief.
“Yeah,” Sans huffed. “I’m really stuck. You’re gonna walk off with my legs at this rate. Don’t worry about it. I’m fine here.”
“Are you sure? Is there anything I can do for you?” They sounded so worried. Didn’t they know skeletons don’t have skin? Or nerves. Sans couldn’t resist.
“If you wouldn’t mind warming me up,” he laughed. Surely the impossibility of the task would tip them off.
The hands rubbed up and down his legs a few times, startling him.
“Does this help?” They kept at it, even as they asked. Their hands slid under his shorts to his patellae and gently massaged the joint there. Their touch was warm, which he found nice, even if he didn’t strictly need the warmth.
“Ya know,” Sans started, but he had to stop and gasp as they went a bit higher up his femurs. A different kind of warmth was building. He flushed, wishing he could see whoever was doing this and gauge their reaction to the blue glow that had to be showing through his shorts. The hands paused after drawing back down his legs. He wished they hadn’t. He wiggled his toes. He had lost track of his slippers.
“That… was that what you meant?” they asked. “Or should I stop?”
“No,” Sans quickly replied. “No, if you want to continue, please do. Do whatever you want…” Sans flushed heavily. The words had just poured out at the prospect of the person stopping. Was he really that desperate?
Yeah. Yeah, he was. It had been… a while.
“Whatever I want?” the voice repeated, tone teasing and coy. They were interested. Sans’s magic took that as confirmation enough and solidified in and around his pelvis. There was an exclamation of surprise from the monster as his shorts filled out. Even Sans was surprised. He never made all this when he was taking care of himself.
His magic started around his lumbar vertebrae. It curved smoothly down into a rather impressive ass, if he said so himself. The soft flesh was enough to pull his shorts up so the crotch was laying against his pussy. The bit of friction he got from them as he adjusted to lay more comfortably against the snow was maddening. The lips were already damp, and the fabric kept clinging. He even had a bit on his legs, with the magic tapering off about halfway down his femurs.
“Well, then,” the monster laughed. They peeled his shorts off, exposing his magic to the cold air. His magic was sensitive, but it was still a muted sensation. He eagerly wiggled his hips as much as the snow would allow. There was a moment of anticipation, while he waited for the monster to do or say something. To his surprise and delight, they went straight for his pussy.
Fingers slid up and down the lips, stroking through the folds and sending pleasant tingles rippling out from their touch. His magic clenched, arousal already seeping from his pussy. A single finger slid up the middle of his magic, sweeping up the juices. He shivered in a way the cold couldn’t make him. They laughed, and the hand withdrew.
“I don’t bite,” he quipped, but a moment later he felt something much larger than a finger against his pussy. His toes wiggled again. Whoever this was had a lot to be proud of. Just the tip rubbing over the lips of his puss gave him a hint of the girth. And it was hard. Warm and hard. He moaned at the very thought of them shoving it into him.
“Are you warm enough, Sans?” the voice teased. He didn’t think they’d actually stop. Surely they wanted to take care of their erection. Still, being left here like this, incapable of taking care of his own arousal, sounded miserable. It might even keep him from going back to sleep.
“Nowhere near. Freezing, really.” So he played along. He tried to shiver for influence, but his legs just flopped around. Something he did worked, or they were just as eager for a quick fuck as he was, because they took ahold of his legs, gentler this time, and held them steady as they slammed into him.
“Oh~!” Sans cried out. The force of it moved through him via his joints. His spine compressed, then eased. His ribs ached as the snow held them still, but it was a nice ache. It drove home just how hard he was being fucked. It had been difficult since Papyrus grew up to indulge like this. Now he had no choice. Shame.
The monster was just as thick as he had suspected, if not a little more so. His magic stretched to fit, but there was a prickling sting that reminded him just how long it had been. They didn’t give him much of a chance to adjust before they began to move in and out of him.
Sans moaned, from pleasure mostly, but with a little extra volume to let them know when they hit just right spot. They shifted their hips a little to hit it more regularly. It sent Sans spiraling quickly into an orgasm. His pussy clenched around the cock, and the monster slowed. Their thrusts were harder, though. They had him screaming as they pushed his magic further and further, to the edge of his pleasure turning into pain. He came again as they stilled, and he felt them release inside of him.
“Hoo… wow…” He shivered again as they pulled out of him. His legs went limp and were gently lowered.
“Little dick hungry, are we, Sans?” Whoever this was liked to tease.
“It may have been a while,” he admitted. “That felt great.”
“Hm… well I have to get to work. I’ll let the others know you’re here.”
“Thanks, I could use the help… wait, can you put my shorts on…” Silence met his request. “Hello?” No one answered. They’d went on their way, leaving him exposed and filthy. Sans was still feeling too nice to be all that annoyed, even if his rescue party found him like this. Whatever, it wasn’t like any of this mattered.
He managed to doze a little more, maybe fifteen minutes, when excited shouting and laughing woke him. It sounded like the pack was here, based on the barking interspersed.
“Hey,” he called, trying to catch their attention. With the snow muffling the sound and the chaos of their noise, he couldn’t tell how far they actually were from him. “Hey, over here!”
“Oh damn, they weren’t lying.”
“You owe me 10 gold.”
“Fine…” Coins clinked.
“Hey, Sans.”
“Hey.” Sans tried waving with one foot. “You here to help me o—“
“Oh yeah, we’re going to help you.” A big hand pressed against his pussy, and Sans yelped. The warmth of that hand was immediately met by warmth in the core of his pelvis. Sans moaned loudly. The pack laughed and he flushed with embarrassment.
“Someone’s already taken care of that,” he told them.
“So you don’t want any more?” The heel of the hand ground into his clit with honestly impressive accuracy. Sans howled and flailed his legs, suddenly overwhelmed with the pleasure. Arousal flowed easily from his magic. He could feel the fur on the hand soaking it up as the grinding continued.
“Please, please, please,” he gasped.
“Please what?” Someone else asked. There was a lot of huffing and laughter. Sans blushed deeper. It was silly to worry about being any more indecent in front of them. They’d already heard him moan, and what did any of it really matter, anyways. He wasn’t stuck as the town slut forever, just until the next reset. His joints relaxed as he chose not to worry about it and just enjoy himself.
“Please fuck me,” he called back. This was met with silence, then a flurry of whispers. He only caught a few words.
“…damn… I thought it was a joke… who’s going first?”
Sans didn’t know who did end up going first, since they didn’t speak to him. He was just relieved when one of them touched him again. They grabbed his ass with both hands, massaging the flesh. He was still dripping wet, so their cock slid easily into him. Sans had to stop himself from holding back his moans. He’d already decided to do this.
“Sh—shit,” the dog whimpered. “You’re tight.” Sans thought it might have been Doggo. He didn’t ask. He didn’t have time before he was getting pounded into the snow again. Plus, he didn’t want to know. The mystery was part of the thrill. He so rarely got to enjoy not knowing what was happening.
Whoever they were, they were enthusiastic. And fast. Their rapid thrusting made Sans groan with pleasure, but he wasn’t ready to finish by the time they did. He still moaned as the cum filled his magic, but he wriggled in protest as they pulled out.
Thankfully, the next member of the pack promptly took their place.
“Yes,” Sans groaned as they stretched his magic. They were longer and thicker than the previous monster. Their cock hit the depths of his pussy with every stroke. It was just what he needed. It only took two or three thrusts—he couldn’t keep track—to send him over once more.
His magic squeezed desperately at the cock, but this monster didn’t slow. The monster kept plowing into him with a long, loud moan. Sans’s orgasm felt like it went on forever, only building in intensity until his whole body was aching with too much pleasure. It made him want to twist and turn, to arch up as if he were in a bed, but he wasn’t. He was entombed in snow. At their mercy. Sobbing with the intensity of it, he managed to come again.
This time, the monster came with him. Sans’s magic, already stuffed full, couldn’t hold it all, and he felt the cum dribble down his legs. When they pulled their cock free, even more gushed out of him. There were whistles and murmurs from the pack.
“Me next!” someone shouted, and Sans was suddenly full of cock again. He moaned, because it felt amazing. It wasn’t as intense a moan as he’d been able to produce before, though. His already low energy was running out. No matter how much he was enjoying the pack’s attention, he couldn’t last.
“Ohhh,” Sans groaned, his eyelights flickering and his vision fading in and out. His spine was starting to throb from the repeated compression. His magic was swollen and spent. Still, they used it. Used him. They wouldn’t notice if he took a little nap…
“For crying out loud, Sans.”
“Huh?” Sans wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but Grillby’s voice was familiar enough for him to make some assumptions. “Jus’ one more, ‘by.”
“I don’t have any ketchup for you. Even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to get it to you. What in the world have you gotten yourself into?”
“Um…” Sans tried to move, but his skull was stuck in place. So was the rest of him. Right, the snowbank. He shifted his legs and found them sore and stiff. His magic had stuck around. It still throbbed. Something was hanging from it, tugging at the lips right over his clit. As he moved, so did whatever it was. He shuddered, finding he was still able to be aroused.
“What’s on me?” he asked, trying not to be breathy and needy about it.
“Those appear to be… cum icicles,” Grillby replied dryly. Sans flushed.
“That… makes sense,” Sans admitted. He wondered how many more monsters had fucked him after he passed out.
“Does it? I suppose so.” Grillby knocked the icicles off. Sans felt a tempting heat near his magic and wiggled his toes. He’d often wondered what Grillby’s touch felt like.
“The dogs came in telling everyone about your… situation. Half the bar had snuck out within minutes. You really wanted them to do this to you?”
“It felt good.” Sans had no other justification for his decisions. That answered some questions, though. Most of the town spent the evening at Grillby’s.
“And now you’re… satisfied? Shall I free you?” Grillby sounded conflicted, but not necessarily upset at Sans. More regretful.
“Well… I was hoping for one more,” Sans commented lightly. He was surprised to discover that he was. As sore and tired as he was, he really did want Grillby to fuck him, too.
The first touch was hesitant, just a brief lick of flame against his femur, dancing up the magic that encased half it. Then Grillby stroked his fingers along the flesh directly. It was warm, and Sans shivered. After all the rough treatment, the gentle touch felt novel. He hummed, and Grillby’s touch grew more sure.
“Mmm, Grillby,” Sans moaned, savoring all the indulgence of his actions, or inaction. The encouragement made Grillby bolder. He ran his hands up and rubbed his thumbs over Sans’s magic. He brushed his thumbs over Sans’s clit, his fingers digging into his ass cheeks. The other monsters hadn’t felt this intense. He wondered if it was because of Grillby‘s flames or because he was as close as Sans got to a friend.
“Sans…” Grillby murmured. He pressed up against Sans with his crotch. Rather than slamming into him right away, he stayed like that, grinding against Sans’s magic. He would have expected Grillby’s pants to still be in place, but it was magic on magic. When had he had time to remove them? Flames teased over and between the folds of magic. Grillby’s hard cock provided pressure, rolling over Sans’s clit at the same time it hinted at the strength Grillby had.
“Ohhh, please don’t tease me,” Sans begged, as desperate for Grillby as he had been the first monster. Grillby obliged him, drawing away for just a second, then thrusting into him. Sans squealed. He hadn’t been prepared for the flames being inside of him. How could he? It was nothing like anything he’d ever felt before. Warm. Fierce, but gentle. For the first time, Sans kind of wished he was free of the snow for this.
He didn’t have the ability to ask Grillby, because he was currently losing his mind to pleasure. Again. Grillby’s thrusts were steady and strong, not rushed. Sans pushed his legs out as far as the snow would allow to give him as much room as possible to get deeper. Sans couldn’t get them very far until Grillby’s hands brushed his legs again and the snow melted away to give him more space to move.
Grillby’s arm wrapped around Sans’s waist. He was leaning forward over Sans. There was a hissing noise. Sans couldn’t tell what it was, and didn’t really care because Grillby was keeping up the pace. The slide of his cock was working up Sans all over again, making him a moaning, pleading mess. Sans didn’t check back into reality until the snow that had been holding him in place gave. He sank down several inches, but Grillby held his pelvis up, keeping his cock inside Sans. He knelt down with the melting snow and gently lowered Sans to the ground.
It was a chance for Sans to regain some of his faculties, but he didn’t really want to. By the time he touched something that wasn’t snow, he was whimpering with need.
“Cm’on, Grills, just a bit more,” he begged.
“I’m not kneeling in water,” Grillby snapped, “not even for your pussy.” Steam rose up around them, flowing through Sans’s bones and melting the last of the snow clinging to his joints and in his skull. Finally, he felt a small jolt from Grillby’s knees touching the ground. Sans’s feet just barely brushed solid earth. Grillby shifted to hold Sans’s hips with both hands and went right back to it.
“Yes!” Sans yelled, gripping at the freshly uncovered grass. He was finally free to move, but all he could manage was to roll his skull back and forth and arch his back as far as it would go. And hold on for dear life. Grillby thrusting while also pulling Sans back had his cock slamming into the back of Sans’s pussy hard enough to have him seeing stars.
Sans didn’t really want it to end. That didn’t make his orgasm any less blissful. It was overwhelming in the best possible way. Sans stretched his arms out, pushing himself back onto Grillby as he was filled with cum once again. They stayed like that, moaning and groaning, until Grillby relaxed his hold and set Sans on his knees. Sans immediately gave up on holding his pelvis up and slid his legs out straight.
“That was…” Grillby trailed off, so Sans flopped onto his side and curled to look at him while still laying limply. It would be a bit before he had enough energy to move more than that.
“Incredibly hot, steaming, even?” Sans asked. Grillby snorted and shook his head.
“Some things don’t change,” he commented. With a flicker in the flames of his face, he pushed to his feet. “I’d better help you home.”
“Naw, I’m fine.” Sans summoned the energy to flop a hand at him. “Just need a minute.” He didn’t want to move quite yet. He was still basking. He’d manage a shortcut before it was too late.
“Do you at least want your shorts?”
“Hm, how much cum is on them.”
Grillby was silent for long enough to tell Sans the answer. Even if they hadn’t been, he was still full of it. Once he stood up, he would make a bit of a mess. Holding it inside of his magic felt nice, too.
“Don’t worry about it,” Sans assured him, shooting him a standard grin.
“What if someone comes along and decides to continue… this.”
“I don’t think I’d mind.” He was going to get all the fun out of this reset as he possibly could. Grilly shook his head.
“I’ll come check on you when I close,” Grillby said with a sigh. Sans’s smile softened a bit. “Try not to get yourself into too much trouble before then.”
“No promises,” Sans murmured as Grillby walked away. He curled up into a nice napping position and settled in to wait for someone new to find him.