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Tamati was so unlike most of the creatures whom fell into the underground. They were usually, but not always children, typically innocent ones, but sometimes with some malice in their little hearts. However they behaved, the loving matriarch of the ruins, a goatlike monster named Toriel, would tend to them to the best of her abilities.

But it couldn't be stressed enough that Tamati was not like those children. He was an adult. His kitsune species was exotic, and the weapon carried on his back was colossal and as deadly to surface dwellers as it was to monsters. Yet he carried it in the name of defense, his mindset one of peace and friendliness, and those monsters whom crossed his path were talked down politely. Tamati wished to get no blood on his blade - or rather dust, if the rumors of the monsters were true.

Tamati had not expected this place to be real. Nobody did until the ground at Mt. Ebott swallowed them whole. Tamati crashed into the earth below, spared grievous harm by a bed of golden flowers.

After wandering the ruins for the better part of an hour, befriending many monsters whom were cowed by his great, muscular bulk, the adventuring kitsune found a quaint home. Seeing such a cute house in the decay of the ruins put a homesick smile on his face. He stepped through into the foyer and was stricken by the heavenly scent of pie. Its flavor, he ascertained from a cursory sniff, was butterscotch with a hint of cinnamon. His stomach rumbled and he rubbed it, asking quietly, "Hello? Is anybody home? I mean no harm if I'm unwelcome."

A door creaked from the side. Tamati's knee-jerk reaction was to grab the hilt of his blade. He quelled the notion, thinking whomever baked such delicious-smelling pie could be no threat.

"Oh! You're, ah, not a little one."

The speaker stepped into the light of the foyer. Tamati was taken aback by her loveliness. It was, of course, Toriel the motherly goat-monster of the ruins. She smiled in a limited manner, her tiny fangs adding immensely to her cute appearance. The finer details of her body were lost beneath the flowing blue robe she wore, crested with a religious symbol of monsterkind.

Toriel clasped her big, white paws over her stomach and said, "Greetings, nevertheless. I am Toriel, guardian of the ruins." Her smile brightened. Tamati found himself matching it. "May I ask your name, young one?"

So stricken by Toriel's loveliness, Tamati was tongue-tied. He stammered, laughed, then said, "Hello. My name is Tamati."

The goat padded nearer. Tamati realized that instead of hooves, Toriel had big, fuzzy feet with toes. They cutely stuck out of the bottom of her robe. "A kitsune, I see! I've read of your kind." Smiling more slyly, she noted, "I believed you were mere myth."

Tamati smiled back in kind. "That assumption, miss Toriel, goes both ways. I knew not of this world of monsters until I crashed into it."

Her smile turning sad, Toriel walked past Tamati, brushing his bicep along the way. Did her touch linger? Tamati erred on the side of caution and assumed not. "You must be very hungry. Won't you come this way, Tamati? The pie will not be done or cool for some time, but I have other things you can eat."

At Toriel's matronly insistence, Tamati sat down at her table and allowed himself to be served. She set before him a salad comprised of the usual ingredients, along with a dressing he could not identify but found delicious. Had he known it was made of snails, he would not have eaten it.

"This is very good, thank you so much," said the giant fox, shooting frequent smiles at Toriel. "I have a great many questions about this place."

"I will try to answer them to the best of my abilities," said the motherly goat, joining Tamati at the table. Smiling amicably, she asked, "And what would you like to know?"

Though first and foremost on Tamati's mind was a method to return home, he could not bring himself to deny Toriel's hospitality, and neither did he really want to leave her, as sweet as she was. After polishing off the last bite of his salad, Tamati sat back and asked, "What exactly is this place? The rumors where I hail from are truly endless."

As well as she could, withholding a few things which were not polite conversation, Toriel told Tamati the purpose and plight of the underground and its monster inhabitants. That alone consumed more than an hour. Tamati often learned forward, listening like a child enraptured. Eventually Toriel caught herself prattling on and giggled self-consciously.

"I'm so sorry, young one, I must be boring you to tears! You look so very tired. Why don't you have a rest?"

Cued by the goat's remark, Tamati yawned. He nodded. "I would very much like that, miss Toriel."

"There is no need for formalities," she smiled. "Merely Toriel will do." Rising from her seat, Toriel gestured to Tamati and walked calmly to the foyer, then the hall beyond. Tamati followed closely past one doorway before they stopped together at the next.

"You appear, hmm, a bit too mature for the guest bedroom," Toriel remarked with a laugh, "so I will allow you to sleep in my bed."

The muscular kitsune cracked a slight grin. His many tails swished and swayed in a way which usually transfixed unfamiliar eyes, but Toriel was not taken in by them. "I wouldn't wish to inconvenience you," he said.

Toriel opened the door, still smiling. "And you are not. I will be awake for some time yet. Please make yourself comfortable."

At the goat's insistence, Tamati stepped into the quaint little bedroom and started to take off his cumbersome gear. His sword, he propped up against the bookcase. He untied his long, hanging coat but snagged his arms in its sleeves. Toriel, whom had not left yet, took it by the collar and pulled it off. "Oh, please, allow me to help."

"Thank you," Tamati said automatically. Beneath was a plain black tank top, run through in several places. Toriel looked worrisomely at its perforated material, and Tamati caught a glimpse of her expression when he turned around. "The life of a traveler is not always safe," he sadly said.

Toriel wrung her paws, then set one upon Tamati's scarred bicep. "If you have any wounds, I can heal them," she said, her expression brightening. "It is the least I can do, young one."

"I'm not hurt, only scarred," the kitsune replied. He was about to say something more, yet nothing very profound, when the smell of smoke caused him to sniff sharply.

Toriel's expression quickly changed to nervousness. "Um, do you smell something burning? ...Please, rest." As if to preclude being followed, Toriel shut the door on her way out.

For just a moment, Tamati considered following Toriel, but he reasoned she could probably handle whatever was wrong. He glanced at the big, accommodating bed and yawned, but curiosity got the better of him.

Wearing a contrite smile and staying mindful of the door, he pulled open Toriel's dresser and was surprised to find socks neatly folded, each with a mate, all of them immaculate. A drawer lower, he found lovingly-folded robes just like the one she was wearing. Disappointing his more juvenile side, he found no underwear.

The kitsune looked over the bookcase but the tomes were incomprehensible. He assumed them to be written in monster tongues. The shapes of the letters were wholly foreign, and there were no pictures.

Before slipping into bed, Tamati slid off his trousers and rolled into Toriel's large, plush bed in only his featureless boxers and tank top. His reasoning for stripping down was consideration on his part, wishing not to rub his dirty outer wear on Toriel's bed.

For ten minutes, Tamati lay in the darkness, awake and a little bit too stimulated to sleep. Just the strangeness of where he had ended up nagged at him, but the feminine beauty of Toriel lingered in his thoughts. He was surrounded by her scent, lying in her bed in only his underwear. But eventually, he fell asleep.

Hours passed. Toriel tried to slip into her usual routine of reading. Tonight she was re-reading her favorite book of snail facts, but it was difficult to become engrossed in it. Her thoughts were on the young one. Though she always thought of the young ones who ended up under her ward and even loved them as time passed, she felt differently for Tamati.

Tamati was a baby compared to motherly Toriel, for she was an ageless creature whom had given up on counting the years. Monsters tended not to keep time; reminders of how long they had been imprisoned in the underground were not appreciated. But though Tamati was so young next to Toriel, she was still within breeding age, and the kitsune was an adult male.

Toriel smiled ruefully. Sexuality and physical pleasures were things she had forsaken countless years ago. Not even masturbation was something she partook of. Now somebody was around to stir up long-buried feelings.

With a sigh, Toriel set aside her book and spectacles and moved to the kitchen. She found that her pie was cool and miraculously not burned, and so she sliced a generous piece of it. Carrying it on a plate with a fork pinned under her thumb, she walked down the hall, but stopped at her own door. On the other side was gentle snoring. The pretty goat contemplated her actions for a few seconds before gently opening the door.

A shaft of light through the doorway illuminated Tamati's body up to his breast. Toriel set down the pie on the desk, then made the mistake of looking at Tamati.

Because he did not feel comfortable in sleeping under Toriel's blankets, the kitsune rested on top of them. Therefore, nothing hid the fact that he had an erection beneath his boxer shorts. Toriel bit her lip and stared at it. A moist feeling she had forgotten years ago cropped up.

Unsure of what exactly she was going to do, Toriel padded closer to the bed. She reached out for Tamati's body, but deluded herself by touching his breast. When he did not stir, she bit down more tightly on her lip and moved her paw lower. For the first time in ages, her fingers trembled. She put the tips of them to rest against the head of Tamati's penis. It was blunt and throbbing, and had created a large stain of pre in his boxers. Feeling this warm moisture sent a shiver up Toriel's spine.

As Toriel gently rubbed Tamati's glans, the kitsune moaned and shifted, then resumed his dozy snore. Toriel glanced at his snoozing face and withdrew her fingers. She looked at the door, then his groin again. Would he consent if she asked? She chided herself for thinking he wouldn't. A smile spread across her face.

"Oh, dear," Toriel whispered, chiding herself again, though for different reasons. She closed the door, hoping its click would awaken Tamati, but the giant fox continued to be a heavy sleeper. She turned on the lamp on the desk, and the room was thus moodily lit. Much of the bed remained in shadow, and still Tamati was asleep.

As she began to think that Tamati could sleep through intercourse itself, Toriel pulled her robes up and off. Beneath, as the dresser's lack of undergarments suggested, was absolutely nothing to further conceal her body. Her figure was full and maternal, featuring wide hips and a plush behind. The goat's breasts were easy on the eyes. They did sag, for they were of a large, heavy cup size, but the term pert almost applied to them. Appropriate to her physical age, which appeared to be mid-forties relative to Tamati's life span, Toriel's privates were concealed by a rich white bush.

Entirely nude and smiling in mischief, Toriel straddled Tamati's legs. At last, the kitsune stirred. He yawned big and wide, but was not entirely lucid yet. "Mmf, was I snoring? I'm sorry," he mumbled.

Toriel chuckled and slid her soft paws down over his breast. "Tamati," she whispered. "Open your eyes."

He did, then blinked several times. His fierce, red eyes appeared dumb and disbelieving as he scanned her naked breasts. Her body had a halo of light cast by the lamp behind her, but he was able to pick out her pink nipples. "Oh. This--, oh. This is a surprise..."

"Yes it is," Toriel said, smiling. "But I hope a welcome one."

"Oh, yes," Tamati quietly replied, wrapping his paws around Toriel's breasts. His paws were large, but his palms were filled out by her bust. "You're a beautiful woman. I'll admit that this was on my mind."

She leaned over Tamati and pressed her belly into his clothed penis, then kissed the kitsune on the lips. Tamati moaned and kissed back, and the two locked lips. As their tongues caressed and twisted, Tamati stroked Toriel's head, brushing over her velvet-soft ears. Toriel braced her paws on either side of Tamati's muscular body and softly moaned into the kiss.

Tamati having the fixations he did slid his paws down Toriel's lovely white body, stopping only when he reached her child-rearing hips. He squeezed them, but even then, he was not quite done roaming. He reached around to cup her wide, round behind, and he slightly dug his fingers into the cheeks.

Moaning but giggling, Toriel broke off the kiss. She dragged her tongue from the roof of Tamati's maw to his nostrils. "I've never been touched there."

"I find that offensive," said Tamati, wearing a jaunty smile. "Such a perfect ass on you, miss Toriel."

"Please, just Toriel," she reiterated. "I believe at this point, we're on a first-name basis, Tamati."

The motherliness of Toriel's demeanor was both thrilling and stifling to Tamati, even presented as it was alongside such lurid behavior. He found it difficult to squeeze down on her behind much more than he already did, but the goat pushed back against his paws and urged, "Go ahead, young one. Don't be shy. Treat me like any other woman you've known." She winked one of her warm red eyes and smiled.

It was unlike Tamati to stupidly grin in the face of sexual advances, but there it was. Toriel was too rusty to mind. It had been so long for her that she found most everything he did cute, and in the same breath, she was eager to learn the ways again. She kissed his lips, her little fangs bumping his jowls.

The monster quickly eased back and pulled up the kitsune's tank top. The scars on his body were denoted by minute silver deviations from his usual black coat. She paid the scars no special mind as she stroked along his breast at large, going against the grain of his fur. When she tweaked his nipples with her thumbs, he cooed. His penis throbbed in his boxers, and its arch was very noticeable against her belly.

Chuckling sweetly, Toriel dipped and dragged her tongue across a pert black nipple. Tamati, unused to pleasures such as this, was aglow with blush. "Ooh, my god," he puffed, grasping her shoulders. "That's a new one for me."

"For me, as well," Toriel chuckled before she treated his nipple to a brief suckle. Again she kissed his lips, and this time Tamati took some initiative, cupping a breast and the back of her neck, hoping to keep her in the kiss. Toriel giggled girlishly, prolonging the smooch a moment longer, but she finally broke away from the kitsune and wiggled further down the bed, eventually kneeling between his thighs.

Toriel hooked her fingers in the waistband of Tamati's boxers and briskly tugged them under his balls. The kitsune's great shaft bounced upward, slinging musky precum along his belly in a sloppy stripe. The goat watched it wag to a halt. A truly devious grin, out of place on her pretty snout, materialized.

"I believe," Toriel remarked, clutching Tamati's black, uncircumcised flesh in both paws, "that you are just what I've been needing, Tamati."

"Am I?" Tamati lamely asked. Just as he finished speaking, the goat pressed her lips to his penis and gave his bared glans shelter between them. Tamati, no stranger to a blowjob, nevertheless groaned dreamily and closed his eyes. "Oh my god," he reiterated, gripping the sheets.

The motherly goat suckled but teased him in other ways as well, in particular by rubbing the tip of her tongue into the slit of his glans. Tamati's smile was enormous though his lips were pursed. He stroked Toriel's head, petting her velvet ears. Given encouragement by his touch, Toriel pushed her lips lower, necessarily opening them wider but keeping them taut around his penis. She pulled back the hood of his foreskin in this manner, and in pulling it taut, she rendered it more sensitive to her suckling.

Her scent filled the little bedroom. Tamati couldn't help but smell her along with the scent of pie. It made for interesting thoughts on his behalf, but he knew he wanted the pie only as dessert.

"Toriel," the fox implored, his voice a croon, "lay over me. Let me taste you, you perfect woman."

As Toriel went on suckling, pushing lower still, Tamati wondered if she had been too preoccupied to notice that he was speaking. But before he could repeat himself, she let loose the seal she had been keeping for some seconds and smooched firmly on the throbbing tip of his penis. The sensitivity of his cock in the wake of her sucking helped the kiss draw a sharp groan from him, complete with a half-hearted arch of his spine.

"You wish to taste to me," Toriel dryly repeated, smiling up at the kitsune. "Very well. But only because you said please, young one."

The bed creaked as Toriel climbed over Tamati. She was clumsy to reorient herself, bumping the kitsune's snout with her toes, though the fox lovingly smooched her sole to show her how little he minded. Every part of Toriel was beautiful, but especially so to somebody like Tamati, whom knew how to appreciate a milf in all her glory.

Eventually Toriel straddled Tamati's wide breast, and then she scooted back tentatively. Tamati stared at her looming white rear and his tails swished in delight. He took hold of her hips and pulled, urging her back more quickly. She laughed timidly, glancing ineffectually around her rear to ask, "Do you really want my behind in your face?"

"I've never been more certain of anything," Tamati emphatically told her, and in fact, there was little hyperbole in that.

"You're making me feel very young," said Toriel wistfully as she ground her full, round butt against the kitsune's snout. Tamati unshyly wedged his muzzle between her ass cheeks, his nose pad just coming to rest below her stubby tail. This odd feeling put a cherry red blush on the goat's face. She laughed uncertainly. Then Tamati dragged his tongue across the soft, pink pucker of her anus, and she gasped in pleasure she had never known in all her life.

"Oh--, oh my!" she cried, curling her toes. "You--, oh," the goat mumbled, grinning, "you do things quite differently on the surface, don't you?"

Perhaps anal sex never occurred to monsters, or just maybe the old goat was being coy. Tamati hoped that he was showing the ancient monster something new. Into her muffling ass cheeks, he laughed.

Tamati doted upon Toriel's virgin anus. He licked and smooched it, all the while drawing in lazy breaths through his nose. As befitting a creature with a fine white coat of fur, Toriel kept herself immaculately clean. Heady musk still permeated the air as her arousal grew, however, and it was especially potent to Tamati as he ground his nose into the deep crack of her ass.

Toriel blushed and faltered in response to the rimming. It felt good to her, but terribly odd, and the harder Tamati toyed with her anal entrance, the more likely she was to coo and bite her lip. Only through a feat of will did she grasp his penis and engulf it again. She resumed her suckling, and she took it quite deep, letting its girth graze her fangs.

During his bold worship of the goat's round behind, Tamati stroked Toriel's back. He defied the grain of her fur, then stroked down and smoothed it all back into place. Toriel moaned with her mouth full. She braced one paw on the bed, but teased Tamati's thigh with the other, going away from his scrotum before briskly stroking up again and cupping his full sack. His penis throbbed in her maw, oozing copious precum, and she swallowed all of it greedily.

In his big but gentle paws, Tamati spread Toriel's ass cheeks and exposed her pink pucker. It winked when the cool air blew across it. Tamati smiled and gently kissed the ring one more time, then slopped his tongue across her muff almost as an afterthought. "Mmm, Toriel," he cooed, "bend over for me."

Toriel thought about this for a moment. Wasn't she already bending over? But she realized what it was he wanted, and she giggled at her slow thinking as she pulled her lips up and off of the kitsune's penis. "Anything for you, dear," she purred, awkwardly dismounting Tamati's stout body. When she had her feet on the floor, she found herself a little shaky-legged. Tamati stood with her, and she rested on him, laying her head on his breast.

A big smile creased Tamati's lips. He kissed between her horns and caressed her back. In the same moment, he ground his erection against her belly. "This is very nice."

"Indeed," Toriel sighed. She pulled Tamati down for a kiss on the lips before easing back. She glanced at his frightfully large penis. The thought of penetration after all these years almost seemed wrong, but she wanted it. She licked her lips and put her paws on the desk, letting them rest at either side of the cooling pie. "I am, I suppose, all yours now," she cooed, looking over her shoulder.

"Perfect," Tamati growled, sizing up Toriel's maternal figure. He pressed his member against her ass, grinding it into her crack, and cupped her breasts. The goat moaned softly and pressed back.

"God, I love your body," hissed Tamati. He started to hump her, rubbing his dense cock quickly through the deep crack of her ass. Her plush cheeks created a warm and snug gap to fuck, and he made eager use of it.

Smiling bashfully, Toriel asked, "Is this--," she paused, fighting some reservations about the word, "sex to surface dwellers?"

"Oh, I--, oh, no," Tamati laughed, squeezing her breasts. "No, this is just--, aw," he murmured. "Never mind."

Toriel tittered, briefly covering her muzzle. "It feels good."

Tamati chuckled, and he ground more forcefully into her fine, white ass before abruptly pulling back. He humored the notion of giving it to her in the ass, yet to ruthlessly sodomize her in light of her hospitality and fine cooking seemed to Tamati to be in bad taste. As he pressed his aching glans against the warm, slippery lips of her muff, he put the idea to the wayside completely.

"Oh, mmh," Toriel cooed, "you do it like we do... I was getting a little worried in the bed."

The kitsune choked back a laugh. He held his penis steady and grasped Toriel's hip in the other paw. "I am, uh," he paused, smiling, "I'm quite large. Let me know if it hurts."

Though that concern had crossed her mind, Toriel was pleased to find, as Tamati entered her, that she was still pliable. She bit her lip and groaned. Something as gratifying as the kitsune's big, black cock in the wake of so many sexless years filled her with pleasure. Dormant longings came to the surface, and the monster bucked back, taking in many inches with a groan.

Tamati joined her in expressions of pleasure. He looked down on the penetration and grinned. Not only was the sight of his member vanishing into Toriel's cunt exciting, but their sharply contrasting colors made it visually striking. He patted her hip and gave both sides a squeeze. His many tails swished and danced, but they briefly trembled as his hips came to rest on the plush curve of her ass. "Ooh, god," he puffed, taking the moment to peel his tank top off. His boxers were still taut around his thighs and he left them there.

"Indeed, young one," Toriel concurred, quaking. She clenched her fists against the desk and looked back at the kitsune needfully. "What is that vulgar word? I've heard it spoken. It's a word from the surface." She grinned deviously. Tamati found it infectious and grinned back.

"Fuck," he purred. "I want to fuck you, Toriel."

"Yes," Toriel growled. "Fuck me, young one..."

Hunkering down over Toriel and breathing luridly against her ears, Tamati began to fuck the goat as she so lewdly requested. He had no mercy for her, and she in turn asked none, for as Tamati bucked, she pushed back.

The black fox's balls swung against her stout thighs. His penis, which had already reamed her, kept her open and throbbed against her vaginal walls, treating her to incredible pleasure. Tamati's enormous output of pre, together with Toriel's wetness, filled the room with sucking, wet noises of sex, trodden upon by their grunting and moaning.

Toriel was a modest monster, but as her breasts bounced, she found herself reveling in the sex. She pushed back as often as she could in spite of her shaking legs. Her pussy clenched and ached, and though the sensation had last been felt long in the past, she had not forgotten what it was to orgasm.

"Oh--, oh, Tamati," she bleated, closing her eyes tightly, "I am sorry, young one, but I'm going to--, to climax very soon..."

The grin already on Tamati's face grew wider still. He laughed breathlessly and proclaimed as he pounded her, "Nothing to be sorry about!" He shuddered and brazenly smacked her hip. Her ass jiggled beautifully. Toriel gasped and went wide-eyed, then looked back at Tamati with a disbelieving, almost mad rictus.

"You hit me!" she said, hardly believing it. "Do it again!"

Tamati bit his lip and spanked the goat again. Toriel whimpered in pain and pleasure alike. Her legs felt as if they might give out and her cunt truly ached as her release reared up on her, but she demanded another smack still, and Tamati delivered in spades.

"Ah, more! Mo-o-ore, young one!" Toriel cried, arching her back as Tamati whaled on her hip and ass. He hardly broke his rhythm as he reddened her ass.

Abruptly, Toriel cried out and came. She clenched and squirted with phenomenal strength, sending her viscous juices down his member and wetting his balls. His boxers got some too, and the runoff splattered noisily onto the wooden floor.

Toriel yowled and whimpered. Her legs buckled and she started to fall, but Tamati caught her in a show of quick reflexes. He moved aside with her, dragging her curling toes along the floor, and dropped her gracelessly on the bed. He never took his member out of her tightening box.

As the monster warbled into her sheets and trembled in afterglow, Tamati ruthlessly nailed her. He had become like a true animal, smashing his pelvis into her pliable ass again and again with only his own pleasure in mind. He nipped and bit the monster's neck, often coaxing her to gasp or cry out. She uttered his name in an almost infantile way. Tamati grinned enormously. That he had caused her such a debilitating orgasm gave his ego quite a boost.

"Oh, gawd," Tamati suddenly blurted, almost whimpering himself as his climax struck. He fell slack on Toriel with hips flush to her behind, and he came explosively. His thick ejaculate quickly overfilled her and escaped the only way it could: around Tamati's cock. Semen squirted out under incredible pressure, making a mess of her plump ass and his loins. The sheets would need to be washed for sure. But at that moment, neither cared about the mess. They groaned and crooned together, Tamati in the bliss of his orgasm, and Toriel in welcoming the return of sexual gratification to her life.

Minutes passed as Tamati panted and shuddered like a dog recovering from a long run. Even his tails moved lazily. Eventually he peeled himself off of Toriel and eased out of her snatch, only to turn and flop onto the bed, planting his feet on the floor. His penis was already falling flaccid and it rested on his belly, oozing the last of his orgasm there.

It took Toriel even longer to recover. The goat ultimately scooted off of the bed and tried her shaky legs before daring to walk. Tamati gazed at her semen-smeared ass in satisfaction.

Toriel took the slice of pie off the desk and sat beside Tamati, seeming not to mind the mess which covered her and leaked from between her thighs. Tamati sat up with her, and they shared the pie with the same fork, Toriel feeding them both bites.

When the treat was gone, Toriel set the plate aside and leaned into Tamati's flank. "How long will you be staying, young one?" she quietly asked. "Do you wish to go home?"

"I do," Tamati firmly told her. "But," he slyly added, "I'm in no rush..."