Asriel Dree-MMMRRRPH!
Commission that I wrote for someone on FA: Enjoy.~
You couldn't help but notice the expression on Asriel's face changing throughout the battle. Of course there were more pressing matters vying for your attention-including but by no means limited to magic fireballs and flying swords-but studying the progression of his face gave you a good idea as to where you stood. At the start of the fight, Asriel wore a big, toothy, sinister grin-more like the kind Flowey had than anything like his mother or father. That was when it seemed like it could be a fight, when it seemed like you could put up some manner of resistance. It became increasingly clear that you couldn't-in fact, the only thing you could do was recover some little bits of health as you tried in vain to dodge his attacks.
As you stood still, his grin faded, and he seemed confused more than anything. "What're you doing?" His powered-up state made his voice echo, clashing somewhat with his confusion. "You're not even gonna try?" He cancelled his levitation, settling his feet down on what must have been the ground (in a weird psychedelic rainbow tunnel, it can be hard to tell). "You really are helpless, aren't you...?" You, being thankful that the fireballs and bolts of lightning seemed to have stopped, were in no position to disagree with him. Then, his expression changed again-another grin, but without the murderous malice of the first. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he looked more like a bullying older brother than someone who would vaporize you with a giant laser. "Well, then," Asriel said, advancing upon you with a superior sort of swagger, "I think I oughta give you some payback. What d'you say, Chara?"
Before you could say anything about that, Asriel was upon you, giving you a shove that sent you tumbling backwards, landing on your back with a thud. You tried to recover from that quickly, but it seemed like Asriel wasn't about to give you a chance. He strode up to your side, looking practically giddy with anticipation, before he lifted his foot up. Having a big, fluffy, heavy goat foot plant itself on your face is greatly preferable to being melted by a magical beam of hyperdeath, but that was really all the experience had going for it. You jolted with surprise, hands instinctively coming up to grab the foot and try and push it away, but to no avail. Asriel's foot was as big as your face, and while it didn't smell as bad as you would expect there was a sharp, boyish pungency to the scent that made your brain feel foggy as you tried to breathe beneath that smothering sole. "Man, your face makes for a good footrest!" You could hear Asriel's taunting, echoing voice from up above you, although you couldn't see him. He levitated into a seating position, as though sitting on an invisible chair, and placed both feet right on your face. If one was hard to take, two was even harder-you gave up on prying them off and just lay there, letting Asriel have his domineering fun.
"You know," Asriel said, rubbing his feet up and down your face, affecting a casual tone, "I really thought you'd be able to do more to me than run away. Guess not, huh?" He pressed his long soft toes against your face, as though in a rough massage. "You can't even stop me from wiggling my toes in your face, huh?" He waggled them, right in front of your eyes, soles still cutting off your air. "Huh? You can't do anything now, can you?" And he was right-you couldn't do anything, not even breathe. He couldn't lift off soon enough-you gasped aloud as those heavy feet were taken off, laying on the ground with a dazed expression on your face. Asriel snickered as he settled down on the ground from his levitating perch, looking down at you with that leering look. There was a childlike sadism to it, as though he were a kid frying ants with a microscope on a sunny day. "Weaker than I thought!" the goat declared. "Now, let's see how you like this..."
You only realized what was happening when it was too late to do anything about it. Asriel stood over you, placing one fluffy foot on either side of your head, and hiked up his robes. Any complaint you may have made was muffled when Asriel lowered into a squat, plunging you into a world of darkness underneath his big, thick goat ass. You had never noticed it before, but Asriel had a thick, juicy, shapely bubble butt. (You had never seen him in this form before, but that's beside the point.) It had a jiggly, jellylike quality about it that, coupled with the snow-white fur covering it, made Asriel sitting on your face feel like being smothered by two giant marshmallows. Of course, marshmallows weren't this heavy, or this hot, or this sweaty. This, coupled with the humiliation of the experience, made your face blush bright red, unseen to your tormentor.
"Phew!" Asriel pantomimed wiping sweat off of his forehead and kicked his legs out in front of him, acting as though he was sitting down after a long day when he pushed his full weight on top of your face. "You know, if I knew you were so comfortable, I would have done this before!" He wriggled his hips cheekily, making your head move uncomfortably along with them. "Maybe when all this is done I should take you back with me, repurpose you as a throne? Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Overwhelmed by the taunting and the sensation of having your face shoved into a goat monster's ass crack, you start to thrash around, kicking your legs and beating your fists into the soft flesh of Asriel's buttcheeks. Unfortunately for you, this achieved precisely nothing. Asriel threw his head back and gave a raspy, filthy laugh. "Aaaaaw, what's the matter? You don't like getting squished under my big ass?" Asriel reached his hands back, kneading his ass cheeks and slowly spreading them. "Let's see if I can get you to calm down like this..."
In the limited visibility afforded by Asriel's ass crack, you could see his tight pucker slowly bloom open, and could hear a soft squelching noise-pbbbbblllrrrrrt. When the sharp, spicy scent hit your nose, you realized it-Asriel just farted, right up your nose. Asriel just laughed as your struggles were renewed, kicking your legs and smacking your hands against those cheeks as the gas was trapped right in front of your eyes and nose. "Just sit tight, now, 'cuz I don't think I'm gonna get up for a while..."