Royal Inspection

Bundling up tight, yanking a warm beanie over his head and hiding away his little horn stumps underneath it, zipping up his jacket and wrapping a scarf around his neck, Asriel was beaming with joy as he hurried outside into the cool air. Wading into the soft, fluffy snow, the 10 year old goat looked around the town, waving hello to all the residents he sprinted past as he raced through Snowdin, in a hurry to get to the edge of town to finish off his masterpiece. The little prince loved visiting Snowdin, always begging his parents to take him along whenever the couple were coming to the town, loving every second he spent there even though Toriel and Asgore were busy taking care of boring political business most of the time. While his parents would spend the day chatting away and doing paperwork, Asriel would pass the time outdoors in the snow, doing whatever he felt like, whether it be having a snowball fight with some of the other cubs, building a little igloo, or trying to perfect his signature in the snow whenever he'd guzzled down a little bit too much soda. The young goat's latest creation was a big snowman he was putting together near the edge of the town, spotting the two big balls he'd rolled up as he approached the forest, left there after his fingers had gotten a little bit chilly, signalling that he was due for a break. Feeling reinvigorated and warm again after a cup of hot chocolate, Asriel was ready to return to his task, pulling out the carrot he'd pilfered from the shop to act as his new friend's nose, tossing it beside a few rocks and sticks he'd already gathered up next to where he'd erect the body of the snowman. Tucked away off to the side and out of sight of the town, the young goat got back to work rolling up the next piece of his snowman, having spent so much time in Snowdin that he wasn't worried in the least about just how far away from the rest of the residents he'd set up his site at, sure that he was in no risk at all since he knew everyone there so well. Grunting softly as he pushed the big ball of snow along, letting it gather up more mass and swell up in size, the little royal had no idea that he was being watched the whole time, a pair of eyes staring out at him from the woods. 

Having left his little cabin to head into town to get some food, as well as to strike up some conversation about politics and the usual with some of his fellow residents, Marshall spotted the little goat from some distance back, stopping in his tracks as he peered out from the woods. Wearing his usual orange jacket, the bear leaned against a tree and silently watched the boy dashing about, a soft smile on his face as his attentive eyes followed the prince's every move. The big and bulky ursine man's face expression might've seemed warm, almost academic and curious more than anything, yet the lack of any clothes beneath his waistline betrayed the bear's true interest in Asriel, a pink tip slowly poking out of his furry sheath, growing in size as he watched the cub from a distance. After pondering about the kid for some time, seemingly debating whether he should go for it or just continue on his way without disturbing the little royal, Marshall finally stepped out from the woods and into the clearing, the rustling of the bushes catching Asriel’s attention. Turning to look at the source of the sound, initially slightly startled but quickly calming down once he spotted the familiar face, Asriel smiled as he heaved the snowman’s head into place, panting softly as he waved at the man, 
“Oh, hey there!”
Marshall gave a nod to the boy, speaking in a calm, unwavering voice,
“Good evening, prince.”
Though Asriel wasn't very familiar with the bear, he'd seen the man around on occasion while visiting Snowdin, exchanging a few words with Marshall and hearing him chat with some of the others around town. The goat had always had a light fascination with the ursine, thinking that Marshall sounded so smart and wise, quoting books and talking about politics just like his parents. Glad to see that the cub seemed very receptive to his company, the bear walked closer to Asriel while the kid decorated the snowman, sticking little rocks into the body to mimic buttons while Marshall smiled, his hands in the pockets of his jacket, his cock on full display. Too innocent to question or even really notice the man's erection, happily bending over to pick up the sticks and the carrot off the floor, mooning Marshall in the process, Asriel proudly showed off his work of art, 
“What do you think?”
With his eyes fixed on the boy's body rather than the snowman in front of him, the bear nodded with a light hint of debauchery in his gaze, 
“Oh, it looks very, very nice~”

Disarming the boy even further with some light conversation, chatting about everything from books to the weather, gossip around town and the prince's parents, Marshall kept inching closer to the cub with his dick swelling up to full size, finally confident that he'd got the kid comfortable enough for him to make his move, 
“It's getting a little chilly out here, how about you join me back at my cabin? It's not far from here, I'll make you a nice, hot cup of tea and we can continue our conversation there.”
Having to admit that he felt his toes getting slightly cold, Asriel thought about the offer for a bit, glancing back towards the town of Snowdin while humming, guessing that his parents would still be busy for a good while longer as he turned back to the bear with a nod, 
“Alright, sure!”
Leading the goat into the forest, Marshall trundled down a very familiar path, his cabin soon enough peeking out from beyond the trees in the distance, nestled at the beach of a lake. Happily following the man inside, Asriel let out a delighted sigh at the gust of warm air greeting him the second the door to the cabin opened up, loosening his scarf and pulling his beanie off as he stepped into the bear's home, looking around with a smile. The quaint little cabin had a fireplace tucked on the far side, crackling with a warm fire, a comfortable looking fuzzy carpet laid out in front of it, a pair of plush seats nestled next to it. Beckoning the little prince to take one of the seats, Marshall grabbed a teapot and filled it with water, setting it by the fire as he grabbed some tea leaves and a pair of cups, 
“Just sit down and relax while I get the tea ready, I promise my special concoction will warm you up like nothing else~”
Smirking and turning away from the boy while Asriel was busy settling down, the bear secretly sprinkled a dash of powder into one of the cups, making sure he remembered which one he'd spiked just as the teapot began to whistle, hiding his anticipation behind his usual warm smile as he turned back to the cub, 
“Ah, good, the water’s ready~”

Taking the cup of steaming hot tea that the bear handed him, Asriel sat back in his chair and took a big sip, moaning softly as the warmth spread throughout his body, the gentle sweetness of the drink getting him to take another sip as he zipped his jacket open, already feeling a lot more comfy. Sitting across from the boy, Marshall watched the cub finishing the cup with a light smirk, taking a few sips of his tea as well, keeping a close eye on the kid as Asriel’s eyelids slowly began to droop as if the goat was fighting off sleep, the young prince's head gently swaying from side to side. Seeing that the drug was quickly kicking in, the man casually set down his cup and scooched forwards slightly, his cock giving a throb as Asriel groaned, 
“Wh… what's…”
Before the boy could finish, his eyes closed and his body suddenly went limp, flopping forwards right into the bear's arms as the man cooed into his ear, gingerly helping the passed out cub off the chair and laying him down on his back on the soft carpet in front of the crackling fireplace, 
“Just rest, your highness, I will take excellent care of you~”
With the little goat drifting off to deep sleep, Marshall began to unclothe him, a lewd yet caring smile on the bear's face as the man carefully stripped the boy's clothes, piling them up on the floor next to him as he snored softly. With Asriel fully nude, the bear likewise took off his own orange jacket, leaving both of them naked as he laid his hand on the cub's head, petting the preteen kid, playing with the wisps of fur between the two little stumpy horns. With his breathing growing heavier and a bead of precum forming on the tip of his pink member, the ursine ran his hand down Asriel’s face, stroking the cub's cheek and tickling his chin, gently prying open his maw and running a finger along his teeth, sliding a thumb down his tongue while huffing. The bear kissed Asriel’s snout before getting down to his chest, using both hands to rub at the passed out goat's nipples, giving them a little tweak while the prince squirmed in his sleep. Pushing his hands down to the unconscious kid's belly, gently massaging the boy while feeling Asriel’s slow and relaxed breathing, Marshall leaned over his asleep little guest to rub and grope the cub's plump thighs, feeling them up while his cock hovered over the boy's face, a few squirts of pre wetting the fur on Asriel’s snout as he moaned quietly. Not content with just groping the helpless little kid at his mercy, wanting to experience the prince with all of his senses, the bear leaned down and lifted up one of Asriel’s arms, sticking his snout right into the kid's armpit as he took a deep sniff, shuddering as the faint muskiness of the cub's sweaty pit nearly made him cum, hooking the arm around his shoulders as he grabbed the goat's other hand, wrapping the asleep boy's fingers around his cock while he continued to huff and sniff at the young royal’s mouthwatering aroma. 

As much as Marshall loved exploring his esteemed visitor's armpit with his nose and tongue, pulling his face out from under Asriel’s arm with a blush and a grin as he licked his lips, the bear knew that something even more thrilling was still waiting for him, having saved up the best for last, his dick pulsing in excitement as he glanced down towards the naked boy's loins. Kneeling by the goat's rump, bowing down as he grabbed Asriel’s ankles and gingerly spread the cub's legs, the man stuck his face right into the kid's family jewels, nuzzling his nose underneath the pair of little taut balls, his snout pressed against Asriel’s taint as he took a sniff, moaning and panting. The cub's toes curled up as he felt the adult's breath and nose tickling his groin in his sleep, his mouth agape slightly as his dreams quickly turned rather titillating, unaware of what was happening to his body in the waking world. Gently cupping the boy's balls and rolling them around, massaging and caressing the pair, Marshall grabbed the cub's sheath with his other hand, giving it a few light strokes while nuzzling his maw right up against it, kissing and suckling on it as he felt his tongue rubbing against Asriel’s tip inside, moaning as he felt the shaft beginning to glide out straight into his maw. Using his hands and his mouth to get the prince fully erect, Marshall let the goat's stiff manhood linger in his muzzle for a little while before he pulled his lips off of it with a pop, still groping Asriel’s sack as he straightened his back, shuffling a little closer to the unconscious kid. The bear pressed his own cock right up alongside the goat's, grabbing both lengths with one hand as he compared himself to the boy, slowly rubbing both and smearing a mixture of his drool and precum onto both pink, twitching shafts, biting his lip while the prince moaned in his sleep. Asriel was a fair bit smaller than the bear, both in terms of length and girth, yet he was rather well endowed for his age and species, making Marshall rather impressed with the young royal, whispering while continuing to fondle the drugged up goat, 
“Oh, you're a virile little man, you'll certainly ensure an heir to your lineage~”
Leaning down again on all fours, lifting the boy's legs up onto his shoulders as he stuck his face between the goat's thighs, Marshall went in for another sniff of the royal musk, unable to resist the temptation as he moaned and spread Asriel’s ass cheeks, pressing his nose against the cub's tight little pink pucker. Giving the hole a tender kiss while his cock leaked all over the carpet, the bear quivered as the kiss quickly turned into a full on make out session, tonguing the sleeping boy's tailhole while Asriel squirmed and wriggled about in his sleep, panting deliriously while the man rimmed him.

Sliding his tongue deep into the boy's tight hole, moaning with delight as he could tell that he'd be the first one to claim the little prince's pucker, Marshall swirled his tongue around the goat's tailhole for a few minutes, enjoying the sensation of Asriel unconsciously clenching down on him while twitching in his sleep. Eager to put his tongue to use on something other than just under Asriel’s tail, the bear eventually popped his snout out from between the cub's ass cheeks, still smacking his lips as he carefully laid the goat down flat on the soft carpet, panting as he laid down on his belly with his head right by the cub's feet. Grabbing the prince's ankles, Marshall shoved both paws right into his face, nuzzling against the pink, soft, delightfully silky pawpads as he moaned, just rubbing his muzzle against the pair for a while, taking in the scent and gently humping the soft carpet underneath him, spraying globs of precum as he closed his eyes in bliss. Even in his sleep, the always ticklish Asriel let out a tiny, adorable bleat as the man's fur caressed the soles of his feet, his breathing growing slightly more rapid as his toes curled up to grab the bear's snout, his dick remaining stiff as it slapped against his belly, drooling a little puddle of pre onto his white coat. Moaning against the boy's paws, Marshall opened his maw and put his tongue to work, fondling and caressing the pair of pawpads as if they were a canvas and the tip of his tongue was a paintbrush, tracing figures and painting images on the soles, going from heel to toe and back to heel again and again. 

As much as the ursine man would've loved to just stay right there and lap at the prince's paws for hours on end, he could feel his manhood throbbing at a pace signalling that he'd be spilling his seed in very short order, whether he wanted to or not. Hoping to make the cub's first time a very messy one, smirking as he thought that the little royal deserved nothing short of a grand creampie for the special occasion, Marshall eventually managed to convince himself to pluck his face out from between the goat's paws. Panting with a light blush on his face, his lips glistening from a mixture of sweat and his own slobber, the bear rolled Asriel onto his side before lying down next to the boy, nuzzling against the goat's back. Reaching down to spread the kid's ass cheeks, Marshall slipped his tip between the soft, plump buns, quickly finding the tight tailhole he'd been searching for, grunting with his eyes rolling back as he gently poked and prodded at it, his shivering hands holding Asriel by the hip as he felt the asshole slowly giving way and opening up. Slowly pushing himself in, trying to hold back the urge to just forcefully cram his entire girth into the boy out of fear of hurting the cub, Marshall moaned and hugged the little goat as he felt the tight pucker swallowing him up an inch at a time, snug and soft in all the right ways, making him shudder as he tightened his grasp on the kid. Nuzzling his snout against Asriel’s cheek, moaning into the boy's ear while he drilled deeper into the prince's tailhole, the bear reached down between his guest's thighs, wrapping his fingers around the cocklet poking out and drooling a steady stream of precum, feeling the pucker clenching hard as soon as he had his fist around the shaft, grunting as he began to stroke the goat's manhood at the same rhythm as he was humping the kid. Trembling and whimpering softly, Asriel grabbed onto the arms wrapped around him, his paws twitching and his ears folding back as his dreams grew more intense and wild, panting as he was jostled around by the force of the ursine’s thrusting. 

Gasping with every buck he gave the little virgin’s tight hole, taking advantage of the remote location of his cabin and the deep sleep of the drugged cub by being as loud as he felt like, Marshall felt his climax creeping up on him quite suddenly, in a hurry to plant his girth all the way into the young goat. Roaring as he plunged himself balls deep in Asriel, pulling the cub right up against his chest, the bear let go and emptied his balls right into the freshly deflowered kid, filling the prince all the way up to the brim with his seed. Even in his sleep, Asriel squirmed and gently kicked his legs as he felt his ass getting pumped full, his jaw quivering softly as he moaned, his own shaft throbbing in the bear's hand as a couple little ropes of cum gushed out and splattered over the carpet. Though Asriel’s load wasn't quite as big as the one he was shooting into the boy's ass, Marshall still loved the sensation of having the little goat explode in his hand, furiously pumping Asriel’s dick while he grunted and filled up the kid, watching fresh cum trickling through his fingers, out of breath and smiling as he began to wind down. Keeping his hand in a tight fist until he felt the cub's girth softening up, Marshall opened his hand to see the mess Asriel had made, cum webbing across his digits as he grinned and quickly brought his hand over to his muzzle, lapping up as much of the goat's load as he could clean up, his own load slowly oozing out of the prince's rear at the same time. Keeping himself balls deep in Asriel, the bear rolled onto his back, pulling the cub on top of him as he let out a long, happy sigh, cuddling with the passed out goat while letting the little royal use his fluffy, big body as a bed. Glancing out at the window, seeing the setting sun in the distance, Marshall just smiled and closed his eyes while stroking Asriel’s belly, not too worried about explaining where the prince had disappeared off to for the night.