Asriel, King of Playtime
The play palace was bigger than it had looked on the outside. The twisting turns led him around and around, crawling, climbing and bouncing his way through colourful hallways of soft foam and bright, plastic sheet covers.
Just as he was wondering if he could find his way out again, he came across someone else.
“Hi! Oh, o-oh gosh…”
They were a black goat, a full head taller than him and broader to match, muscles were clearly defined under the thick fur on their chest. He was wearing a tank-top that left his musky pits fully exposed and there was nothing at all covering his bottom half.
He turned his head. The goat’s eyes were practically invisible under his thick fringe, but Asriel could feel the gaze on him. It wasn’t unkind, but somewhat calculating. After a long pause he spoke, with a deep voice.
“Hey. First time?”
“Umm… yes.” Ariel blushed and glanced between the goat and the identical, multicoloured hallways. “I can’t quite find my way around.”
“Looks like it.” The goat shifted his weight as he looked Asriel up and down. Asriel couldn’t help looking at how the goat’s thick cock danced between his legs.
“Heh.” Oh no, had he noticed? Hurriedly Asriel shifted his glance back up, the larger goat was grinning. “Tell you what, I’ll lead you down to the throne room.“
“Throne room?”
“Yeah, from outside the place looks kinda like a castle, right? So there’s a throne room in the middle where we all hang out. It’s easier to find your way around from there. So…” He leaned down, face to fringe with Asriel. “You in?”
Oh gosh, going somewhere even deeper with this big, naked goat… this definitely felt like a trap. But Asriel was definitely lost and the goat was offering help. It would be unfair to run away just because of how, um, imposing he was.
“S-sure!” Asriel stuttered, flashing the goat a big smile.
His new friend nodded, smirked then turned around. “Follow me then.”
Asriel gratefully followed the goat through the maze of passages. Walking in near silence except for the soft step of their paws on the padded floor.
This goat seemed quite quiet. It looked like it was up to Asriel to push the conversation along.
“Um, is it far?” He asked.
“Not very.” The goat replied without turning around.
They walked along in silence for a while. Then Asriel spoke again.
“W-why are you, er, naked?” He felt the blush rise to his cheeks as he spoke. He’d been unable to turn away from the leading goat’s, um, hindquarters for the last few minutes.
“Heh, you’ll find out.”
Well that was a bit ominous. They walked a little further in silence before Asriel was surprised by a question from his escort..
“So, what’s up with the padding?”
Asriel flushed. “They’re just pull ups!” He said, defensively. “I-I don’t actually need them!”
“Heh, well whatever.”
Then they walked in silence again.
Just how long did this play place go on for? It was a sprawling maze that had them walking and climbing and going every which way. Not only that, it seemed to be getting warmer as they went. Asriel could feel the sweat sticking to the back of his shirt.
“You’re feeling it now, right?” The tall, dark goat clearly noticed Asriel’s discomfort.. “We’ve a place where you can stash your clothes. Not long now.”
Asriel nodded and ran a hand across his brow. It had been a normal sunny day outside, but here it felt as though he was entering a tropical greenhouse.the air was thick and heavy and the scent was overpowering. Asriel could see even his guide starting to sweat a bit. The way it highlighted the goat’s chiselled frame sent nervous tremors all up through Asriel’s body.
“Huh?” He realised that his guide had spoken.
“I said we’re here.” The goat pointed to a large, colourful arched doorway. The roof was higher and the general impression was that an important chamber lay beyond.
There was also heat. It radiated from the door as if it opened into a sauna. Moisture was dripping from the walls and Asriel could almost see the heat haze.
The big goat grinned and gestured towards a smaller space full of colourful boxes.
“You can leave your clothes in there. That is, less you want to get all wet down there.”
“I told you I don’t- oh…” Asriel caught himself and blushed as the understanding set in. “I-I see…”
He went inside and very self-consciously pulled his shirt over his head, then tugged his pull-ups down. His heart was racing, b-but it was nothing to be embarrassed about right? After all, his guide was naked and he looked, um, good. He didn’t want to stand out.
He stepped out, hands chastely stuck between his legs.
“Come on.” The guide rolled his eyes and gave him an expectant look.
With much hesitation and blushing Asriel pulled his hands away, letting his modest goathood hang loose.
“Heh, nice.” The big goat smirked. “Now you’re ready. I’ll show you around.”
With that the two goats walked into the throne room.
It was hot and humid, like a sauna. If Asriel had been wearing clothes they would have been soaked within moments. As it was he felt the warm, wet heat seeping through his fur making him perspire freely.
The heat wasn’t just physical, everywhere he looked there were other goats, seemingly carbon copies of his buff guide, lounging about in various provocative aspects. More than a couple were lazily stroking their paws up and down their cocks, meeting Asriel’s gaze cooly as they passed.
Still they walked on, deeper into the plastic cavern, until they came to a huge room with a large seat built out of soft canvas covered blocks. Other goats, all dark-furred, tall and broad, were milling about in small groups round the edges of the room. To Asriel’s embarrassment he was led up to the empty space right in front of the throne before his guide patted him on the shoulder.
“Sit tight. I just gotta hit the head.” With a pat on Asriel’s shoulder the guide detached and took a few steps over to the wall. Placing one arm against it he leaned forward, glided one hand down to grasp his dangling shaft then let out a deep breath. The next moment a spurt of amber fluid grew into a stream, filling Asriel’s nose with a musky, heady scent.
Asriel watched open-mouthed while the golden stream splashed on the floor, trickling down and away through a small vent in the floor. He could feel his loins pulsing and the humid heat seemed to fill his mind. He wanted… he wanted-!
“W-what?” He was snapped back to reality by a buff goat suddenly standing in his view, though the height difference meant that Asriel was really only getting an eyeful of black-furred abs. He had become the centre of a small crowd, surrounded on all sides by fur, warmth, and the scent.
He couldn’t stop his eyes from drifting down. He was in the middle of a circle of cocks, each with a pair of pent up, potent balls, hanging between the thighs of the powerful goat-men. While he stared one shaft twitched and started to rise, a point of moisture glistening at the tip. He looked up into the grinning face of a goat, who gave him a wink.
“Well,” one of the goats started, leaning down to look straight into Asriel’s eyes. “You’ve made it to the throne room, it is pretty easy to get out from here. But…” here a paw reached down and coincidentally brushed against his stiffening shaft. “How about we play a little first?”
Asriel could feel his legs shaking, his own length growing. He took a breath and his mind was flooded by the dominant male scents that were surrounding him, awakening instincts he didn’t know he had.
“How about we play kings and subjects?” Said a goat behind him, prompting a general nodding. “Sounds like fun. You can be king, short-stuff.” He turned his grin back on the quivering Asriel. “What do you think?”
He couldn’t think, his mind was such a whirlpool of excitement, but the tension along his shaft and below his tail told him how much he wanted this. All he needed to do was let the others take the lead, and it smelled like they would be oh so good at that.
He wondered how hazy and horny he looked to the others, so much that he didn’t resist when a big, black-furred paw reached down and gently grasped his chin, tilting his head up then down.
“Perfect! Then let’s get started.” The slightest push on Asriel’s shoulders was enough for him to drop to his knees, staring right into the sources of that delightful heat, standing proud and glistening with sweat.
Thought simply stopped functioning in Asriel’s mind, giving instinct room to take over. He didn’t need to do much, simply open his mouth. Here and now it wasn’t for speech anymore. It was simply a hole that needed to be filled.
“Good boy,” the goat in front gave him a pat before cradling the back of his head. “A king’s first duty is to his people, after all.”
With that he gently pushed his hips forward, let his cock slide across Asriel’s eager tongue and the tip took up residence in his mouth. As the salty taste of pre-cum filled him he let out a deep huff of satisfaction and his tail started wagging. A couple of other goats stepped forwards, each holding their mighty tool. Asriel dazedly reached his arms up and rested his fingers against them. They were hot and slick with sweat, they quivered at his touch. He just stayed there a moment, savouring the feel and flavour of this intimate connection, while the goats gazed down at him.
He didn’t get much chance to stay there before the goats put him to work. With a slow but firm tug to the back of his head Asriel found himself pulled forwards, accepting the shaft deeper into his throat. The scent of the dominant male sent his eyes rolling, turning his whole body into something for the goat to use. His joy came from being treated like a toy.
But he couldn’t neglect the others, a firm twitch reminded him of the pair he had on his hands. He stroked his hands across them, timing the movement to match the cock in his throat, accepting his place as a creature born to serve dicks.
His clumsy fondling soon picked up, little thrusts from each of his suitors guiding him towards a more effective and sensuous touch. All until the first goat granted his head by the horns and pulled him down, giving him the rough face-fucking that he’d never known he’d been craving. Balls battered against his chin as he choked on the thick sausage, until the goat came and Asriel’s cheeks bulged with the cum he couldn’t fit down his throat.
He’d been too distracted to do much more than grip the other two, but seeing his maw turned into a portable fuck-hole was enough to drive them over the edge. They came all over his paws and face, multiplying the masculine scent in the air and making Asriel’s loins flare with need.
Those three pulled away, but Asriel was only left alone a second before another three took up positions in front of him. This time there was no hesitation, he leaned forwards and took a shaft in his mouth, kissing the tip before gently swallowing it up to the root. He grasped the two cocks by his paws in a gentle grip, pumping them up and down in a strong rhythm. He was confident now, he just had to listen to his body and follow the scent to know what felt good. If he faltered then a gentle thrust from his partners would put him back on track.
Before long he heard some appreciative huffs from above, the next moment two strong streaks of fresh cum painting his face. He doubled the suction in his mouth and was rewarded with a hot, salty fluid pumped straight down into his stomach.
That trio were replaced with another, then another. Wave after wave of fresh scents and erect shafts passed through Asriel’s hands and mouth. Each fresh load of cum he took reinforcing his confidence and his place in the herd. His body thrilled with excitement as his touch gained the expertise of the professional courtesan.
“What’s happening?” Then suddenly there was a gap in the crowd. Asriel had serviced enough goats by now that he could tell them apart, and he recognised this one as his guide. Sweat was dripping along his abs and his cock reeked with the scent of his fresh ‘marking’. Asriel salivated, he just wanted to worship that beautiful, buff body. He wanted to tongue-bathe his chest, huff his pits, his ass, his cock, taste all those wonderful smells. Get his whole body so thoroughly marked that there is no question who owns him…
Asriel came back from his fantasy to realise the other goats had been speaking. “King, huh?” This was the voice of his guide speaking. “Sounds like fun. How about one of you fetch the crown and I’ll get him ready for you.”
A black-furred figure disappeared into the darkness and suddenly Asriel was face to groin with his guide. He opened his mouth expectantly, but pouted as the goat pulled away.
“No, this time I’m dealing with that.” He pointed a finger downwards. Asriel followed his gaze down to between his own legs. He blushed as he saw just how leaky his cock has become, he was nearly sitting in a puddle of his own juice. He looked back up into the face of the goat, still wearing that confident expression that just made him melt. “How about you turn around for me?”
Asriel acquiesced, blushing as he turned on his knees and looked towards a group of extremely satisfied goats lurking about the edges of the room.
“Almost. Now lift up those hips, there’s a good king.” Asriel obeyed, hiking up his soft butt and fuzzy tail. He gasped as he felt strong paws pull his cheeks apart, then melted as a strong digit coated in something cool and slippery massaged over his tail hole. He yelped and whimpered, biting his lip while the finger probed deeper and spread sweet slickness inside the entrance to his love tunnel.
“That should do it!” The finger withdrew, leaving Asriel with a sense of incredible emptiness. He shook while his tail hole gaped, wordlessly begging for something to fill it. Which is why he flushed with relief and anticipation when he felt two big, strong hands grasp his hips and pull him back, while something hot nestled between his cheeks like a hotdog in a bun. Asriel moaned when a hand reached down to grope his taut balls and tingling shaft.
“My turn to serve you now.” The guide whispered into Asriel’s ear. “I’m not gonna stop until I’ve milked you dry!”
Asriel gasped as the goat pressed himself in, slowly, gently spreading him around his fearsome shaft. The finger had felt good but the heat and the girth of this cock, Asriel knew he could get addicted to this. He’d only just been thrust into but he was already at his peak, he tried to clench down, but that was when the tip came nuzzling up right against his prostate.
He popped his cork, immediately, while everyone watched. With a yip he shot streaks of white fluid all across the floor, spraying up between his hands. He felt the grip tighten against his waist.
“Broken the seal already, eh? Well, no matter.” Asriel could only squeak as the cock was ground into him. “Let’s see just how much we can milk out of you!”
From that point on the goat started thrusting in earnest. The sounds of flesh slapping together echoed through the hot chamber, even above the hubbub of the other goats. Asriel could do nothing but hold on, try to breathe even as his tail hole was being blissfully pounded open. The goat’s thick shaft felt as though it were thrusting inside him all the way through his body, his thoughts being bashed away by it leaving only animal lust.
His cock was still leaking pearly white fluid that came out in drips and spurts each time he was thrust into. He wasn’t sure if he was having lots of little climaxes or if this was one orgasm relentlessly extended, though in his eye-rolling, panting, squeaking pleasure it hardly seemed to matter. His asshole was being sawed into by an expert touch, knocking the breath out of him. The goat was strong enough to totally dominate him, but was ramping up the strength gently, always keeping him at the peak of pleasure. Asriel just shrieked and moaned and grunted his way through the most intense sex he could imagine, completely entrusting his body to his caprine lover.
By the time Asriel was coming out of his haze he was lying back in a puddle of his own juices. He looked up to see his lover looking down on him, still with that smirk that made his heart flutter, still buried to the hilt inside him, but now he was holding up something that glittered in the dim light.
“Your ‘crown’, king! He smirked, holding the strange meshwork of metal before Asriel’s eyes. It looked like a set of rings connected by a rod, curling over and ending in a small semicircular tip.
“That doesn’t look like it’ll fly on my head…” Asriel said muzzily, trying to catch his breath. The strong goat chuckled.
“Oh no, it doesn’t go on that head!” He said, unclasping one end it and bringing it down towards Asriel’s crotch. His wet, deflated cock easily slid inside the metal rings, with the head tightly constrained behind the little curved helmet. The hole would let fluid escape but that was it. There was a click as the cage was locked tight over his manhood. The goat held up a small golden key before handing it off where it was whisked off to who knows where.
“There we go, that’s you properly ‘coronated’, king!” The goat ran a finger across the tight golden cage, making Asriel squirm. “Now we’ll help with your lust in exchange for you helping with ours. That is the ‘social contract’, see?”
He grinned and extended a hand. Asriel took it and was helped up onto shaking legs as he walked towards the plastic throne. They’d hardly gotten three steps when a couple of goats stepped forward from the crowd, each with a hand lazily stroking their firm cocks as they looked expectantly into Asriel’s eyes.
“There you go, it looks like this is your first official job. You know what to do!”
Asriel did. He bent down to rub his snout along one shaft while he pressed his butt up against the other. As he felt one pair of hands grab his hips and another grab his horns his mind slipped into the familiar horny haze, coaxed along by the twitching of his cock behind his cage.

Asriel wasn’t sure how long he spent there, the goats didn’t seem to have any way of tracking time. If they were tired, they slept, if they were hungry then snacks were brought out from somewhere.
Asriel himself never needed to worry about food. The amount of liquid nourishment he got from sucking the dicks of his ‘citizens’ was more than enough to satisfy him, though he had some hazy recollections of some sweet fruits being pushed into his mouth when he was half-conscious.
The sexual appetite of these goats was unstoppable. Asriel rarely had a minute when he wasn’t being used, mouth, ass, hands, sometimes even his thighs and armpits. On the rare occasions he wasn’t being used he’d found that his throne doubled as a sex toy centrepiece, with a mechanical piston dildo for his anus and a vibrating wand for his caged clock.
He hadn’t left the throne room for who knows how long. The place seemed to serve the goats for every purpose: bedroom, dining room and bathroom. There were vents under the walls that they used whenever they needed to relieve themselves, and there seemed to always be one who was using it at any given time. The musky scent and humid heat was constantly renewed, keeping Asriel’s mind clouded with horny thoughts. But he was happy to suck and fuck and keep creaming himself in his cage.
Then his guide said that he had an errand, something that Asriel had to do with him. It was the first time it had happened but Asriel graciously agreed to follow him as he led the way through the maze-like plastic corridors. Though really Asriel was staggering forward with shaking legs, dripping cum from his well-used tail-hole with every step. His guide led, pushed and occasionally carried him along until they reached a curved plastic window as tall as Asriel.
The tall, dark goat set Asriel down on his feet and pointed. “Look.” He said, simply.
Asriel powered through the clear, round plastic and saw… the outside. There was natural light, the soft floor of the park with its border of trees and figures milling about. Looking down by a bench he could see three very significant figures: a tall, white-furred goat in a summer dress, a stout goat in a floral shirt and an incongruously big buggy with an adult human inside. Toriel, Asgore and Kris.
“Don’t worry. It hasn’t been that long, for them.” His guide spoke as if reading his thoughts. “Time passes a little differently here. I just thought you might like to see them, and…” Asriel yelped as he felt a push from behind, leaving both of his paws pushed against the clear plastic. “I thought we might put on a show.”
Asriel’s heart was suddenly racing. Everyone was right there! He knew exactly where he was, he remembered seeing this round plastic window from down there. If any of them looked up he’d be exposed!
But… his body needed cock. It was responding to the dark goat’s string grip, thoughts dulling and lust flaring, exactly how he’d been trained. His hips were pushing back automatically, grinding against his partner’s thick shaft. As the tip pushed against his hole he clenched down just enough to provide a pleasing resistance, just like he’d been taught. His face melted in pleasure as he felt it push. Its way. In!
The PLAP PLAP PLAP rang out as Asriel’s ass was loudly bred. He braced himself against the window, letting his body rock with the rough fucking, the fact that everyone was so close adding an extra adrenaline boost. But he might get away with it if they finished up quickly, nobody seemed to be looking-
Kris was looking up at him. His eyes were wide and his body had stiffened up.
“Hoo! You see someone you recognise down there?” The goat ravishing his anus taunted. “You just tightened up real good!”
Asriel couldn’t help it. It felt dangerously good to have an audience. His cock jerked in his cage and ropey white spunk splashed against the clear plastic by his feet. He shook and quivered as the rough pounding continued, milking every last drop of cum from his balls.
At last the goat behind him snorted, thrust himself to the hilt and began riding out his own climax. Asriel moaned as he felt the thick, hot fluid pumping into him, bowels flooding with rich seed. It was a sensation he’d experienced countless times now but it still always turned him into a quivering mess.
Asriel collapsed to his knees, panting as cum leaked out from the front and behind. But even wracked with pleasure he couldn’t stop himself from lifting his head and looking down through the smeared window. Toriel and Asgore seemed distracted, but Kris was still looking up. He’d seen everything and he was never going to let Asriel forget it.
Asriel felt good heart racing. Why did the thought excite him so much?
“Well, that’s all I had for you, time to get back! I can’t keep hogging you all to myself.” The big goat picked Asriel up bodily and let him hang limply over his shoulders. Embarrassment and lust chased each other through his mind until he was finally lulled to sleep.

Later. It was impossible to know how much later. The goats were lounging, eating, peeing against the wall as usual. Asriel was seated on his throne, flopped back limply while his butt was relentlessly pounded by the sex toys built into the seat. His eyes were hazy and unfocused, staring into nothing as he drowned in pleasure. Two goats were standing on either side of his throne, stroking themselves while he squeaked and huffed, before shooting their seed onto his chest-fur.
Asriel was covered in spunk. It was leaking from his ass, from his mouth, stained all over his fur, continually replenished by the endless parade of horny subjects. Hardly a minute went by where he didn’t have a cock in him or near him, usually in multiple holes at once. Until now.
Somewhere a switch was pressed. The prosthetic phallus that had been stretching out his love tunnel retreated back into the toy throne, leaving him flopped on the seat. For the first time in what felt like forever he had the time to just relax and breathe in the musky air.
The guide goat, who seemed to have become his handler, pulled him off of the throne and carried him to the corner of the room. The heat radiating up from the floor warmed him up as he blinked muzzily at the goats surrounding him.
“You’ve been a good sport and it has been a real treat to be playing king with you.” Asriel was dimly aware of the guide goat talking. “But we’ve decided it is about time you should head back out. We just need to clean you off a bit first.
Asriel didn’t have the energy to do anything other than sit there as a multitude of goats gathered around him. Each one was reaching down and pointing their half-hard cocks towards him. There was a moment of anticipation, during which Asriel realised he was sitting in the middle of a large drain, then the golden shower began.
A few spurts became streams, then more and more joined until Asriel was in the centre of a torrent of golden liquid. The hot musk filling his nose and sinking indelibly into his brain. The humid heat that he’d been submerged in these past… however long it had been… seemed to be rewiring his body, he’d always be carrying around a piece of these goats with him.
The cum soaked out of his fur as the golden torrent washed over him, leaving his whole body dripping and a small drop of clear fluid leaking from the tip of his cage. He sat back, breathing deeply of the ammonia scented air.
The streams gradually slowed, each of the goats shaking off the last few drops of wetness, leaving Asriel steaming from the fresh ‘shower’.
“I’d say that’s clean enough!” The guide goat, who’d been behind the longest and strongest stream, reached down and pulled him to his feet. “Let’s get you dressed up!”
With that he led Asriel back out from the arched entrance of the throne room to the little antechamber. Leaving the dazed, dripping Asriel leaning against a wall while he dipped into an alcove and came out with a box. Opening the lid he held it beneath Asriel’s eyes, who was amazed to see a neatly folded shirt and a pull-up.
“Come on, get dressed.” The goat said, before looking down. “Whoops! Can’t forget about that!”
He palmed a key from who-knows-where and unlocked the golden cage, leaving Asriel swinging free for the first time in forever. “Going to need this for the next king, eh? But not to fret.”
He reached inside the box and pulled out a ringed plastic cage. With a dextrous paw he grasped Asriel’s junk before it had a time to get used to the air and nestled it inside its new cage. “Keep that as a memento to remind you of your ‘reign’.”
Asriel felt a hazy comfort as he felt the plastic cage tighten around his shaft. It mingled with the warm musk of the goats in his nose and created a sensation of total relaxation, entirely happy to be used however people may want.
The guide nodded once he saw the cage was firmly on and left the little key in the lock, not that Asriel really noticed. He just lifted his legs when asked and let the goat pull his pull-up back on him. Asriel unconsciously relaxed his asshole as soon as his butt felt the passing, resulting in a sudden push of gloopy spunk that immediately soaked into his seat.
“Whoops! Hope they don’t look too hard at that when they change you!” The goat chuckled at the suddenly soggy padding, then gestured for the arms to come up. Asriel obeyed without thinking and let the t-shirt get pulled over his head.
The goat took a step back and admired his handiwork. Asriel was standing on shaking legs, sporting a pull up from which had clearly seen a bit of use. His shirt had been tugged over his ‘clean’ body, trapping the musky goat stench closer to him. He was already sweating a bit from the heat, making her smell a little ripe. To top it all off he was wearing the permanent grin and fuck-drunk hazy eyes that he’d worn ever since he’d started ‘serving’ his subjects.
“Perfect!” He said, laying a hand on Asriel’s shoulder. “Now let’s show you the way out. Be sure to come back anytime you want to ‘play’ again~”

“Ah, Asriel! Did you have fun in there? Are you a little tired?” Out in the sunlight Toriel guided the staggering goat to a bench next to Kris’s push-chair. Kris peered over to his companion then wrinkled his nose as the stench of goat musk and cum hit him.
“How about we rest a little while and then we can see the other attractions!” Toriel said, sitting on one side of them. Asriel’s only response to this was to sigh and let something that sounded like a squelch resonate through his pull up. The scent of male satisfaction in the air increased.
Kris struggled in his bindings and tried to hold his breath. It was going to be an extremely long day.