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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Undertale_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Asriel_Dreemurr/Undyne
  Character:
      Undyne_(Undertale), Asriel_(Undertale)
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, parks, Loss_of_Innocence, Water_Sex, Creampie
  Series:
      Part 60 of Comfy_Fish_Stories
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-12 Words: 1510
****** Teen Asriel and Teen Undyne go on a date ******
by morefishplease
Summary
     What it says in the title. Due to having originally been written and
     posted for a different site most of my stories' titles are just
     descriptions of the story, and I'm too lazy to make up meaningful
     titles for everything.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“So,” Asriel says, leaning in, slow grin spreading beneath his thick lips.
Undyne starts, drags her eyes back down to his. She’d been staring at his
curled horns, wondering what they’d feel like if she were to grab them.
‘Idiot,’ she tells herself, delivering a mental kick to her gut, making her jut
back in her chair with a slight squeak. ‘Pay attention.’
“What’s up?” she asks, blinking, grinning at Asriel. She reaches forward, takes
a delicate bite of steak, lets her mother’s frequent admonitions run through
her head – don’t gobble your food, don’t take such huge bites, use your knife
and fork. She chews twenty times, swallows, watches as Asriel’s grin widens,
his eyes flicking over her like mosquitos. She can feel them like laser
pointers, little specks of intensity flitting over her face gills neck eyes
breasts – but she blushes, lets out a very feminine giggle, cringes inward to
herself. ‘Was that too phony?’ she thinks.
“What are you thinking about?” Asriel asks, leaning back in his chair. He’s
already eaten, she sees, glancing down at his plate, and takes another bite of
steak automatically, doesn’t want to be a loser, doesn’t want to make him wait.
There is a small kernel of her being somewhere deep inside her revolting at
this behavior, that wants her to get up and walk out, call him names, sweep his
chair legs and make him fall; she can hear it slavering somewhere in the little
spot just below her heart, on the left side of her chest, but she ignores it,
stomps it back down, grins, shows a little teeth but not too much.
“Nothing really,” she says. “Why?”
“You ever been to the park at night?” Asriel asks, crossing his burly arms,
raising an eyebrow. ‘He has pretty eyes,’ Undyne thinks, staring into those
opalescent-blue innocent eyes, wondering what he sees when he looks at her.
Let’s jump and oh - ! Predictable. He is undressing her in his mind, tearing
that little coat off, ripping those torn jeans down, rough tongue lapping at
her wetness. He imagines her driven to ecstasy on his cock, like his cum were
cocaine, imagines forcing himself down her throat, imagines the tears and the
way she’d run her tongue over his cock, the way she’d swallow and swallow and
beg for more, look at him with those big gold eyes. ‘I bet she’s good,’ he
thinks. ‘She must have had practice, loads –‘ he thinks.
‘I wonder if he’s going to kiss me,’ Undyne thinks, like a bloom of innocence,
of oil on the surface of the sea, and she shakes her head, smiles at him, tells
her heart to calm its patter. “Why, is it fun?” she asks. His grin widens.
‘I’ll obliterate that coyness,’ he thinks, or something like it.
“Loads. Nobody’s around, there’s no cops or anything,” he says, raising his
eyebrows. “And it’s a nice night too –“
“Hey, I’m down for anything,” Undyne says, smiling, showing a little more teeth
this time. They are gone in five minutes, taking the short ride down to the
park in Asriel’s Mustang.
 
Asriel’s hand is a little tight and sweaty and Undyne shifts again, trying to
wriggle out of it, but his grip is too tight. She sighs, lets it be; she
doesn’t want to complain and ruin anything. She contents herself with looking
up at the sky, watching the moon, big and bright and full, watching the stars,
finding constellations. She points. “Orion.”
“Huh?”
“Uh – never mind.”
They’re coming to the fountain now, the big brassy sculpture in the middle and
the wading pool all around. “Want to go for a swim?” Asriel asks and Undyne
laughs, thinking he’s joking.
“I’m not wearing the right clothes –“ she begins, thinking immediately that she
could swim if she were naked and the forbidden thought sending a flicker of
excitement up her spine, one she immediately snuffs out. In her distraction she
does not notice as Asriel glides in on her and all of a sudden he is very close
indeed and she breaks off, looks up at him, smells his musky goaty odor and
starts to cough but then he has darted down, one brawny hand encircling her
waist, pressed his lips against hers and Undyne is so startled and confused
that she does not do anything but make a single small surprised noise somewhere
deep in her throat, and Asriel presses himself against her, pulls her close to
him, bites her lip a little, just a little too hard, and Undyne finally starts
to relax, put her arms around him, but there is something hard and long and
thick pressing against her through his pants and she freezes again and
something opens up and starts screaming inside her that she needs to make her
excuses and leave, right now, go on go on go on but she waits too long trying
to comprehend the size of it, her stupid brain not firing quick enough to come
to a conclusion, and Asriel picks her up, throws her into the pool, dives in
afterwards.
Undyne kicks back, goes for the edge of the pool, but Asriel grabs her, kisses
her again under the water. She is so confused now that she does not know what
to do and in a final display of resistance she goes limp, stares up at the sky.
‘The moon is so very bright and full,’ she thinks, as Asriel’s hand worms its
way up her sodden shirt cups her small breast. His rough thumb flicks over her
nipple and she feels an unbidden lance of pleasure bolt through her; it is the
first time anyone but her has done that. She looks down, locks eyes with him,
sees him kissing his way down her stomach, and her eyes widen in panic as she
realizes he has undone her belt without her noticing. She starts to do
something, anything, but her hands are shaking too much and then Asriel rolls
her jeans and her panties down in one swooping motion, leans up, takes a
breath, plunges his face between her legs.
It doesn’t hurt, not much. She can feel herself getting wet, aside from the
water, of course, but Asriel’s tongue is rough and he spends too much time
circling her clit until it feels raw and sore, like a carpet burn. She has not
taken her eyes from the moon, feeling vaguely betrayed by her body, content to
lay there, stare at the sky.
Something flops onto her abdomen and stomach, presses up and down lightly,
growing harder. She closes her eyes. The knot in her stomach grows tighter and
she can feel her hands shaking. She draws shallow breaths through her gills. He
is pressing against her and she tries to close her legs –
She lets out a tight gasp. A cloud of bubbles rises to the surface, breaks in a
scattered pattern. He presses in and in and in and Undyne gives up counting the
inches, it feels like an endless sword or spear. She opens her mouth, imagining
its fanged head poking out, hissing at her like a snake. He is starting to go
faster now and Undyne lets out a little noise, not quite a moan or a grunt,
just a noise, and he reaches up, grabs her breast, tweaks her nipple. She
twitches, very lightly, and her head sinks all the way down, contacts the
bottom of the pool.
He juts forward suddenly, lets out a hot, sweaty grunt. Something is pouring
into her –
Undyne forgets to think for a moment, goes fully catatonic, and when she blinks
back into herself like stopmotion Asriel has lifted her onto the edge of the
pool, is running a hand over her stomach, which she notices has bulged outward
slightly. She can feel it sloshing around as she leans over -
‘The moon is so very very full,’ she thinks, feeling him start to leak from
her, onto the very bottom of her ass, down onto the wet stone. “Fuck, that’s
hot,” he says, but Undyne is past breathing and caring and comprehending. She
is just staring at the moon.
 
                                     ▪ ▪ ▪
 
Later that night after she has taken a very long very hot shower, looked at
herself in the mirror, studiously avoiding her eyes, finding herself utterly
unable to meet her own gaze, she crouches beneath her blanket, practices a
hoarse voice. “Mom,” she whispers, a low hiss, scratchy and weak, “I’m feeling
sick, can I stay home from school?”
She opens her hand, takes a deep breath. She focuses her will down into a
pinpoint and finally that writhing knot in her stomach breaks itself open. A
glowing blue spear, tiny and fragile, weaves itself out of nothing in her palm.
She jumps, raises her eyebrows, loses concentration, and it disappears with a
sound like the window in a dollhouse shattering.
There in the dark, as she frowns, bends her will around again and a tiny blue
light blooms in her limpid, argent eyes, Undyne allows herself a small, small
smile.
End Notes
     This one is weird. The request was for Undyne x Asriel (never mind
     how little sense that makes), and so the only reasonable way I could
     think of to do it was to have them be in school together, in order to
     tie them together chronologically. I'm already playing fast and loose
     with the setting so I think that's acceptable, but it was just a
     weird request in general. If I remember correctly, it had something
     to do with rape, obviously, which didn't particularly bother me, but
     I just don't enjoy Asriel as a character. This was before the Chad
     meme was really a thing but that's basically what I based him off of.
     There isn't really a clearly antagonistic character in the series
     before this, and I think I laid it on maybe a little too thick, but
     again, wrote it almost a year ago. I think if I were writing it now
     I'd go with a different angle instead of making him so two-
     dimensional. I think if it didn't have to be erotic (because,
     remember, I'm writing porn) I think I could have done a better job
     with this one.
     On the bright side, if you can ignore how cartoonish the characters
     are, this whole little arc does go a long way toward explaining how
     Undyne turned into the Undyne she is later on, and I particularly
     like the whole thing about her learning to throw spears and so on.
     There's more of that in the sequel to this one.
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