Within the forest

In the snowy little town of Snowdin lives a tale of a wolf, a creature that hides inside the forest that surrounds the area; deep inside where the trees become the only thing you see, and no sound of civilization reaches your ears. The legend says the wolf helps those who are lost and guides them on their way back. But his help doesn't come cheap; as everyone who has told the tale will say, he only helps those who make a deal with him first.

No one knows what the deal requires, all who have met the Snowdin wolf refuse to talk, but the fear and regret in their eyes makes it clear: Never go too deep into the Snowdin forest, and if you do, avoid the Snowdin wolf. No deal is ever worth a trip back home.

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The day was beautiful, and the sky was clear in the small town of Snowdin, everyone there doing their own thing, until a little boy –the little goat prince, Asriel, made his appearance. He liked to stroll around the underground whenever he could, exploring every inch and corner like an adventurer who is looking for his next ordeal.

The prince, a small kid with the appearance of a goat. With white fur, green eyes, a green striped shirt and brown pants with no shoes.

—Hey there, kiddo. —Said a familiar and friendly voice—. Whaddya doin'?

—Your majesty! —Said another who stood beside the first, just as goofy but twice as tall—. We are having spaghetti today if you want to join us!

—Mr. Sans, Papyrus! Good evening! —Answered Asriel—. Maybe another time Mr. Papyrus, I am on an adventure today!

It was the skeleton brothers, guardians of the underground. Papyrus even formed part of the royal army! They were constantly arguing about something, and today it seemed to be about today's meal. Apparently, Papyrus had been trying to get his brother to try his cooking for the millionth time.

As for Sans, he was more so a secret agent of sorts. Keeping peace in his own mysterious ways.

—An adventure! How exciting! —Said papyrus with the widest smile—. I could always go on an adventure myself!

—Maybe another time! —Asriel said, trying not to laugh out loud—.

After all, last time Papyrus tried to join him a hoard of Temmies had him overrun and his bones scattered all over the next three towns. It took them a week to find his thumb.

—Looking for more pieces of my brother? —Sans said, mocking his brother—.

—Excuse me, but I am complete! —Papyrus felt offended by his brother's joke—.

—No, this time it is the Snowdin wolf! —Asriel sounded sure of himself—. I will uncover the truth of his deals! And… maybe look for more of Papyrus.

—I am not missing any bones! —Papyrus was throwing a tantrum—.

Both Asriel and Sans laughed.

—Just be careful kid. —Sans said, the cheerfulness of his voice was no more—.

—Nothing to fear! The great Asriel is on the case!

—Hey sans! Do wolves eat bones too? —Papyrus asked—.

Asriel left both to continue their conversation as he walked towards the frozen woods of Snowdin, mesmerised by the infinite number of trees covered in snow and how tall they were. So much so that they could cover up the sun with their leaves and cast a shadow so dark it looked like night was already set deep inside.

It surely was scary, and doubt made way into his thoughts, but his adventurous spirit was stronger; and with a big and strong step forward he made his way into the forest.

He knew that he had to go to the deepest parts to find him, but with each couple of steps he would always turn around to make sure he could tell his way back. If he could see a house or a roof, he wasn't deep enough; and if he couldn't then he for sure would be lost.

Asriel looked over and over in all directions, still impressed by the nature of this place as he went on, he could see small critters running away and others look at him with piercing eyes, while sounds of steps and crackling wood made the scene feel grim and dark. Still the brave prince did not hold back.

He wondered how long it would take for him to find him, he thought of how he could look like or even sound like. He was sure the Snowdin wolf was good; after all he helped anyone who was lost, but what kind of deal could cause anyone to be unable to say no?

Once he was finally deep within the trees and the bushes and no signs of civilization were on the horizon, Asriel began to even wonder if the story was real, he would look in all directions and not even a cabin or a hut in sight that could be called the Snowdin wolf's house.

He also noticed that as he went deeper and deeper, less animals he found, and any sound had gone out. Worst of all, he was really lost now! With no way to tell the north from the south, and before he could realise it, the Snowdin wolf was already on the hunt for the right time to attack.

Suddenly, a deep howl!

The prince was now petrified, wondering where the sound was coming from. His heart racing faster than ever and soaked in sweat he began to walk backwards, stepping on a branch. As it cracked, he couldn't help to scream in fear and run thinking the Snowdin wolf could be around.

«THUD»

And that was that Asriel had crashed against a tree and knocked himself out.

***

Next thing he knows, he wakes up inside a small wooden cabin, a burning fireplace but no one else to be found. He was resting on a nice bed, with bed sheets as white as his fur and just as soft. Asriel wanted to feel fear for his whereabouts, but the scene was so cozy and warm.

But one thing was certain, this had to be the wolf's house.

—Hello? Mr. Wolf? —Asriel asked to the air, looking to see if he could spot him—. Anyone?

There was no answer, no sounds other than the fire crackling with the wood and an owl in the distance. Asriel got off the bed and walked around; the cabin was fairly decorated, but no pictures or paintings of anyone or anything –just books, flowers, plates and other stuff.

He walked to the door and took a peek outside through the keyhole and saw no one outside either, he felt completely alone and yet so unsafe. And when he tried to open it to leave, everything changed –a big hand on his shoulder with pointy claws and what felt like the scariest voice he could ever hear.

—It's dangerous to go alone at this hour of the night, you know? —Said this voice—.

Asriel turned around and there he was, the Snowdin wolf! A tall, two-toned fur grey wolf. His eyes red like two garnets, with a notched ear and a barely visible scar on the snout. His voice was manly but sweet, making Asriel feel safer as the wolf monologued and he looked at him in surprise.

—You hit your head against a tree and I brought you here. My name's Arturo, by the way. —Arturo sounded like he knew about it all along, but Asriel couldn't tell the fact—. You looked rather lost. These woods tend to get confusing the deeper you go, you know? Not a place for a kid.

Back when he left his home, Asriel thought of being blunt and ask about the deals he makes to help people return to their homes, but now that he had him in front, he couldn't force himself to follow his own plan; instead wanting what everyone who finds him wants –a way back.

—I-I'm sorry I just want to go home now… —Asriel sounded shy and scared—.

—The night is set, and I rarely get visitors. How about I cut you a deal? —Arturo continued—. You stay for the night, do something fun and tomorrow morning I take you back. I rarely get to have visitors.

Arturo's hand that rested on Asriel's shoulder moved ever so softly around the goat kid's neck. The wolf was caressing him, feeling his soft fluff.

Asriel could feel Arturo's claws scratch his skin, but so gently he even felt like going back to sleep. Besides, hearing Arturo mention the deal himself so quickly had him ever more so interested in it. To spend the night with him? That didn't sound terrifying or dangerous as everyone made it look like with their silence on the matter. Maybe the fun he talks about? The fact of spending a night with a scary wolf? The poor goat kid was too naïve to think ill of the Snowdin wolf.

—You do want to get back home, right?

Asriel nodded and took his hand off the door handle, and Arturo guided him back to the bed in which they now sat together, the wolf still petting Asriel at all times.

This had always been the wolf's doing, stalking anyone who dared go near his territory. Looking in the distance, waiting until they couldn't tell their way around, and prey on them until they would either get lost, pass out or tried to hide.

Once his victim was helpless, he would show up as a friendly face, take them home; maybe care for them or feed them too, and at all times explain how he was the only way out of these woodlands of dark and snow.

When he saw little Asriel, the method did not change, neither did his intentions, but maybe the feral wolf inside of him had something to do with his now strong interest on the poor guy. The classic role of prey and predator.

Arturo kept touching his body, petting his head, neck, shoulders and back –making Asriel feel weirder and weirder as this went on, any sense of safety slowly left him and worse got his need to run away from him.

—Mr. Arturo… I-I don't like this…

—You are always free to go, but then the deal is broken. A little goat like you in the dark?

Asriel returned to silence, he felt that Arturo was right. He had to stay the night if he wanted to get back; otherwise, whatever chased him earlier would most likely chases him again. Of course, he didn't know his chaser was right there.

—Look, I'll show you something fun now. —Arturo reassured him—.

He then picked up Asriel and placed him over his crotch. Asriel was confused when Arturo began to take off his shirt, and scared when he moved to take off his little brown pants and underwear. He didn't like being naked, specially not with a stranger, but now the wolf's grasp on him was too strong and Asriel couldn't fight it, only allowing his hands to struggle and his tiny legs to cross trying to hide his genitals.

But Arturo didn't like it. With one hand he holds him and with the other he made sure Asriel's legs remained open as he began to caress his small penis, using his claws to play with the kid's testicles. Slowly masturbating Asriel.

He didn't understand what was going on, and a slight feeling of pleasure mixed with his fear as he tried to comprehend Arturo's actions running through his body over and over as his mind did its best to process these feelings.

It took a while but with slow and gentle strokes to Asriel's penis, it was getting erected, and Asriel moaned gently as he continued –but most pleasurable of all, Arturo would push his snout against his white fur, tempted to bite Asriel's ears in a now growing lust.

—Mr. Wolf, I- —Asriel's pleas were interrupted by short bursts of moans—.

—Having fun already, little one? —Arturo would nibble on Asriel's ears—.

The little goat prince blushed a bright red as his nose contracted and his tongue slipped out with each moan. The more he masturbated Asriel the more he would start to shiver, his body responding to the stimuli and the constant teasing on his sensible ears.

Eventually, Asriel's penis would begin to leak pre-cum, getting it all over on Arturo's fingers; making his strokes feel sticky as the wolf focused on Asriel's penis head, his claws barely touching it in the process –causing even more sensibility to arise.

But as Arturo's lust grew, so did his mannerisms. Having one hand stroking Asriel harder and harder while the other took a hold of the prince's neck. Little Asriel felt prisoner of his grasp as his mind ran in circles, he felt his heart racing and had to breathe with his mouth open just to cope with the sensations the Snowdin wolf was making him go through. His shy girly moans escaping over and over.

Arturo knew the little prince was close to climax, but to play even more with him, every time he felt Asriel was about to cum, he would stop; and this went on more than once or twice, to the point in which a gentle tear would fall from Asriel's eye as he couldn't hold it any longer and he would shoot his cum as he got to his edge again.

Asriel's moans would've been heard by anyone around if it wasn't for the fact they were so deep within nowhere, only able to fill Arturo's ears as he kept holding him; making sure he let it all out.

—Arturo, sir. —Asriel tried to speak but his lack of air wouldn't let him—.

—Just Arturo, we are now friends.

—Is the game over?

—Of course not! We got all the night to play.

Arturo then would proceed to nuzzle him and kiss his head as his hand let go of Asriel's penis to rub on his tummy, getting him all messy with residual cum.

—Now it's your turn. —Arturo continued—. Friends cum together too.

Saying this, Arturo signalled him to get down; to which Asriel complied and stood up, his legs still shaking from earlier forcing him to kneel down. This gave Arturo a way to take off his jeans and underwear, exposing his canine penis already throbbing with an erection.

—All you have to do is keep doing the same thing as I did.

Asriel was afraid of turning around, but a strange feeling inside of him made him do so anyways –shocking him as he laid eyes upon Arturo's cock.

Next, Asriel was afraid of touching it, but once again his body moved on its own as he laid both hands on it. It was warm to the touch, and it pulsated from time to time; specially as he unconsciously began to move his hands around it similarly to how Arturo did with him. All while giving the wolf a shy look covered in subtle blushing.

Arturo felt more attracted to his shining green eyes than the fact that he was being masturbated by the owner of said eyes, which then made the masturbation feel even better as he gloated mentally on the symbolisms of power-play –corrupting such an innocent creature to his carnal desires. For him, Asriel was the perfect prey.

—You are doing great. —Arturo praised him—.

This made Asriel feel even more embarrassment, unable to know how to process his words of approval. But Arturo was being honest, Asriel's fur felt great on his cock, like being caressed with a soft blanket –the same feeling Asriel felt when Arturo did it to him but couldn't understand.

Arturo's face of approval also had an effect on him as he wagged his little goat tail when he heard the wolf's breathing getting heavier, but still he couldn't fully convince himself that what they were doing was right. Still, they continued.

But as Asriel continued to masturbate him, since he had never done something of the sort; he simply couldn't tell what to do or when, making Arturo's session go for longer than his –to a point in which Arturo had to intervene.

—Let's pause for a bit and climb back to the bed.

Asriel's tail stopped wagging as Arturo took his hands off and laid on the bed, feeling he had failed, but still he did as he was told and climbed on the bed again; to which Arturo replied by holding his cock up right and shaking it gently.

—Try again.

Asriel crawled on the bed towards it and once again began to masturbate his cock, this time harder and faster than before, rapidly increasing Arturo's pleasure again. As he continued, Arturo would begin to have similar reactions to those of Asriel, like leaking pre-cum that quickly got into his fingers, prompting him to stop to clean his hands off –but to no avail as more pre-cum would take its place.

That's when Asriel felt Arturo's cock getting ready to cum, as it would get stiffer and pulsated more, but because he didn't know about these indicators, he would just continue, forcing the wolf to cum at his heart's content, making a mess of Asriel, the bed, and Arturo himself, as some of it reached his torso. Yet it seemed as it was not enough for him, for Arturo still had his erection; unlike Asriel who had lost it a while ago –and instead of satisfying him, it left him with hunger for more. After all, like he said: They got all the night to play.

And as Arturo recovered, he looked at the embarrassed face of Asriel and helped himself to caress it –somehow making Asriel more at ease.

It seemed like, every time Arturo was gentle with him, the more Asriel would feel safe around him, even after such an act of lust. But the wolf was anything but gentle…

—Ready for the next game?

Asriel looked at Arturo and the subtle blushing returned; he no longer feared him even though he still feared what they were doing. Still, that fear also began a process of disappearance as the wolf showed apparent care for him; and even when his actions leaked some of his possessive and predatory nature, something inside Asriel clicked as he was unable to tell them apart.

He nodded gently after being asked the question and his tail wagged again, approaching Arturo. And Asriel, being in-between Arturo's leg; the closest to his cock still erected, proposed a cute relationship between Arturo's size and Asriel's size, both on body and on girth that painted the scene.

—You used your hands, now try your mouth. —Said Arturo—.

Asriel was shocked by the order Arturo gave him and hesitated to take action on it, gulping as he looked down on it and realized the size difference that Arturo had been looking at from the very start.

—Remember our deal. —Arturo's dominance was clear—.

—Can I just keep using my hands? —Asriel tried to negotiate as he masturbated him again—.

Arturo gave him a piercing glance, then took Asriel's head with a tight grip, overpowering him immediately and lowering him until his little snout touched the tip of his dick. The smell was strong and the residual cum made it even stronger, some of it even sticking to Asriel's nose, who had no other choice but to use his tongue to clean it since his hands were on the bed to help him keep balance.

The taste was sweet, but the texture was something he was not expecting, and the more Arturo tried to shove it in; the more Asriel would comply by slowly opening his mouth to him, welcoming him inside.

At first, he felt like he could choke on it at any moment, covering it in saliva as his tongue had a taste of him. Asriel could not describe the taste however, but he found himself eventually licking it on his own as Arturo's grip loosened, and the more he tasted the cum remnants the more he would suck on his cock. His face still showed some level of discomfort with its texture, and the act on a whole, but his body kept telling another story.

Asriel kept licking anyways, gasping for air every now and then, looking at Arturo in the eyes every time he did so. The wolf couldn't tell if the oral act or his eyes meeting was the most pleasurable part of it all, but he loved every bit of it and wouldn't have it any other way. To make it even better; the fact that Asriel could not tell what he was doing with him and how "bad" he was at doing so, made it all come full circle on the idea of corruption.

The goat prince was being used without realizing he was, he was being raped without knowing what that word was or even meant. But little by little he felt bound to follow the wolf's orders and felt some form of pleasure from it.

After a while, Arturo's cock began to leak pre-cum again, a little easier to drink but still with an odd texture for Asriel, and the palpitations he felt from before; returned, and this time he would stop.

Asriel was feeling good with all of it, but he was still a kid, and felt a resemblance of fear when that happened, trying to avoid being forced to drink more of that sticky substance. By consequence, this caused Arturo to let out a moan –and as he felt his next ejaculation subside, he forced Asriel down again, this time without letting go of him until the time was right.

The wolf had his tongue out the whole time too, looking pleasured and blushing himself –the warmth of Asriel's little mouth felt too good to be true all of a sudden.

His victim tried to fight back again, feeling overwhelmed by the wolf's sudden change of nature, but once again was defeated by Arturo's strength and his difficult posture, having to instead keep his balance by placing his hands on the wolf's legs, near his crotch.

Arturo pushed and pushed his cock inside of Asriel's mouth, which was unable to take it whole as the tip touched inside his throat, expelling saliva that covered it on a wet mess. Their eyes met again, but now Asriel's eyes showed a form of sadness that pleaded for him to stop; but it only caused Arturo to worsen his wrongdoing.

Eventually, as he was ready to cum again, he let Asriel take a short break.

—Please… no more… —Asriel begged as his face was a mess that Arturo kept pressed against his cock—.

But as soon as he finished those words, Arturo forced his dick back inside of Asriel's mouth who now tried to talk his way out of it –only muffled sounds coming out.

The second time around Asriel said nothing, expecting Arturo to shut him up again, instead the wolf moved Asriel's head towards his knot.

—Lick.

And Asriel did as he was told, licking on Arturo's knot and shaft like a lollipop, eventually sucking on it once more.

This final time Arturo gave him no quarter. Pushing his cock as deep inside as he could into his mouth, using him almost like a cocksleeve as he moved his head up and down over and over until the sensations returned once more, telling both he was ready at any time. Asriel once more reacted trying to break free as to not have his mouth filled with his seed, but it was futile as Arturo let a moan out and began to cum inside Asriel's mouth, overfilling it in an instant and forcing Asriel to drink as much as he could just so he wouldn't choke.

The little prince continued to swallow as Arturo continued to cum, and when the goat prince was able to free himself, he felt himself in the brink of crying, surprised by what went down and the way it did. He tried to clean his mouth, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn't get himself clean enough.

Arturo, on the other hand, wanted more of him. His fur was soft, his mouth was warm and tight; he could only imagine how his ass would feel. So, while Asriel was distracted cleaning himself, Arturo jumped on top of him and forced him to lay on the bed under him. Asriel couldn't believe the wolf still had so much strength in him even after looking exhausted earlier.

Meanwhile, Arturo pushed his body against his in both a possessive and caring way. He wanted to own him but also couldn't help himself treat him like anything could break the little guy.

And once again he was as hard as a rock too, the tip of his cock pushing against Asriel's anus, trying to go inside.

—P-please sir… D-don't…

But Arturo did not listen to his cries.

—I-I don't want to…

As Asriel plead for his mercy, Arturo began to force himself inside him, the remaining cum serving as the only lubricant he would use on Asriel, who began to grunt and moan as he felt his cock inside of him, and his knot pushing against him as it tried to enter as well. Arturo moaned as well as Asriel was tighter than he expected, and his interior even warmer than his mouth.

He began to hump Asriel immediately as the little goat looked back at him with a tear in his eye trying to beg for him to stop, but his moaning kept making it appear as if he also wanted more.

Surprisingly enough, Asriel began to ignore the pain, and his brain had somehow changed it for pleasure. As Arturo's assault continued, Asriel too began to find it pleasurable –something he couldn't believe at all, but his hips moving against the wolf's thrusts were sure evidence of it.

And as the wolf kept fucking him, Asriel kept moaning for him, still with tears in his eyes.

It didn't take long before Arturo could force his knot inside of Asriel, and then force it out, the rapid widening of Asriel's opening to fit Arturo's knot felt too good for him as it did for the Snowdin wolf –Asriel was getting his own erection as he was mindlessly fucked, his small penis twitching with excitement as Arturo's cock went in and out, pushing against his tummy. And before Arturo himself could reach his climax, Asriel did, dripping his cum on the bed as he kept moaning out.

Shortly after, and inspired by Asriel, Arturo came too. He filled Asriel with more cum than he had ever shot, his knot swelling inside of him; making it impossible to pull out and yet he humped on the kid as if trying to get it even deeper.

Both moaned and for the first time in the night, Arturo leaned in for a kiss, Asriel kissing back even without knowing how to kiss.

Lastly, both were finally knocked out for the count and fell asleep short after and by waking up until the next morning, one still on top of the other.

Asriel woke up first, unable to move due to Arturo's size. His struggled movement woke him up though.

—Ready to go home I see.

Asriel simply nodded and Arturo got off of him. The little goat made a quick dash out of the bed and towards his clothes, aware of what happened last night and feeling like if he stayed there a second longer, he would find an excuse to keep him around more.

Arturo then stood up and got dressed as well with no further intentions on the price, instead feeling fulfilled and satisfied.

Once both were ready to go outside the wolf opened the door for him and Asriel walked outside with haste. The woods were as dark as the day before, with just a couple of sunbeams breaking through the leaves and branches.

Arturo stepped outside afterwards, offering his hand to Asriel, signalling he would guide him outside. Asriel was scared at first, but already being outside of the house told him that he was at last; free.

They both walked for a while, in silence, Asriel looking forward at all times as more and more trees appeared in his horizon, unsure if they were indeed going outside at all, until a rooftop was finally visible and then two and so forth, his eyes shined like two emeralds.

—Here you are little guy.

—T-Thank you sir…

—Now that you know your way back, feel free to visit me any time. —Arturo teased him—. We can play again.

Asriel thought of what had happened and a little blush came to him, he also felt an urge to leave and a strange sensation of attachment, wondering if he could come back to him. But all feelings aside he was certain he wanted to return home as soon as possible.

And as he ran towards the town of Snowdin, the Snowdin wolf vanished, nowhere to be seen.

—Hey little guy! —Sans shouted as he saw Asriel come out of the woods unscratched—.

—Sans look! It's the prince! —Papyrus stated—.

—Did you find the Snowdin wolf? —Sans said, mocking his brother—.

—Does he also like bones? —Papyrus felt offended by his brother's joke—.

Asriel felt a little odd asking those questions, furthermore he felt like their responses were not as worrisome as he would've expected when he was gone for a day.

—The sun's about to set, you should go home. —Sans said to Asriel who still looked confused—.

He was certain he left for a whole day, yet Sans acted like was only gone for some hours. Asriel remembered the dark sky of the Snowdin forest.

After all this time, was it truly dark when he was caught? Did they really spend a night together? The wolf and him? Or is this just the deed of the evil Snowdin wolf?