Alard Droverson,Cute Kid

ticking somewhat close to the edge of the crowd, a short, boyish figure weaves his way through the mass of people, lightly bobbing his head and shaking his well endowed hips to the beat as he goes. The teen doesn't normally do things like this, though he can't deny it's been a fun night so far, and feeling all the looks and one or two gropes, his plump, jean clad rear had gotten has been a major confidence boost~.
Feeling a bit thirsty the redhead makes his way over to the less populated side of the bar before plopping his butt on one of the empty barstools and ordering a mojito once he flags down the bartender. Taking a sip, he waits for the liquid confidence settle what's left of his nerves as he tries to decide if he should hit the dancefloor next, or even see if he can make a new friend, or 'friend' tonight, who knows? The night's still pretty young and he does feel like having some fun~

Asriel's been waiting all night for a tasty looking SOUL, lounging against the wall near the bar (trying to look cool in the shadows, mostly just not getting much attention) and eyeing everyone in the crowd. There's been a few candidates, but none of them have really caught his hungry eyes… until now! Until this adorable, fat-assed redhead saunters past him, and ooh that little thing is positively overflowing with energy, just begging for the voracious monster prince to devour him.
He licks his lips and emerges from his haunt, a plan already forming in his mind. Asriel struts past the redhead as he enjoys his drink, a claw brushing teasingly against that tightly clad ass before he turns and hauls himself into the seat next to the boy.
And absolutely smacks into his cheek, Asriel's sheer heft and size taking up every inch of space between barstools, to the point that poor Alard might be wondering how that stool hasn't simply disappeared between the titanic cheeks! The clothes the towering goatboy is wearing don't help at all. He's wearing nothing from the waist up, except for a cheeky grin, a hunger in his eyes, and the two huge, obscene rods piercing through his nipples, gleaming as they part the bare fur of his sultry, girly chest. (Though can it be called girly when he's, like, ten feet tall?) Below, the ultra-short jeans Asriel is wearing make Alard's look positively loose, stretched out around a massive bulge behind his zipper and that even more massive, utterly absurd back end, squished down and out by the monster's weight on the innocent, creaking barstool. His lithe, feminine thighs are contained within a set of cute black leggings, drawing the eye down to his bare, wiggling toes, assuming poor Alard's eyes are even functional by the time they get there.
Asriel grins, leaning forward and letting that ass jiggle from the motion. "Bartender! Something sweet and hard, would ya?"

Alard Droverson stiffens slightly as he feels a few fingers brush across his cheeks, only to give his hips a little wiggle as he raises his glass, taking another sip as he glances over at the claw's owner, "Hell-_{oh my}" he squeaks out, nearly choking on his drink as he finds himself eye level with that massive, perfectly sculpted booty seconds before it slams down on the stool beside him, the whole mass jiggling and rippling from the impact, seeming to threaten to burst free from his tight shorts even as the overflowing bulk of it spills out from the confines of his seat with enough force that Alard worries for a moment it's going to force him out of his spot as he feels the soft, plush flesh pressing into him. "Ah…" the redhead silently sputters for a moment, mouth opening and closing as he tries to focus on anything but that butt, but his gaze, and his thoughts keep dragging themselves back to it with every shift and jiggle it makes, at least until the goatboy's words snap him out of it, "Ah…me, er…." he swallows nervously, forcing his eyes to pull away and focus on his half finished drink only to finish it off in one huge, gulp, "A-another for me too please" he asks, telling himself the heat in his cheeks is wholly from the alcohol

Cute Kid: blinks, as if finally noticing Alard's presence, though they both know that's an act. Then he laughs, regal and smug, putting his claw on the redhead's shoulder. "You know I'm twice your size, right? It would be foolish to challenge me." He does his best for an imposing rumble, but honestly it comes off as more chuuni than anything. Not that it really matters, when paired with that ass. The goatboy grins, looking back towards the bar - aha, there it is! He practically snatches the glass out of the bartender's hands, nearly crushing it before he drinks it all down in one glorious gulp. _{It's basically just vodka and sugar. Delicious.}

Alard Droverson jumps slightly at the contact, "Ah, j-just… couldn't think of what else to order" he sheepishly mutters, thrown off kilter enough by both the touch and the sight of that ass that the goat's words come off somewhat as intended, though still ridiculous enough to calm the boy down, even pulling a small chuckle from his lips as relaxes a bit, "Doubt I'd have much luck unless you were going to match me 3 for 1 or something" he adds as he takes his own drink once the bartender puts it down. He's left looking a bit bemused as his new companion finishes his drink before the boy even gets a taste. Shaking his head he takes an experimental sip, followed by another, much larger one when he finds out just how sweet it is, letting out a satisfied hum, and feeling a bit more relaxed now, he glances back at the goat, "Good tastes, …by the way, I'm Alard" he greets, shifting slightly in his seat as he tries to keep his eyes above the larger male's waist

Cute Kid: smirks down at him, sliding his arm along the redhead's body and wrapping his hand playfully around Alard's rear as the poor boy does his best not to lose his eyes in that absurd rear. "And I'm Asriel. Prince of Monsters, to you." He sticks out his tongue, then sticks it out some more, a good foot or two of muscle wiggling in the air, a thick stud gleaming near the tip. After a moment, the goat pulls it back in, letting out another little laugh as it clicks into his mouth. "Hmm, I can almost feel that. Gimme another one, bartender!"

Alard Droverson arches his back slightly as the hand makes his way down before letting out a soft gasp as the prince palms his cheeks. "_{Holy shit}…" he trails off at the eye catching display, his eyes wide at just how long the goat's tongue is and the half formed thoughts of just what he could do with something like that. The boy only snaps out of it as his words register, 'This guy is a prince!?' Alard thinks with a slightly stunned look on his face, "I, er, n-nice to meet you, you're highness…." he adds, belatedly realizing he's been grinding his rear into said prince's hand for the last minute or so. Even if he wanted to, it's Too late to stop now Alard tells himself before taking another big swallow of his drink as he finds himself wondering what the prince's ass would feel like in his hands as the larger male continues to grope him, "So, ah, what brings a prince to a place like this? Doubt it's just the drinks" he asks, his fingers brushing against the other male's thighs as he shifts a bit closer to him, pressing his hips against the prince's thick cheeks a bit more

Cute Kid "A pleasure to meet you," Asriel says, shooting Alard a wink even as he receives another glass. Down the hatch it goes, his throat undulating rhythmically as he swallows the alcohol with barely a pause to taste its burning sweetness. Mmm. Still delicious! With his shot gone, the prince answers Alard's question by way of standing up, his perfect body stretching out in all its massive, wobbling glory, those titanic cheeks bouncing in front of the redhead, straining to explode out of those jeans, back and forth and back and forth, rippling and wobbling with his heartbeat, back and forth and back and forth….
"Of course! Drinks are good and all, but the delicious clientele is the best part~"

Alard Droverson 's flushed cheeks darken a bit more at that wink, the prince's tone leaving a giddy feeling in his chest as his eyes find themselves drawn to the larger male's throat, his gaze following that last gulp till it disappears behind
his chest, an act that coincidentally leaves Alard with a perfect view of the prince's marvelous ass as he suddenly stands. The sight of the thicc, jiggling cheeks completely eclipsing his view of the bar leaving the boy breathless as he finds himself unable to resist studying every wobble and shake, drinking in the intoxicating sight of that royal rear's hypnotic swaying.
"Ah… yeah" he mutters, not even registering what the other male's said as he leans forward, his mind growing increasingly clouded by both the alcohol coursing through his system and the sight of that awe inspiring ass as he feels himself drawn to it, all thoughts save those of Asriel's heavenly rear fading from his mind as he half stumbles, half rises from his seat, not wanting to let it out of his sight

Cute Kid Asriel grins, not that Alard can see it, standing there for a moment and keeping up that constant, perfect sway. Then he begins to walk, his hips swinging to each side and sending his ass wobbling to the beat, ripples upon ripples going past each other in those perfect, plush cheeks, that impossibly massive rear, looming down at the redhead as the prince leads him away from the bar. Over towards a table, nice and sturdy and hefty, perfect for the towering goatboy to bend over, his ass straining even harder through his pants from the motion. He lets out a low, wordless coo, dragging his hands along the wood as he leans down and down and down, practically humping the furniture and inundating him with the mouthwatering sight of his new god.
"Go ahead and take them off, boy~"

Alard Droverson follows without a word, not wanting to miss even a single glimpse of those rippling, jiggling cheeks, each new step, each new sway drawing the boy in deeper and deeper, nothing else mattering to him right now save Asriel and his perfect, wonderful plush butt. And by the time they reach the table? He's so lost in the bootyful vision before him that he's barely even able to register any part of the enticing display he puts on save that he bends over, pressing his ass back far enough in the process for the boy's face to just barely brush against the tight, straining jeans as they seem to struggle just to hold together, to hide their glorious contents from Asriel's newest worshiper.
The boy can hear his heart pounding in his chest when the prince next speaks, and despite being lost in his mental haze, he doesn't immediately move to obey, after all, something this magnificent you must treat with the proper reverence some distant part of him notes as he leans forward, burying his face between the prince's cheeks with an ecstatic, shuddering sigh as he embraces that sublime rear, kneading each inch he can as his hands make their way up to his waistband before taking hold of the fabric and slowly, carefully peels the jeans off, his eyes sparkling in amazement with every inch of the soft, fluffy butt he reveals
"Magnificent…." he whispers once it's fully glory is unveiled, his head still resting atop the prince's buns as he finds himself unable to resist nuzzling and kissing the perfect cheeks.

Cute Kid sighs and coos, delighted by the boy's worship of his perfect, divine ass, his fingers absolutely swallowed up by that absurd plushness, and oh does it feel wonderful, and oh does it make Asriel's ass jiggle and bounce even more as Alard worships the warm, soft flesh. THe best kind of flesh, drawing him right in even as he tugs those pants down, reveals their true glory.
FLuffy, massive, practically with their own gravitational well. Asriel's cock flops into the table, an immense mass of fuckmeat lazily pulsating and drooling while his equally absurd sack hangs below. The goat's powerful aroma, musky and virile and commanding, hits Alard like a train, as if he needed any more reasons to devote himself to Asriel. Perfect, regal, dominant, like everything about this caprine god.
"This ass is going to drain you dry," the prince threatens, reaching around and lazily pulling Alard's jeans off of that cute little butt of his even while he speaks. "You'd better, mm, lube it up…"

*Alard Droverson the boy lets out a delighted hum as he spends a few moments just basking in awe of the goat's cheeks, letting the scent of the prince's arousal wash over him as he sinks into the soft fluff, paying the cheers and catcalls that such an ass surely would merit no mind as he silently swears to give up everything in service of that ass if that is what his new god wishes.
Anything except let go of the prince's cheeks it seems, as though he does do his best to shimmying out of his pants as soon as he realizes what Asriel si trying to do, he's wholly unwilling to cease kneading and groping his buns even for a few seconds to do so. Nonetheless, they do mange to pull the offending jeans off his body, revealing a plump, but nowhere near as plump little butt for their onlookers to gawk at as well freeing a surprisingly large cock for his otherwise slim frame the prince can now feel prodding and throbbing against his cheeks as Alard takes his words to heart and begins to spread the prince's cheeks, till he's face to face with his cute, pink, pucker.
Greeting it with a kiss, Alard doesn't even hesitate to let his tongue dip in, moaning out at the musty taste as he runs the muscular organ around it's rim, spending several long moments coaxing it to relax and making sure it's left nice and wet as he kisses, nibbles, and licks

Cute Kid basks in the adoration of the club, but he only responds to Alard himself. He's being so wonderfully devoted, after all. It would be a shame not to reward him! And Asriel rewards him by leaning back and making it easier for Alard to dive into his rim, to drag his tongue across it and worship it with wetness and need and make the goatboy squirm with delight. One hand wraps around the back of the boy's head, holding him to that immense, gorgeous ass, helping him focus on opening up the god's rear, though it seems well practiced, already relaxing as Alard gets to work. The other ever so teasingly strokes at that comparatively tiny cock, skillful and eager despite Asriel barely even glancing over his shoulder. "No cumming outside, understood?" the goat teases, or maybe orders, even as his fingers squeeze hard on that throbbing, needy shaft~

Alard Droverson every moan and twitch from the prince spurs Alard on as he eagerly presses in, slowly coaxing that hole open with his efforts, the boy's own moans a hymn to the glories of Asriel's amazing ass as he grinds his face against the goat's backdoor, as if he seems to be offering his very self up to it. And why wouldn't he? The sight, the taste, the feeling, everything about it is bliss, more than enough to push Alard to the edge and beyond.
Or at least it would've been, had the prince's grip not clamped down at just the right time, leaving Alard to let out a whimpering moan as his cock desperately pulses in the prince's grip, but despite it's best efforts, not a single drop of even pre leaks out. Alard, to his credit doesn't slow in his efforts, save just enough so that the quick nod he gives in reply is noticeable, afterwards though, he seems to get a bit more desperate, a bit more needy, and a bit more eager to please as he works

Cute Kid: soaks it all up, groaning and shuddering and practically draining Alard's mind out through worship of the ass he's fucking addicted to. "Good boy. Now then. Let's get down to business, shall we?" Asriel coos, and for a long moment he leaves Alard to wonder, in his mind-blanked state, what he means, but then-
WHAMPF!
Asriel slams Alard to the floor and smashes his ass down onto Alard's cock in one smooth, unstoppable motion, moaning gleefully as his perfect cheeks squish and shudder and as that cock just about manages to make it up through the towering ass and into his hole proper, the entrance alone milking his body and soul with shocking strength~

Alard Droverson has just enough time to squirm slightly, wondering how he's going to do so while still held in place by Asriel's hand before the question is answered and in the blink of an eye he finds himself in heaven… or at least close enough to it as Asriel's well cushioned weight slams down atop him, knocking the breath out of him and engulfing what feels like his entire lower half in the prince's blissfully soft cheeks. All that pales in comparison to the feeling he gets when the tip of his now his rock hard cock brushes against the prince's backdoor, the pucker seeming to draw it in, pulling his cock, his hips, and Alard's very being towards the hole, something he can just barely seem to reach with each strained thrust of his hips.
For several seconds he struggles to thrust deeper, grabbing the prince's hips for support and trying to pull himself closer as his own hips buck into the hefty plush cheeks, futilely trying to will himself to reach just a bit further, to feel more, to offer more, to this glorious, amazing, and entirely too big massive ass and the prince it's attached to. He barely even pays any mind to the odd tug at the core of his very being, his very SOUL, save that it seems to be pulling him towards that ass as well. Perhaps… he can use this?
Focusing on it, Alard lets the suction pull it, and him towards the greedy entrance, it leaves him feeling oddly light and exhausted, but it seems there's some success! He feels another inch slip into the prince's warm, slick, depths, the flesh tightly hugging it, rippling around it, yet it does nothing to quell his need to sink more of himself his cock in~

Cute Kid groans in utter bliss, rolling his immense hips around and working that ass over Alard's bruised hips, his weight and his sheer size utterly pinning the redhead to the floor, leaving him at the complete mercy of the prince's divine rump. Though Asriel barely needs to use it, other than that powerful muscle dragging the boy in. Two hands anchor the goat to the floor as the prince's ass sucks Alard's cock into itself, and sucks the rest of his body into that cock, warmth and mass and life bloating the member, the only important part of him, the part worshipping that perfect, wonderful, divine, irresistible ass….~

*Alard Droverson as the prince's hips rock above him, what little movements Alard can still make under that smothering weight are wholly devoted to thrusting in again and again as he devotes his mind, body, and soul to filling that ass, quite literally it seems, though the boy hasn't realized it yet, beyond some distant, fading part of him noting with every new inch he thrusts in and every time the prince seems to get just a little bit tighter, the goat also seems to grow a bit heavier, his size increasing a bit more. All that does though, is spur him on further as he dives cockhead first into that plump rump, uncaring of the consequences.
It isn't until those cheeks engulf his head, or what's left of it, does he even consider something strange may be going on, but by then, does it even matter? Especially as each bounce or shake of the goat's hips sends another wave of pleasure rippling through Alard's whole being as the entirety of the boy's being is either caught the blissfully tight grip of the prince's insides or the warm, soft, squishable embrace of his buns as they work together to milk every drop of pleasure and power from his throbbing, pulsing self~