Asgore and Bowser

"Morning, Mr. Asgore!"

"G'morning, Q.C!"

The day began like any other. The sun slowly peaked over the spanning horizon of golden-leafed trees. A fresh, crisp breeze swept through the streets of Hometown as the townsfolk slowly began yet another mundane yet fruitful page in their life. Asgore was no different, up and early from his ramshackle coffers, greeting at his neighbors and already tending to his prized hydrangeas inside.

While his flower shop may not have opened yet, the beefy goat monster was already in his gardening garb: a light, breezy floral-patterned shirt, and a simple set of shorts. Asgore hummed deeply as he tended to his flowers, flowering, trimming, all the works. He conducted his hobby with the gentleness and sensitivity of a deer.

"Oh? A little bruise you've got there, little fella. Don't you worry, ol' Asgore's got just what you need."

At random the herculean goat would pause, his floppy ears twitching, before his expression melted into a warm, soft smile of tenderness. Asgore's calloused hands delicately took the injured flowers, setting them into a pot of lukewarm water by the window sill. The sun's golden rays beamed brightly on the injured plant, yet its radiance paled in comparison to Asgore's infectious and calming demeanor.

STOMP!

"Hey, fluffybuns! Bet'cha ya weren't expecting this spry beefcake to show up, eh?"

Asgore's eyes widened before quickly shifting into yet a soft sigh of recognition. His Southern drawl softened with delight in response to the gruff, growling voice.

"Wasn't per se, but I would never say no to your presence, Mr. Bowser."

He turned to face the entrance, right where the burly turtle-dragon stood with his arms on his hips. The cocky Bowser thrusted his prodigious chest out with pride, highlighting the twin hilled peak of his pecs tucked beneath his skimpy blue overalls.

"I figured I'd swing by, y'know, to lend a strong hand 'round here! No one's better to help you other than yours truly!"

Bowser followed up with a roaring guffaw as he patted his curled arm and flexed. His massive bicep tightened and bulged like hardened steel, swelling beneath the turtle's scaly yellow skin. Asgore simply shook his head in amusement, patting the potted plant resting on the window sill.

"Fortunately, I just had a recent shipment of fertilized soil for my precious Golden Flowers. I'd appreciate a helping hand lugging them into my shop!"

As expected, Bowser quickly grew enthusiastic and crossed his arms with a smug smirk.

"Heck yeah. Now lead the way, fluffybuns! These muscles are ready and rarin' to get some work done!"

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With Asgore's guidance, Bowser quickly set off being the helpful nuisance that he is. While Bowser was relegated to lifting sacks of soil, hauling it into the larger flower pots, all the while providing a show for Asgore. The goat monster on the other hand, was free to cater to more gentle duties that Bowser was just too unruly to manage. By 9 AM, the flower shop was finally up and ready to go; the floor was polished and sparkling clean, Asgore's flowers bunched up and blooming, and the nary a single speck spotted.

The duo of beefcakes were now collapsed by the cash register counter, panting heavily in exhaustion.

"That was a mighty fine job, Mr. Bowser."

Asgore sighed, unbuttoning his floral shirt piece by piece in an innocuous attempt to cool himself. Bit by bit, the goat's fluffy white pecs dusted with golden hairs sprung out, round and supple, pushing past the split front sides of his shirt. A sheen of light sweat made it sparkle, and Bowser's eyes did not hesitate gravitating towards the unintentional tease.

"What say we take a break in the back. I'll brew some of my special Golden Tea, perhaps even see if I still have any leftover biscuits to share together."

Asgore was every bit the innocent and wholesome goof in the situation. His gestures were every bit teasing to the turtle, yet so frustratingly sweet that Bowser gritted his teeth subtly in frustration. The way Asgore gently rubbed his furry, soft abdomen sent shivers down Bowser's spine. That tingling sensation welling in his gut intensified until it reached a boiling point, forcing Bowser to take the first bold step with his relationship with Asgore.

"Tea, huh? Actually, I'm looking for something a little more... filling"

Asgore failed to get the hint, chuckling softly and scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Ah, sorry Mr. Bowser, I'm not sure if I have anything more filling in my frid-"

"I wasn't talking about food, fluffybuns."

Bowser quickly ushered Asgore to the back room, the burly turtle shutting the door firmly behind them. The goat monster looked up at Bowser with a soft, almost innocent gaze, still not fully grasping the turtle's true intentions.

"The shop doesn't open until 10 AM anyways, so we have some time to ourselves, Mr. Bowser. What did you have in mind?"

Asgore spoke gently, his fluffy beard brushing against the front of his partially unbuttoned shirt as he tilted his head with curiosity. Bowser's fiery eyes darkened with lust and desire, his own shirt straining against the mass of scarred, muscular flesh threatening to burst free.

*Without a word, Bowser reached out and grasped Asgore by the waist, pulling the smaller goat flush against his broad, armor-plated chest. He leaned down, his muzzle just inches from Asgore's ear, and growled out: *

"I'm not gonna mince words here, fluffybuns. I want you."

Bowser punctuated his statement by nuzzling into the fluffy fur of Asgore's neck, inhaling deeply the sweet, intoxicating scent of the goat. Asgore gasped softly, his thick, golden lashes fluttering against the turtle's cheeks. Despite the obvious arousal, Asgore remained gentle and attentive, his own hands coming up to rest upon the firm expanse of Bowser's abdomen.

"O-oh dear..."

Asgore gasped softly, rubbing the spiky backside of Bowser's shell.

"In that case... I'll have to try and reciprocate the feeling."

With that, Asgore slowly sank down to his knees before the hulking turtle, his clawed fingers working deftly at the straps of Bowser's overalls. He tugged and pulled until the garment fell away, baring the thick, muscular thighs of the shell-backed reptile. Asgore's molten gaze drifted upward, taking in the sight of the enormous bulge tenting the front of Bowser's boxers. He licked his lips hungrily before leaning in, his muzzle brushing against the cloth-covered length.

Asgore's deft fingers made quick work of the waistband, allowing Bowser's impressive manhood to spring free. It slapped lewdly against the goat's cheek, the thick, turgid flesh pulsing with need. Asgore took a moment to admire the girthy, veined shaft before him, before leaning in and planting a tender kiss upon the engorged head. He swirled his tongue around it, savoring the taste and scent of the turtle's arousal.

Slowly, inch by inch, Asgore began to engulf the substantial length in the warm, slick embrace of his throat. He relaxed his muscles, allowing the girthy intruder to slide deeper into the welcoming clutch of his maw. Inch after throbbing inch disappeared behind the goat's lips, until Asgore's muzzle was pressed firmly against the wiry thatch of Bowser's groin.

Bowser groaned, his clawed fingers tangling in the silky strands of Asgore's hair. He bucked his hips forward, driving himself impossibly deeper into the goat's eager mouth. Asgore merely hummed in response, his gaze drifting up to meet the fiery, lust-filled eyes of the shell-backed stud. He worked his throat around the thick, pulsing length, massaging and stroking it with the deft motions of a man who had experience in pleasing lovers.

"Fuck, fluffybuns... your mouth feels even better than I imagined," Bowser grunted out between clenched teeth. His claws flexed in the hair of his lover, tugging gently as he struggled to maintain control over his building climax. "I ain't gonna last long if you keep that up..."

Asgore merely smiled around the thick meat filling his maw, his golden eyes sparkling with the desire to please. He pulled back slowly, until just the head of Bowser's cock remained nestled between his plush lips. With a wicked grin, Asgore pointed his tongue and licked a long, slow stripe along the frenulum, flicking the sensitive underside right at the base.

Bowser roared, his muscular frame trembling as his release crashed over him like a tidal wave. Asgore swallowed greedily, guzzling down every drop of the tart, salty essence pumped into his mouth and throat. He continued to lap and suckle at the turtle's spent length until it began to soften, before slowly releasing it from his lips with a wet pop.

Bowser staggered back, his broad chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Asgore remained kneeling before him, his own arousal evident in the straining tent of his shorts. The turtle reached down and hauled the goat up and into his arms, pulling Asgore flush against his sweat-slicked body.

"That was... fuck, Asgore. You're full of surprises, ain't ya?" Bowser panted, his voice rough and ragged from his release.

Asgore merely giggled softly, nuzzling into the crook of Bowser's shoulder. He gazed up at the hulking reptile with a soft, almost shy smile.

"Well, I did have some experience with Rudy after Toriel's absence."

Asgore chuckled, wiping the spunk off his shirt and pecs before buttoning it back up again.

"Perhaps we should continue another time. I believe I can hear someone approaching the store outside."