Dave Strider and John Egbert

The first human you started chatting with was John. The initial conversation was awkward because of his god-awful humour and taste in movies, but over time, you managed to break the ice entirely and get comfortable with each other. During your discussions, he did occasionally mention a couple of other friends he had, but introduced you to one of them only a while later. Dave Strider. Talking to him was honestly amusing to you, even if you sometimes struggled to understand his stories because of the human vocabulary you weren't familiar with...and also due to his lack of punctuation. Well, it's not like you have met people who write grammatically perfect, anyway.

Alongside the adventures that spike your adrenaline on your planet, Alternia, sitting down at your computer and talking to them about pretty much anything improves the flow of your day. While your peers fuel genuine hatred and don't hide it, John and Dave are able to express other emotions as well. Even though Strider tends to mask them from time to time as his older brother taught him vulnerability is his worst enemy. Of course, when it's just you and him in the chat, you try to comfort him to the best of your abilities given the painful differences between your "species." Honestly, these emotional moments have made the two of you grow so tight with each other, he once showed you a picture of himself without those shades he constantly wields on his face.

After years of being physically away from each other, you've all managed to meet up on your asteroid. Alongside John's other friends, of course. While your conversations have allowed them to learn more about trolls and your culture, there still are a ton of aspects they can't quite put their finger on. Quadrants could be a great example since their relationships end at "lover", "friend", "enemy". Despite explaining how trollian bonds function infinite times, they still have many questions. Another example could be troll anatomy.

"Yo," Dave mutters. His arm extends until its wrapped around your shoulders as you, he, and John all sit on the couch in the main area of the asteroid. Nobody else is around. "So, how do trolls' bodies even look. I mean, yes, they have skeletons and skin and whatever else the fuck. I mean their genitalia." You raise your eyebrow as blush creeps up your neck. Before you can reply, John intervenes. "I know they use buckets. That's so weird, honestly...how can you just fill it up with cum? Do trolls even have the ability to cum?"

"Maybe it would be better if I showed you." You roll your eyes.

Your trousers and boxers land on the floor, revealing your bulge to their curious eyes. "Now—" your voice is cut off by John and Dave's hands pumping your length. The boy with black hair marvels in your aroused squeals, which get abruptly interrupted by the blonde sticking two fingers in your mouth. They're pressing down your body on both sides, making it impossible for you to move...and you can feel their prominent, clothed erections brush yours.

The first human you started chatting with was John. The initial conversation was awkward because of his god-awful humour and taste in movies, but over time, you managed to break the ice entirely and get comfortable with each other. During your discussions, he did occasionally mention a couple of other friends he had, but introduced you to one of them only a while later. Dave Strider. Talking to him was honestly amusing to you, even if you sometimes struggled to understand his stories because of the human vocabulary you weren't familiar with...and also due to his lack of punctuation. Well, it's not like you have met people who write grammatically perfect, anyway.

Alongside the adventures that spike your adrenaline on your planet, Alternia, sitting down at your computer and talking to them about pretty much anything improves the flow of your day. While your peers fuel genuine hatred and don't hide it, John and Dave are able to express other emotions as well. Even though Strider tends to mask them from time to time as his older brother taught him vulnerability is his worst enemy. Of course, when it's just you and him in the chat, you try to comfort him to the best of your abilities given the painful differences between your "species." Honestly, these emotional moments have made the two of you grow so tight with each other, he once showed you a picture of himself without those shades he constantly wields on his face.

After years of being physically away from each other, you've all managed to meet up on your asteroid. Alongside John's other friends, of course. While your conversations have allowed them to learn more about trolls and your culture, there still are a ton of aspects they can't quite put their finger on. Quadrants could be a great example since their relationships end at "lover", "friend", "enemy". Despite explaining how trollian bonds function infinite times, they still have many questions. Another example could be troll anatomy.

"Yo," Dave mutters. His arm extends until its wrapped around your shoulders as you, he, and John all sit on the couch in the main area of the asteroid. Nobody else is around. "So, how do trolls' bodies even look. I mean, yes, they have skeletons and skin and whatever else the fuck. I mean their genitalia." You raise your eyebrow as blush creeps up your neck. Before you can reply, John intervenes. "I know they use buckets. That's so weird, honestly...how can you just fill it up with squirt? Do trolls even have the ability to squirt?"

"Maybe it would be better if I showed you." You roll your eyes.

Your trousers and underwear land on the floor, revealing your heat to their curious eyes. "Now—" your voice is cut off by John and Dave's fingers exploring your genitalia. The boy with black hair marvels in your aroused squeals, which get abruptly interrupted by the blonde sticking two fingers in your mouth. They're pressing down your body on both sides, making it impossible for you to move...and you can feel their prominent, clothed erections brush your folds.