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A short story I wrote during my Short Story Saturday stream I did alongside 
RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (3/12/16). This story was won by 
lineage26, who wanted some quality time between Kimahri Ronso and Asgore Dreemurr. So, just imagine that the Underground is situated under Mount Gagazet, and you should be good to gew, m'kay? M'kay.
FFX and all related materials are © Square Enix.
Undertale and all related materials are © Toby Fox.
Word Count: 1303
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“Ahh… ahh… ahh… CHOO!”
“Bless you.”
“SNIFF! Thank you.”
Being sick is horrid. But it always helps when you have someone to hand you a tissue when you’ve got the sniffles. And it’s always good to have someone snuggling with you on the couch while enjoying a nice warm cup of yellow flower tea. Sighing contentedly, the King under the Mountain, King Asgore Dreemurr, was trying to work off a rather nasty cold. He lay with a nice woolly blanket over him, and a nice furry body to cuddle at his side. Believe you him that it was quite the surprise to find that monsters, in some form, existed beyond the Barrier that had imprisoned him in the mountain. Said mountain, of course, was Mt. Gagazet, home to the Ronso tribe. It was quite the surprise to meet beings that looked like monsters, but existed as flesh and blood with strong souls. Upon leaving the Underground, King Asgore had very quickly entered a meeting with the elder of the Ronso tribe; a rather handsome looking lionman known as Kimahri.
Negotiations had gone swimmingly, and monsterkind was free to roam about on the surface once more. Looking forward to exploring the world, many monsters and Ronso exchanged homes, the Ronso Youth excited to explore the depths of the Underground. During this exchange, the two leaders had gotten rather close with each other. VERY close indeed. Kimahri purred pleasantly as he snuggled into Asgore’s warm body. Sufficed to say, the Ronso had been VERY amused when he learned the boss monster’s title of “King Fluffybuns”, one he chose to use himself. “Are you warm enough Fluffybuns?” Kimahri whispered, his muscular body moving about so he could continue to warm the king.
“Toasty as a happy Vulkin” Asgore smiled weakly, despite his nose starting to run. “Oh, thank you” he added as he grabbed the tissue Kimahri handed him.
He blew his nose loudly, before discarding the used tissue to the pile. Kimahri chuckled as he rubbed his cheek against Asgore, while his covered arm gently rubbed the king’s plush white furry belly. It was so soothing to have his belly rubbed, and he just wanted to drift off in the Ronso’s powerful arms. He was so warm and loving, it was bliss to have the best of carers with him during his ailing times. “Ah,” Asgore dreamily uttered, “what did I do to deserve you?” he smiled happily.
“Walk into Kimahri’s life” Kimahri answered sweetly as he gently kissed Asgore’s neck.
The ill king smiled weakly from the kiss, and he wished he could return it in kind, but he dare not risk getting Kimahri sick. So he instead just rubbed his cheek against the top of the Ronso’s head as they wiled away the time. He was getting ever so sleepy as Kimahri kept rubbing his belly. Despite having such big hands, they were surprisingly gentle when they needed to be. Around and around his hand went, hand rubbing that ever chubby belly of Asgore’s. He suffered no shame for not being in the same good shape as Kimahri, and to be honest, he knew the Ronso liked it. He was a very loving, very affectionate kitty. “Oh dear” Asgore muttered sadly, noticing his tea cup was empty.
“Want Kimahri to get you more?” Kimahri offered.
“I wouldn’t want to trouble you” Asgore rebuked.
“Kimahri doesn’t mind” the Ronso smiled, extracting himself from the blanket.
He sauntered off to the kitchen, in only his white loincloth while Asgore huddled on the couch. He didn’t have to wait long, considering he had been foolish enough to leave his teapot in the kitchen when he had brought the cup out the first time. The empty cup refilled with sweet nectar, Kimahri placed the pot on the table as he climbed back into the shell of warmth with Asgore. The king was so nice and toasty, and not just from the fever he was suffering. “Thank you for fetching me more tea” Asgore smiled contentedly, taking a sip of the warm fluid.
“Kimahri is happy to help you” Kimahri answered happily.
And so the belly rubs resumed, the ill-king moaning softly from the attention he was receiving. “Mmm, that feels nice” he said.
“Kimahri agrees” the Ronso answered, enjoying the feel of Asgore.
Huddling together, a thought came to Kimahri. “We have come far, haven’t we?” he mused thoughtfully.
“Oh yes” Asgore smiled, his face slowing screwing up into another sneeze. “AH CHOOOOO!”
“Bless you.”
“Thank you.”
“Kimahri did find the Underground very surprising. He had no idea so many people lived deep within the mountains of Gagazet” the Ronso noted.
“We too were surprised to find monster-like people with strong souls on the surface” Asgore added.
“Maybe such surprise is why we grew so intrigued with each other” Kimahri considered.
“I think it was maybe because we knew what it was like to be rejected by those we care about. Those who hurt often find solace in each other” Asgore sagely informed the Ronso.
“Kimahri also thinks it is that Asgore is good company. He is always so polite and happy, Kimahri finds it hard to ever want to be away from you” Kimahri smiled.
“You flirt” Asgore grinned weakly, his nose running again.
Kimahri wiped it for him, the king’s smile not lost as a white arm sank beneath the blanket. The Ronso’s brow raised as he felt a hand gently stroking his strong abdominal muscles. “Not as doughy in the middle, but your fur is just as soft as mine” Asgore smirked.
“Should Kimahri be doughy like Asgore?” Kimahri smiled.
“Oh no, wouldn’t want you to give up your strength for me. Ronsos must be strong, HUARGH!” Asgore roared, flexing mightily.
Kimahri laughed loudly as he pulled his arms from the blanket. “RONSO STRONG!” he chortled, flexing for Asgore.
“ASGORE STRONG!” Asgore roared even louder, flexing as hard as he could.
“KIMAHRI STRONG!” Kimahri yelled even louder, his arms muscles tensed up as hard as they could go.
They couldn’t grit for too long, and finally they unwound back under the sheets, the two giggling loudly. “Asgore is certainly a silly king” Kimahri noted.
“The silliest. For I… am KING FLUFFYBUNS!” Asgore boasted loudly.
“Kimahri likes King Fluffybuns” Kimahri grinned.
“How… thoughtful of you” Asgore snickered, his tongue poked up goofily.
“Thoughtful enough to show Kimahri King Fluffybuns?” Kimahri requested earnestly.
“Oh no! You can’t see the king” Asgore giggled, pushing away Kimahri.
The Ronso would not be deterred. “LET KIMAHRI SEE!” he yelled overdramatically as he tackled Asgore.
The sick king could not defend himself from such an assault, his body tumbling onto the couch with Kimahri lying on top of him, the blanket only barely covering them as it hung atop the Ronso’s back like a cape. The two were breathing heavily, their faces inches from each other as the burly Kimahri lay atop the chubby muscle form of Asgore. Their chests pressed against each other, Kimahri’s muscular body gently sinking into Asgore’s chubbiness. Closing his eyes, the Ronso leaned in, but he was stopped by the monster’s and. “We shouldn’t, I don’t want to get you sick” Asgore whispered.
Kimahri shrugged. “Kimahri will risk it” he answered as he kissed Asgore.
The two softly moaned as they kissed, their hot breath mingling in their mouths as they just enjoyed the moment. Kimahri’s claw held on to Asgore’s love handle tightly, the king clinging to the Ronso’s back for support and pleasure. With a light sigh they broke away, the two smile happily, until Kimahri’s face screwed up and his nose started twitching. “Ah… ah… ahh… CHOO!” he sneezed, his head turned from Asgore.
“Would you like some tea?” Asgore offered politely.
“Kimahri would love some tea” the Ronso sniffed loudly.
RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (3/12/16). This story was won by 
lineage26, who wanted some quality time between Kimahri Ronso and Asgore Dreemurr. So, just imagine that the Underground is situated under Mount Gagazet, and you should be good to gew, m'kay? M'kay..:Rated general for:.
>Adorakbleness
>Asgore being chubbyFFX and all related materials are © Square Enix.
Undertale and all related materials are © Toby Fox.
Word Count: 1303
If you enjoyed the story, feel free to comment and fave, I'd really appreciate it.Bergentrückung
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… CHOO!”
“Bless you.”
“SNIFF! Thank you.”
Being sick is horrid. But it always helps when you have someone to hand you a tissue when you’ve got the sniffles. And it’s always good to have someone snuggling with you on the couch while enjoying a nice warm cup of yellow flower tea. Sighing contentedly, the King under the Mountain, King Asgore Dreemurr, was trying to work off a rather nasty cold. He lay with a nice woolly blanket over him, and a nice furry body to cuddle at his side. Believe you him that it was quite the surprise to find that monsters, in some form, existed beyond the Barrier that had imprisoned him in the mountain. Said mountain, of course, was Mt. Gagazet, home to the Ronso tribe. It was quite the surprise to meet beings that looked like monsters, but existed as flesh and blood with strong souls. Upon leaving the Underground, King Asgore had very quickly entered a meeting with the elder of the Ronso tribe; a rather handsome looking lionman known as Kimahri.
Negotiations had gone swimmingly, and monsterkind was free to roam about on the surface once more. Looking forward to exploring the world, many monsters and Ronso exchanged homes, the Ronso Youth excited to explore the depths of the Underground. During this exchange, the two leaders had gotten rather close with each other. VERY close indeed. Kimahri purred pleasantly as he snuggled into Asgore’s warm body. Sufficed to say, the Ronso had been VERY amused when he learned the boss monster’s title of “King Fluffybuns”, one he chose to use himself. “Are you warm enough Fluffybuns?” Kimahri whispered, his muscular body moving about so he could continue to warm the king.
“Toasty as a happy Vulkin” Asgore smiled weakly, despite his nose starting to run. “Oh, thank you” he added as he grabbed the tissue Kimahri handed him.
He blew his nose loudly, before discarding the used tissue to the pile. Kimahri chuckled as he rubbed his cheek against Asgore, while his covered arm gently rubbed the king’s plush white furry belly. It was so soothing to have his belly rubbed, and he just wanted to drift off in the Ronso’s powerful arms. He was so warm and loving, it was bliss to have the best of carers with him during his ailing times. “Ah,” Asgore dreamily uttered, “what did I do to deserve you?” he smiled happily.
“Walk into Kimahri’s life” Kimahri answered sweetly as he gently kissed Asgore’s neck.
The ill king smiled weakly from the kiss, and he wished he could return it in kind, but he dare not risk getting Kimahri sick. So he instead just rubbed his cheek against the top of the Ronso’s head as they wiled away the time. He was getting ever so sleepy as Kimahri kept rubbing his belly. Despite having such big hands, they were surprisingly gentle when they needed to be. Around and around his hand went, hand rubbing that ever chubby belly of Asgore’s. He suffered no shame for not being in the same good shape as Kimahri, and to be honest, he knew the Ronso liked it. He was a very loving, very affectionate kitty. “Oh dear” Asgore muttered sadly, noticing his tea cup was empty.
“Want Kimahri to get you more?” Kimahri offered.
“I wouldn’t want to trouble you” Asgore rebuked.
“Kimahri doesn’t mind” the Ronso smiled, extracting himself from the blanket.
He sauntered off to the kitchen, in only his white loincloth while Asgore huddled on the couch. He didn’t have to wait long, considering he had been foolish enough to leave his teapot in the kitchen when he had brought the cup out the first time. The empty cup refilled with sweet nectar, Kimahri placed the pot on the table as he climbed back into the shell of warmth with Asgore. The king was so nice and toasty, and not just from the fever he was suffering. “Thank you for fetching me more tea” Asgore smiled contentedly, taking a sip of the warm fluid.
“Kimahri is happy to help you” Kimahri answered happily.
And so the belly rubs resumed, the ill-king moaning softly from the attention he was receiving. “Mmm, that feels nice” he said.
“Kimahri agrees” the Ronso answered, enjoying the feel of Asgore.
Huddling together, a thought came to Kimahri. “We have come far, haven’t we?” he mused thoughtfully.
“Oh yes” Asgore smiled, his face slowing screwing up into another sneeze. “AH CHOOOOO!”
“Bless you.”
“Thank you.”
“Kimahri did find the Underground very surprising. He had no idea so many people lived deep within the mountains of Gagazet” the Ronso noted.
“We too were surprised to find monster-like people with strong souls on the surface” Asgore added.
“Maybe such surprise is why we grew so intrigued with each other” Kimahri considered.
“I think it was maybe because we knew what it was like to be rejected by those we care about. Those who hurt often find solace in each other” Asgore sagely informed the Ronso.
“Kimahri also thinks it is that Asgore is good company. He is always so polite and happy, Kimahri finds it hard to ever want to be away from you” Kimahri smiled.
“You flirt” Asgore grinned weakly, his nose running again.
Kimahri wiped it for him, the king’s smile not lost as a white arm sank beneath the blanket. The Ronso’s brow raised as he felt a hand gently stroking his strong abdominal muscles. “Not as doughy in the middle, but your fur is just as soft as mine” Asgore smirked.
“Should Kimahri be doughy like Asgore?” Kimahri smiled.
“Oh no, wouldn’t want you to give up your strength for me. Ronsos must be strong, HUARGH!” Asgore roared, flexing mightily.
Kimahri laughed loudly as he pulled his arms from the blanket. “RONSO STRONG!” he chortled, flexing for Asgore.
“ASGORE STRONG!” Asgore roared even louder, flexing as hard as he could.
“KIMAHRI STRONG!” Kimahri yelled even louder, his arms muscles tensed up as hard as they could go.
They couldn’t grit for too long, and finally they unwound back under the sheets, the two giggling loudly. “Asgore is certainly a silly king” Kimahri noted.
“The silliest. For I… am KING FLUFFYBUNS!” Asgore boasted loudly.
“Kimahri likes King Fluffybuns” Kimahri grinned.
“How… thoughtful of you” Asgore snickered, his tongue poked up goofily.
“Thoughtful enough to show Kimahri King Fluffybuns?” Kimahri requested earnestly.
“Oh no! You can’t see the king” Asgore giggled, pushing away Kimahri.
The Ronso would not be deterred. “LET KIMAHRI SEE!” he yelled overdramatically as he tackled Asgore.
The sick king could not defend himself from such an assault, his body tumbling onto the couch with Kimahri lying on top of him, the blanket only barely covering them as it hung atop the Ronso’s back like a cape. The two were breathing heavily, their faces inches from each other as the burly Kimahri lay atop the chubby muscle form of Asgore. Their chests pressed against each other, Kimahri’s muscular body gently sinking into Asgore’s chubbiness. Closing his eyes, the Ronso leaned in, but he was stopped by the monster’s and. “We shouldn’t, I don’t want to get you sick” Asgore whispered.
Kimahri shrugged. “Kimahri will risk it” he answered as he kissed Asgore.
The two softly moaned as they kissed, their hot breath mingling in their mouths as they just enjoyed the moment. Kimahri’s claw held on to Asgore’s love handle tightly, the king clinging to the Ronso’s back for support and pleasure. With a light sigh they broke away, the two smile happily, until Kimahri’s face screwed up and his nose started twitching. “Ah… ah… ahh… CHOO!” he sneezed, his head turned from Asgore.
“Would you like some tea?” Asgore offered politely.
“Kimahri would love some tea” the Ronso sniffed loudly.
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