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I See Alphys, I See Francis	By : xandermartin98 Category: +S through Z > UnderTale Views: 1982 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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ISAISF 7
"Alright, so...is there anything else you'd like to do with me, my darling little cupcake?" Francis yawned and asked Alphys (whom he was currently cradling lovingly in his arms, of course)
as he walked right through the front door back into Alphys' lab, smacking his lips, bending over and adorably smooching her right on the tip of her pudgy little dinosaur nose as he gently set her back down onto the floor.
"Um...w-well...I think I certainly would like to, umm...perhaps r-roleplay a certain dearly beloved s-shipping between Sans and T-Toriel? Ehehe?" Alphys stammered shyly, biting her lip, crossing her legs, crossing her arms behind her back and twiddling her fingers cutely as she trembled and quivered in fearful anticipation of what Francis would say about the fact that she secretly shipped a f%#&ing skeleton and a goat together; would he laugh? Would he cry? Would he cry WITH laughter? Would he perhaps even BREAK UP with her? Seriously, the possibilities were absolutely endl-
"OOH, I know EXACTLY what you're talking about! And personally, I do believe I've got JUST the thing for that; actually, no, scratch that, I've got the THING for something way BETTER than that! Take a gander at THIS sh%# right here!" Burgerpants chuckled smugly through the speech-recording microphone in Francis' brain as he made him reach into his interdimensional shirt pocket (which, ostensibly, was filled almost to the brim with anime porn mags, hentai novels, waifu pillows and the like) and pulled out possibly one of the LEAST perverted and creepy things in there; an invisible digital camera presumably invented by the disgustingly nerdy freak himself, with state-of-the-art video-recording technology and everything!
"WOWWW...SO COOOL..." Alphys dropped her jaw straight to the floor and gawked droolingly and absentmindedly in absolute wonderment at the sheer eminent beauty of the device, completely forgetting about the recent Burgerpants fiasco as Francis proceeded to then promptly demonstrate the camera's other main function: Star Trek lens-flare hypnosis!
"Oh, and check THIS out; it's even got a complimentary badge that comes with it that you can use to turn YOURSELF invisible at literally any time just by clipping it on; how freaking cool is THAT?!" Francis gushed excessively over the device, throwing his head back and DREEmurring orgasmically as he pulled out the complimentary badge from his pocket and handed it over to Alphys while droolingly fantasizing about the things that he and Alphys were going to do with it on that very, very special (and more than likely extremely illegal, even in the Underground) night.
"Oh, uh...yeah, sure, that's really cool, I guess...so, uhh...how much did this thing COST exactly?" Alphys asked Francis curiously and teasingly, sincerely doubting that an absolutely degenerate dumbass like him would really be smart enough to invent such a thing himself as she unceremoniously stuffed the badge into her pocket and pulled out a pair of jetpacks.
"Oh, only something like twenty thousand dollars or so...and it's tougher than a freaking NOKIA phone! Again, seriously, HOW FREAKING COOL IS THAT?!" Francis squealed and moaned with nerdy pleasure as he threw it onto the floor at full force (leaving a huge crack in the tile that it landed on, much to Alphys' chagrin) and stomped on it as hard as he could, jumping into the air and squealing in pain and clutching his left foot from how much he had just accidentally hurt himself.
"Yeah, yeah, it's pretty freaking cool, I know..." Alphys groaned, sighed and shrugged, rolling her eyes as Francis sat down on her office chair, rotated toward her and extended out his now-extremely-sore left foot directly into her face, wiggling his toes and grinning seductively at her.
"So tell me, FRANCIS; exactly how much of this is actually YOU as opposed to Burgerpants?" Alphys asked Francis curiously and somewhat teasingly, glaring at him inquisitively as she lovingly licked his incredibly smooth and sexy foot, sucked its tantalizingly long and plump toes, kneaded her fingers and thumbs passionately into the surprisingly tough little tendons and metatarsals within his otherwise soft and tender soles, and finally delivered the coup-de-grace with an adorably sweet little boo-boo kiss right on the outstretched, saliva-soaked ball of his foot...which, of course, caused Francis to blush and moan with immense pleasure, as always.
"Oh, sorry, I wasn't listening; what was that you just said? I was, like, LITERALLY too busy jerking off to even HEAR you!" Francis laughed and waved awkwardly at Alphys with his right hand, causing her to sternly lower her eyelids at him in an explicitly "I KNOW IT'S YOU" type of stare as he lowered his left foot, hopped back down from his royal seat, took her by the hand and led her to the front door.
"More specifically, HOW are you already knowledgable enough about Sans and Toriel to know exactly WHERE, much less WHEN, they make out with each other every night?" Alphys somewhat tiredly asked Francis, yawning loudly and suddenly breaking out into an intensely mischievous smile as she realized how wonderfully obvious it was that Burgerpants really WAS inside his brain at the moment!
"Interuniversal internet, THAT'S how!" Francis chuckled and sweated nervously, drumming his fingers together and quaking his knees while Alphys clambered up onto his shoulder, pulled out a pair of magic tweezers from her dress pockets and began slowly, teasingly pushing them deeper and deeper into his ear while Burgerpants shook and trembled helplessly in fear.
"STOP, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU DOING! YOU COULD LITERALLY END UP KILLING ME IF YOU'RE NOT CAREFUL WITH THAT!" Francis screamed in horror, shooing Alphys away from him agitatedly with his hands.
"Uh-huh..." Alphys crossed her arms over her chest and winked sassily at Francis.
"Damnit, she's already TOE-TALLY sussed me, hasn't she?" Burgerpants blushed deeply and sighed, glancing over to the side of him and hanging his head in profound kink-shame.
"Alright, look; if there's anything you've gotta do, PLEASE do it right now!" Francis explained, checking his iPhone and seeing that it was exactly 10:20 PM at the moment as he grabbed Alphys by the shoulders and shook her violently into focus. "It's almost 11 PM right now, which is exactly when the absolutely delicious romancing between Sans and Toriel that I've been hyping you up for all this time is nightly scheduled to begin; seriously, if we don't hurry, we're going to freaking MISS it!"
"I mostly just really, really, and I do mean REALLY, need to take a freaking shower!" Alphys shuddered, cringing in absolute disgust at the mere thought of what had just recently happened to her in the last two chapters as she ran up onto the second floor, grabbed a clean copy of the exact same dress she was currently wearing from her wardrobe, then quickly ran back downstairs and went straight into the bathroom without further ado while Francis walked out the front door and waited patiently outside for her to finish whatever it really was that she was doing.
ONE VERY LONG AND CLEANSING SHOWER LATER...
"We're flying! WHEEEEEE!" Alphys and Francis repeatedly, obnoxiously yelled in an utterly ridiculous falsetto, annoying the living bejeezus out of everyone beneath them all the while as they flew all the way across the Underground in a matter of seconds with their jetpacks.
"Hey, Alphys; why do people often mistake Sans for a weeaboo like us?" Francis jokingly asked Alphys in classic Sans fashion as the two of them lovingly held hands and ran merrily through the foolishly wide-open Snowdin/Ruins gate together, gazing in wonderment at all of the impossibly purple bricks that were now surrounding them as they finally reached the back-entrance passageway to Toriel's house...with only about ten or so minutes left to spare, no less!
"Hmm...you know, I'm actually not really sure why; in fact, I really should do a bit more research on that topic if and when I finally have the spare time and boredom level to-" Alphys began running her mouth excessively in response, comically missing the point of the joke as she and Francis quickly and quietly made their way through Toriel's basement hallway, turned themselves invisible (Francis with his natural chameleon blending ability, and Alphys by clipping on the complimentary badge that Francis had given her) and climbed up the staircase.
"Alright, now get next to Toriel's recliner and just wait a few minutes; her boyfriend Sans will arrive very shortly!" Francis turned the camera invisible (AUTHOR'S NOTE: yes, invisible things did indeed naturally possess the ability to see other equally invisible things through the mathematical law of double negatives in addition to video game logic...well, okay, mostly video game logic) and whispered nervously into Alphys' ear as the two of them tiptoed as quietly as possible into the living room of Toriel's house, where the big, fluffy and lop-eared (not to mention completely naked from head to toe, which was presumably how she slept more often than not) goat mother was adorably snoozing on her recliner, the cutely padded soles of her bare, incredibly large feet fully exposed and poking out teasingly at them while she eagerly waited for Sans to finally arrive.
"MUST...NOT...LICK..." Alphys and Francis panted, drooled at the mouth and stammered internally as Toriel innocently wiggled her toes at them in her sleep, blissfully unaware of how much of a tease she was actually being to them as they crept around her recliner and sneakily recorded all of the subtle little twitches and motions of her bare feet and soles on video camera.
"OH, DEAR, I LITERALLY CANNOT RESIST THE UNYIELDING TEMPTATION..." Alphys moaned internally with pleasure as she reluctantly kneeled down on both of her knees and began lovingly massaging and licking Toriel's utterly gorgeous soles while Francis fapped to her amusingly fetishistic antics with his right hand and excitedly recorded them with his left.
"HMM? Who's down there, licking my feet?" Toriel suddenly grunted in surprise as she woke right up and looked around the room curiously to see who had just been worshipping her feet.
"EEP!" Alphys squeaked adorably in terror, fleeing all the way over to the opposite-side edge of the house and pressing her back against the edgemost wall while Francis did the same, making sure to cover Alphys' mouth with his hand so that she wouldn't make any more noise as Toriel searched around the living room suspiciously, lifting up several objects and sniffing around with her nose; luckily, the corresponding shower-fresh and utterly-horrible scents of Alphys and Francis roughly canceled each other out, so Toriel's tired old nose was unable to detect them.
"Eh, it was probably just a really f%#&ing horny mouse or some sh%#..." Toriel muttered exhaustedly to herself as she walked over into the kitchen and pulled out a nice big jar of honey from the fridge while Alphys and Francis curiously followed along behind her, the latter making sure to quickly slip a dissolving five-minute weapons-grade sleeping pill into the glass of water on Toriel's recliner-side table while she wasn't looking.
"La di da, la dee dum..." Toriel peacefully, merrily sang as she sat back down in her recliner, squeezed out copious portions of honey all over her lovely bare feet, drank the rest of her glass of water for liquid nourishment as she set her honey bottle down on the very same recliner-side table that said glass was being kept on, then finally fell right back asleep in her chair...very FAST asleep, in fact!
"Hmm...let's see if THIS still brings out her ticklish side!" Alphys suggested to Francis as she playfully scratched Toriel's left sole with her adorable little finger-claws while Francis pulled out a chainsaw made of feathers from his pocket and handled the other one with it, even going as far as to saw it right in-between her toes; sure enough, even after they switched sides and did the exact same thing again except on the opposite feet, Toriel still barely even let loose a single giggle.
Meanwhile in her dreams, Toriel was in the living room reading her favorite book, 72 Uses For Snails (which, fittingly enough, was used mainly for fetish purposes); surely enough, right when she was just about to finish reading the Tickling entry, a whole bunch of snails suddenly crawled into the room through the amazingly neat and tidy mouse-hole right next to the lamp that was in the southwest corner of the room and climbed up onto her bare, extremely sensitive soles while she wasn't looking, causing her to blush brightly, hold her breath and bite her lip, her face turning blue as she tried desperately not to laugh from how unbearably much it tickled!
"GYAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHH!" Toriel dropped her book and exploded into a rampant, shrieking and crying fit of hysterical laughter, with numerous joyful tears escaping from her eyes as the snails crawled around on the heels and arches of her poor uber-ticklish feet, up over the balls of her feet, into the little gaps in-between her toes, and even all the way up onto the very tip-tops of said toes, leaving trails and splotches of gooey, glistening snail sperm...I mean, slime all over her beautiful goat-mom soles. "PLEASE STAH-HAH-HAH-HAHP! I'M FAR TOO OH-HO-HO-HOLD AND TI-HICKLISH FOR SH%# LIKE THI-HI-HI-HISSS!"
Meanwhile in real life, Francis and Alphys were busy drooling and licking their lips with delight as they lovingly licked and sucked sweet, sweet honey off of Toriel's already-scrumptious feet and toes, causing her to murr, moan and blush in her sleep as the GPS radar on Alphys' phone suddenly detected Sans approaching!
"QUICK, RUN AND HIDE BEFORE HE FREAKING SEES US!" Francis hissed urgently into Alphys' ear (despite the fact that they were both already literally impossible to see), grabbing her by the hand and attempting to drag her off to god-knows-where...luckily, however, Alphys, being the only truly smart one in the situation, smacked his hand away, placed her hands on her hips in true womanly fashion, and began giving him a stern lecture about just how borderline-brain-dead stupid he really was.
"Dude, for crying out loud, we're both already freaking INVISIBLE! What in the hell IS there to even freaking see here in the FIRST damned place, hmm? WHAT?!" Alphys ranted irritatedly at Francis, throwing her arms up in the air in frustration and smacking him across the face.
"Absolutely NOTHING, my dear; nothing at all!" Francis shrugged and chuckled teasingly, reaching over and hugging Alphys passionately as the poor girl squeaked loudly in pain and nearly suffocated from how ludicrously hard he was squeezing her; meanwhile outside in Snowdin, Sans made his way through the exact same Snowdin/Ruins gate that Alphys and Francis had previously come in through, prompting Alphys and Francis to immediately stop what they were doing and press themselves up against the westmost wall of the room in anticipation.
"Do you think he'll do it tonight?" Alphys stood up on her tippy-toes and anxiously whispered into Francis' ear as Sans drew (in other words, walked ridiculously slowly) ever nearer and nearer by the minute.
"Of COURSE he will; it's like CLOCKWORK!" Francis replied jokingly, causing Alphys to put her hands over the tip of her snout and giggle and snort with amusement while he excitedly pointed his video camera toward himself and turned it on, setting it to the record function as always.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you are about to witness one of the SEVEN wonders of the Underground!" Francis announced dramatically to the readers, staring directly at them through the recording lens of his video camera with only THE most utterly sh%#-eating type of grin one could ever hope to have on his (or her) face; needless to say, the one that Alphys demonstrated shortly thereafter when Francis briefly pointed the camera over at her wasn't exactly a disappointment either as far as sh#%-eating, sassily-winking, eyebrow-raising grins go.
"At about 11:30 PM, eastern standard time, on THIS very night, our favorite character Sans will ascend the staircase as he does EVERY NIGHT for a NICE...BIG...GLASS of milk!" Francis explained (pretty creepily, to be honest) as he pointed his camera over to where the staircase leading down to Toriel's basement hallway was located, then back to himself.
"And he ain't dressed for the UNDESIRABLE OCCASION, if you know what I MEME..." Alphys whispered seductively as Francis pointed the camera back at her while she brought her face uncomfortably close to the screen, wiggling her eyebrows and fluttering her eyelashes at the audience while Francis pointed the camera back toward himself and dramatically cleared his throat.
"Hehehe, yup! YOU heard right! He's completely..NAAAKKKEEEDDD!" Francis tilted the camera back toward himself and explained, with Alphys desperately trying not to bust out laughing as he lifted up his right hand onto the side of his head with the palm facing outward, then suddenly broke out into quite possibly THE absolute creepiest smile (and facial expression in general, for that matter) of his entire stinking life, his eyes suddenly going bloodshot and growing cartoon dot-pupils in nigh-uncontrollable excitement as he began ecstatically fantasizing his unholy and profoundly perverted little head off about...get this...A F%#&ING FATASS SKELETON F#*%ING AN ALMOST EQUALLY FATASS F^%#ING GOAT, of all things.
"WITH NO CLOTHES ON!" Alphys suddenly butted into the camera-view out of seemingly nowhere and maniacally, fan-girlishly squealed at the tops of her lungs with delight, her eyes sparkling and glittering like something straight out of anime; but alas, while she and Francis were still busy laughing their ever-loving asses off as a result of the former's unusually ridiculous antics, they suddenly heard Sans coming up the staircase...as well as Toriel beginning to finally wake back up again, no less!
"Oh, gee WHIZ, why am I so goddamned turned on right now..." Alphys and Francis nervously, embarrassedly thought to themselves, the latter pointing his camera eagerly at Sans as he came up the staircase into Toriel's house buck-naked (with his slimy, gooey, radioactively glowing ecto-penis dripping onto the floor in full force, as always) and smoothly, sexily walked his way over into the living room, predictably whistling Megalovania to himself (meme-loving bastard that he was) while Alphys and Francis literally drooled over a freaking SKELETON...and not even a particularly HOT one like Skeletor, Jack Skellington or Papyrus either; literally just more or less your average spooky scary skeleton.
"Oh, um...HEY there, Sans! I must say, I REALLY wasn't expecting you to GOAT here so early!" Toriel giggled and waved adorably at Sans, causing Alphys and Francis to roll their eyes and groan internally in response while Sans excitedly climbed up onto the world-renowned goat MILF's lap and began lovingly sucking her plump, gorgeous, ever-so-delightfully-fluffy teats!
"Yup, there is definitely no denying how much I SUCK at arriving to work on TIMELINE, ya know what I'm saying?" Sans snickered as he sucked and sucked and sucked on Toriel's tits like a baby while Alphys, Francis and Burgerpants regretfully began masturbating furiously in response.
"Well, I mean, hey, at least you arrived right in the DICK of time, am I right?" Toriel chuckled as she lovingly, tightly wrapped her arms around Sans and penetrated him right up the butt with her big fuzzy girl-penis while Sans pantingly and moaningly rubbed his now firmly-erect ecto-cock in-between her big fluffy goat boobs and shoved it into her loving, big-lipped mouth while Alphys literally went green (and Francis yellow) with romantic envy.
"MMM..." Toriel moaned lovingly with delight as she blew a good pint-sized load into Sans' pelvic region while also simultaneously swallowing another pretty decently sized load of creamy and gooey and sticky orgasm fluids from his penis.
"OHH, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH..." Toriel moaned even further as she sexily removed Sans' still-dripping boner from her mouth, teasingly dangling the resulting saliva-soaked cum strand from her tongue as she grabbed her honey bottle off of the recliner-side table and seductively poured its sticky, sweet, sugary goodness all over her already-orgasmically-beautiful soles, causing Sans to obediently sit down on all fours and pant like a drooling dog in response.
"Well, I mean, what can I say, really? All I know for sure is that you've been working me...down to the BONER!" Sans chuckled embarrassedly with an extremely bright and glowing blue blush on his face as he reluctantly swallowed his pride, got down onto his knees and lovingly worshipped her feet just like Alphys and Francis had done earlier...except even hotter this time, somehow!
"So tell me, Sans, how's the taste of DE FEET CUMMING along for you?" Toriel blushed and giggled embarrassedly as Sans licked every last nook, cranny, wrinkle, crevice and square inch of her adorably smooth and sexy goat soles, soaking them from heel to toes with his gooey, dripping ecto-saliva while the lovable goat woman murred and moaned with delight in response.
"Oh, you'd damned better believe that it's coming along FINGER-LICKING AND TOE-SUCKING good, my dear, sweet LOVE of my life!" Sans laughed as he immediately switched from licking Toriel's lovely, lovely soles to sucking passionately on her equally lovely toes; meanwhile, Alphys and Francis blushed up a storm, held their breath, covered their mouths with their hands while their faces began turning blue and purple from lack of air, and bit their jaws so painfully, lethally tightly that they actually began to taste their own blood leaking into their mouths as they both tried unbearably hard to hold in their laughter.
"This little piggy went to market!" Sans sang teasily to Toriel as he sucked on her right right toe while Alphys and Francis released their fingers from their noses and gasped for air, still covering their mouths with their hands, blushing adorably, snickering michievously, and sweating nervously as always while Sans systematically moved on to Toriel's next toe.
"This little piggy bought a butterscotch-cinnamon pie!" Sans sang as he sucked Toriel's right middle toe.
"This little piggy baked it in the oven!" Sans sang as he sucked (the engagement ring right off of) Toriel's right left toe (and sneakily stuffed it into his pockets while Toriel wasn't looking).
"This little piggy smashed it into pieces with a sledgehammer and slathered it all over her gorgeous naked body!" Sans sang as he sucked Toriel's left right toe.
"This little piggy made Sans' nose bleed even more than his chest did when Frisk ****** *** **** * ***** at the end of the Genocide Run!" Sans sang as he sucked Toriel's left middle toe.
"And last but not least, THIS little piggy locked Sans up in a bondage outfit and fem-dominantly forced him to lick every last sugary, gooey drop and crumb of pie right off of her entire naked body from head to toe, whipping him like a slave in the process!" Sans sang as he diligently sucked Toriel's left left toe before finally wetly smooching right on both of the (again) handsomely outstretched and saliva-dripping balls of her soles and simultaneously gave both her feet a nice warm skeletal hug, causing Alphys and Francis to finally crack and burst out into hysterical fits of laughter.
"HOLY SH%#, IS THERE SOMEONE SPYING ON US?!" Sans turned around and screamed in shock and humiliation as Alphys and Francis ran (and flew) back home as fast as they could, laughing all the way.
"Eh, we were probably just hearing things...anyway, let's just hope that there's not any evil aFOOT around here!" Toriel giggled and blushed as she and Sans promptly began giving each other the footjobs of an afterlifetime.
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