A.zzy cving his dad during his spring break?
Sure!
A.sriel sighs through his nose as he sinks back into the car seat. It’s Spring Break, which means going to the beach and partying and having fun for most college kids. And that’s almost what A.sriel is doing. Almost. The only issue is he’s not going alone.
A.sgore is the one driving, happily chatting with his son as they make the trip. A.sriel is stuck going to the beach with his dad. How embarrassing is that?! He can’t have fun and party if he’s going to be stuck with his old man the whole time. Who brings their dad to hang out with people on the beach? Losers, that’s who. Besides, his dad will probably try and eat his friends anyway. He half suspects this trip is just a ploy for A.sgore to stuff his face on half naked college guys anyway...
He needs a plan. A.sriel can’t let this chance get ruined by his dad being here. But he knows he can’t just shake A.sgore off or ditch him, that’ll just make the older goat come looking for him or worse...feeling sad. And then A.sriel will have to deal with his mopey dad ruining the mood instead! There’s gotta be some way to get A.sgore off his back...
“...and I made sure to get us something special to fight the crowds,” A.sgore says. He’s been talking about what they’re going to do at the beach all day but A.sriel had tuned most of it out until now. “This beach has those private shaded tents for beachgoers to use! And I was able to get one rented just for us, so we have a comfy place to rest!”
“Yeah, cool...” A.sriel says dismissively. Private tents...hm...wait a second...that’s perfect! A.sriel perks up at the thought he gets and grins to himself. Yeah, that’s exactly what he needs. He knows exactly how to get his dad out of his hair for the trip...for all of Spring Break, in fact.
When they finally arrive, A.sriel has much more pep in his step. In fact, he’s eagerly trying to rush them along. He gets his dad to park in the first space they find, even if it’s a bit of a squeeze for their car--the beach is packed and bustling today, so there’s no good spots anyway. He urges his dad to get all of their things at once, even if it’s a bit of a struggle to carry it all, and gets him to lead the way to their tent. There’s a small cluster of them near the parking lot, and though it takes a minute, they’re able to find the one A.sgore rented and enter.
They get their things set down and A.sriel looks around. It’s a nice privacy tent, with two lounge chairs that looks comfy and a table between them. The flap is closed so it’s shaded but still easy enough to see. A.sriel licks his lips. Perfect...
A.sriel sits down on one of the two lounge chairs and sighs. “Finally...” He looks at his dad. Both of the goats are already in their swimwear. A.sriel is only wearing his trunks, having gone without a shirt, but A.sgore has on his trunks as well as one of his shirts that he’s just left open to show off his form more. God, his dad is huge...should he really do this..?
“A.zzy, I think I saw some young men playing volleyball!” A.sgore comments as he gets things more organized. “We should ask to join them. It would be fun, wouldn’t it?”
...yeah, he’s got to do this. No choice.
“Uh...hey, Dad, before we do that...can I get a hand here?” A.sriel leans back a bit in his seat, fiddling with the tightening straps of his swim trunks. “I think I tied these up too tight and they’re strangling me a bit but I can’t get the knot.”
“Oh, really? Golly, A.zzy, I told you I could tie it for you before...” A.sgore chuckles to himself and comes over. He leans down over A.sriel, trying to help him. “...hm? You sure this is too tight? It feels pretty loose to--bwah?” A.sgore bleats as A.sriel yanks down on his trunks to let his cock come free. The older goat blushes a bright red and pulls his hands away quickly. “W-Woah, A.zzy, what’s gotten into you?”
“S-Sorry, Dad, but this is the best way to do it!” A.sriel grabs A.sgore by the horns and pulls hard on his head. The older goat bleats again as he loses his balance and falls forward. There’s a wet slurp as he collides with A.sriel’s cock and has his face engulfed in an instant.
A.sgore starts to fumble and kick around. He’s splayed out over the lounge chair, stuck on his knees. He tries to push away from A.sriel, hands on the younger goat’s thighs. But A.sriel shoves down on the back of his dad’s head, forcing the rest of it in. He moans and shivers, his cock now sealed over A.sgore’s neck firmly.
“F-Fuck...ah, this feels...nngh...” A.sriel shudders and moans as his body starts to take over. His cock slurps wetly and throbs as it sucks in more of A.sgore, starting to work in his shoulders. It’s dragging the older goat across the lounge chair, pulling him deeper into A.sriel’s cock. His pecs start to fit in, all while A.sriel moans softly.
A.sgore’s cries are muffled so deep in A.sriel already, not helped by the younger goat’s moaning. His grip on A.sriel’s legs is being lost as he’s being pulled on harder and slurping deeper. His large gut is already being dragged in, making A.sriel shudder again and groan loudly as he’s made to accommodate it. “Shit...ah...th-this is...so dumb...” A.sriel huffs out. But he doesn’t do anything to stop it as his cock throbs and drags in more of A.sgore.
At this point, only A.sgore’s feet are hanging off the lounge chair. His legs are kicking around wildly and his hands keep clenching at his sides. But he only surges deeper, his middle steadily being claimed by A.sriel’s cock. It’s making him leak a lot, the lounge chair already stained in pre that’s been drooling out.
A.sriel can feel his dad come to a stop suddenly, his muzzle pressed up against something. He grunts and grabs his cock, shivering at how densative it feels with A.sgore’s upper body stretching it out. “H-Hold on, Dad, I’ll...help ya out..!” He lifts his cock up, hoisting A.sgore’s body into the air. His cock is stretching tightly over the larger goat, showing off his upper body and screaming face. His legs kick and swing up in the air, but like this, A.sgore pushes right through the opening and sinks down.
A loud moan escapes A.sriel as A.sgore slurps straight down his cock. His balls bloat out between his legs and over the lounge chair as they’re rapidly filled with older goat meat. A.sgore’s kicking legs swiftly sink out of sight, slurping down and disappearing into A.sriel’s cock. His nuts stretch out more and more, roughly taking on the shape of A.sgore as he gets crammed tightly inside.
Finally, A.sgore’s kicking feet slurp past A.sriel’s tip. The last of the goat gets sent down and squeezed into A.sriel’s nuts. They’re heavily bloated now, shaped like his dad, with A.sgore forced to curl up into a tight ball. It’s clearly tight for him with how much he struggles to move, muffled screaming coming out as he presses around.
“Fuck…Mmf…ch-chill out, Dad,” A.sriel huffs. “I swear this’ll be quick…” He grips his leaking cock and starts to stroke it. It’s so sensitive after taking A.sgore down, even just rubbing one out leaves A.sriel shuddering in pleasure. His nuts bubble and churn wetly, giving a good clench over A.sgore as they work on making a fresh load.
A.sgore says…something, it’s a bit drowned out by the boiling sounds of A.sriel’s nuts and muffled by the moaning and panting coming from him. A.sriel squeezes his eyes shut and pumps his cock faster. “Just…l-let it happen…please…” His whole body feels tense as he keeps pumping and he ends up clenching his nuts hard.
The loud scream that comes from A.sgore makes A.sriel jolt. He opens his eyes for a moment to look at his nude. Are they smaller..? He bites his bottom lip, hesitating for a second, before another wave of pleasure passes through him and he moans. He clenches his nuts again, earning another bubbly scream from A.sgore as he’s compacted down further.
A.sriel’s nuts are boiling hot, the clenching only serving to process A.sgore faster. A.sriel gives him another squeeze, and he can feel the solid mass inside break apart slightly with a squelch. That must’ve been an arm or a leg or something…A.sgore’s screaming is getting louder and more panicked, but whatever he’s actually saying is completely indecipherable. A.sriel can just pretend it’s some random guy in there and not his dad…
Another clench makes A.sriel’s nuts squelch and crack loudly, forcing the bulge down to half the size. Much of the detail has gone away, leaving only soft lumps that vaguely suggest a person. A.sgore’s voice is quieter now, more bubbly, not even recognizable. A.sriel pumps his cock faster, huffing and moaning. His nuts broil and clench and clench and clench and—
“Fuuuuuuuuck!” A.sriel cries out as his throbbing cock finally starts to fire, his back arching up as he fully gives into the orgasm. Thick ropes of cum gush out of him like a geyser, splattering across the tent and costing nearly everything inside of it with fresh, hot goat cum. Several beach goers definitely hear the noises from outside, and some who are close enough will even catch sight of a few wayward shots blasting past the closed flap or the puddle oozing out from under the tent.
It takes a few minutes for A.sriel to waste his dad across the tent in a white mess, but it feels like ages for him as pleasure wracks through his body. When his cock finally does go from gushing to dribbling, he goes slack in the lounge chair, panting deeply through his nose.
A.sriel looks around the tent as he catches his breath. Cum has plastered itself to every surface, dripping off the walls and ceiling and covering his things and the lounge chairs…as well as himself. But it’s not just cum he sprayed around. White and yellow tufts of fur can be made out in most of the mess, as well as the large bones that used to be A.sgore. They’re scattered around the tent, oozing in cum. His shirt ended up plastered across the floor and his swimming trunks are stuck to the ceiling.
…and his skull is resting between A.sriel’s legs, the goat’s much fatter cock and nuts pressed against it as the last bits of cum drool out over the top. A.sriel’s fave blushes warm seeing it. “Golly, Dad…you don’t have ti make this weird…” He sits up and carefully moves the skull aside so he can pull his trunks back up. There’s a lot tighter on him…
Getting to his feet, A.sriel tries to be careful about stepping in his own mess, but he quickly learns that’s pointless. Just as pointless as trying to wipe the cum off of himself. “…well, it a good thing I’m at the beach. Guess I’ll wash off in the ocean. Maybe someone can lend me a towel, too.”
Shaking a bit more cum off himself, A.sriel slips out of the tent, trying to make sure he’s not spotted. His white fur hides the mess semi well. At least without his dad around, he can enjoy the beach fully! Though he’ll have to get a ride from somewhere. He doesn’t feel like digging around in that mess for the keys to his dad’s truck…