(The next day)

Of course the Queen had to be notified about this development. She would already have seen the sudden spike in Sans's statistics monitor, which she had constantly recording.

But Papyrus couldn't bring himself to tell her Sans had tried to attempt suicide. What would her reaction be, when she realised that her courtesan really wasn't happy with her?

So instead, when Sans finally had to return to the castle, Papyrus lied. It was a cooking accident, he had said. He had been trying to teach Sans how to cut vegetables when a clumsy move had the cutting knife injure the small skeleton's already dangerously low health.

It wasn't even a good lie, since Papyrus was unaccustomed to it. He prided himself on his honesty. But he would discard that for the sake of his brother.

Fortunately, the Queen seemed to buy it. Perhaps his reputation for honesty had convinced her, or because he was her loyal and faithful Advisor. Anyway, it had worked, and Papyrus was relieved.

But unfortunately for him, he hadn't realised that his lie had indeed been seen through. It just wasn't him the Queen wanted to question.

(Later that day)

"Sans? Could you come here?" As of the moment, Toriel, Sans, and his personal guards were back down in the "torture" room, as Sans had so dubbed. He walked across the padded floor to stand in front of the tall goat monster. "Yes, mistress?"

She carefully appraised him, frowning. "What really happened during your "incident" at the Advisor's house?" Sans felt his soul race but he still managed to keep a straight face. "What do you mean, mistress?"

The goat monster's scarlet eyes hardened. "I see. Get down on all fours please." Sans gulped, feeling extremely nervous with her sudden change in attitude. But he followed her order, getting down on his hands and knees.

Toriel nodded to one of the personal guards standing a few feet behind Sans and he approached the kneeling figure. With one swift move, he pulled down the smaller skeleton's shorts, discarding them to the side. Sans gasped in surprise at the sudden movement.

"Ugghhh..!" Sans made a pained noise as the guard was suddenly shoving his girth into his opening, sinking all the way inside with a hard push. Tears pricked at his sockets. He hadn't even been prepared so he still felt so dry. That made the entrance that much more painful, with nothing to help its passage.

"Now tell me. What happened at the Advisor's house?" Her tone was clipped and unforgiving, her red eyelights boring into the small skeleton. Sans struggled to lift his skull and look up at her with his teary sockets. "I-I was too clumsy, mistress.."

"Hmm. Still lying I see." She knelt down until they were face-to-face. Reaching under him, she gripped his forgotten length, stroking it into arousal. Sans made a choked sound as his dick hardened under the soft paw's touch.