A vine slammed into Sans, pinning him against the wall. Sans groaned. His already fragile body felt like it was going to break.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? The Smiley Trashbag and the human." Flowey smiled, his mouth showing an impossible number of teeth.

"I've been waiting for this moment for so long." Flowey said, looming over Frisk. "Do you know how long I've been wanting to fuck you?"

"Don't touch her." Sans snarled, blood trickling down the edge of his mouth. His vision was still very blurry and his skull was ringing. "Oh shut up, Trashbag." Flowey replied breezily, dismissing Sans easily.

Frisk stared back at the flower in fear. There was no way she could escape him in her present condition. "Nowhere to run now, eh?" Flowey chuckled.

"Wait." He stared at Frisk, as if just realising that she was on the floor instead of standing. "You can't walk? Are you not a virgin anymore?" Frisk only stared back at Flowey wordlessly.

"Who did it?" Flowey demanded. Frisk kept staring back at him. There was no way she was going to say it herself. "Don't tell me it was the Trashbag."

Flowey turned to Sans, who was having trouble keeping conscious, eyelights flickering weakly and he struggled to stay awake.

Flowey laughed. "Wow, you must have done her pretty hard if she can't even walk. I didn't think you had it in you."

"Well no matter. It won't change how you taste." Frisk swallowed convulsely and scooted as far as she could from the flower.

"Nah ah." Flowey tsked, his vines wrapping around Frisk, tying her hands above her head. "You won't get away from me that easily."

Flowey's vines slithered up Frisk's legs, sending shivers across her body.

"No, don't do this." Frisk cried. Flowey only smiled as his vines continued to slither over her body.

Then with a lightning fast motion, a vine slammed into her clit, thrusting inhumanely deep.

Frisk shrieked in pain as the vine pulled forcibly in and out of her. Blood trickled down her thighs from her opening. Flowey laughed.

"It hurts, doesn't it? Nothing like what that Trashbag can do. But guess what? I have a few more tricks up my sleeve."

All of the vines wrapped around Frisk suddenly sprouted thorns, and she screamed even louder. Blood seemed to be pouring from her. Oh god, it hurt so much! This was nothing compared to what Sans had done.

Frisk cried, her tears mixing with the blood that flowed from her. She tried to call for help but she was in too much pain to make her voice do anything but scream.