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Kris and Noelle walked down the street, hands interlocked. Another long day of school came and went, and now it was the weekend. Susie had requested Kris’ presence in Castle Town, but their girlfriend reached them before they could accept, stealing Kris away.

Not that Kris minded at all, but it was hard trying to choose between their girlfriend and more adventures in the Dark World. 

As they continued down the street, Noelle quietly hummed a couple notes to a song Kris barely recognized. Their hands, fingers woven tightly together, lightly swayed as they stepped together. It wasn’t long before they hit the first intersection, turning past the Librarby.

Kris tipped their head down, leaning it atop Noelle’s shoulder. She gave them a side glance, giggling a little bit.

“Faha, really Kris? Are you already falling asleep again?” She chirped, leaning what little bits of her head on theirs, avoiding stabbing them with her antlers.

Kris didn’t respond verbally, just groaning tiredly. Sleeping through class seemed to have almost zero effect on their fatigue, they were still hobbling around like a zombie. Noelle turned her head, planting a small kiss on top before continuing to walk, basically dragging Kris along.

Kris awoke in Noelle’s bed, curled up awkwardly in her sheets, sprawled across half the bed. Feeling the pressure on their chest, they lifted their head to see Noelle using Kris as her bed. She was already awake, looking lovingly at Kris waking up.

They shot her a tired smile before rubbing their eyes, moving their hands to hug her afterwards.

“How long was I asleep for?” Kris asked, glancing around the room for a clock, but quickly giving up after a few moments. Noelle flicked her wrist up, checking the time.

“Umm… probably about an hour?” She said, inspecting her watch longingly. It was hard to see through the cracked glass frame. After Dess had returned, she offered to fix both the mechanism and the glass, but Noelle insisted on keeping the glass how it was. “Sentimental value” was her reasoning.

“Mmm” Kris mumbled. They were still groggy from waking up, but they were instantly sobered from the feeling of Noelle’s furred hand dusting their thighs. Kris scooted back enough to prop their back against the headboard of the bed, their elbows supporting them.

Noelle crawled upwards to match the distance Kris had accidentally put between them, leaning in for a kiss. Noelle took one of her hands, cupping Kris’ cheek as she placed her lips upon theirs, letting out a quiet hum of appreciation.

Her other hand, still lingering below the waist line, was slowly making its way inwards, curiously rubbing against Kris’ leg, watching for a reaction. Finally receiving her intended reaction from Kris, their legs shuffled lightly as they gasped into Noelle’s mouth.

Squeezing her two main fingers together, she relished in Kris’ heavy breaths and light shivers. Usually, they would mess around for a good amount of time, working each other up. 

But today, Noelle had something special planned in mind, and it required unsheathing Kris as soon as possible.

They finally broke off of their kiss, a line of each other still connected, hanging limply in the empty space between them. As Kris wiped their lips with the back of their sleeve, the hand on Kris’ face left to join its sister down under.

Her hands clambered against their belt buckle, still clumsy and inexperienced. If things went right here, it would’ve been only around the eighth time they’ve done this together. Kris bunched up Noelle’s sheets in their fists in anticipation.

“R-Really? Already?” Kris said, questionably. They had figured there would be a lot more preparation involved.

“Trust me on this.” Noelle said back, finally unclipping their belt and pulling it out of the pant loops, discarding it off to the side. Kris’ mouth parted as they turned their head to the side to blow some heavy steam.

Finally, Noelle grabbed at the sides of Kris’ pants, tugging them down with a couple quick pulls. Now hanging limply around Kris’ ankles, Noelle moved to pull down its successor. Now bare from the waist ‘til their ankles, Kris’ shaft hung at half mast.

Embarrassed, Kris covered their mouth up. Usually whatever fooling around before the main event would be more than enough to get Kris ready, but Noelle was speedrunning this. To their relief, and pleasure, Noelle didn’t say anything and opted to just wrap her dainty fingers around them.

They gasped at the touch, her fingers cold to the touch. The Holiday home had always been cold for no particular reason. As her fingers worked smoothly, lightly bunching up the pressure as she stroked to their tip and releasing some as she rubbed back down towards the base.

Kris made the first of their small noises. It was akin to a hiccup, their breath catching in their throat and making them turn red a little more. Noelle bent her whole body down, now laying stomach first and facing Kris’ fully erect cock.

As she pumped her fist rhythmically, she blew short, hot breaths onto their length. Each one made it twitch from between her fingers, and made its owner gasp in pleasure. Leaning down, puckering her lips, she kissed lightly on their scrotum.

They let a raw moan slip out from underneath them. As she continued to work her hand diligently, she mouthed one of Kris’ jewels completely, letting her tongue thoughtlessly rub against it.

Even with their sleeve covering their mouth, the string of muffled whines and moans coming from Kris were still audible. Noelle released them from her mouth, giving them one last full pump, watching as a small bead of pre-cum dripped out of their tip.

Kris whined softly, their pleasure draining from their body quickly. Noelle took her hand off their cock, instead using both of them to support her head up, looking at Kris with a smile.

“W-What? What is this?” Kris asked, their voice fast and hushed. Noelle giggled, but it sounded much more maniacal than normal.

“Nothing Kris, what do you mean?” She responded, turning her head quizzically. Underneath her fake layer of confusion was a Noelle who knew exactly what she was doing. The idea had come from a fan-fiction she had read, and so far it seemed to be working exactly how she wanted it to.

Noelle waited a moment for Kris’ guard to go down before sticking her tongue out, drawing a long line from the base of their cock to the tip. As her rough tongue passed their ventral, she flicked her tongue a little bit, adding onto the pleasure.

Kris moaned unceremoniously, their hands gripping the sheets tighter. Noelle started back up again, licking from the base to the tip. Occasionally, she would stop and turn her head sideways, antlers bumping against Kris’ leg as she kissed along their shaft.

As much as they hated to admit it, they could feel their finish line fast approaching. It didn’t help just how pretty Noelle looked next to them, her golden hazel eyes darting between their face and their cock, gauging their reactions.

Kris’ hips bucked a little as they moaned out again. 

“Nhah— Noelle… I think I’m—” 

Before they could even finish their sentence, Noelle removed her lips off of their cock, going back to leaning atop her palms. Her legs couldn’t help but kick back and forth a little, taking in the sweet sight of Kris fighting their emotions.

They whined, louder than they had wanted, and pressed the heel of their palm into their forehead. They were so close, Noelle had to know what she was doing.

“I… I don’t— What is— Why…” Kris stammered out, still heartily flustered and confused. Their cheeks were radiating heat, and their head was hammering. They felt the bed's weight shift as Noelle crawled up to Kris, cupping their face in her hands.

She brought their head in and kissed them. Her fingers roamed their head, brushing through their hair, feeling their neck and shoulders. As she felt all over their body, she shifted her waist, pinning Kris’ sex in an awkward position.

It laid flat against Kris’ stomach as her own sex pushed it down from the other side. Even through her underwear, Kris could feel the wetness leaking from her cunt. As she kissed them more, taking a few beats to bite at their lip and making them whine, she started to grind her hips, rubbing her covered cunt up and down the underside of Kris’ length.

Kris bit down hard on their bottom lip. Even trying to suppress the faintest of noises was becoming a challenge. Their hands moved to scrape at the headboard, trying to find any grip to assist them. 

They tried to find some support and grind up into Noelle’s body, trying to reach their climax finally. Noelle had her hands on her own face, lost in the pleasure of Kris’ shaft rubbing tentatively against her sex, hitting her clit in just the right places.

Noelle’s spine faltered, making her buckle over and push against Kris’ shoulders for support. She could feel her own juices running down her thighs, leaking down onto Kris’ bare legs. Her thighs tightened their grip around Kris’ waist as she grinded harder into them.

“K-Kris— o-oh my… Annhh— haah” 

Feeling the prodding of Kris’ swollen tip against her clit was overwhelming, making her squeak out small praises and moans. Kris was working their way back up, the growing pleasure deepening their face another shade.

Quickly, Noelle cried out and hugged Kris tightly, holding on as she came. Her moan slowly faltered, turning ragged and heavy as she rode through her climax and into her afterglow. Kris wasn’t far behind her, their breathing stopping each time they bucked up into her body.

They were right there, petering over the edge. Kris could feel the surge as their hips started to spasm, their rhythmic bucking turning into something barbaric and needy. They moaned unabashedly, tuning out all sources except for the high-inducing feeling of rubbing their sex against Noelle’s…

Until Noelle dismounted Kris, flopping onto her side next to them. They were at the end of their rope. It felt like torture almost, getting right at the edge of their climax before it getting ripped away from them in an instant. 

Whining, their hands went for their sex. They didn’t even care if it wasn’t Noelle finishing them off, they had to find some sort of end to this pleasure inducing torment. 

But Noelle’s hands caught theirs, pinning their arms to their sides. Kris cried out in anguish, bucking their hips into the air, searching for some invisible friction. Noelle grinned watching Kris trash around, but her smile quickly faded seeing tears drop from Kris’ eyes.

“I-I d-don’t u-understand… Did I d-do something t-to annoy you? M-Make you mad? H-Hurt you? I’m s-sorry— please, I-I’m sorry…”

Hot tears streamed down Kris’ face, staining their cheeks sticky and darkening the color of their sweater collar. Noelle quickly let go of Kris’ arms, but they didn’t take any initiative to move. Noelle, watching Kris slowly break down, quickly grabbed them, pulling them in a hug.

“No! Nonononono, I’m so sorry!” Noelle started.

“I just— I read somewhere that… orgasm denial… that it felt good… I’m really sorry, I just wanted to make you feel good…”

“S-So… you a-aren’t mad at m-me?” Kris managed to whisper out, holding on tightly to Noelle like she would disappear.

“No, oh god no, I’m not.” Noelle whispered back, holding Kris back.

They sat in silence for a little while, calming down their emotions. After a minute, Noelle peeled herself off Kris, looking lovingly into their eyes. She cupped Kris’ face, wiping their tears away and smiling at them. They weakly smiled back.

“I don’t, I’m sorry.” She finished her sentence by placing a few more kisses on Kris’ face, lips, neck. Kris sighed out a breath they didn’t know they were holding in. 

“Alright… how about I finish this off?” Noelle quipped, lightly grabbing at Kris’ sex. Kris shuddered, and even with Noelle’s confirmation, they were still nervous about another belated ending to their pleasure.

Noelle, however, was determined to make Kris cum for real. Partially out of guilt, but also a little bit out of anticipation. Edging… or whatever she was doing to them supposedly made their climaxes way harder and more rewarding. She was doing all of this for Kris in the first place after all…

Noelle shuffled down the bed, crouching down to come face to face with their swollen length, multiple strings of pre-cum leaking out of their tip. Even her lightly grabbing their base to steady them was enough for another twitch, domino effecting another bead of pre-cum out of them.

Grinning, she was ready.

Parting her lips, she blew a small, teasing breath on them. She just as quickly enveloped the tip, not content on teasing them any further than she had already done. Pushing Kris’ length into her mouth, the sheen of pre-cum slathering their tip hit her tongue.

When they first started, it used to throw her off, but like many people said, it was an acquired taste. Now? She couldn’t wait to milk the real stuff out of them. Taking more of them in, she coughed roughly as the tip of their cock tapped the back of her throat.

Fully hilted inside of Noelle, Kris was thoughtless. The constant highs and lows of Noelle’s experiment had thrown off their sense of… well… anything. Their mind turned into a pure blank void, only capable of receiving pleasure and mumbling out incomprehensible pleas and praises.

“P-Please… N-ahn— Noelle, p-please…”

Hearing Kris’ begs, Noelle sped up her pace, bobbing back and forth on Kris’ cock. As she moved diligently, coating Kris’ shaft in a sticky layer of saliva, her tongue worked on pleasuring the underside of their length.

Kris’ hands reached up above them to grip the top of the headrest, holding on as they gritted their teeth, rutting their cock up into Noelle’s mouth. Their pent up anger and pleasure boiled over as they unceremoniously mouth-fucked Noelle.

Noelle’s hand squeezed Kris’ thigh, their universal sign for “I’m ready”. Getting their confirmation, Kris made one last effort and slammed their hips up, letting out a guttural moan as they finally unfurled, letting loose into Noelle.

She braced as the first spurts of Kris entered her mouth, coating everything inside in a thick film of semen. Noelle savored as each rope of cum coated her tongue and teeth, tasting the mix of musk, Kris, and cinnamon. 

Noelle started to grow nervous as Kris didn’t stop, more lines of cum shooting down her throat. Taking in a deep breath, she swallowed the first of the cum to allow room for more. After a few more seconds, and some weak thrusts, Kris was finally completely empty. 

Noelle slowly pulled her mouth off of Kris’ cock, leaving behind a mix of pre-cum, cum, and saliva coating them. She had to bring her hand to her mouth, catching the few stray drops of Kris that dribbled out of her mouth.

Looking up at Kris, she watched as they collapsed, exhausted. Swallowing back the rest of Kris, she crawled up to them, also collapsing on top of their body. 

Kris smiled dopey, bringing Noelle into a hug. Planting a small kiss on her forehead, they spoke hushed.

“It… it was good. But please tell me before you do that again…”

“Of course.” Noelle responded, trying to sound stoic, but some of her excitement broke through. That was the most pent up, angry, embarrassed, and pleasured she'd ever seen Kris in. And she couldn’t help but want to see them like that again.

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It was a brisk walk back home for Kris, the October air wafting around their skin, making them shiver. Kris pulled the coat around them tighter, trying to block out the harsh winds. It was late, probably around eight o’clock as Kris was walking home from the lake.

They had been doing their usual, hanging out with Susie before she’d been called home. Kris was now taking the short trek alone. It felt weird how urgent Susie had been to leave, and when Kris offered to walk back to her home with her, she awkwardly denied. 

It was all in the back of their head now. Kris glanced to the left, seeing the ornate gate towards their girlfriend's house. They wondered if she was still awake, and they might’ve been able to tell if it wasn’t for the fact her house was obscured by some brush and trees.

As they passed the house, they blew a small kiss out in its direction. Slugging their backpack further up on their shoulders, they continued to walk. It was quiet. No distinct sound of the birds chirping, no noise of the usual flow of water from the nearby lake, not even crickets were speaking up.

Kris heard the crinkle of some leaves to their left. Turning their head quickly, nothing was there. Quickly picking up their pace, they started to make their way back up the road to their house, double-time. 

Another sound of a stick breaking, and Kris audibly gasped. They started to dart their eyes around, trying to find some resemblance of a shape or person near them. Turning their back, they heard the clambering of boots behind them, and before they could do anything, their vision went black.

Now blind from the cloth covering their head, they thrashed as the culprit lifted Kris off their feet, hoisting them across their shoulder and lugging them into the forest. Kris struggled, but whoever had gotten them had an iron tight grip, stopping them from doing anything.

Kris turned to the only thing they had left, their mouth. Not used to raising their voice above a small whisper, the first scream came out ragged and gritty. Their captivator picked up their feet, running quicker and deeper into the forest. 

After a couple minutes, and a few more coarse screams, Kris’ voice fell apart. The captivator was heard panting deeply, slowing their pace as they reached a destination. Kris’ arms were still locked tight to their sides, pinned by the oppressors grip.

They felt their feet hit the ground, and their back press up against the rough bark of a tree. Their arms were released for a moment, before being gripped and pulled around the tree. They struggled, trying to pull their hands back, but whoever this was, was strong.

Another set of hands produced a rope, binding each of Kris’ wrists and tying them together. As the pair of strong arms let go, they struggled for a moment, but the bindings the softer hands had tied were strong enough to keep them in place.

Kris heard the crunch of leaves and two hushed voices, talking to each other. A heavyset pair of footsteps was heard walking away and eventually disappearing. The softer pair of steps walked back up to Kris, and they could feel their presence close to their face. 

Suddenly, the cloth across their face constricted as the figure pressed their face into Kris’. Kris felt the mold of their lips press against theirs. They struggled a little, trying to turn their head away, but the soft pair of hands kept their head in place.

The small piece of cloth separating them quickly dampened from their combined hot, heavy breaths. Kris’ heart jolted, feeling the figure's leg edge up, pressing into their groin. They clamped their teeth, suppressing a small whine. 

Kris felt as her— their soft hands started to grip at the hem of their sweater, making their way across their stomach and chest. As their knee pressed deeper into their crotch, and their lips pressed harder against their mouth, Kris let out a disingenuous moan.

The figures' hands grazed up their body, their fingers barely brushing up across their nipples. Kris shook out of reflex, taking in a sharp breath of air. It was getting harder to keep their breathing under control, and it wasn’t helping they could barely breathe through the combination of the cloth and the figure's lips.

Kris felt their lungs start to ache and burn, begging for some form of oxygen. The figure's hands wrapped around Kris’ torso, feeling their back and shoulders all around. Kris lifted their foot, still unsecure, and lightly tapped the base of the tree with their heel twice.

The figure released their lips off of Kris, finally allowing them to get a breath in. However, they continued to feel around Kris’ body as they let out heavy pants, refilling their lungs. Kris squirmed against their restraints, still woven tightly around their wrists.

What little sunlight that still beamed through the treeline, they saw the shadow of the figure disappear downwards. Immediately after, the distinct feeling of someone’s hand pressed up against their bulge.

Kris twitched, yelping as their arms unconsciously struggled, making the rope burn at their skin. They let out a greedy moan as the figure pressed their face up to their tent, mouthing softly at their length through their pants.

“F-Fuck…” They mumbled. The figure pinched them lightly on the thigh for their vulgar language.

The figure took their soft hands, fumbling as they undid Kris’ belt buckle. Kris thrashed, shaking their hips to try and delay the inevitable. As their belt came undone, the figure quickly dropped their pants and underwear.

Feeling their cock twitch in the cold breeze of the wind, they felt the figure's hand resting against their thigh tremble lightly. They whined as a hand wrapped around their shaft, furry and soft. The hand started to slowly stroke them, pulling more moans out of their mouth.

“P-Please… don’t do this…” Kris mumbled under their breath.

The hand hesitated for a moment, stopping. Kris stopped their pleading to cough lightly, bucking their hips slightly. She They mumbled a small apology before continuing to stroke Kris. Kris strained, pulling at their restraints as the pumping grew quicker.

The figure planted a kiss on the tip of Kris’ cock, making them whimper pathetically. Stuck, helpless and forgotten, Kris leaned their head back, basking in the sensation. The figure rose back up into view, planting kisses on Kris’ neck.

The deep strokes grew quicker, and more pressurized. Kris’ knees started to falter as they moaned needily, panting out and making the air inside the hood steamy. Kris bit at their lip, whining and pushing their hips against the figure's hand.

They leaned forward, taking a hand and pushing up the hood just enough to expose their mouth. The figure examined Kris’ lips, parted and moist as they licked their lips, looking for something to satisfy them. 

The figure leaned in, kissing Kris deeply. Kris could taste the hints of peppermint on their tongue as it pushed deeper into their mouth. They moaned as their tongue traced their teeth, and cheeks. 

Kris’ legs gave out as they slinked downward, hissing as the rope scratched against their wrists. They hung limply, mumbling out broken words as the hand picked up its pace, jerking Kris off haphazardly.

Whining, they bucked their hips up into the figure's hand, crying out as they came. Their voice went silent as the pleasure pierced their skull, making them go numb all over. Shooting out a few thick, white streams of cum onto the grass. 

Panting and relishing in their post-climax, clarity came washing over them as they heard how silent Noelle had been.

“You can… you can take the hood off…” Kris spoke, meekly.

They winced as the sunlight pierced their eyes, blinking a few times to gauge their surroundings. Noelle stood in front of them, smiling as she wiped her hands off on the grass below her. At their feet was their discharge, staining the grass.

They were in a remote part of the forest, far from Hometown. Noelle walked around the tree, untying the knot holding Kris in place. As their wrists were released from their binds, they rubbed at the minor rope burn on their wrists.

Noelle appeared next to them again, planting a small kiss on their cheek as they pulled their pants up.

“S-Sorry if that was weird for you… I know I suck for bringing this up to you…” Kris mumbled, but Noelle shushed them.

“No, Kris. I liked it, it’s just… new. And it sucked lying to Susie to get her help.”

Kris chuckled softly, tired from their exercise. “Yeah… if she knew what we actually needed her for, she’d kill us…” 

Noelle nuzzled her snout into Kris’ neck, kissing them softly. “I love you Kris. You and all your weird kinks~”

Kris blushed lightly. “Love you too, Elle’s” 

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It was another long day at school as usual, Kris knocked out on top of their desk and Susie was kicked back in her chair, mindlessly glancing around the room, trying to find some way to cure her boredom. The common solutions weren’t working anymore, throwing paper balls at Berdly, kicking the back of Kris’ chair in, random doodles in her noteless filled notebook.

Finally, the bell rang, releasing Susie from the confines of her desk. Standing up, she twisted her back a little, popping the small kinks in her spine before waltzing over to Kris’ desk, its occupant still passed out on top.

Susie tapped Kris lightly, trying to wake them up.

“Yo, Kris. Kris c’mon.” Tugging at their shirt, Kris barely stirred, groaning lightly before turning in their sleep. Sighing, Susie grabbed Kris by the body, lifting them up and slinging them over her shoulder like a bookbag. Kris finally decided to wake up.

“Why are you carrying me?” 

“ ‘Cause you didn’t wanna wake up.”

“I am now, you mind putting me down?” 

“Mmmm… No.”

Chuckling lightly, Kris relaxed, falling back asleep on Susie’s shoulder as she walked them out the building, both bookbags held firm in her other hand’s grip. It was a short walk, with the exception of a few weird glances from people seeing Susie with an unconscious Kris slung atop her shoulder.

Reaching the lake, Susie chucked Kris off her shoulder and onto the floor. Landing with a small thud, Kris awoke again, dusting their pants off and standing up.

“You’re welcome, sleeping beauty.” Susie quipped, grinning as she threw their backpacks off to the side. Walking up to the small sandbank of the lake, she fished around on the ground for a suitable rock. Finding one, she cranked her arm back, launching the rock out into the water, skipping it to minimal success.

Kris covered their mouth, suppressing a laugh as Susie’s face turned bitter, searching for another rock. 

“Yeah, keep laughing asshole. How about you try it?” She responded, underhanding the rock over to Kris. They caught it and immediately slung it forward, skipping it multiple times across the lake’s surface. This made their muffled laugh grow even louder.

“Ugh, nobody likes a showoff!” Susie said, trying to sound annoyed, but she was grinning shyly. She couldn’t really help it, anything the small human did made her either laugh or smile. If you went back in time a few weeks and told Susie the same human she’d been relentlessly bullying would become her best friend, she would’ve probably punched you and called you a freak.

Now? She couldn’t help but spend her time with Kris everyday. It wasn’t like she had anything better to do, but she had a feeling that if she did, she’d want to spend her time with Kris anyways. 

Everything about them threw her for a loop, twisting every mental image she had about herself on its head. She thought she was tough, and stoic? Kris brought out her smile, and her laugh. She thought she was weak, and not worthy of being in this prophecy? Kris showed her how much she mattered to their team.

Susie thought she was unlovable, and incapable of ever having a friend? Kris stuck by her side, even after everything she’d done to them. It still hung over her head everyday, even after all the times she’d already brought it up to them and they dismissed any rumor of them disliking her, her own thoughts and doubts never let her relax.

Following Kris, she plopped down on the floor, looking out at the lake. Turning her head, she watched as they leaned back, calmly observing nature’s calls. The singing birds, the calm splashes of the water, the cool breeze of the wind that pushed their hair back to reveal their crimson eyes.

How did they manage to be so… calm. All the time, it looked like nothing ever bothered them in the slightest. Kris was the person Susie always wanted to be. A good family, friends, nothing bothering them. It made her envious, and that's why she’d bully them.

Now that they were friends, she noticed her demeanor changed. She stopped wanting to be them, and wanted to be with them. All the time, she was happier when they were around. Wasn’t this the baseline definition of… well, love?

How could she ever bring it up? Sure, Kris was seemingly contemptuous with being her friend after what she’d done, but they would never accept a love offering! 

Kris pulled their backpack from the side, zipping open a pocket. They shuffled around various items in their bag before producing two candy bars. Holding one in their right hand, they held the other in their left and offered it to Susie. 

She blushed lightly, grinning and thanking them. But as she reached to grab it, Kris flicked their wrist back, pulling it out of her grasp. Susie’s eyes narrowed, she knew where this was going. 

Lunging a little more quickly, she just barely touched the wrapper before Kris swerved out of the way, standing to their feet at the same time. They had a shit-eating grin plastered over their face, almost egging her on.

Standing up, she dusted her jeans off and curled her fists. Raising one, she pointed it at Kris.

“Don’t think I won’t get that from you, try me Kris.”

“I think this is me trying you, Susie. Come get some.” Kris said, fully laughing now. 

Dashing forward, her talon barely swiped the bar, giving it a gash before Kris side-stepped her, running backwards and into the treeline. Booking it after them, Susie entered the brush, just a few feet behind them.

Slowly gaining, she used a small stump to propel herself forward, tacking Kris. Wrapped against them, they fell to the ground as well. They both grunted as they rolled across the floor like a freshly cut log, tumbling across the forest floor.

They hit a tree, stopping their momentum. Susie was atop of Kris, now pinning their shoulders down and straddling their waist. Kris, too stunned to realize, had left the bars vulnerable, holding them in front of their chest. 

Susie leaned down, chomping down on Kris’ hand holding her bar. Gulping it back, she ate the bar in one bite, wrapper in all. Grinning, she had won the small tussle, but her grin faded, tasting an odd metal flavor in her mouth. 

Looking down, Kris’ hand had a few small puncture marks dotted around their hand, obviously from her teeth. All the small marks slowly started to leak blood. Looking at Kris’ expression, their face was flush with embarrassment. But it wasn’t just embarrassment… they had been lightly biting their bottom lip and their eyes…

Susie’s eyes grew wide, realizing how it looked for her to be straddling Kris, pinning them down to the floor. Gasping, she quickly stood up, wiping her mouth off on her sleeve. Kris snapped out of their thought-filled daze and also stood up, their face a deep shade of red. 

Walking up to Kris, she grabbed their injured hand, bringing it up to her face and inspecting it.

“Shit dude… I didn’t— I wasn’t— I was just trying to play around!” 

Looking up at Kris’ face, their eyes were lidded a little bit, and their mouth was twisted in contemplation. To Susie, it looked like they were mad. Kris’ other hand twitched, and they dropped the remaining bar to the ground. Before Susie could react, Kris’ hands lightly cupped her cheeks as they…

What the fuck?! 

It was the only words running through Susie’s mind as Kris pulled her in for a kiss, their lips mashing awkwardly together. It was clumsy, and inexperienced, but Susie couldn’t help but relish in the feeling of Kris’ lips as they needily mashed against hers, chasing their hidden  feelings.

Breaking off from the kiss, Kris’s face was stoic, but their eyes were filled with pure bliss. Susie must’ve been making a very concerning look, as Kris’ eyes quickly turned to fear. Before Susie could say anything, Kris was dashing back out of the forest, running as quickly as they could.

Susie, still in shock, tripped over her own feet, shooting her chances at catching them. By the time she left the brush and back out onto the dirt path, Kris was nowhere to be seen. Taking in a few shaky breaths, Susie tried to settle her racing mind, and heartbeat.

Kris just… kissed me? After I hurt them? What is going on?! Do they feel the same way I do, or did they just do that for me? Wait, they don’t know how I feel, why would they do it for me! WAIT, do they know how I feel about them? Oh my god… what do I do.

Susie went and sat at the nearby picnic table, holding her head in her hands.

It had been a couple hours since what happened. Kris forgo grabbing their bag before leaving hastily, so Susie now had to deliver it back to them. In the few hours between then and now, it was filled with questions with unending answers, and multiple texts that never ended up being sent. 

Swallowing her fears and dignity, Susie was now standing in front of Kris’ house, her backpack slung over her shoulder and Kris’ handing from her grip. She knocked on the door, waiting for someone to answer.

It didn’t seem like Toriel was home, her car was missing and she was most likely still at the school. After a couple of minutes of no answer, Susie tried the doorknob. It was unlocked, and she, reluctantly, invited herself in.

She dropped her own bag at the door, shutting it behind her. As she walked towards the stairs, she glanced around, looking at various things around the house. The bathroom door was ajar, and peering inside for a moment, the medicine cabinet was open, a first aid box sitting open on the sink.

A twinge of guilt shot through her heart as she made her way up the stairs. Getting to their door, she knocked softly on the door.

“Kris? You there dude? It’s Susie.” 

There was no response except for the quiet shuffling of bedsheets. Opening the door, Kris was laying on their bed, bandaged hand sitting in front of them as they looked at it. Looking up from their hand, they must’ve not heard Susie knock or talk as they yipped in surprise.

“S-Susie? What are you doing here?”

“I mean, you ran off without your bag…” 

Kris nodded, their body still rigid and stiff. It looked like Kris was ready to run away again, but with Susie still in the doorway, unless they wanted to break their legs jumping out the window, they had nowhere to go.

“T-Thanks…” They responded, walking over and taking the bag from Susie. They turned around and placed it on the floor. Susie watched Kris with their back turned. They were blankly staring down at their bag.

Kris’ body started to shake a little as their hand rubbed their arm up and down, nervously. Susie walked up slowly to Kris and lightly placed a hand on their shoulder. Immediately, like a bomb being set off, Kris twisted their body and pushed Susie’s hand off.

“S-Susie, you shouldn’t be friends with me.”

“W-What? Why?” 

“I… I’m a freak! Everyday I sit next to you acting like I’m not! I don’t understand why but I just can’t quit thinking about you for more than a couple seconds at a time. I shouldn’t have kissed you like that, I just… it got to me and I couldn’t help it.”

Susie’s jaw hung open limply, trying to figure out just how serious Kris was being. The expression on their face told Susie exactly how serious they were.

“I mean, you bit me right? On accident, I know, but someone should be mad about that, right? All I could think about is how I wanted you to do it again. I’m—” Kris’ voice caught in their throat, they were struggling to speak at this point, small tears welling up in their eyes.

“I think I love you, man…” They finally choked out. 

Susie didn’t know what to say. She stared blankly at Kris, trying to figure out what to say. They *love* me? Susie’s mind couldn’t stop pacing with thoughts, but she realized the tension and urgency in the room. She had to say something.

“Y-You want me to do it again?”

SUSIE?! You could’ve said anything else?! After mentally slapping herself across the face for her stupidity, her body decided to react on its own accord, also acting stupidly. 

Without thinking, she leaned forward and pressed her face up against Kris’. She was horribly inexperienced, Kris being her first kiss just a few hours ago, and she barely participated in it. However, she was determined to make this one decent, at least.

Her hands grabbed at Kris’ arms, trying to find any place to put them. Kris gasped into the kiss, but quickly closed their eyes and fell deep into it. Their lips fumbled around, trying to map out each other's features. Kris bit at Susie’s bottom lip as they pulled apart, causing it to make a small noise as it snapped back against Susie’s face. 

They both stared wide-eyed at each other, processing what just happened. 

“S-Susie?” 

“Y-Yeah…”

“Did you just say… you want me to do it again?” 

Susie took a deep breath, ready to try and defend herself, but being honest with herself, she knew exactly what she was saying. “Yeah…”

Before she knew it, this small, scrawny human had somehow manhandled her onto their bed, Kris on top of her, pinning her head between their hands. She gulped nervously, waiting for Kris to say something.

“P-Please… please do it again…”

F-Fuck. The way Kris had said it sent Susie reeling, swallowing the growing, twisting feeling in her lower body. 

“W-Where?” Susie whispered out. She saw a wave of euphoria across Kris’ as the muscles in their face relaxed.

“Anywhere… please, just mark me.” 

Susie bit her lip, hard. Just a few minutes ago, she was questioning every feeling she’d ever had about Kris. Now? They were practically begging Susie to bite them? Mark them? It should’ve made her grossed out, but her body was salivating at the thought of it.

Parting her lips, she breathed in shakily as her jaw opened just a little. Taking one of Kris’ hands, which was still planted next to her head, she carefully brought it close to her mouth. She put it in her jaw and clamped down, albeit softly.

Kris whimpered from the feeling, and Susie was about to stop when she heard Kris’ voice.

“Harder… please.”

They sounded so hushed, so vulnerable, needy, desperate. It made Susie’s stomach flutter in ways she couldn’t describe. She bit down harder, and Kris stifled a mixed noise, between a yelp of pain and… a moan?

That familiar taste of blood trickled against her lips and tongue as she looked at Kris, dumbfounded. They looked embarrassed, but they continued to make small, muffled whines. Taking Kris’ hand out of her mouth, there was a new set of small markings, only about the size of pencil dots, leaking out miniscule amounts of blood.

“Again… somewhere else… please…” 

Before Susie could, she caught a glimpse of something in her eye. Looking down at their legs, she saw the protrusion of a tent in Kris’ pants. Kris noticed her surprise and their face instantly became plastered with shame.

“Fuck… I’m sorry, I just—”

“S-Shut up…” 

“... okay.” 

Susie didn’t know what she was doing, all she knew is Kris was her best friend, and best friends make each other feel good, right? And what was better than… well… this?

Shuffling around on the bed, Susie ended up with her back against the wall and Kris in her lap, their back pressed up against her flat chest. They were shivering, their quiet shaky breaths sending Susie’s mind wild.

Susie bent her head down, biting on Kris’ shoulder. They gasped loudly, their mouth opening, but not producing any noise. Susie’s hands worked blindly, trying to fumble with Kris’ pants. After a moment, she felt Kris’ hands join her, helping her shuffle their pants down to their ankles.

She chuckled deeply through her jaw-ful of Kris’ shoulder. They want this so badly, huh? 

With their clothes finally down at their ankles, Susie allowed herself to look. She’d only ever seen them in videos, but seeing Kris’ erect cock, twitching with each subtle breath she took, it made her giddy.

Tracing one of her hands up Kris’ front, she felt around the front of their chest, feeling their stomach and pecs. Taking one of her talons, she pressed it a little into Kris’ chest, drawing a long line across their chest.

Kris’ breaths stuttered, growing broken as her other and moved downwards, wrapping tentatively around Kris’ cock. As Susie started to move her hand up and down, Kris’ soft breaths turned into quiet whimpers.

She watched in awe as a small bead of pre-cum leaked out of Kris’ tip. She kissed their neck, leaving small bites and tears at their skin as she worked her way around. Her fist pumped harder as her lengthy talons drew red lines across Kris’ chest.

Kris’ moans grew louder and more raw as their hips started to buck, trying to follow Susie’s motions. Susie could feel herself grow wetter at the scene in front of her. Never in a million years would she guess she’d be doing this with Kris, but she couldn’t help but be happy she was. She didn’t know this is what she wanted this whole time, but now that it was happening, she only wanted more.

Kris’ moans grew shorter, and higher in pitch. She took this as a clue they were close, and she started to pump her fist even harder. As her claws dug deeper into Kris’ flesh, her kisses grew deeper and more greedy. Kris turned their head, covering their face in Susie’s shoulder as one of their hands reached back, gripping onto Susie’s head for support.

They whimpered like a hurt dog as their moans became incessant. Finally, they pushed their hips as far up into Susie’s hand as they could, moaning out her name unabashedly. 

“Fu— nhn- Susie, fuck…”

Kris unfurled, coming all over Susie’s hand and their bedspread, staining the sheets and their clothes, still around their ankles. Their small gasps of air echoed through the room as the last few ropes of cum leaked out, dribbling all over Susie’s hand.

Kris could feel the trickling of blood down their chest, and as Susie pulled her hand out of their sweater, they saw the tip of her talons dripping in blood.

They sat in silence, taking in both the scene in front of them, and trying to understand what really just happened. It was so quick, neither member of the party had time to process everything until now.

Quietly, Susie whispered into Kris’ ear.

“I forgot to say… I love you too, freak.”

Kris looked at their exposed body in the mirror, examining their chest and arms, tattered with bite and claw marks.

It was getting harder and harder to tell which ones were caused by them long ago, and which ones were caused by Susie, in their newfound bouts of love.

Kris couldn’t smile harder.

Chapter Text

“C’mon Kris! You can never just humor me for once!”

“Ugh… fine Noelle. It’s not going to work!” 

Noelle giggled and hugged Kris, thanking them. She’d always get hooked on these random topics for a few weeks at a time. Before hypnosis… it was astrology, then it was Cat Petterz 2, then Blood Crushers, and so on. Kris, of course, was always on the end of these, having to endure hours of talking and obsession.

They were fine with it, more than fine actually. Any time spent with Noelle was a blessing in their book, they just wished she chose something else than hypnosis. It was a fad, a ruse; everybody knows hypnosis isn’t real, just something used as a one-off joke in cartoons or… well, porn.

Noelle, who had left the room at some point, walked back in, holding a small black box around the size of a shoebox. Pulling the lid off, she grabbed a small pendulum connected to a silver chain. It looked like a pocketwatch, with a unique and “eye-catching” engraving on the front. Kris would’ve bet money that the website used those words.

Giddily, she took the small pendulum, wrapping the chain around her finger, reciting a small phrase to herself.

“Alright Noelle… thumb and index… 10 feet from their face…” 

Her face was tight with focus, making sure she did everything right. Kris felt an emotion akin to pity. She probably spent money on this useless junk, and she was going to be very disappointed when she found out it didn’t work. Then again, Kris would probably make fun of her for a minute, which always seemed to have an opposite effect, cheering her up.

Kris, who was sitting in her desk chair, folded their arms, waiting for her to start. She blew a few calming breaths in and out, brushing a loose strand of hair out of her face and behind her ear. Focusing on Kris, she got super close to them, making Kris choke a little and back up. 

Stepping backwards and counting to ten, she stood at full attention, making a full play while producing the pendant into full view, showing it off like she was a promotionist selling cheap jewelry to elderly people.

“Alright Kris! Are you ready? Last chance to back out~!” She said, singing her last syllable. Kris rolled their eyes, dropping their hands to their knees.

“Yeah, sure Noelle, don’t expect a refund when this doesn’t work.”

Noelle held her arm out, letting the pendulum drop and get snagged by the chain she still held firm. Slowly, she started to sway the pendant, slowly increasing the speed over time. 

“Alright Kris, just focus on the pendant and my voice, nothing else…”

Kris nodded, watching the pendant as it swayed back and forth. They tried to focus on the design which, to be honest, did look really good. It was a carved indentation of the Delta Rune with a bunch of thorns sprouting around it.

Noelle must’ve caught onto Kris’ intrigue to the pendant and mistook it for the first part of her “hypnosis” being complete. She couldn’t help but grow a greedy smile across her face.

“Kris… you should start to feel super, super sleepy… just focus on my soft, calm voice…”

Kris had to suppress cringing at that last part. Sure her voice was beautiful, but it was far from calm. She sounded like a Christmas fanatic who found out Santa really was real, her voice cracking in excitement. 

It puzzled Kris greatly. Why was she getting so hyped over some glorified party trick? What exactly was she planning on doing when Kris was supposedly hypnotized? Probably something gross… like eating dirt.

Kris chuckled at their inner monologue. Noelle’s smile beamed as she moved on.

“I’m going to ask you a few questions… answer as well as you can. What is your astral sign?”

Kris almost rolled their eyes. Maybe her astrology stage hadn’t died just yet.

“Cancer.” 

Noelle had forced them to take an astrology test. They were a Cancer, which was supposedly some bullshit about how they were “caring” and were afraid of losing friendships and relationships.

… yeah right…

“What is your favorite food?”

God… what is this questionnaire?

“Butterscotch-Cinnamon Pie.”

Her little booklet probably said that the hypnotee would be specific, so why not be specific? 

“Is it hot or cold in this room?” 

Well, cold obviously. The Holiday home was always freezing, you could leave a glass of chocolate milk out and it would turn to ice overnight. As much as they wished, this wasn’t an exaggeration. They really wanted that milk that night, which sucked.

“Cold.”

“Are you hypnotized?” 

Kris had to try extremely hard to not grin. If they were able to sell this, who knows how much they could torment Noelle over this in the future.

“Yes.”

Noelle giddy jumped around. Jesus, she really was testing their ability to not laugh. Wrapping the pendulum up and placing it back in the box, carefully (she probably thought it was extremely valuable now). 

“Okay… okay… calm down Noelle. I could? No… not just yet…”

Noelle had the tendency to think aloud when alone, and Kris’ acting skills must’ve really paid off for her to automatically assume she was in the clear.

“Um… Kris! Hand me my science notebook!” She shouted out, probably a little too loud.

As robotic as possible, Kris turned to their right stoically, grabbing her binder and lifting it to chest level. They probably looked like the player in a shitty retro game, with basic animations as they stood up, passing the notebook to Noelle.

Noelle beamed. She’d never seemed this happy before, and Kris might’ve been losing their mind, but they swore they saw something laced in her eyes. Something… malicious.

“Ah… Kris… take off your sweater and give it to me!” 

Kris swallowed back a nervous gulp. Noelle knew they didn’t like being bare chested around anyone, why would she want them now? It could’ve been morbid curiosity, but this was slowly turning to something different.

Again, robotically, they moved to pull off their sweater. Pulling it high above their head, they discarded it into Noelle’s hands. The way Noelle peered at their chest did not help with their feelings right about now.

Kris watched with focused eyes as Noelle inspected their sweater, lifting it up slightly and…

Taking a huge whiff of it.

Excuse me?

As Noelle lightly sniffed at the sweater, she would peer between it and Kris, looking at their body. It was getting harder to suppress any emotion to this. What were they supposed to do right now? They felt like stopping her, this was odd, but something about Noelle’s actions and demeanor made them morbily curious, wanting to explore this thread completely.

Noelle shifted uncomfortably, she looked conflicted.

“Cheese and crackers… should you really do this?” She quietly quipped to herself. Kris swallowed particularly hard. She walked up close to Kris, and they probably would’ve flinched if it wasn’t for the shock from what immediately proceeded right after.

Noelle spread her body, wrapping her arms tightly around Kris. Kris felt as her hands brushed over their back, feeling the small divot where their spine was. She wove her snout into Kris’ neck, smelling needily at their skin and hair.

Breaking off from their neck, she stared deeply into Kris’ eyes, panting heavily. Kris could tell, something wasn’t right.

“K-Kris… kiss me…”

Noelle. What the fuck?

Despite their inner voice, Kris had that deep feeling tugging at them. They really didn’t want to indulge this even further, but they really wanted to kiss Noelle.

Leaning in, Kris planted their lips upon Noelle’s, looking for a quick little peck, like you did as kids. But as their lips connected, Noelle’s hands cupped Kris’ face, deepening the kiss much more than Kris initially intended. 

Their hands shot up, inches from Noelle’s back to pull her off, but they stopped. If they stopped her, the jig was up. They could let her kiss them for a little longer, right?

Noelle smacked against Kris needily, their teeth clacking together as Noelle gasped repeatedly into the kiss. Before Kris knew it, they were walking backwards from Noelle pushing them. They felt their weight shift in the air before their back hit her mattress. 

As Noelle broke off from the kiss, she looked down upon Kris with heavily, half-lidded eyes. Her arms were pinning Kris’ shoulders against the mattress and her legs were straddling Kris’ waist. They were definitely making a face now, it was undeniable, but Noelle hadn’t noticed, too far up in her own thoughts and desires.

Her face was twisted, deep with some form of shame. Her eyes darted across Kris’ features, almost hyping herself up for what she was about to do. Quietly, with a hushed breath, she whispered softly to Kris.

“I’m sorry… I know you can’t hear me, but I’m sorry. I know you don’t like me back, I just need this, just one time. Please forgive me…”

Before Kris could fully process her words, she was crawling backwards, coming face to face with their pants. Her hands lifted up, fumbling with the zipper of Kris’ pants.

F-Fuck?! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuc—

They wanted to move, do something, stop this from going too far. But something held their body back. It was like they were truly hypnotised, just by their own mind.

I want this, don’t I? I want her to do this to me. To use me. Why does she have to do this when I'm “hypnotised”? Why couldn’t she just ask me? What does she mean by “I don’t like you back”? I do—

Before Kris’ thoughts could continue to run amok, a cold washed over their lower body as their pants were shimmied down to their ankles. They bit at their bottom lip, suppressing the urge to make an inappropriate noise.

They failed, whining quietly as she tugged down their boxers, exposing their half erect cock. Their earlier bout of kissing must’ve worked Kris up a little bit. They shook as Noelle wrapped her hand around their cock.

Carefully she gave Kris a few small strokes, watching in awe as a bead of pre-cum leaked out of their tip.

“O-Oh god… oh my god…” 

The left corner of her lip twitched and curled lightly. Kris felt something cold touch their lower leg and… Noelle was touching herself currently. S-Shit.

Her fingers passed over her wettened cunt, passing across her folds, making her shiver and moan. Her grip on Kris’ length tightened as she pumped a little harder, watching giddily as she felt their cock harder further under her.

Bringing her mouth down, she kissed on top of Kris’ tip, suckling at the few beads of cum leaking out. Her tongue lapped at her lips, cleaning her face as she tasted Kris. It was salty, and slightly bitter, but it was Kris. It felt like Kris, tasted like Kris, this was Kris.

She bit her tongue as her finger rubbed over her clit, making her vibrate a little bit. Leaning down, she parted her lips and took in the tip of Kris’ cock, moaning in an ecstasy filled haze. Kris tilted their head back, moaning quietly from behind their hand. 

As Noelle took in more of Kris, she slid a digit into her begging sex. She hummed in glee as she faithfully pounded at her cunt with her finger, adding another finger after a minute.

Eventually, Kris was fully hilted inside Noelle. She gagged from the tip of Kris’ cock brushing against the back of her throat, making her cough and spewing spit all over Kris’ member. She giggled, which Kris could feel in their cock. 

God… that’s weird and fucking hot.

Noelle bobbed her head up and down, closing her eyes to bask in the sensation. Luckily, as Kris was very clearly not hypnotised, with their mouth biting down on their hand to not make noise.

“Mphn— Kwris…” Noelle moaned out through her mouthful of Kris. Kris gritted their teeth as the remark made them twitch out another line of pre-cum, Noelle instantly swallowing down.

Noelle continued to work dutifully on both Kris’ cock and her own pussy, now leaking and staining her bedsheets. Noelle’s free hand, which was placed on Kris’ thigh, squeezed hard. Her moans grew higher in pitch and frequency, and now that Kris’ cock was sufficiently lubed up, the pace she was going at was building Kris up, fast.

Her mouth puckered and tightened around Kris’ shaft, making them whimper. Their thighs spasmed out as they involuntarily bucked their hips up, making Noelle gag. It only worked to fuel the fire in her stomach.

Oh my… am I really doing this? Gagging and slobbering all over my best friend's cock, when they aren’t even in control? This is… this is wrong. 

But I can’t stop now…

Noelle worked her mouth with diligence, making Kris grip the bedsheets hard. After a particularly deep thrust of her mouth, Kris moaned quietly. 

“N— hnn… Noelle.”

As their voice quivered, they whined and came. They spurted out thick globs of cum, filling Noelle’s mouth. Noelle, who had been thumbing at her clit this whole time, moaned at the feeling of Kris filling her mouth, discharging all over her bed.

Kris, finally emptying their load into Noelle’s mouth, relaxed their muscles, falling back on the bed. Noelle carefully pulled her mouth off of Kris. Now out of her daze, she looked between Kris and their cock, then her body, and then underneath her, where she had came.

Her face soured as a small drop of cum dribbled out of her mouth. Holding a hand up to her mouth, Kris watched as tears started to well in her eyes. She quickly dashed off the bed, rushing to the door and walking out.

Kris, more concerned about Noelle, forgone cleaning themself before pulling their pants and underwear up. They left her room after grabbing their sweater, which had been discarded long ago and putting it on, following her quietly as she ran into the bathroom.

Peering through the doorframe, they watched as she reeled, throwing up Kris’ cum and her lunch into the toilet. After clearing her stomach, she cried softly on the floor, curled up into a ball.

“W-Why? Why would you do it… you can’t take that back— it’s just…”

Looking up, her face turned mortified seeing Kris standing above her. She watched in horror as Kris walked over to the toilet, closing the lid and sitting on top. They folded their hands together, looking at Noelle.

“I… I was never hypnotized.” 

[TWO WEEKS LATER]

“Hey Noelle, you remember when you thought you hypnotized me and ended up sucking me off?”

“... what do you want me to do?”

Kris chuckled, “Eat that dirt.”

Chapter Text

Movie night with Noelle… again.

Kris wasn’t complaining, spending time with Noelle again after so long was a blessing they didn’t know they needed, but movie nights were the worst. Sometimes they would go fine, usually whenever Noelle picked out a horror movie.

Noelle had a tendency to get extremely hyped over horror movies, for good reason too. Not only were they fun to watch and analyze, it was one of the many things she shared with Dess before her disappearance.

But on the nights where they weren’t watching a horror movie? 

Noelle also had a different tendency. She was a crybaby. Nothing wrong with that in Kris’ eyes, people have different emotional responses to everything in this world; for example, Kris’ reaction is to stay stoic. Always.

The problem however, with Noelle being an emotional wreck, is that Kris might’ve picked up a trait from it. Kris loved Noelle, it wasn’t hard to tell, but somehow nobody had noticed. They would become a sweaty, stuttering mess around her all their life, which every summed up to just… “normal Kris”. Kris always found Noelle pretty, and beautiful. They believed she was the most beautiful thing in the world, even when she was crying. 

And that’s where it had started. Somehow, someway… Noelle had unintentionally conditioned Kris into becoming a blushing, flustered mess whenever she cried. It’s been this way for years now, Kris couldn’t tell you when it started, but they can tell you how much it has fucked their life over.

The worst instance was when Rudy was admitted into the hospital. Noelle needed someone, she needed Kris. They should’ve been there for her, to comfort her when Dess couldn’t. How would her older sister feel? How would she react knowing Kris couldn’t comfort Noelle in a time of need because they would get aroused by the sight of her crying?

… I’m a goddamn creep.

“W-What did you say Kris?”

Kris, having said the quiet part out loud, instantly refocused on reality. 

“Hmm? Sorry, I didn’t say anything…”

“Oh…” Noelle responded solemnly, wiping her eyes. They were in the middle of a particularly sad part of the movie, which was making everything worse for Kris. Kris shifted uncomfortably under the blanket. As their focus started to drift further from the movie and more towards Noelle, their mind started to run amok. 

They imagined her on her knees in front of them as they lightly touched her chin, tilting her head up. They would slowly pull out their cock, laying it on her tongue, relishing in the pleasure of her hot mouth engulfing their shaft. Each slow stroke of their cock pushing more tears out of her eyes, her making stifled little whines under them and—

JESUS FUCK. Please stop thinking, please don’t make me think—

And they would take their thumb, wiping the tears from her eyes. They would take their tear soaked finger, tasting the salty tones of her cries.

Pleasepleasepleasestopthinkingpleasepleaseplease

Each pump of their hips into her mouth would make her vocalize, calling out Kris’ name. Kris would hold her hands, softly but firmly, letting her know they were always there for her. Every blink of Noelle’s eyes would pour out another tear, staining her face’s fur a darker shade—

“K-Kris?”

Kris gasped, jumping in their seat. Noelle was staring at them, making a concerned face.

“You were… you were making some weird noises…” 

“I’M FINE!” Kris blurted out, much louder than they should’ve. They would’ve gotten up and left the room, but there was another small, itty bitty problem. Noelle had her legs on top of Kris’. They were in the clear for now, but if she were to move her legs at all, she would immediately feel the result of Kris’ daydream.

Kris shifted on top of the couch, moving the blankets around. They tried to make it less obvious, but no matter what they did, it was painfully obvious. Noelle caught Kris’ incessant shuffling, and she moved to take her legs off of theirs. Her foot touched something and Kris grunted, after which, their face immediately turned a full shade of red.

“Kris?”

It was a couple minutes of frantic apologies, half-assed explanations, and confusion. Kris was horrified, and was gladly ready to leave her house, but Noelle didn’t want Kris to go; she’d much rather hear their explanation.

Noelle quietly sat, listening to Kris explain how “It wasn’t their fault, it was just how their mind worked for some reason.”. Kris was attracted to… tears. More specifically, her tears. More importantly, Kris was attracted to her.

They were on their knees on top of the couch, hovering close to Noelle, trying to frantically explain themself. Noelle reached over and tugged their collar, making them yelp in surprise. Pulling them down towards her, their lips connected as Noelle’s back hit the couch. 

The top of her back was propped against the armrest, and Kris’ right hand was next to her head on said cushion, stopping themself from falling completely on top of her. They feel deep into the kiss, their free hand finding its place, intertwined with Noelle’s hand.

Breaking off the kiss, Kris was left speechless. They stammered, trying to find some semblance of a sentence to tell Noelle. Noelle kissed Kris again, resetting their brain back to the beginning. She quietly whispered into Kris’ ear.

“If you like me crying so much, why don’t you give me a reason?” 

Kris could barely process the sentence as Noelle lifted her hips off the couch, shuffling her pants down to her ankles. Her underwear quickly followed suit, and she was left bare waist down underneath her childhood best friend.

The sight of her exposed sex sent Kris into a non-verbal state, awkwardly blushing and just… staring at it. Her hands grabbed Kris’ shoulders, making them jump and look back at Noelle’s face, which was almost as red as theirs.

She was just as nervous and awkward about this, but she knew if it was left up to Kris, it would never go anywhere. Their slip up and confession was all she needed to push them around and finally get what she wanted for so long.

“Kris.”

They opened their mouth, trying to respond, but all that was left was a shaky breath. They were trembling from nervousness, probably still trying to convince themself it was a dream. 

“Kris. I need your fucking pants off, now.” 

Ignorant to the fact she just swore, Kris leaned off of Noelle, their hands guiding themself to their pants. They fumbled with the button and zipper, their fingers shaking violently. They were probably scared shitless, and for good reason. The whole mood of the night had just flipped on its head and now Noelle was borderline demanding they take their pants off, which they were happy to oblige, but it didn’t change the fact Noelle was terrifying right now.

Finally getting their pants unstuck, they shifted the cloth of both their pants and underwear down to their mid thigh, leaving their stiff cock to the wind. Noelle bit her lip at the sight, her body was melting at this point.

Kris carefully leaned forward, coming face to face over Noelle again. They let out a shaky exhale, which only worked Noelle up more. It was the type of fear, mixed with excitement that you got before you got on a roller coaster. 

“W-What… what do I d-do?”

“You fuck me Kris. You fuck me until I cum, or cry, or both.”

Noelle grabbed the wrist of the hand that was planted next to her head on the armrest, slowly rubbing her thumb reassuringly. Kris wiped their other hands clammy palm against their hoodie. 

Inexperienced as they were, they both were contemptuous with jumping straight into it. Kris carefully lined up their sex with hers. Moving their lower body forward, they slipped just the tip of their cock into Noelle.

It was enough to make Kris groan, and Noelle hum sweetly. Kris’ head was hung low, their eyes covered by their bangs. Sliding their body forward, Noelle whimpered as she felt Kris fully engulf her, their length filling the empty space in her body.

She gasped loudly as Kris fully hilted inside her, her hand shooting up to grab at Kris’ hoodie, holding on. Kris steadied themself, breathing heavily as they drew their cock out of Noelle, pushing themself out and in.

Noelle kissed Kris again and again, leaving their face peppered with faded markings of lipstick. One of her arms wrapped around Kris’ neck, supporting her body up. They pressed their foreheads together, relishing in each other's hot pants.

Kris’ hand touched at and hesitated at Noelle’s hoodie, debating. After a moment, their hand snaked underneath the hem, their palm tracing against Noelle’s fur. Their hand cupped her chest, feeling and groping at her mound. Noelle silently thanked herself for being too lazy to put on a bra.

“Faster…” Noelle spoke out, hushed. Kris obeyed, speeding up their rhythm. Feeling the pressure in her abdomen, she took in the scene before her. Her childhood friend, hunched over and grunting, fucking her into her bedroom’s couch. Every little emotion she felt in her body about Kris all cascaded, and she began to cry. They were a mix of happiness, sadness, anger, fear, pleasure. Every emotion she kept bottled up around Kris was now pouring out of her.

Kris watched in contemplative awe. Seeing the warm tears drop from her eyes, they couldn’t help but whine in ecstasy. Damn to all their dignity, they leaned in and kissed at her face, lapping up the tears.

Noelle shivered as Kris licked at her face, taking in all her tears. She knew she was in full control of everything, but between their position on the couch and her tears, she felt like some helpless little doe, subject to Kris. It only worked to further her tears, to both their delight.

“I n-need you Kris… I want you s-so badly.”

Kris’ throat tightened, and they choked out a moan. Everything she did, or said just worked to turn Kris on more. Their hand on her breast moved down to her hip, tilting her up into a better position, allowing for even more of Kris to go in her.

She moaned unabashedly, one hand tightly gripping Kris’ hoodie and her other tightly woven into her own hair, holding on. As each of Kris’ thrusts became more needy and desperate, her head tipped back and her eyes rolled away, falling into a mind-numbing void of pleasure.

“P-Please fuck me Kris— please cum for me~” She managed out between sobs. 

Kris’ hand that was on the couch armrest cupped Noelle’s face. They wiped the tears from her eyes with their thumb, then brought it up to their mouth, sucking the tears off their thumb. The sight made Noelle shake, her body tightening around Kris’ length as she came.

As Noelle’s walls closed in around Kris’ cock, they faltered, their body falling down to press against Noelle’s. Kris thrusted a few final times, fucking Noelle deep into the couch. Kris crumbled, coming deep into Noelle’s womb.

Kris shot out a few thick ropes into Noelle, and she moaned their name deep into the crevice of their neck. Feeling Kris bottom out completely into her made a couple more tears fall from her eyes, specifically from happiness.

Their breaths grew shorter, and more ragged as Kris hugged Noelle, taking in the heat of her fur and body. Kris turned their head, licking and kissing the remnants of her tears, cleaning her sticky face and fur.

They sat together in their peaceful afterglow, basking in the sensation of both their bodies and emotions. Kris’ breathing was heavy and labored.

“Kris? Are you okay?”

They were better than ever, but their combined physical and metal battery was drained to even respond. Instead, they just tightened their grip around Noelle, refusing to ever let go.

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They say drunk actions are sober thoughts. This particular fact continued to circle around Noelle’s mind as she watched Kris, blasted out of their mind, stumble around Jockington's party. Kris had… well, way too much to drink.

Kris had been the one to invite Noelle here, and now she was essentially in charge of babysitting them now that their motor functions were equivalent to that of a sloth's. Berdly had left a while ago, and Susie was talking with a separate clique across the house.

Noelle put her cup down, filled with some form of non-alcoholic juice and walking over to where Kris was. They were stumbling around the snack table, feeding off of small scraps of random items. Walking up to Kris’ side, she lightly grabbed their arm.

“Kris? Are you doing alright?” 

Kris, who was in the middle of working through a handful of chocolates, turned to look at Noelle. Muffled, they responded.

“Y-Yeah. I’m good…” Kris slurred out, keeping their balance steady. Noelle frowned; they were completely out of it. 

“Kris? We should take you back home.” Noelle said, lightly wrapping her arm around Kris’ waist. They squirmed a little, trying to break free, but gave up quickly. Noelle started to slowly walk towards the front door.

Kris laughed drunkenly, saying greetings and joking with a few people as Noelle trudged them towards the door. Leaving Jockington’s house, it was a brisk walk to Kris’. Luckily, Toriel wasn’t home, which would serve well by saving Kris from punishment. 

As they walked through Kris’ front door, Kris turned and hugged Noelle, catching her off guard.

“Noelle… I just— hic— I don’t thank you enough…”

“For what?” Noelle asked questionably, hugging Kris back lightly.

“You… I d-don’t…” Kris struggled out, their breathing becoming more ragged. Noelle felt the push of Kris’ body as they walked forward, bringing Noelle with them. Before Noelle could ask, she felt her feet slip out from under her. 

The pair went tumbling, falling onto Kris’ couch. As Noelle’s head fell onto a cushion, she looked up to face Kris again, but her view was obstructed as Kris leaned down, planting their lips on Noelle’s.

She murmured, confused as the taste of alcohol laced her tongue. She could taste the remnants of the assortment of chocolates on Kris’ breath from the party, mixed with the cinnamon taste of Toriel’s pie, and Kris’ natural musk.

Noelle could feel Kris’ hands sneak between her back and the couch, hugging her as they pressed deeper into the kiss. Noelle, her mind still capable of rational thought, pressed her palms up against Kris’ chest, pushing them off her lips. 

Breaking off, Kris whimpered softly, wiping the trail of spittle hanging from their lips. Noelle looked up at them with a shocked expression.

“K-Kris?! What are you doing?” She quoted, a bit more loud than she had meant to. Kris quickly stumbled back on their hands, slipping and rolling off the couch, hitting the floor with a soft thud. They quickly sprang to their feet, holding their arms out in front of them, stammering.

“N-No! I wasn’t— I didn’t— I was just—” Kris stuttered, running their fingers through their hair. Quickly, they ran away, tripping out of view of Noelle. Noelle immediately got up, walking after Kris.

“Kris?! Where are you going?!” She shouted out, following Kris as they stumbled around the bend, crawling up the stairs. Climbing the stairs after them, she followed as they tripped into their room. 

She heard a loud bang as she reached the top of the stairs. Rushing into Kris’ room, she found them face down on the floor. It wasn’t hard to tell they had simply tripped over their rug. Walking over next to them, they quickly flipped around onto their back, crawling away from Noelle.

“N-No, Noelle please! I’m sorry, okay?!” 

“Kris?! What are you saying?” Noelle finally shouted out, making Kris freeze in their tracks. They were shaking, raising one of their arms out in front of them, like Noelle was about to attack them. 

“I-I didn’t mean to kiss you, I just…” Kris’ voice petered out, slipping into a quiet murmur as they shivered from Noelle’s stare. 

“Kris… how long have you liked me like this for?” She asked sternly. Usually she wouldn’t be the type to power over Kris in this situation, but she had to get some answers. Kris’ breathing was tight and quick, pulling tiny sips of air in.

They rubbed their sweaty palms on their pants, their head spinning from the overabundance of drinks they had. Kris’ lip quivered as they responded, shameful and embarrassed from kissing Noelle.

“... L-Long time…”

Hearing that Kris’ kiss was not out of a bout of incomprehensibility, and out of a love that their inebriated state had shown to light, a flow of thoughts entered her mind. There were so many things she wanted to do with Kris, do to them, which could all be easier right now.

Kris, whose back was against Asriel’s bed, watched silently as Noelle walked over to them. They closed their eyes as she bent down next to them, expecting some form of physical reprimand.

Instead, Noelle sat down on top of Kris’ lap, wrapping her legs around Kris’ waist. They opened their eyes surprised as Noelle leaned in, kissing them.

They want this, right? I mean, they kissed me downstairs, they have to be fine with this.

Noelle’s suspicions were somewhat confirmed by Kris’ hands, moving to touch her body. She hummed gleefully as Kris’ hands brushed against her stomach and chest, grabbing at a mound in her shirt. 

Kris’ mouth was filled with a quiet moan as their fingers danced around her chest, pinching at her nipples. For so long they wanted to feel her like this, touch her like this, but it all felt wrong; wrong in a way they were unable to rationally deduce.

Breaking off the kiss, Noelle’s hands rested on Kris’ shoulders as she stared deep into their eyes. They were mumbling under their breath, their head rolling lightly on their shoulders. Noelle stood off of Kris, pulling them to their feet as she stood.

Kris almost instantly collapsed into her arms, struggling to stand. Noelle hugged them, rubbing her hand across their back lightly. She kissed their neck, making them shiver.

“Do you want to get those hot clothes off?” Noelle asked softly. She said it in a way you would talk to a friend, just a simple suggestion without intent. Kris mumbled, smearing her shoulder with spit.

Noelle moved her hands to the hem of Kris’ sweater, tugging it up. Kris shifted their arms to help, the sweater getting tugged off them and discarded. Noelle took off Kris’ shirt next, throwing it away. 

She brought them in for another kiss, making out sloppily due to Kris’ difficulty at contributing. As they kissed, Noelle’s hands fumbled around Kris’ binder, eventually finding the zipper and pulling it down.

Kris whined as the binder separated from their body, exposing the mounds they hated. They moaned softly as Noelle’s hands kneaded at them, flicking their hard nipples. 

“God… I love your body…” Noelle whispered out between kisses. She twisted her arms, pulling her own shirt off, exposing her own breasts. Kris, who was limply staring forward, also moved to grab at hers. 

Noelle’s hands trailed down, hooking her thumbs in Kris’ waistband. She tugged at them needily, pulling their pants down to their ankles. Their underwear followed suit shortly after, exposing their cunt to the room.

Kris wrapped their arms around Noelle, hugging her and burying their face in her neck. 

“ ‘m s-scared…” Kris managed out between shaky breaths. Noelle bit her lip, her mind tugging at her to stop. Instead, her body moved one of her hands down, grabbing at Kris’ ass. They whined, gripping their nails deeper into her back.

Both her hands cupped both of Kris’ bottoms, holding them steady. The bulge straining against her pants was considerable now, and it was starting to hurt even. Quietly, she hummed into Kris’ ear.

“It’s okay Kris, I’m right here…” 

Bringing her hips forward, she brushed her bulge against Kris’ cunt. Instantly, they quivered, letting out a shaky moan as their knees began to crumple under them. Noelle kept them upright, rubbing her hips flush against Kris’, feeling their wetness stain the tent of her pants.

A few more thrusts sent Kris into a mindless numbness, their arms struggling to hold onto Noelle. The overwhelming pleasure of Noelle’s bulge rubbing dutifully against their cunt sent them into a trance, every sensation separate from their sexes rubbing together and their heavy pants falling into the background.

Noelle’s hips started to stutter, and she pulled back away from Kris last second, panting heavily. Kris’ legs were out of order now, and they were hanging onto Noelle by their hug. Noelle carefully turned them around, laying them flat on their stomach on Asriel’s bed. Their knees were on the floor, and their position had their ass propped right on the edge of the bed.

They moaned as they felt a hand brush against their pussy, lightly prodding between their folds. Kris shook as a digit opened them up, sliding deep into their cunt. Eventually another finger rubbed at their clit, and then a tongue started to lap at their folds.

Their hands bunched up the sheets on Asriel’s bed as they pressed their face into the mattress, panting heavily. A few shaky and broken moans croaked out their mouth as Noelle worked her hands and tongue, satisfying Kris.

Eventually, they seized, pulling tightly on the bedsheets and moaning unabashedly into the covers. Noelle pulled her face back, covered in Kris’ discharge. She grabbed her shirt off the floor, wiping her face off before standing behind Kris again.

Noelle leaned over, kissing Kris on the side of the head and lightly brushing their hair with her fingers.

“I love you Kris…”

Kris attempted to slur out a response, but they were unable to move their mouth. Their limbs hung limply as they heard the shuffling of clothes. They felt a prodding sensation behind them, and then a finger spreading their cunt open slightly.

They groaned as Noelle slid herself inside of them, fitting her like a glove. Noelle’s hand, which was brushing Kris’ hair with care, tightened its grip. Noelle backed her hips up, pulling out slightly before slamming her hips back in, making Kris yelp out in a mix of emotions. 

Noelle pushed Kris’ head down into the mattress as she slammed into them from behind, fucking them hard into the side of Asriel’s bed. Each soft moan and cry of pleasure from Kris fueled her further, pressing Kris’ head down further.

Kris’ head turned slightly to the left, looking at Asriel’s desk. A framed photo on top caught their eye, showing them, Noelle, Asriel, and Dess. They missed those times. Was this them reliving the past? Getting fucked down into Asriel’s bed by Noelle as they drooled all over his sheets?

Their hands gripping the sheets faltered as they let go, their entire body slumping limp as Noelle continued to slide herself in and out of Kris, pushing their head down into the bed. Noelle deserved the right to use them like this, especially knowing how much they kept from her about Dess.

Dess…

Tears welled up in their eyes, quickly being wiped off by their head smearing against the mattress. Noelle’s moans grew higher and faster, reaching an apex as her hips stuttered. With a final slam of her hips, she groaned as she unfurled, releasing her cum into Kris.

Kris felt as Noelle’s cum filled their body, replacing the empty space in their abdomen as she pulled out. Their eyes stayed focused on the photo, looking at Dess’ face through blurry tears. 

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It was difficult getting accustomed to their new body. It was a strange feeling compared to Kris’ body, it was like they had all the knowledge of how to function from Kris. Now that they are in their Vessel again, they even had to relearn how to walk.

But after getting accustomed, they had the problem of… well, living. Kris reluctantly agreed to them living in their house. It was surprisingly easy to convince Toriel they were just a friend visiting, and she forgone mentioning their grey skin.

Living with Kris wasn’t a foreign concept, they had inhabited their skin for the better part of years, but living alongside them was different. They had small tendencies that Vess caught onto. Kris would stand awkwardly close to them, whenever they had to lead Vess somewhere, they always took them by the hand.

Just small things that most likely amounted to nothing… at least, Vess assumed. Everything came to an apex one night when Kris was unable to sleep, and Vess incapable of sleep. After that night, it began a cycle.

Vess heard the shuffle of sheets across the room, and glancing over, Kris was rising out of their bed. They heard the light patter of footsteps, slowly closing the distance between the two. Even with their eyes closed, they could feel Kris’ presence hovering over them.

“I know you can’t sleep…” Kris whispered out. Finally cracking open their eyes, Vess was expecting to find Kris angry, filled with rage, something. Instead, their eyes were heavy and dull, like they were tired, and had been crying their eyes out for hours.

Vess’ expression relaxed as they responded. “Yeah… I can’t.”

Kris wordlessly tugged at the sheets of Vess’ (Asriel’s) bed. As they crawled in next to Vess, they scooted over to make room. Kris collapsed onto their side, and Vess turned over to face them in bed.

Kris was breathing heavily, their hands shook as they rubbed them together for warmth. It was clear they were struggling to keep their composure. Vess watched on in silence as tears began to fall from Kris’ eyes. 

They scooted closer to Kris, and in a bout of concern, they wrapped their arms around Kris. Kris’ face quickly found refuge in their neck, where they silently heaved, trying to suppress as much tears as they could. 

Vess remained stoic as Kris’ hand gently wrapped around their wrist. As their other hand grabbed Vess’ other wrist, they shifted in the bed. Bringing their legs around and their body upwards, they shuffled until Kris ended up straddling Vess, their wrists pinned next to their head.

As Kris let go of their wrists, Vess didn’t make any attempt to move them again. Kris’ hands staggered as they slowly worked down Vess’ body, feeling each curve of their form with their eyes closed.

Kris’ fingers hooked around the waistband of Vess’ shorts, tugging them down. Kris stopped being so cautious with them after the first couple of times of this happening. Vess lifted their hips up to allow Kris to slide their underwear off easier, and Kris discarded them both off the bed. 

Their thumb hovered over Vess’ lower extremities, hesitating. Vess was perfectly fine with reassuring them, but they had agreed to not talk. It ruined Kris’ illusion. 

Finally, Kris’ thumb moved down, lightly gliding over Vess’ folds. They bit their lip, suppressing a small hum. Their thumb fumbled around, finding their clit and applying some pressure. Kris’ eyes were screwed shut as Vess snuck out a quiet, hushed moan. 

The growing slick allowed Kris to push a digit into Vess, making them clench and squirm, struggling to stay silent. Vess’ hands found place on their pillow, gripping it tightly as they gyrated their hips, rolling into Kris’ fingers.

Kris’ demeanor changed. Their eyes, which had been closed tightly, loosened, now laying closed peacefully. Their shaking died down considerably, and their quivering pants changed to a much calmer, rhythmic pattern.

They slid another one of their fingers in, causing Vess to whimper out a soft moan. Kris’ fingers slid in and out of their cunt, leaking fluids and staining Vess’ bedsheets. Kris’ fingers extended in fully, curling at the end. 

Vess broke, letting out a loud moan. Kris’ free hand softly cupped their mouth, stopping and noise from leaving. Their expression was one of annoyance, Vess must’ve accidentally broken their well built illusion. 

Kris’ fingers prodded, feeling at Vess’ lips. Pushing, two of Kris’ fingers slid into Vess’ mouth, pressing their tongue down and stifling any noise they had been making. One of Vess’ hands wrapped around the wrist Kris had up to their mouth, holding onto them with care. 

Kris retracted their fingers, causing Vess to whine through their mouthful of Kris’ fingers. Kris, awkwardly because of their one handed restriction, shuffled down their pants, then their underwear. 

Dabbing their fingers around Vess’ cunt, they sufficiently lubed up their hand, moving it to their cock and slowly stroking themself. Their eyes wrinkled in pleasure, their mouth parting to softly pant out hot breaths.

As Kris pulled their fingers out of Vess’ mouth, wiping their saliva covered digits off on their sweater, they mumbled the only word Vess ever heard directed to them during these… moments.

“Q-Quiet…”

Kris finished stroking themself, pre-cum leaking and lubing them up further. They put a hand on Vess’ shoulder, steadying themself. With their eyes closed, it took a few tries before Kris was able to line their sexes up, pushing in.

Vess whined before covering their mouth. Kris blew out a shaky breath, catching their composure. Kris’ hand that was on their shoulder moved down, snaking underneath Vess’ baggy t-shirt and groping at their exposed breasts. 

Vess shuddered, calming their pleasure filled pants and Kris’ thumb fumbled around with their nipples. Kris’ other arm tucked underneath their back, picking them up off the bed. Vess wrapped their legs around Kris’ waist, making it easier.

Kris’ eyes stayed shut as they began to slide themself in and out of Vess, breathing heavily and mumbling under their breath. Vess watched their face, twisting and turning with pleasure. Secretly, they wished one day they could do this together without needing Kris to run away to their mind.

Instead they stayed silent, allowing Kris to use them for their fantasy.

As Kris thrusted further into Vess, pressing their back up against the headboard of the bed. Kris’ forehead fell forward, pressing against Vess’ as they breathed against Kris’ face.

Suddenly, Kris leaned in, kissing Vess. Catching them off guard, they accidentally let a small moan slip from their grasp. Instead of saying anything, Kris opened their eyes and stared at Vess with half-lidded lenses, continuing their thrusts and eye-contact throughout.

Just as quickly as it happened, Kris shut their eyes again, breaking off the kiss. Vess felt their soul melting at the somewhat intimate contact. Kris had stared at them, not at their imagination for once. Pulling their hand up, Kris ran their fingers through Vess’ hair. 

Kris’ hand in Vess’ hair tightened, pulling down and making them wince in pain. The rhythmic slaps of their bodies grew quicker, and needier. Kris’ jaw unhinged, hanging limply open as their hips stuttered, faltering as they came into Vess. Finally, once releasing the pressure, their mouth was able to croak out a single name.

“Nhha— ah— Noelle…”

Kris fucked Vess into the bed, milking the last few drops of their cum. Panting, they embraced Vess fully, hugging them. Vess laid back, stunned. Kris never hugged them, ever. 

Finally breaking off, Kris’ eyes blinked open, examining the scene in front of them. Slowly, they pulled out of Vess, leaving them whimpering from the feeling. Kris fell back, sitting on their calves as their arms drooped limply, exhausted.

Quietly, they pinched their brow, likely shamed with themself and their thoughts.

“Susie and… N-Noelle suggested a double date tomorrow… at four… Q.C’s…”

“O-Okay…” Vess quietly responded. 

Kris slowly crawled off the bed, pulling their pants back up and leaving the room, most likely going to the bathroom to shower. As always, Vess was left to satisfy themself off. Usually, they did this through relishing in the feeling of Kris’ seed filling them, but tonight?

All that was on their mind was that kiss, and hug, and eye contact.

One day, Kris will leave behind Noelle and see how much I am perfect for them…

One day… 

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Sitting at Asriel’s desk, Kris leaned back, clicking their mouse around the screen. Finally finding the video calling app, they double clicked, opening the application. Their mouse scrolled a little, finding the profile and logging in. 

As they logged in, a few messages appeared from Asriel. Clicking through them, most of them were random updates that never had a chance to come through, due to the internet being out. The latest one simply read, “Call me when you get this”.

Clicking on the small video icon, Kris adjusted the webcam, making sure it was capturing them well. After a few rings, Asriel picked up. 

He was set up on a desk, behind him was a bed and a dresser. It looked extremely similar to their setup at home, but Kris figured Asriel just moved the furniture to make it more homey. Kris smiled, for the first time in a while.

“Hey Azz, what's going on?”

Hours passed, Asriel and Kris shooting their shit like normal. It was the first time in forever Kris felt themself… happy again. Something about Asriel always managed to keep Kris happy, and sure, you could call it “brotherly love”, but Kris knew it was different.

They shouldn’t feel like that about him, it was wrong. Asriel always kept them safe, kept them entertained and happy, it was what an older sibling was supposed to do. Kris couldn’t help but want to be closer to him, be with him.

It traced back years. When he and Dess had dated, Kris found themself unexplainably mad at her. Looking back now, it was a plain case of jealousy, but back then nobody could tell why their relationship was looked down upon by Kris.

As Asriel and Kris kept talking, small things happened that Kris caught onto. Asriel would go quiet, staring at the screen as Kris talked with a small smile, but when asked, he never seemed to remember what Kris was talking about.

He seemed lost in his own thoughts the whole call, and that went unchanged until he had to leave. Nearing the end of the call, Asriel looked considerably flustered. Flustered enough to where he had supposedly forgotten how to turn off his computer.

Reaching forward, he pressed the power button on his monitor, flickering it to black. But instead of reaching down to power off his computer as well, he buried his face in his hands, sighing.

“God… Kris.” He mumbled out under his breath.

Kris, who was just about to turn off their computer (Asriel’s technically, but relegated to them after Asriel got his laptop). As Asriel scooted back from the desk, Kris watched in curious awe as Asriel stood, revealing a considerable tent in his jeans.

Kris blinked a few times, like what they were watching wasn’t real. Asriel mumbled something under his breath before walking away from the desk, walking to his bed and laying down. Kris reached to end the call before hesitating.

Something in their mind stopped them, and they watched in contemplative silence as Asriel got comfortable in his bed, the tight bulge in his pants straining the denim. Kris expected him to pull out his phone or close his eyes, but instead— he reached over to his side, grabbing…

A photo of Kris?

Kris silently watched as Asriel eyed the photo, his eyelids fluttering as he brought the framed photo closer, kissing it. Kris wasn’t an aloof human, they knew exactly what they were watching, but they couldn’t help but just… not believe it.

But even if they couldn’t, their brain had a much easier time understanding as their groin stiffened, their pants restricting tighter. Kris stammered at their own body, but quickly their own thoughts started to catch up.

On the other side of the screen, Asriel started to tug at his pants, his eyes screwed shut as his belt unfurled and zipper released. Shoving the trousers down to his ankles, his boxers followed suit. 

Kris watched in a glamorous ecstasy as Asriel wrapped a paw around his length, slowly pleasing himself while silently humming Kris’ name. Kris couldn’t believe their eyes, or ears. It felt like they were making this up, imagining it. 

Their hands moved unconsciously, hooking around the hem of their own pants. Tugging down their pants and underwear down in one quick swoop, their hands hovered around their length, still debating silently.

But watching as Asriel stroked himself off, holding the photo against his forehead as he squirmed, Kris quickly made up their mind. Wrapping their soft digits around their erect member, they let out a shaky breath with their first stroke. 

Asriel continued to pull on himself, his breath sputtering and his breaths growing ragged. His grip on the photo frame increased as he pumped at himself, to the thought of Kris. Kris’ hand pressed flat on the desk, their face growing a shade deep and flustered. 

Their hands moved together in tandem, their pleasure just feet away, albeit through a monitor. Kris thought about saying something, Asriel’s speakers had to still be on, but their mouth stayed sealed shut, instead resorting to cursing under their breath and pumping faster.

Both hands, skinned and furred became slick with their own fluids and they both pumped away, one at the thought and one at the site of the other. Asriel bit his tongue, struggling to keep his breathing under control as his hips bucked up in excitement and pleasure.

Kris shortly thereafter began the same, their hips bucking wildly into their hand, their face a deep red from a breath they didn’t realize they were holding in. As the two gasped and whined, their pleasure began to skyrocket, their minds falling into a numb abyss. 

Kris moaned deeply, covered by their sleeve as they coated the bottom of Asriel’s desk in a thick frosting. Asriel whimpered, his body tensing and seizing as he gasped, letting ropes of cum cover the framed photo.

As the two panted, jerking the last of their climaxes out of their body, they slowly relaxed. Asriel, as he was falling down from his high, grimaced at the photo in his hand, its frame and glass protector stained with his discharge. 

Kris just as quickly shook, watching Asriel lay back in his own afterglow. Embarrassed, Kris quickly shut their computer off, a hand covering their face in flusteration. They scooted back in the chair, watching as some of their remnants dripped down from the bottom of the desk, falling on the floor. 

Asriel set the photo down carefully, making sure not to spread himself around any more than needed. He stood up from his bed, grabbing a nearby towel, wiping his body down.

Kris walked away from the desk, grabbing some paper towels and wiping around the desk, cleaning the mess. They scowled under their breath. I have to bring this up to Asriel, right?

The two siblings cleaned each of their messes, remnants of memories they never truly could share together.

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Vess stood idly in front of the closet in the corner, along the same wall the door sat. They shuffled through some of the clothes, finding something simple to wear. Kris had informed them it was a “double date”, which only worked to disappoint Vess further.

They wanted to date badly, but Kris only found comfort in their shared anatomy with Noelle. As much as it hurt, Vess wanted to make Kris happy, and if that meant not truly dating then that's what it took.

They reached forward, grabbing a maroon tank top which matched well with their skin complexion. Next they fetched a zip up hoodie, grey, and zipped it halfway up, letting one of the sleeves fall off their shoulder. They stole some basic black sweatpants, tugging them up on their legs, covering their basic black boxers. 

It was just covering themself up, nothing else. Wearing clothing on the basis of decency, but Vess couldn’t help but sway their outfit choices into something they believed Kris would like. They fidgeted with the cuffs of their hoodie, tapping their hands against their mouth.

Finally, Kris walked in through the door, glancing around. Their hair was damp and wet, their body slick and reflective with water. Kris walked over to the closet, blatantly ignoring Vess who was sitting atop of their (Asriel’s) bed. 

Kris wordlessly dropped their towel, rummaging around through the closet to pull out some underwear. Vess couldn’t stop themself, ogling Kris’ features. They were in that body, they saw everything, but seeing it from this view was different, and only worked to make Vess more exasperated. 

The thoughts of last night filled their mind; that kiss, that hug, that eye contact. It had been too much to understand. They wanted to believe Kris felt… something that night the way they did. Kris pulled on a dark brown hoodie, donning their classic sweater above it. 

Kris walked over to Vess, standing above them and looking down. Vess instinctively bit at their lip. 

“Are you ready?” Kris asked in their deadpan, monotone voice.

“Y-Yeah…” Vess responded quietly. They, outside of Kris’ body at least, had very few iterations with Noelle or Susie. Kris held out their hand, which Vess took tentatively. Kris held their hand softly, Vess could’ve mistaken it for care. It was normal for Kris to hold their hand, guiding them around.

But it wasn’t normal for Kris’ face to blush as their fingers interlaced with Vess’, holding their hand more affectionately. Vess felt their heart flutter as their mind turned rapidly. This can’t be normal, this can’t be just a coincidence anymore.

Vess couldn’t help but blush back as Kris led them out the room, walking towards Q.C’s.

Kris walked through the bright red doors, Vess in tow and in hand. Glancing around the room, they spotted Noelle and Susie huddled together in a booth, smiling and whispering, broken by the occasional kiss.

Vess could feel Kris’ hand shuffle, their palms sweating. Looking at their face, their mouth was contorted just slightly, showing obvious discomfort. Vess wanted nothing more than to just hug them, comfort them, do something. They hated seeing them sad.

But instead they followed obediently as Kris led them both to the booth. Plastering on a smile Kris said a calm hello as they motioned Vess to sit. They slid into the booth, Kris joining them right after.

The booths were… well, tight to say the least. Even both being smaller, they were practically shoulder to shoulder. It was amazing how Susie and Noelle were somehow fitting together, but based on context clues and the fact Noelle was somehow taller than Susie, she was most likely on her lap.

“Hey Kris! And hello… Vess?” Noelle said questionably, raising an eyebrow. Vess quietly nodded, letting Noelle smile and sit back. Susie shot Vess a greeting, which was just met with a small smile and nod, like Noelle.

Vess was always so used to the regular Kris, stone cold and unfeeling that seeing Kris when they were social was always a shock. It always seemed so… fake. As Vess was lost in their own thoughts, blankly staring down at their own legs, an arm wrapped around their side.

Kris was very lightly grabbing their opposite waist, just resting their hand comfortably. Looking over at Kris, their eyes were still dead set on Noelle. Vess swallowed back their nervousness, picking up a menu in tandem with the rest of the group.

As Vess began to flip through the menu, they felt Kris’ hand inch further closer to them. Their hand rubbed softly on one of Vess’ thighs, and looking over, they were looking directly at the menu, still talking and joking with Noelle and Susie the whole time. 

Vess felt their breath pick up as Kris’ hand slowly curved inwards, feeling the inside of their thighs. They propped their hand up on the table, covering their mouth as they suppressed a small whine. 

They pushed the menu up to the sky, burying their face in the menu. Kris’ hand lightly brushed at Vess through their pants, eliciting a small gasp from them. Looking over, Kris was looking at them, but there was nothing in their eyes, like they weren’t obviously rubbing at Vess through their pants.

“You know what you want?” They said quietly, their hand going unmoving. Vess had to catch their breath, panting softly from behind the menu. They looked at Kris with glossy eyes, and they could’ve sworn something in Kris’ eyes changed.

Their face softened, and their mouth smiled calmly. 

“Well?”

Regaining their focus, they scanned over the menu for a moment, randomly picking the first thing that sounded good, which happened to just be a cinnabun. Kris nodded. After a moment, they spoke up again in a hushed whisper.

“You know you can put the menu down, right?” Kris spoke. Glancing back over, Vess saw the shit-eating grin lightly tugging at Kris that they were trying to suppress. They knew exactly what they were doing. 

Vess groaned, planting their forehead on the table. They squirmed as Kris’ hand moved, now fully pressing against Vess’ cunt through their pants. Vess let out a shaky gasp, as they anticipated more movement, but Kris stopped, keeping a small amount of pressure on their sex.

Vess started to whimper, silently begging Kris to start again. After a few seconds of them not, Vess started to grind their hips into Kris’ hand, chasing the pleasure Kris was offering. 

Quickly, Kris pushed their fingers in deeper, combined with Vess’ grinds to make for a sudden jolt of pleasure. Vess accidentally let out a hushed moan before quickly slapping their hand to their mouth, stopping the rest. Kris side-eyed them a little before continuing.

Suddenly, a tall rabbit monster walked up to the table. Kris didn’t retract their hand, letting it rest on Vess’ crotch as everyone chatted, rattling off orders. They pressed more pressure, then less, teasing Vess as the orders slowly rounded to them.

“And for you, hon?” The rabbit offered. As Vess opened their mouth to speak, Kris jabbed at their cunt, making them bite their tongue hard. Their breathing grew ragged as the rabbit lady grew a little concerned.

“You okay hon? I can give you more time if you need.”

“They’ll have the Cinnabun.” Kris quickly spoke. “They don’t like talking much.” They added on, explaining their sudden tag in for Vess. Q.C simply nodded, jotting down the order and walking away. 

Kris’ eyes stayed forward, looking at Noelle as they bit their lip, fumbling their fingers around the band of Vess’ sweatpants. Plunging their hand in, past their underwear, Vess’ hand gripped on the table harder feeling Kris’ cold digits massage at their cunt.

Their fingers lightly dusted over their folds, fumbling around as they slid a finger through them, warming their hand. Vess’ crotch was considerably soaked through at this point, their underwear providing almost no comfort as their fluid leaked through, staining their pants.

Kris let in a tight breath, catching Vess’ attention. Looking over, their face was dampened red as they looked forward at Noelle with the straightest face they could. Vess watched as Noelle and Susie talked, in their own world.

Leaning in, Noelle and Susie kissed each other. Vess felt Kris’ hand falter, slowing to a stop. Their eyes went from looking at Noelle to down at their feet. They probably felt terrible for what they were doing. 

But Kris started up again, catching Vess off guard and making them shudder out a gasp. Instead of looking back up, they turned their head, watching Vess silently as they continued to play with her sex. Their thumb traced along their clit, pressing into it and making Vess open their mouth, begging for air. 

Under the intense work Kris was putting into their cunt, and their stare right into her eyes, Vess started to crumble underneath Kris. They were in public, right in front of Noelle and Susie, surrounded by random patrons, and Kris was fingering them like it was them alone. It only worked to further Vess.

Kris was willing to do this to them in front of everyone, including Noelle, and not even looking at her anymore? Their full attention was on Vess, and not anybody around them. It fueled the fire in Vess even more, making them shudder.

Vess shook as Kris hit just the right spot, causing them to lose their mind for a moment. Falling, they crashed into Kris, giving them a side hug. They buried their head into Kris’ shoulder, their breaths becoming ragged and short.

To Noelle and Susie, it just looked like Vess was hugging Kris, but to the two enby’s, it was the most intimate moment they’d ever shared up to this point.

Vess vibrated as Kris pumped their fingers. Their grip on Kris’ sweater grew tighter as they pressed their mouth onto Kris’ body, blocking the noise of their growing moans. They froze, shaking as Kris worked them through their climax.

As their walls clenched around Kris’ fingers, they grinded their hips rapidly, chasing their pleasure. Their thighs and pants were soaked in a thick layer of discharge, and they could feel as it seeped under them and into the booth seat. 

Still trembling, they broke off from Kris’ side, laying their head down on the table. They were still trembling as Kris took their fingers out of their pants. Vess watched as Kris tucked their head down on the table, hiding from Noelle and Susie as they tentatively placed their fingers in their mouth, tasting the remnants of Vess.

Vess’ body fired up again, and they couldn’t help but rub their thighs together, looking for friction. As Kris wiped the now mostly saliva covered digits off on their sweater, they placed their hand back down on Vess’ thigh, caringly caressing them.

Using their other hand, they adjusted their pants, trying to hide their obvious tent.

Vess couldn’t help but beam inside. Kris just got them off, without imagining Noelle, and they were worked up from it?

They couldn’t help but lean over, resting their head on Kris’ shoulder as they calmly placed their own hand on Kris’ thigh, lightly caressing them as well. 

And Kris didn’t back up, instead leaning into Vess, a small smile grown upon their face.

[To be continued in a different prompt]

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Kris took off sprinting, Noelle hot on their trail. Ducking underneath swaying branches and hopping over roots, they dashed down the familiar pathing of the wooded thicket behind their home, a goofy smile plastered over their face.

Noelle was quick behind them. Being the star of the track team didn’t help Kris’ situation, but Noelle was taking care in making sure she didn’t beat them that easily. She grinned as her hooves paced, shoving indents in the soil beneath her. 

The jaundice human felt fear seeping into their blood as they heard the stomping of running behind them. Feeling adrenaline surge through their bones, they ran double-time, speeding away from Noelle.

Launching themself at some rocks, they tumbled as they awkwardly climbed, summiting the small hill. Noelle was right on their metaphorical tail, her hooves providing much more of an advantage when scaling the rocks. 

Kris tripped forward, sacrificing valuable distance between the two. They saw their target, the large oak tree in the middle of the clearing. Jumping up, they snagged their hands on a large branch, shimmying their way up. 

Noelle slowed down, catching her breath at the base of the tree, looking up as Kris quickly traversed its many branches.

“Cheese… huff… and crackers, Kris! When did you get so fast?”

“When I learned what my prize was!” They shouted out from above Noelle, grinning. They descended a few branches, reaching the bottom most one and extending a helping hand out to Noelle, which she took gracefully. 

Pulling Noelle up, the two lovebirds helped each other out in scaling up the large tree. Eventually, they reached a specific branch. Kris took a spot on the innermost end, their back resting against the trunk. One leg was extended out on the branch, and their other rested on a lower branch. Noelle sat further up on the branch, her feet both using the lower branch as a stool.

The brush in the tree was thick enough to where it was like a small platform nearing the top, allowing for room to move and get comfortable. Kris ran their fingers over the branch they were sitting on, their palm feeling the broken grooves where their symbol was sketched.

It was a small apple, inside sat a small “K + N”, a remnant of years ago. It was made as a joke between friends, but eventually those friends had discovered just how much that grooving meant to both of them.

Now together, in both the sense of in the tree, and together, Kris was ready to claim their prize.

“Alright… huff… you know what I get for winning.” Kris said, grinning. Noelle smiled and rolled her eyes, leaning over to Kris. Closing their eyes, Noelle cupped their face lightly, giving them a small peck on the lips.

As she backed up, breaking off the kiss, Kris whined.

“Really? That’s it?” 

Noelle giggled, watching her partner get pouty.

“Well yeah, you just said ‘a kiss’, you didn’t specify!” 

Kris rolled their eyes at the obvious banter Noelle was trying to tease them with. Quietly, they hung their head and planted their face in their hands, fake crying. As they played it up, banging their hand softly against the base of the trunk, Noelle laughed.

“Ugh, fine, Kris… I guess I could kiss you a little more.” Noelle responded, acting sullen and annoyed, but a large grin was painted across her face. Scooting over closer on the tree trunk, Noelle was essentially in Kris’ lap as she leaned in again, making out with Kris.

Clacking their teeth together, Kris’ head hit the bark behind them as Noelle’s tongue slithered into Kris’ mouth, causing them to release a small moan. Noelle’s ears flicked at the noise. Her hands slinked forward, planting themselves on Kris’ chest, feeling around their body. 

Kris mewled as Noelle’s hands passed underneath their sweater, feeling directly onto Kris’ lean, slightly toned frame. Kris' hands also moved forward, albeit much more hesitantly than Noelle’s, and carefully rested them on her hips. Kris and Noelle shuffled in unison, Kris now hanging their legs off both sides of the trunk, Noelle sat atop their lap, straddling them.

Kris’ hands became a bit more touchy, moving up to cup one of Noelle’s breasts in their hand. Noelle broke off the kiss to let out a small moan, still looking at Kris’ chest and her hands moving underneath them. 

A small line of spit connected their mouths, and Noelle licked her lips to break it off. Kris watched in awe as Noelle stared them down, her eyes laden with lust. Wrapping her arms around Kris’ frame, she hugged them through their shirt, planting small kisses on their neck.

“Hey Kris?” Noelle offered.

“Y-Yeah…?” Kris responded slowly, their focus still on Noelle’s chest, and their hands slowly moving and kneading into them, causing Noelle to moan softly. 

“You always choose a kiss as your reward…” Noelle started. The topic peaked Kris’ interest, and their hands fell off of Noelle’s chest, dropping back down to her waist.

“... why not let me give you a bigger reward~?” Noelle chirped, grinding her hips down into Kris’ painfully obvious tent. Their eyes shot open at the friction, letting out a shaky moan. Their hands shot to Noelle’s shoulder, holding her with tenacity. 

“N-Noelle, I- I- I— I don’t know I-If I’m… I’m ready for that…” Kris quickly stammered out, their nerves tuned high. 

Noelle pouted slightly, a small frown appearing. She wanted this with Kris badly, but not bad enough to persistently bug them with the topic. Their body always seemed ready, turned on by just some light kissing and touching, but they always abstained.

But a thought crossed Noelle’s mind. 

“Okay, that’s fine, always. What if, instead, *I* just help you out with this~?” She quipped, her hand reaching down and rubbing against Kris’ bulge, feeling them throbbing through their pants. Kris gasped quietly, their face growing a deep shade of red.

“B-But Noelle, I mean… that’s just a lot that I don’t… I don’t think I'm ready for—” Noelle quickly placed a finger on Kris’ lips.

“No, not… not sex, Kris…” Noelle whispered, like someone would be able to hear her. Kris’ eyes squinted at the word. 

“Just… I think I can help you without all of that, okay? And you can tell me to stop at any time you want…”

“I just want to make you feel good, Kris. It’s the least you deserve…” Noelle finished, taking her finger off of Kris’ mouth. They were still steadily panting, Noelle’s hand still resting on their groin not making it any easier to breathe. 

They thought about it for a few seconds. They were terrified of doing anything with Noelle, mostly because of fear of messing something up. But maybe whatever Noelle was suggesting wouldn’t be so bad?

“... o-okay…” Kris responded quietly, still nervous as all hell, but they were fully on board.

Noelle had to hide how really excited she was, but a small smile broke through. She bent forward, kissing Kris softly on the lips as she rubbed her hand softly onto Kris’ member. Kris’ hands gripped tighter on Noelle’s waist.

Noelle broke off the kiss, scooting back on the branch and bending down to Kris’ pants, smiling up at them softly. The sight of their face, half doused in fear and the other beaming with ecstasy only furthered her confidence.

Pressing her face against Kris’ pants, she took in their musk, her brain short-circuiting. Kris watched on in suspense. Noelle’s hands moved up, fumbling around with Kris’ pants. Her fingers ran across the zipper, pulling it loose, along with unfastening the button. 

Her hands grabbed the hem of Kris’ pants, ready to tug them down as Kris’ hands lightly rested on top of hers, stopping them. She leaned back up, but kept her hands on their pants.

“You okay Kris?” Noelle asked softly.

Kris nodded shakily. “Y-Yeah I just… just making sure I’m fine with this. Internally, I mean…” Kris said, cracking a small smile. Noelle giggled lightly in response, quietly waiting for Kris.

It wasn’t sex, right? Maybe in some form, but it wasn’t the real thing, there was nothing to be nervous about, nothing to mess up. All they had to do was let Noelle take the lead. And did they want this with Noelle?

Looking up at her calm demeanor, her soft smile, her hands that rested on their pants without pressuring them. God, they wanted this with her more than anything…

They took their hands off Noelle’s. “Y-Yeah… you can…”

“Are you sure? 100 percent?” Noelle reiterated, which only worked to calm Kris even more.

“Yes, please…” They said, raising their hands up, reaching past their head and grabbing the tree. Noelle tugged her hands down as Kris lifted their hips a little, making it easier. The tent grew in size, only being restricted by one layer. 

Her hands next hooked the band of their underwear, tugging it down. Kris turned their head to the sky, scared to even look down. They were at full mast from all this buildup, and Noelle watched in bliss as their cock twitched in the wind. 

Noelle lightly wrapped her hand around their shaft. Kris crooned at the touch, still refusing to move their head down. Noelle was planning on teasing them a lot more, but Kris already seemed so pent up and terrified, Noelle just resorted to finishing this off.

Bending her head down, she parted her lips and took in just their tip, tasting at the small fluids they had been producing. Kris moaned unabashedly as they threw all their fears to the wind, looking down. 

They were enticed by the sight of their girlfriend slowly pressing her head down on their cock, her eyes still in full contact with theirs. They shuddered out a small breath at the sight. Noelle fully hilted her mouth on Kris’ shaft, choking slightly as it prodded the back of her throat. 

She blew a bunch of spittle all over Kris’ length, further lubing them up as she rose her head, slowly bobbing up and down on their cock. Kris cried in pleasure, their hands grabbing at the bark behind them for stability. 

Noelle continued to work her head, relishing in the taste and smell of Kris’ length and body. She felt a growing pool of warmth growing in her body, her sex drooling at the view and sensations. Her hand gripped Kris’ thighs, pushing them down as she worked harder.

Kris covered their mouth for a moment, but Noelle reached up, tapping their hand. Getting the memo, they let their moans pass through unfiltered. 

“Nah— Noelle… I’m gon— ngh~” Kris could barely make out their sentence before Noelle thrusted her head fully down on Kris’ length. Her tongue playfully licked at the raw underside of their cock, causing them to whimper even louder. 

Their hips bucked wildly, causing Noelle to gag harder. Finally, Kris let out a stringed, drawn out moan as they slammed their head back into the tree, unfurling and releasing their come into Noelle’s mouth. 

Noelle quickly pulled her head off, but not quick enough, accidentally catching a rope of cum into her mouth. She held a couple fingers up to her mouth, preventing any from leaking out as she watched Kris cover the branch in their cum, hitting Noelle’s skirt slightly and the small marking of the two’s initials.

As Kris worked through their climax, they let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding. Looking at Noelle, her eyes were open wide as she pointed at her mouth.

“Whuat do I dwo?” She asked muffled. Kris stammered, conflicted.

“I.. I don’t know? Spit it out? S—” They hesitated. “Swallow?”

Noelle sat quietly for a moment, and Kris watched in half surprise, half… something as Noelle closed her eyes, swallowing back Kris’ residue. Her brow instantly furled, and her mouth twisted.

“Ugh… that’s terrible.” She spoke, which earned a small laugh from Kris.

“You c-could’ve just spat it out, y-you know?”

Noelle rolled her eyes. “Whatever, I wanted to do that anyways…” Kris blushed at the response. They carefully moved off the branch and onto the lower one, shuffling their pants up at the same time. 

“... so?” Noelle quietly whispered, twiddling her fingers together in nervousness.

Kris waited for a moment before a large smile spread across their face, hugging Noelle.

“Thank you Elly… next time let me let you feel good, okay?”

Noelle hugged Kris back, and attempted to kiss Kris before they dodged. 

“No way Noelle, you are going to have to earn that kiss!” Kris shouted out, jumping down the branches. Noelle giggled softly before launching down the branches, chasing after Kris, leaving the branch and their small engraving covered in their afterglow. 

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The thoughts never ended. Every day, every night, they kept shouting inside Kris’ head. Just an urge, an intrusive thought that should never be fed. 

They wanted Dess, badly, and they wanted so badly to be closer to her. Everything stood in their way however. Their brother, Asriel, who currently dated her, their best friend Noelle, her sister. It was like fate was mocking Kris, putting the one person they wanted more than anything behind multiple roadblocks.

Well… maybe, they didn’t have to necessarily have her. They just needed a moment, just something small for themself. All they had to do was go in and out, do what they need to do, and leave, right?

No?! Fuck… why am I thinking of actually doing this?

Kris turned and tossed in their bed, fighting every nerve in their body. Each second that passed, their terrible, shitty plan started to sound less and less bad. Kris knew it was just their mind tricking them, trying to force their hand.

They wouldn’t let it happen…

Is what they had foolishly believed, but watching themself slide open their window, leaping out onto the soft, slightly damp soil, they cursed under their breath. They shouldn’t be doing this, but it was all but too late. They took the leap, and now have to deal with it.

Sprinting down the road, their feet kicked at the pavement, going as fast as they could. They didn’t know Dess’ sleep schedule at all, but she had to be asleep at 5 A.M. 

Reaching the tall metal gate, they heaved their body up, nimble limps making quick work of the ornate gate. Passing over the top, careful not to tear something on the pointed tips, they dropped down onto the Holiday residences driveway.

Now at a calm (as calm as they could be) jog, they eventually stumbled upon the side of the house that led to both sisters' bedrooms. They considered going straight into Dess’ room, but it was too risky.

Instead, their attention was directed towards Noelle’s open window. Going through her window was much safer. If Noelle woke up, they were capable enough to fabricate some bullshit excuse of why they were there, and if she didn’t, it was a straight shot to Dess’ room still while being much quieter than directly through her window.

Launching their body up, their small fingers gripped the paneling, scaling up the house. Reaching up to Noelle’s window, they carefully maneuvered their body through the window, landing somewhat gracefully on Noelle’s floor. 

Standing up and dusting themself off, they glanced at Noelle to see she was thankfully still asleep. Walking slowly, they made their way to her door, opening it and sliding through.

The balcony and foyer of the home was cold, the norm for their house. They had distant memories of Dess bundling them up, serving them hot cocoa, taking care of them. The pit of guilt in their stomach racked even further, and for a moment they considered just turning around, running home.

But they silently asked for forgiveness as they creaked open the door to Dess’ room. 

Walking in, they were met with the sight of Dess sprawled out on her bed, head hanging limply off to the side of her pillow. Her bed faced away from the closet, instead having the foot of the bed face the wall separating her and Noelle’s room.

Kris creeped closer to the bed, listening to Dess’ soft breathing. Now right at the edge of her bed, they looked at her face, relaxed and calm. They felt a pull from their body as their pants stiffened. Biting their lip, they reached forward, carefully gripping the blanket and pulling it down.

Kris was unsure how many people knew, probably just Dess, Asriel and now themself that Dess slept topless, but it was a shock that didn’t go unappreciated. Looking at Dess’ breasts, slowly shifting as she took in steady breaths, they silently mewled.

Tucking their fingers in the hem of their pants, they unabashedly pulled their pants down, letting their already dripping length spring free. They reached forward, lightly touching themself and suppressing a moan. 

Their hand ran down their full length, collecting some of their pre-cum and smearing it in, lubing their hand further. They started to pump at their length, biting down hard on their lip as they stared at Dess’ body, stuck in a trance. 

Unable to hold back, they reached a hand forward, lightly brushing their fingers around one of Dess’ nipples. They watched in ecstasy as she shook lightly, her breath growing short as she unconsciously let out a small whimper. The noise made Kris’ cock twitch needily. 

Still working their hand diligently, their hand moved to pull the blanket down further, revealing some basic basketball shorts. Their hand carefully roamed around Dess’ chest and stomach, feeling over her soft fur, whining at the notation that her fur grew short and trimmed as their hand lowered.

Their hands ran small fingers over her thighs, eventually finding home between them. Their hands felt at her sex through her shorts, crooning at the warm feeling that emanated against their fingers. 

Pressing their hand into her clothed cunt, they watched in awe as Dess twitched and squirmed, her legs kicking softly. She let out a few pants, mixed with small moans. Both of Kris’ hands worked tentatively, rubbing at Dess’ groin and pumping their own closed fist across their cock.

Dess’ face twisted as she moaned, becoming increasingly pent up. Her hands gripped tighter at the sheets, holding on as her pants became louder and hotter. She mumbled out Asriel’s name a few times, which worked to only increase the shame Kris would feel later.

Kris’ hips stuttered as they whimpered, their cock throbbing needily. They held their breath as they choked out a small moan, unfurling and covering Dess’ chest and breasts in their cum. At the same time, Dess’ moans reached an apex and her hips bucked up into Kris’ hand. Kris could feel their hand dampen from her discharge.

As they retracted their hand, pulling up their pants, they surveyed the scene in front of them. Clarity set in, and they felt terrible. But watching as Dess stirred particularly hard, they quickly backed up, quickly dipping out of Dess’ door.

They made their way back through Noelle’s room and out her window, sprinting back towards their house. Once they were back in their bed, they finally took a moment to think. Nobody would know it was them, right?

Everyone except for themself…

Maybe this hadn’t been the greatest idea…

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The thoughts never ended. Every day, every night, they kept shouting inside Kris’ head. Just an urge, an intrusive thought that should never be fed. 

They wanted Noelle, badly, and they wanted so badly to be closer to her. Everything stood in their way however. She liked Susie, and they had been friends for so long, people assumed it would just never happen. It was like fate was mocking Kris, putting the one person they wanted more than anything behind multiple roadblocks.

Well… maybe, they didn’t have to necessarily have her. They just needed a moment, just something small for themself. All they had to do was go in and out, do what they need to do, and leave, right?

No?! Fuck… why am I thinking of actually doing this?

Kris turned and tossed in their bed, fighting every nerve in their body. Each second that passed, their terrible, shitty plan started to sound less and less bad. Kris knew it was just their mind tricking them, trying to force their hand.

They wouldn’t let it happen…

Is what they had foolishly believed, but watching themself slide open their window, leaping out onto the soft, slightly damp soil, they cursed under their breath. They shouldn’t be doing this, but it was all but too late. They took the leap, and now have to deal with it.

Sprinting down the road, their feet kicked at the pavement, going as fast as they could. They didn’t know Noelle’s sleep schedule at all, but she had to be asleep at 5 A.M. 

Reaching the tall metal gate, they heaved their body up, nimble limps making quick work of the ornate gate. Passing over the top, careful not to tear something on the pointed tips, they dropped down onto the Holiday residences driveway.

Now at a calm (as calm as they could be) jog, they eventually stumbled upon the side of the house that led to both sisters' bedrooms. 

Their attention was directed towards Noelle’s open window. They knew she liked sleeping in the cold, even though her house was already freezing.

Launching their body up, their small fingers gripped the paneling, scaling up the house. Reaching up to Noelle’s window, they carefully maneuvered their body through the window, landing somewhat gracefully on Noelle’s floor. 

They looked over to see that Noelle hadn’t woken up to the noise. Crawling up quickly, they silently crept over to the side of Noelle’s bed. She was asleep on her side, arm tucked under her pillow. 

They stopped and reevaluated everything. They could leave, right now, and everything would be fine. They could just go back to their house and stick with masturbating to photos they had of her. Kris didn’t have to ruin everything just for one night of pleasure…

But their body started to move again, pulling at her blanket softly, slowly revealing the basic shirt and shorts she slept in. They could already view the definition of Noelle’s chest through her shirt, but that didn’t stop them from reaching forward, pulling up the shirt to reveal both of Noelle’s breasts. 

Kris could feel their pants stiffen, and they hastily fumbled with their pants, nervousness and shame still rushing through their body. Finally freeing their cock, they softly stroked themself just to start off, quietly moaning under their breath. 

They pumped steadily at themself, looking between Noelle’s face and her body. She was positioned perfectly to accentuate her features, curves running all along her body… it only worked to pent Kris up more.

Kris walked forward, leaning their body over Noelle as they jerked away. Pressing their erect cock against her chest, they carefully massaged her nipples with the tip of their length, making Noelle’s brow furl, her mouth opening to pant.

Their hand traveled down to join their length, carefully massaging her other breast. Noelle squirmed as a few small whimpers leaked from her throat. Kris spotted the blanket shifting as her thighs rubbed together; she must be having a wet dream from this…

As they continued to pump away, they pulled their cock away from Noelle’s body, a string of pre-cum stretching as they backed up. Looking at her face, her brow was curled and her eyes shut tightly. Her mouth was parted slightly as she panted, a small puddle of drool forming next to her mouth on the pillow.

Kris’ throat choked for a moment as the thought passed their mind. Dignity out the window, they were hellbent on finishing this off. Moving closer to Noelle, their hand lightly cupped her chin, moving her slightly to allow better entry.

They bent their knees down, moaning as they slid their cock into Noelle’s mouth. They stopped just before they fully hilted themself in Noelle, and they watched in stunned pleasure as Noelle squirmed and moaned, but didn’t wake up. 

Kris backed their hips up, slowly stroking in and out of Noelle’s mouth. Their length quickly covered in her saliva, allowing them to increase their pace. Noelle’s face continued to contort as her thighs rubbed, trying to chase some form of friction. 

Noelle’s mouth was moist as Kris continued to thrust into her mouth, her chest softly rippling with each thrust. They could barely contain themselves, proceeding to hilt fully in Noelle’s mouth. 

Their hips shook as they mouth-fucked their sleeping best friend, moaning quietly under their breath as they let loose, spewing thick ropes of cum into her mouth. Each twitch of their cock painted the inside of her mouth white, and as they pulled out, a small dribble of cum leaked out, staining their pillow.

They quickly pulled their pants back up. Kris hadn’t meant to finish in her mouth, and now that they had she would wake up at any moment. They were about to dash to the window and leave, but they stopped.

Quickly, they fumbled through their pocket, pulling out their phone and snapping a quick photo of the aftermath. Shoving their phone back into their pocket, they leapt out the bedroom window, listening as Noelle started to shuffle in her bed, most likely waking up.

They tried not to think about it on their way home, confused on why they decided to go through with it. They hadn’t fully thought out the consequences, not particularly for themself but for Noelle.

She would wake up with cum layered in her mouth, her blanket on the floor and her shirt pulled up. Kris grimaced thinking of it, silently kicking themself in the foot. They climbed back up into their bedroom, sighing as they sat down in bed.

They opened the photo on their camera roll. If they were truly ashamed, they would delete the photo, right?

Kris silently sent the photo to their hidden folder, shutting it off and placing it facedown on their dresser.

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Susie walked quickly, hands tucked into her pants. She kept her head down low, trying to avoid looking at anybody outside. Keeping to herself was a familiar and accepted occurrence; she didn’t need people prying into her business or… feelings (blegh).

Outcast was a simple way to put her relationship with Hometown. Ever since she got here, she’d always been on the blunt end of weird looks, always assumed to be the main cause of trouble around town.

Susie just found it easier to accept it, take the blame for everyone. Being feared was enjoyable, it scratched that small itch in her brain. She’d always been told since a young age that nobody would want to love her, nobody could love her. She was a mishap, a failure, someone you look at once and pity.

She didn’t want those fuckers pity, so she curled fists instead, thrashing and slamming whatever dared to step up to her. It caused her to lose what little friends she had, and she lost her spot in school, being expelled from most of them in the vicinity of her home.

The only place that would take her anymore was Hometown High, forcing her to move there with the wasteful bums she had the displeasure of calling parents. They didn’t care about her expulsion track record as long as there were schools to take her when she got kicked out of the last, but being forced to move seemed like the last straw for them.

They, rather forcefully, made sure she knew how much she’d be done for if she got expelled from this one. So reluctantly, she stuck to the script, going to class and just lurking. She still radiated fear like she was made of it (which in a sense she was…), meaning she was still well known and feared around town.

She expected everything to go normal. Coast through senior year, leave everything behind and find something to live off of in some random city.

But everything had gotten flipped on its head, ever since she fell into that closet with Kris. 

It had been a few weeks since then, and everything was just… different. She no longer lived with her parents, them abandoning her to go to Vegas or some shit that Susie didn’t bother trying to understand. She was no longer “friendless”, she had Kris, Ralsei, that odd shy girl Noelle, hell, she’d even consider Nerdly to be her friend…

But there was something else now. All her life she was told she couldn’t be loved, and she believed it.

So why did she look at Kris this way? Why did she foolishly stare at them a little longer every day? Why did some foreign feeling twist in her stomach every time they did something, like a small flame growing in her stomach?

She bullied Kris relentlessly ever since she got to this town. They looked like the most obvious target, quiet, shy, a normal looking family, decent grades. They ticked every box that Susie needed to bully them, which was albeit very few boxes, but still.

She couldn’t fall for them after all of that! Everything she did was under the pretense their life was perfect, but in the past weeks she’d discovered just how bad Kris had it. While Susie resorted to using her fists and anger, Kris specialized in putting on a mask, acting like everything was fine when secretly it ate at them.

God… she felt like such an asshole. Her throat would always tighten at the pure thought that some of those scars that dotted Kris’ arms and thighs were from her, and what she did to them. 

And she felt like an even bigger asshole as all this time, not once did she ever apologize for everything she did. Well, that’s what she was set out to do as she walked up to Kris’ house, knocking on their door.

After a moment, Kris pulled open the door, their bangs shading their eyes and their small frame curling underneath Susie. 

“Kris, wassup?” She said, shooting a small grin. Behind her smile, her mind kept eating at her, looking at them. Was she why they hid their eyes? Sunk their shoulders that far? Hunched their back like they were always tired?

They quietly opened the door further, inviting Susie inside with a simple, “Hey”. Susie looked around, and Kris immediately clocked her intent.

“Mom’s not home right now… she’s with…” Their voice grew silent as they continued to walk forward, leading Susie upstairs. Susie could piece together she was with that skeleton man from that one night she saw them together… drinking. Another thing she wished she knew before abusing Kris.

As they both stepped into Kris’ room, she shut the door behind them both. Turning to Kris, who was standing in the middle of the room, she cleared her throat.

“Um… Kris? Can I t-talk to you about something?” She asked, surprised at just how shaken her own voice sounded. She hated being this vulnerable around anyone, but Kris deserved it. 

“Yeah?” They responded, turning to face Susie. Even if they were smaller than Susie, she still bore the full weight of their hidden stare. Susie quietly started to pace around the room as she talked, unconsciously walking circles around Kris as she spoke.

“I just… I gotta…”

“I gotta apologize, man.”

Kris looked confused for a moment, but let Susie continue.

“When I first met you, I picked on you a ton because… well, it looked like you deserved it. I just saw your life and thought you just had it amazing, and I singled you out for it or whatever… and I’m saying I shouldn’t have.”

Kris opened their mouth to speak, but stopped as Susie’s voice picked up, cracking slightly.

“And y’know, now that I’m “friends” with you, at least, I hope we are friends, I realize how shitty you h-have it, and now I feel like a complete a-asshole for what I did!”

“Sus—” 

“Everyday I wake up thinking I fucked your life up more and more, like I’m the cause of everything. I s-saw your… your scars once, and I c-can’t help but think I caused them!”

“W-What? No, Susie I—”

“And I don’t think I deserve to be your friend. I’m a really bad person, man, and I hate how I can l-look at you now and just… want you. I don’t deserve your friendship, and I definitely don’t deserve to love you how I do, so please just tell me you hate me…”

“Please just tell me you hate me so I can leave, and not have to feel terrible for what I did anymore.” She finally ended, tears welling up in her eyes. She was on the opposite side of the room now, facing Kris and the door.

She couldn’t see Kris’ face, but she imagined they looked pissed, that mask they put up for everything else shattering for Susie. She imagined she would be out in the rain again in a few minutes, digging through bins to find dinner.

But Kris stood silently. They looked down at their hands, picking at some dirt under their nails. They looked back up, mumbling something under their breath.

“You…” Susie braced.

“You love me?”

…

Susie’s face instantly blushed as her jaw tightened. She wasn’t exactly thinking about what she was saying, she was just trying to put all her feelings on display. 

“K-Kris, I didn’t mean to say that, I was just—”

“Do you?” Kris added, their palms wringing together nervously. She bit her tongue, thinking before letting her head hang limply.

“Y-Yeah…”

Kris walked forward, and Susie stepped back at the same time. Kris inched closer, and Susie’s back hit the window, blocking her from doing anything. Kris got right up in her face, and her face deepened into a different shade or purple.

Kris was mere centimeters from her face, their hidden eyes silently judging her. She bit at her lip, tension growing at a steady pace. 

She opened her mouth to say something, but Kris finally broke past the barrier, leaning in and planting their lips right onto Susie’s. She gasped into the kiss, and Kris’ hands shot to her arms, holding her softly and caringly. 

After the initial shock, she melted into the kiss, her arms moving as much as they could and holding Kris’ waist. Her eyes closed as she leaned back into Kris, deepening the kiss further. Her tongue flicked around Kris’ mouth, causing them to make some obscene noises.

Kris’ hands started to move, exploring her sides and back, carefully wiping their dainty fingers across each one of Susie’s features. Their hands slid up and down Susie’s chest, feeling across her stomach and shoulders. 

Breaking off the kiss, Susie panted heavily, staring at Kris with wide eyes. As they blankly stared at each other, she carefully lifted a talon, brushing a piece of Kris’ hair out of the way to reveal a singular, crimson eye. 

“K-Kris?” 

Kris was breathing heavily, and they quietly whispered out under their breath.

“Y-You… you love me?” It sounded like they were trying to convince themself what they heard was true. Susie laughed humorlessly, trying to break some of the tension in the room. Kris leaned in again, kissing Susie even harder.

Susie’s back pressed up against the window glass as Kris’ hands became more determined, roaming roughly over Susie’s body. It’s like they had been holding back the urge to explore every inch of her for years the way they were acting.

She wanted to do the same so badly, but she felt terrified touching them at all, like she would hurt them. She just leaned into the kiss more, relishing in the light taste of pie crumbs and cinnamon on their breath.

She gasped loudly as Kris’ hands snuck down past Susie’s waistband, feeling the sides of her thighs. Hearing the gasp, Kris quickly pulled their hands out and backed off on the kiss. They wiped their mouth for the spit that had gathered, mumbling from behind their sleeve.

“ ‘m sorry…”

“N-No, Kris, wait—” Susie blurted out. She quickly shut her mouth as Kris looked up at her, waiting for an answer. She didn’t really know what she was looking to say. Did she want this with Kris?

After a moment of reflection, she knew she really did. She just couldn’t help but feel bad, like she didn’t deserve any of this. It all felt so quick, going from confessing she loved them to messily making out against Kris’ window, but a tug in her heart made her just want to go faster.

“I-It’s… it’s fine! I was just surprised…” 

Kris wasted no time in leaning back in, their mouth sloppily moving against Susie’s, inexperienced and needy. Their hands ducked back underneath Susie’s waistband, their fingers tracing, trying to find the fabric of her underwear.

They smirked into the kiss a little. They’d always wondered what she wore underneath those pants, and they couldn’t help but admit it made their heart thump harder now knowing it was nothing. They thought about ways they could tease her with this, but their mind was racing at everything in front of them, they couldn’t even start to make out words.

Susie broke off the kiss, pressing her head back against the glass of the window. Her hands had moved off of Kris’ waist, pressing against the sill of the window behind her, gripping tightly from anticipation. 

Kris’ hands finally passed against Susie’s sex, and she grunted harshly. Kris ran their smooth, soft fingers across her folds, tucking a small bit of their finger into her cunt. She opened her mouth, letting out a shaky breath. 

Kris held back a grin. Their relationship with Susie was… interesting. They hated her for what she put them through, but after the first dark world with her, they subtly set that grudge behind. They foolishly believed they would just be basic partners, working to save the world and nothing else.

But they would be lying if they said they didn’t enjoy being her friend more. Every moment they spent with her in the dark worlds, light world, anywhere with her felt like a blessing. She was secretly kind, and as much as she tried to hide it, she was just as soft as Noelle even.

And right now? After seeing her so strong and tough all the time now slowly breaking under their touch, it did a funny thing to their heart. In their mind, watching her struggle to keep her composure from their sloppy, inexperienced hands paid back for what she did tenfold.

Slowly, Kris extended a digit, plunging their finger up into Susie’s now dripping cunt. She took a sharp inhale of breath, holding it in as Kris’ slowly worked their finger, pushing in and out of Susie sloppily. Susie finally was forced to breathe, causing a small moan to finally slip out with it.

After the first, it was like a large dam broke, Susie’s voice shaking as she spewed out tiny moans and whimpers. Kris’ thumb roamed, finding Susie’s clit with ease and pressing into it, causing her knees to buckle. She grabbed the side of Asriel’s dresser, holding herself up.

Susie watched as Kris slowly moved, their free hand tugging at Susie’s pants, letting them fall limply to the floor. She watched as Kris kept full eye contact with her as they inched down, dropping to their knees.

She had to look at the floor to view Kris now, and she’d be lying if she said it didn’t turn her on more. Kris’ newfound lower angle allowed for even more movement, sliding a second digit into Susie’s cunt.

Her grip tightened, and she could’ve sworn she cracked some of the wood on the windowsill. Kris worked both their hands diligently, one sliding two fingers in and out while the other caringly massaged at her clit.

The hand on Asriel’s dresser moved to cover her mouth, trying and failing to block the flood of praises and moans coming out of her mouth.

“K-ah— Kris, I don’t— mhn— know what to do…”

Kris looked up at her, pressing deeper into her clit, causing her to shudder and moan loudly. They smirked as they responded snarkily.

“...Come…” 

Susie closed her eyes, focusing on the numbing sensation of Kris’ fingers running through her body, clutching and playing with her clit. Sucking in a breath, her thighs squeezed together as she bucked her hips into Kris’ hand, chasing the pleasure. She moaned Kris’ name unabashedly as she came.

Kris’ hand became soaked as Susie’s juices leaked out of her, trickling down the inside of her legs. Their face caught a few stray drops of discharge, which they wiped off with their sleeve. 

Susie relished in her afterglow, looking at Kris’ small frame and features under her. She could hardly believe any of that just happened, just she was reminded how real it was when she felt Kris’ fingers leave her cunt, making her whine softly.

Finally gaining her composure, she was able to speak again. But the ability to speak didn’t translate to her ability to think, which she was still far from recovering.

“K-Kris, I-I-I don’t… know w-what to say…” 

Kris had to suppress a gigantic smile. A strong feeling of pride sat in their chest knowing how mindless and hot they left Susie. 

“Say nothing then.” Kris whispered out. Susie’s mouth hung open limply as she watched Kris shuffle forward on their knees. They kneeled down in front of Susie, pressing their face up close to her body. Their nose was left wet as they stuck their face into her swollen cunt.

Susie let out a small moan as Kris stuck their mouth up, kissing her sex. 

“W-What a-are you… are you d-doing it again?”

Kris didn’t respond verbally, instead kissing at her cunt again, flicking their tongue up into her folds. Susie’s knees faltered again, her sex being overstimulated, still recovering from her earlier climax.

“You— ahn… you’re killing me, man…” 

Kris’ hands wrapped around her body, grabbing the back of her thighs as they pressed their tongue up into her cunt. Susie gasped loudly at the sensation, her mind running thoughtless once again.

One of Susie’s hands grabbed at Kris’ hand, steadying herself and pressing Kris in further at the same time. As Kris lapped their tongue, their hand which was still wet from their earlier fingering snaked underneath their own pants and underwear, using Susie’s wetness on their fingers to touch at themself. 

They shook as their fingers passed over their own folds, and they moaned as they slipped a finger into themself. Susie watched as Kris dutifully touched themself as they ate her out. Kris pressed up on their knees, shoving their face deeper into Susie’s body.

As Kris stuck their tongue in further, twisting and feeling around the inside of Susie’s walls, she was quietly moaning, trying to hold them in again. Kris ran circles around their clit, making them shiver and buck their own hips. 

Kris looked up from their kneeling position, seeing Susie’s face twist and beam with pleasure as she fought back moans, shaky pants replacing them. Their free hand moved back to the front of her sex, thumbing at her clit again.

She yelped, her clit extremely raw and sensitive. It only helped in making her more pent up quicker, almost immediately reverting back to a whimpering mess above Kris. 

The small enby tentatively rubbed at both their clits, fingering their own cunt and licking out Susie’s. Eventually both the heroes were reduced to nothing more than leaking, whimpering messes with each other.

Susie’s walls clenched around Kris’ tongue as she moaned, cumming for the second time. As Kris lapped up all of Susie’s juices, they came at the same time, their knees shaking on the floor as they soaked their pants through.

Kris fell backwards, pulling their tongue out of Susie and dropping on their ass, exhausted. Susie’s legs finally gave out after what felt like hours of shaking and shivering, falling onto the ground next to Kris.

They both reached at the same time, embracing each other. Kris tucked their head into Susie’s neck as she sniffled slightly, comforting each other in their afterglows. Susie was borderline clawing at Kris’ back, gripping them like they would disappear if she let go.

“K-Kris… I’m sorry…”

Kris paused for a moment, listening to Susie’s rapid heartbeat through her chest. Kris could convince themself they still held a small grudge against her, but ever since that first dark world, they couldn’t be happier to call her their friend.

“It’s okay, I forgive you.”

Hearing those words for the first time in her life, she killed off whatever dignity she had left, sobbing into Kris’ hair as they held her close on the floor.

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“Kris, why is this such a touchy topic for you?”

Kris wringed their palms together, nervous. They shifted uncomfortably on Noelle’s couch, and their eyes kept darting around the room, almost expecting something to pop out at them.

“I-It’s just I enjoy being on bottom, okay? It’s n-nothing else.” Their teeth clattered a tiny bit, barely audible, and based on how cold Noelle’s home was, most people would assume it was from the chill. Noelle knew better.

“No Kris, it is something else. You aren’t even submissive anymore, I'm basically just using you in bed!”

“T-That’s what I want… I like being able to let go, let you enjoy yourself. I do too, don’t worry—”

“No.” Noelle said, extremely sternly. The often frightened small doe was someone you wouldn’t expect to be so direct and impeding when you first looked at her, but when it came to protecting her friends, she wouldn’t stop at anything. 

“You can’t say that Kris, because you don’t enjoy it.” Noelle took a few steps forward, softening her tone seeing Kris’ jumpy reaction to it. She knelt down in front of Kris on the couch, facing them just below eye level.

“Kris… I don’t know if you remember, but Christmas last year…?”

Kris’ heart instantly shattered. They knew what she was bringing up. Noelle had to steed herself as she was starting to choke up. 

“Y-You… you were crying, bawling y-your eyes out while w-we were doing it. That’s not normal, Kris.” 

Kris wrapped their arms around themself tighter, bringing their knees to their chest. They were starting to shudder, and their lip flapped around as they took in shaky breaths.

“I w-was just p-p-playing it u-up, Noell—” Kris couldn’t even finish their sentence before tears started streaming down their face. Noelle quickly sprang up onto the couch, sitting next to Kris as she hugged them.

“Please Kris… please just tell me what’s wrong…” Noelle mumbled out into Kris’ sleeve. They hunched over, small tears dropping into their hands. Kris swallowed what little composure they had back, wiping their hands off on their pants.

“I-I’m fine, really. I’ll top next time, o-okay?” 

Noelle pulled back from Kris’ shoulder, her own eyes now glossy with tears. Noelle always had the ability to attach to other people's emotions; happy when they are happy, cry when they cry…

“If you don’t want to tell me, I won’t pry, I just don’t want you not to be in control…”

Kris hesitated for a moment, still thinking. Eventually, they plastered on the best smile they could for Noelle, hot tears still trickling down their face. 

“O-Okay, I love you Noelle…”

The rest of the night passed by quickly, and Kris eventually shambled home to sleep. What Noelle was suggesting wasn’t from a place of selfishness, Kris knew she was perfectly fine with their current sexual arrangements, it’s just how Kris acted.

And they couldn’t blame her. The feeling of powerlessness they got, it was crushing, but it kept them alive almost… it… it reminded them of her. 

Kris choked up, a weird noise emanating from their throat as the thought crossed their mind. They felt the bed shift next to them as Noelle turned her attention to the noise, softly resting her hand on Kris’ shoulder.

“Kris? Are you alright?”

“Hmm? Yeah, I’m fine…” Kris responded, snapping out of their dissociative daze.

“Are you still… fine, with this?”

Kris quickly nodded their head. They were determined to get through this, not just for Noelle, but to prove to themself they could. Kris crawled over to Noelle, who was propped up on her pillow, already holding her hands out.

Noelle wrapped her arms around Kris as they leaned in, kissing her lovingly. They took the initiative, pushing their tongue into Noelle’s mouth, brushing over the roof of her mouth, her tongue, the insides of her cheeks. Noelle squirmed slightly, letting out a small whimper. 

Kris had to blink rapidly, refocusing on Noelle. Their hands moved up, groping and grabbing at her through her shirt. Their thumbs rubbed over where her nipples would be, pinching and grabbing through the fabric, making her moan sweetly, which Kris swallowed up immediately.

They had no experience in this field, so they simply replicated what Noelle would do, tugging at her shirt without question. Noelle broke off the kiss, moving her arms up to assist Kris as they pulled her shirt off, throwing it to the side. 

Now exposed, Kris pulled Noelle in, wrapping their mouth around the front of one of her breasts. Noelle’s grip on the bedsheets increased as she tilted her head back, crooning softly. Kris licked at her chest, making it raw and sensitive before pulling back, popping it out of their mouth quietly.

Kris kissed her caringly, tilting her chin up, making her whine. Noelle pushed down at her pants, shuffling them down to her knees and kicking them off, now leaving just her underwear to cover her body. Kris looked at her underwear. Usually, she wore some form of Christmas themed panties, par for the course with her, but today she was wearing some plain black panties.

“Thought a small change wouldn’t hurt, no~?” She whispered sweetly. Kris almost lunged at her, pulling the underwear off swiftly and chucking them off to the side, far, far away. Noelle giggled as Kris leaned in for another kiss, assuming they were just pent up.

In reality, they had never wanted to see that color underwear ever again.

Pushing it to the back of their mind again, they continued to kiss at Noelle as she unbuttoned their pants for them, pulling both them and their underwear down in one swoop. Noelle palmed their length, rubbing up and down their shaft.

Kris moaned softly, still looking into Noelle’s eyes. They were trying so hard to put on a brave face, they hoped the reality of their feelings weren’t breaking through. Everything felt so… wrong. They didn’t like being above her, no matter how consensual, it felt wrong to put her in a position they knew too well.

They tried doing what they thought was hot, licking their fingers before pressing them to her cunt, softly rubbing at her folds. Kris felt a little bit of weight off their shoulders as Noelle bit her bottom lip, moaning at Kris’ smooth actions.

Sliding one of their fingers in, they carefully pumped it back and forth, pleasing Noelle as her grip upon their cock increased, making Kris grunt softly. Kris fumbled their thumb around, playing at her clit and making her body tremble. Kris once again felt like quitting.

But instead, they leaned down, lining up both their sexes. They looked back up at Noelle, getting their last piece of confirmation before pressing forward, sliding their cock into Noelle’s slick, needy cunt.

She gasped loudly, moaning deeply into Kris’ shoulder before falling back on her pillow, shrinking underneath Kris. They bit their lip, but not out of pleasure; it had been quivering for god knows how long.

They pressed their hips deeper, watching as Noelle’s expression slowly grew wider and more pleased. Fully hilting themself in Noelle, they grunted as they rolled their hips softly, trying to derive more pleasure out of this position. Noelle seemed to love her, her head falling to the side as a small string of drool leaked from her mouth.

Kris backed up, thrusting back in and bruising Noelle’s cervix, making her whimper loudly, grabbing Kris’ sweater. The way she grabbed at them twisted their stomach, forcing a hand onto Noelle’s shoulder to steady themself, which only worsened the situation as Noelle winced from the sudden action. 

I’m doing it… okay… I’m doing so good— Don’t say that. Stop, please, don’t think of that. 

Kris steeled themself, biting down hard on their tongue to break them out of their mind. Looking at Noelle, she carefully raised an eyebrow at Kris’ sudden hesitation, which they just met back with a small smile, continuing their thrusts.

Each grind of their hips felt wrong, like an intrusion. Their hand on Noelle’s shoulder started to tremble, and they were starting to breathe funny. Looking at Noelle underneath them, squirming with each slap of their bodies, her eyes screwed shut and her head turned away, panting and drooling heavily over her pillow. 

Then she said it.

“F-Fuck Kris… 

… you’re doing so good…” Dess chirped, her arms pressed against Kris’ shoulders as they twisted. They tried to say something, scream, silently beg, plead, promise, wish, anything— but the tape pulling against their skin stopped anything from being said. 

They tried worming out of her grasp, breaking off, but ironically it seemed like every single one of their struggles moved their body in the perfect way to get Dess off more. Dess’ moans filled the room, and Kris wanted nothing more than to tear their own ears off, and their eyes out, rip their limbs apart.

Eventually they stopped, letting all control slip from their body as it fell limp underneath her.

And drifted into somewhere else in their mind.

Somewhere nicer.

… you’re doing so good…” Noelle chirped, Kris’ arms pressed against her shoulders as she twisted. 

She became puzzled, feeling small drops of something hit her chest, and opening her eyes, Kris’ face was leaking tears all over her body. She sat up, grabbing Kris’ face, horrified. Their eyes were stuck wide open, glossy. 

“K-Kris?! What’s going on?” Noelle asked, visibly concerned. Kris’ body heaved as they held back a cry. 

“ ‘m fine… I c-can k-keep g-going” Kris slowly choked out, barely audible as anything above a whisper would just push more tears out. Kris’ hips slowly grinded, pushing deep into Noelle once again, making her yelp out in much less pleasure than before.

“Mnnha— Kris, stop, you aren’t o-okay…” 

Kris mumbled, giving Noelle another stroke. She whimpered at the feeling. Kris’ hands shook on top of her shoulders as they pushed their hips faster. 

“K- ahnn— Kris, stop.” 

Kris continued to slide themselves in and out of Noelle. They had to please her, less they wanted to face whatever consequence she had lined up for them afterwards. Sometimes it was physical, other times they would get verbally berated, only a few times it was just… 

They let out a whimper, bad memories stabbing at their neck. More tears flooded down their face as they picked up their tempo. Satisfy her, then it was all over. That’s it. Simple. Do it and be done. 

“K-Kris?! I said stop!” Noelle forced out through pants, placing her hands on Kris’ chest and pushing harshly. Kris fell back on the bed, covering their face and holding an arm outstretched, blocking an invisible attack.

“P-Please, D-Dess, I'm s-sorry!” 

After a second of silence, they peeked out from behind their hand to see Noelle sat back on her calves, looking at Kris with bewilderment. Her face was a mixture of everything; sadness, anger, confusion, understanding… but mostly just concern.

The room felt cold, and the pair quietly looked at each other. Noelle moved her arm towards Kris, just for a second, and their face squinted as they backed up a little bit, flinching at her movement. 

Seeing Kris flinch, it was like every domino in Noelle’s head toppled. Her arm fell limply as she stared at Kris, their face burning and twisting with shame and grief. It all started to make sense now, why Kris was always so distant when Dess was around, how the moment she entered a room, Kris’ eyes always seemed to lose their light, turning glossy and broken.

Kris, who was leaning on one of their elbows, dropped their arm that was in the air, dropping their head at the same time. It slipped out of their mouth. They didn’t mean it, they didn’t want to shatter Noelle’s illusion of her sister, but it was all out the window.

“K-Kris? Did—”

“Stop.” Kris spat, their bangs handing low in front of their face.

…

“Kris, plea—”

“I said s-stop…” 

…

Noelle opened her mouth, wanting to ask again, but hearing Kris’ shaky, broken voice just sucked all the air from her lungs. Kris’ hands moved at a snail pace, still sniffling their nose as they pulled their pants up haphazardly. 

Noelle, unsure of what to do or say, simply followed Kris’ lead, pulling her own pants back up, grabbing her shirt and pulling it back on. Kris’ entire body looked fake almost, like a limp ragdoll as they stared down at nothing. 

They slowly started to shuffle to the edge of the bed, standing up. Everything felt heavy, like millions of weights tied to their back. Their mind felt fuzzy and twisted, like a scratched record. They took one step forward, then another, then one more.

Everything flooded their brain like a tidal wave of pain, repressed memories from years of dissociation resurfacing, attaching themselves to Kris’ brain. It was like a film reel, every bad moment from that time replaying in their eyes. They took another step, then another. 

They were in the middle of the room now, halfway to the door. They felt their hands numb up, as if they had been sleeping on them, a staticky unnerving feeling spreading across them. The same feeling crept into their legs, reverberating through their body with each step, another one, and another.

Kris felt everything go weightless around them as their knees gave out, plummeting them into the floor. They heard the cry of someone, hands grabbing at their arms, their face, shaking their face rapidly, searching for signs of life. 

And then everything crept into black.

It felt comfortable, it felt like home. It was their little mind sanctuary they would escape to during those nights with December. 

Sometimes they imagined playing with Noelle. Other times having fun with Asriel. The occasional TV time with their families.

This time, it was their favorite one.

Playing baseball with Dess.

To Noelle, their face was moving rapidly, mouthing the same words over and over again.

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Asriel laid back on his bed, scrolling mindlessly through some different apps and websites. He sighed, resting his arm on top of his head, stopping every once in a while to look up from his phone, see if anything in the room magically changed from the last time.

His mind drifted slightly, and he started to filter through things in his mind. Summer vacation had been endlessly boring, mostly just hanging around at home or, reluctantly, with Dess. Maybe he could go to the city with Kris? What were they doing anyways?

Opening his messaging app, ignoring the multiple lines of messages he had from Dess, friends, and other random people he couldn’t care enough to respond to, he sent a text to Kris.

yo

 

you feel like going to the city? find sum food to eat or something

Sucking at his teeth impatiently, he tapped the case of his phone as he waited. Eventually, a few small dots appeared, and shortly after, a message came through.

yeah fine with me, just let me finish things up with susie rq

 

thirty min, tops

Asriel sent back a simple okay, tapping his phone against his head. Thirty minutes was long enough to be boring, sure, but too short to really do anything else. Tapping his head rhythmically against his headboard, he tried thinking of something to do.

Out of almost nowhere, he felt himself stiffen against his pants. Almost subconsciously really. Grinning slightly, he swiped open his phone, pulling open the messaging app once again.

hey 

 

come over

Asriel immediately began receiving messages back, but he didn’t bother to look. They’d all eventually lead down the same path anyhow, Dess showing up at his door. He turned his music up, closing his eyes and tapping his head to the beat. 

A couple minutes passed, about three songs worth when Asriel heard the knocking of their front door. Lazily swinging his legs off the bed, he got up and stretched, taking his sweet time to turn his music to a different playlist and stretch. 

Eventually, Asriel took himself downstairs, stopping to look through the kitchen cabinets, the fridge, eventually grabbing a popsicle. Grazing through the rooms, he got to the front door, swinging it open.

December Holiday stood behind it, holding her phone awkwardly in her hands. She smiled seeing Asriel open the door, waving lightly. Asriel motioned her into the house, closing the door behind him.

“Hey, so what’s going on?” Dess asked, leaning against Asriel. He just shrugged in response, unwrapping the popsicle and throwing it in his mouth. Dess sucked against her teeth awkwardly. She had been expecting a response, but sure.

“Um… anyways, you never ended up responding to me about last night?” She offered, hoping a more drawn out question would elicit a response. Asriel huffed just slightly, small bristles of hair on his exposed chest fluttering as he sighed. Dess scrunched her face seeing how he was almost… annoyed she was talking to him.

Pulling the popsicle out of his mouth, he scowled looking at the small purple icicle, leaking small droplets of grape flavored water on his fur. 

“Ugh… grape. Wasn’t really lookin’ when I grabbed it.” 

Dess bit at her lip. It was so clear he was avoiding the question, but why couldn’t Dess call him out for it? She could imagine herself now, barking at the golden boy, putting him finally in his place. It would’ve been a long time coming anyhow.

But she couldn’t muster the courage. As much as he was popular, he was level headed, and definitely not aloof. He could bullshit his way out of prison if he wanted to, hell, he might have to one day. 

So Dess bit her tongue, changing courses.

“Here, I'll take it! You know I love grape anyways.”

Asriel’s eyebrows creased up, like he was learning new information before chuckling and shooting Dess a slick grin. 

“Nah, it’s alright babe, I got it.” He said smoothly as he dropped the popsicle in the trashcan in passing, heading towards the stairs. Dess watched in disbelief as Asriel bent his arm up, licking the remnants of the popsicle off his arm. He caught Dess’ elongated stare.

“What? See something you like?” 

Dess couldn’t start to believe the audacity of the monster in front of her. Last night began to creep back into her head. 

Asriel had come over, and Dess popped a simple question, ‘What should we do for my birthday?’. In normal couples, usually they would go about planning maybe… a small get together, or maybe a dinner date. 

It hit Dess like a bag of bricks when she suddenly realised how much their relationship was far from those of ‘normal couples’, as when the question was asked, Asriel shrugged and said ‘Not like I’m gonna be there anyways’.

After careful questioning, it was unearthed that he made plans for the week of her birthday without realizing, and more importantly, without telling her. A good boyfriend— a normal boyfriend… would’ve cancelled their plans, right? 

Asriel refused to. Well, more like refused to answer, still dodging the question even after the night had passed.

As much as she wanted to point all of this out, to berate, scream, yell at this asshole in front of her… she couldn’t. Without realizing, she was scared to lose him, her best friend.

Unknowingly to Dess, Asriel had her all but wrapped around his finger, and he loved it. She was subtly taught to be scared of things without him, to not question things about him, to go with the flow. Asriel thought it suited her. 

Dess had been a friend ever since they were young, and he never particularly paid attention to her. They were in the same classes for years, neighbors, forced playmates via their parents, but Asriel had no intention of growing their friendship anymore than that.

It was Asriel and Kris against the world, it always had been, and Dess wouldn’t change that. But he couldn’t help but admit that high school puberty fit her well. It fit Asriel better, but he’d advocate in saying she was one of the hottest girls in school.

And it was painfully obvious their whole life Dess had an incessant need to please and impress those around her, which when put together with Asriel’s subconscious ability to ignore and tune out people he didn’t particularly mind, it was like a timebomb.

Dess fell to her knees for Asriel, and Asriel didn’t mind having a small toy around to relieve certain… pleasures. To most, it looked plain and simple, the two neighbors, friends for years, ended up together.

To Dess, she had a flawed boyfriend, but nothing being a good girlfriend couldn’t fix, no?

To Asriel, he had a toy. Someone to lay pipe on, to subtly control at his whim, which is exactly what he had planned as they both walked into his room, music basing from the speaker atop his desk.

Flinging the door shut behind him, he rested a hand on Dess’ back, twisting her around to kiss on her face. Dess had barely any time to set her phone down or to throw her bag off before Asriel backed her up, tipping her over onto his bed.

Dess gasped lightly, surprised. She quickly tried taking her bag off, but Asriel leaned over her, snaring her within his legs. As he leaned down, he nipped at her neck, making her whimper softly.

“A-Ah, Asriel, careful with my bag.” 

Disregarding her statement, he saw an object between him and his reward. Grabbing the bag, he slung it over his shoulder lazily, letting it drop to the floor, spilling some of its contents about. Dess sighed, quietly pouting before Asriel leaned back in, marking her neck with small purple welts.

“Asriel, my mom is going to see these…” She quietly mumbled out to Asriel’s displeasure. He growed softly under his breath, doing unspeakable things to Dess’ lower body. 

“It’s alright… I want them to see…”

Dess’ stomach fluttered as Asriel kissed down her body, mouthing at her breasts through her shirt. Dess stifled back a small moan as Asriel’s hand lowered, thumbing at her sex through her low cut jean shorts. 

Asriel tugged at her shirt, throwing it off her body and to the side. He snapped the strap of her bra off, also throwing it to the side. One of his paws massaged into her breast as she moaned.

Standing up off the bed, Dess rose to her knees, still on the bed. Asriel was tall, his waist at face height with Dess on the bed. Undoing his belt, he let his pants drop to the floor, his half mast length throbbing slightly in front of Dess, almost hypnotizing her.

“Open.” Asriel commanded simply. Dess followed, opening her jaw. Asriel leaned forward, pumping his cock until it steadily rose to an erect state. He probed the front of Dess’ face with his shaft, making her giggle softly before sliding his length into her mouth.

He made a small mumble under his breath as Dess felt the pressure build in her throat as he slid further in. He almost fully hilted himself in her mouth before she felt the tip of his cock press the back of her throat, making her gag slightly.

Asriel took Dess’ hands in his own, placing them on his chest. Dess started to rub at his body as he steadily withdrew himself, before slamming roughly back into Dess’ throat. The sudden roughness made Dess cough, her hands gripping into themselves.

Dess’ hands shot back up, clawing at Asriel’s toned chest as she gagged him back. Asriel lowered his hand, feeling his own length protruding a shape in Dess’ throat, making him purr quietly. Dess continued to bob her head back and forth, stopping to cough and gag, slobbering more spittle onto Asriel’s cock.

Asriel bit at his lip as he looked down on Dess. “Say you’re mine…”

Dess started to bring her head back to let Asriel’s cock breathe, but Asriel snuck a hand back, cupping her nape and keeping her attached.

“No no, like this…”

Dess swallowed back a thick amount of spit before continuing to suck down the length of Asriel, her mouth only moving so much as she desperately tried to obey Asriel’s request.

“Ioam… yooauurs—” Dess choked back as spit entered her windpipe. She tried retracting her head to cough it out, but Asriel’s hand kept her fully locked onto his cock.

“My name… say my name.” Asriel hummed, a grin forming upon his face. Dess’ felt a few tears well up from her growing asphyxiation as she mumbled out, unconcerned with the amount of spit she was leaking from her mouth and onto her body.

“Iaaum… Azwwrieols…”

Finally, Asriel slid his length out of Dess’ mouth, letting her lean against his body for support as she coughed out the spit in her lungs. Wiping the spit from her mouth and the small tears from her eyes, she should feel bitter. She should feel angry. However, she could only focus on if she had pleased him.

“D-Did… did I do good…?”

“Mmmhn… you could’ve done better.” Asriel responded, watching with lazy, half lidded eyes as Dess continued to drool about his bed. The only thing that had crossed his mind the whole time was how much of a bitch the sheets were going to be to clean.

Asriel put a hand on Dess, moving her around like a doll and placing her on her stomach, her knees propped to allow her backside to face up into the air, her face smearing whatever was left on her face onto the sheets. 

Placing a hand on her and using a thumb to spread her open slightly, Asriel unceremoniously slid himself into Dess, groaning as he hilted himself inside her. Dess squealed, her hands fighting to grip the sheets.

Asriel leaned forward, pressing his hand against Dess’ head, shoving it further into the bed as he unabashedly fucked her, each slap of his hips making her vocalize, small pants and moans filling the room. 

As his grunts grew louder, he leaned further into Dess, making her squirm and wiggle under the intense pressure behind her. Each stroke of his cock rubbed against her perfectly, and she reached a hand under her to dutifully rub at her clit as Asriel continued to thrust deeper in her.

Dess pressed her nose down into the bed, moaning deeply. Spurs and praises left her mouth, egging Asriel on further.

“F-Fuck… Azzy, ple— aahn— PLEASE!”

“Please what~?” Asriel grunted out behind her. The demand made her shudder, clenching her walls around Asriel’s thick cock. 

“P-Please make… ha-ah— me c-cum…” 

Dess could feel herself tipping over the edge, Asriel’s cock grinding against her perfectly, hilting and bruising her cervix repeatedly. Dess slid a digit into her cunt, assisting Asriel’s cock albeit unneeded. She was right there, so close, and she could feel herself start to spaz when…

A phone buzzed next to them. Asriel stopped his thrusts, leaving Dess a whimpering, leaking mess under him. He leaned over, grabbing his phone and checking the notification.

“Kris is waitin’ on me.” Asriel stated quickly. Without warning, Asriel started to jack-rabbit his hips into Dess, letting out a guttural moan as he bottomed out, filling Dess’ womb with his hot ropes of cum.

Dess let off a few moans, but Asriel’s sudden hesitation had left her at square one, leaving her climaxless. Asriel pulled out of Dess, grabbing her discarded shirt and wiping his cock clean before throwing the shirt back down. 

Dess flopped onto her side, Asriel’s residue slowly leaking out of her as she watched him. He slid his phone into his pocket, retrieving a hoodie and his keys before turning back to Dess.

“Don’t forget to take your pill or whatever. Or don’t, I won’t stick around anywa—” Asriel mumbled out the last part of his sentence, shutting the door behind him. 

Dess slowly pushed herself up, looking at the room around her. Her still aching cunt, leaking Asriel’s finish over his overly stained sheets. Where her head had been, smeared with spit. Her shirt, ruined with Asriel’s cum. Her bag, still spilling out its contents on the floor. 

She swallowed back a potent feeling of dread in her throat, her lip quivering slightly and unknowingly as she slowly picked up her things off the floor. She couldn’t stop herself from letting a few tears seep from her eyes.

But it didn’t stop her grabbing her phone off the ground, swiping open through blurred eyes, finding the messaging app and