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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.