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Noelle drowsily woke up to the feeling of something damp and sticky between her legs. With her mind still half imbued in drowsiness, she hadn't fully registered the fact that there were currently two warm, large hands clasped against her waist, and something hard pressing in between her thighs until a few moments later.
She'd gone to bed wearing her favorite Christmas pajama pants, the soft fabric worn smooth from years of use. Tiny strands of multicolored lights twisted across the red material, weaving between candy canes and peppermint swirls in cheerful patterns. She lazily cracked one eye open and looked to the side, only to now see them discarded on the bedroom floor, not far from her similarly festive-patterned underwear that lay bunched up at the foot of the bed.
She closed her eyes again. She knew what was going on. She'd rather pretend it was all a dream. Whether said dream was a nightmare or a fantasy, she couldn't tell. Perhaps it was a mix of both.
Dess continued to press her erection against Noelle, pushing her sisters slick, plush thighs together and rubbing her length in between them, her pre leaking out and dampening Noelle's dark, coarse fur.
"Good girl, Elly. So good for me," Dess muttered quietly under her breath, under the impression that her sister was still asleep. If Dess noticed the way Noelle's face contorted at the words, she said nothing.
She groaned quietly, cursing under her breath as she continued pushing her length between Noelle's thighs. She wanted more. She wanted to plunge deep into her sister, to feel the warmth of her walls clench around her, to carve a piece of herself into Noelle, permanently claiming her as her own.
She shouldn't, though. It was late. Her parents were sleeping upstairs, and the walls were thin. If Noelle wasn't awake by now, she surely would be if Dess went any further.
"Fuck it," Dess whispered. She pulled Noelle's thighs apart and lined her shaft up to her entrance. "Sorry sis, I need this," Dess mumbled lowly into her sisters ear before slowly pushing the head of her cock inside.
Noelle's eyes jolted open, and she gasped, her body beginning to squirm and struggle against the sudden intrusion.
"F-Fuck… gotta be quiet, Elly. It's late. Just let me finish, okay? Won't be much longer..."
Panic settled, deep beneath Noelle's ribs. Her heart felt tight in her chest, like someone was grasping it and and burying their nails into the soft muscle of the frantically beating organ. She didn't want this. She knew she didn't want this, and yet, she couldn't bring herself to do anything but lay there and take it, tears brimming in the corners of her eyes. She was able to mutter out a few words, despite herself.
"N-No... Dess, stop-"
"Quiet." Dess slid her length fully into Noelle's entrance, inch by inch. After a few moments of being sheathed inside of her sister, she pulled out agonizingly slowly, and then slammed back in with all of her strength, a low, pleased groan falling from her lips as she did so.
Noelle yelped, the pain from being stretched open causing her tears to flow openly now. She clamped her teeth down into her tongue until copper flooded her mouth, desperate to smother the scream building in her chest. It leaked out anyway, splintering into shaky sobs and muffled whimpers. Her stomach lurched. Saliva filled her mouth as bile crept painfully up her throat.
"I told you to be quiet," Dess scolded before wrapping her hands around Noelle's neck, squeezing hard enough to restrict her air flow, rendering her to nearly silent choked gasps and sputters.
"This is your fault, you know that, Elly? You were being too loud. Now we have to do this the hard way. You should've just stayed asleep," Dess rambled, her assault never ceasing in its intensity as she did so.
Noelle's vision blurred until the room seemed to melt together in a haze of color. Her throat burned. Every desperate attempt to drag in air only made the pain worse. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with sweat and the mucus dripping from her nose until her face felt slick and disgusting.
A sharp ringing filled her ears, and the edges of her vision darkened. In a pathetic attempt to fight back, she lifted an arm up, only for it to weakly fall back against the mattress seconds later. A desperate, awful gasp escaped from her lips, and she went limp.
Dess continued fucking her cunt with reckless abandon, now wrapping both of her hands around Noelle's waist, slamming in and out of her sister as hard as she could, each thrust bringing her closer and closer to release.
It took Dess about five more minutes—although it felt much, much longer—to finally bring herself to the edge, still mercilessly rutting into her limp, unconscious sister.
"F-Fuck, Elly, 'm gonna—" Dess whispered, shooting her hot, sticky load into Noelle's hole. She threw caution to the wind and fucked her seed into Noelle's womb, the consequences of her actions becoming a mere afterthought due to the lust clouding her brain.
Finally, Dess finished, and collapsed on top of Noelle, still sheathed inside of her warm, full cunt.
She pressed damp, sloppy kisses to Noelle's cheeks, wiping away the tears and snot that matted the fur on her face. She wiped Noelle's bangs away from her forehead and admired her still, vacant form. She smiled fondly, tracing her fingers against the small, white freckles that dotted Noelle's fur like constellations.
Noelle looked peaceful; far more peaceful than Dess had ever seen her. Her lips were slightly parted, and her brows were relaxed for once, rather than being furrowed in worry or fear. It was almost nice, seeing her so calm. Dess caressed her sisters sweaty face, wiping away the tears that were still stubbornly clinging to her cheeks. She noticed that the skin beneath her fur was a few shades paler than usual, and her breath caught.
"Elly? Wake up. C'mon, sis."
The air in the room felt thick; suffocating, almost. Dess's eyes widened, panic flooding into her veins, overtaking her admiration and arousal, instead replacing it with adrenaline and horror.
She had done this before. Noelle usually woke up faster than this.
She leaned down slowly, pressing her cold, trembling fingertips to the side of Noelle's neck.
The room went silent.
Dess felt the light flutter of Noelle's pulse beneath her fingers—faint, but there. She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, and laid back down against her chest, her dull, slow heartbeat lulling her to sleep.
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Noelle woke up suddenly, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as her eyes flew open. She tried to sit up, but was immediately overcome by a sharp, aching pain in her hips.
She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, and tried to assess her surroundings.
It was still dark; the sun hadn't come up yet. She guessed it was around five in the morning. Her clothes were notably absent. She felt a warm, heavy weight on top of her. Her bedroom door was slightly ajar, even though she distinctly remembered closing it behind her before going to bed. Her lower half felt slick and disgusting, and she felt oddly full. She looked down and saw Dess, fast asleep, still inside of her.
Her movement and panicked breaths caused the girl laying atop her to stir. "Mm... Elly? You're up?" Dess cracked an eye open, looking up at her sister. She let out a yawn, and smiled at her.
Noelle looked into Dess's eyes, and immediately started to cry.
Dess sat up, taking Noelle's face into her hands. "Shh, shh, it's over now... you're okay. You're okay. I know. You're still sore, aren't you? It's alright. Come here." She whispered softly, bringing her shaking sister into a hug. She ran her fingers through Noelle's hair softly, so gentle that it was hard to believe they were the same fingertips that left bloody, crescent shaped indents on the sides of her hips from how hard she gripped her.
The same fingertips that reached into her pajama pants while she was sleeping.
The same fingertips that were wrapped around her throat, just a few hours ago, depriving her of oxygen until the world went dark.
Her sobs stopped as abruptly as they'd begun. Her exhaustion got the better of her, and she allowed herself to melt into Dess's embrace, desperate for some form of comfort, regardless of the source.
After a few moments, she lifted her face from Dess's shoulder, trying to analyze her surroundings once more. She stared into space, her gaze snagging on the white paper snowflakes hanging from the pale blue walls of her bedroom. One of them cast a crooked shadow, and just beneath it, a small chip marred the paint.
She'd have to tell Mom that the paint needed another coat. Mom didn't like imperfections.
She found herself wondering how it had gotten there. Had she worried at the paint with a fingernail during one of her anxious spells? Had something struck the wall? Maybe she'd clipped it with an antler without noticing.
She couldn't remember. The thought drifted away before it had the chance to settle.
For a moment, the world lurched back into focus. Someone was lifting her.
She blinked, and the walls of her bedroom were gone. She couldn't remember standing up, couldn't remember crossing the hallway. One moment she was staring at chipped paint, and the next, the cold edge of the bathtub pressed into the backs of her legs.
She stared at the bathroom floor. The tiles were cold beneath her hooves. One of them had a jagged crack running through the center. Dust and darkened grime collected between the seams. She made a mental note to scrub the floors later.
The faucet hissed to life somewhere behind her. It sounded impossibly far away, as though the water were running in another room.
She felt herself being lifted once more, before being lowered into the warm bath. The instant the water touched her, the scratches and indents along her hips flared with a sharp sting as the soap seeped into them. She winced, but otherwise remained motionless.
Dess climbed in behind her, settling close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from her. Noelle shivered despite the heat of the water, though she made no attempt to pull away.
She sat quietly while Dess washed her fur. There was something strangely comforting about the care she took. She was painstakingly gentle around Noelle's neck, where dark purple bruises were beginning to bloom beneath her fur. Her fingers worked slowly through Noelle's hair, massaging shampoo into her scalp with careful, gentle circles before rinsing it away. When the water flowed over her head, Dess cupped a hand against her forehead, keeping the soap from running into her eyes.
The water went lukewarm, and Dess reached over to pull the stopper.
Noelle watched the water swirl around her legs and into the drain as the tub slowly emptied. She couldn't stop staring at it, following the tiny whirlpool with unfocused eyes until the enamel floor came back into view.
"Come on," Dess murmured softly. Noelle didn't move. She was still staring at the floor of the tub.
After a moment, Dess stood first, wrapped a towel around herself, then reached back into the tub. Noelle took her hand without thinking.
A surge of dull, achy pain shot up her legs as she stepped onto the bath mat, struggling to keep her balance without holding onto Dess. Water dripped from the ends of her hair, tracing cold, damp paths down her shoulders. Before she had the chance to reach for a towel, Dess was already wrapping one around her, rubbing the dampness from her fur with slow, careful motions. Her hands glided against Noelle's curves through the towel, lingering longer than necessary, even after the fur there had long since dried.
Noelle watched her reflection in the mirror while Dess continued patting her fur dry with the towel. Her eyes were dull; vacant, almost, lacking their usual child-like sparkle. She still felt sick, the hot water of the bath doing nothing to help with her nausea and dizziness. She was sure she'd have fallen to the ground already if Dess hadn't been holding her up.
Various bruises and scratches painted her fur; the most notable being the angry, purple ring around her neck, along with the crescent moons decorating her hips. They still stung every time Dess brushed against them through the towel. The pain was grounding, in a way; the only thing keeping her anchored to reality. She also noticed a bite mark—harsh, red, and throbbing—sitting atop her shoulder. She didn't remember how that one got there. It must have happened while she was unconscious.
Once she was fully dry, Dess wrapped her arms around her shoulders from behind, slotting her head in between her antlers and resting her chin against Noelle's damp hair.
"You know I love you, right?" She asked, her fingers gently brushing against the bruise on Noelle's neck, causing a freezing cold shiver to shoot up her spine.
Every instinct in her body told her to run. She ignored her nervous system practically screaming at her, and allowed herself to melt into her sisters touch. "I know. I love you too," she mumbled, her voice small and shaky. She saw Dess smile in the mirror. Her stomach felt tight.
Dess removed the towel from Noelle's body and hung it to dry on the curtain rod. She then turned toward the neatly folded pile of clothes—her own T-Shirt and a pair of Noelle's underwear—that she had already prepared for her sister to wear. In a careful, practiced motion, she tugged her band T-Shirt over Noelle's head, careful to not snag her antlers against the fabric in the process. She then helped Noelle stay upright as she tugged her red underwear over her thighs. Dess pressed a gentle kiss to Noelle's forehead, then began dressing herself in her own similar attire.
Before Noelle knew it, she was being picked up again. She felt warm in Dess's arms; protected, safe, exactly where she was meant to be. She tucked her snout into the crook of her sisters neck.
As Dess approached Noelle's bedroom door, Noelle let out a quiet whine in protest before Dess could push it open.
"Can we sleep in your room?" She muttered, barely audible, but Dess heard her. She had already anticipated the question. She knew it was a tad risky, but she allowed it, nonetheless. Her mother had been distracted, lately, with Rudy's slowly deteriorating health. He'd been notably weak for a few days now, rough coughs wracking his frail body—he'd lost an alarming amount of weight—far too often. He'd shrug it off and tell Carol to stop fussing over him, but Dess could always tell something was wrong.
Despite his protests, Carol became consumed with worry, so much to the point where she thought of nothing else. And so, she'd pay no mind to the two sisters snuggling in bed together. Even if she noticed the lack of appropriate clothing, or the far away look in Noelle's eyes; she would simply shrug it off as typical sibling bonding. She didn't have time to linger on it any longer than that. She barely had the time to even talk to either of them lately. She felt less like a mother, recently, and more like a stranger who happened to share the same house as them.
Dess frowned. She decided to stop thinking about that.
She carried Noelle into her dimly lit bedroom, shrouded in the pale green light of the tacky glow in the dark stars pasted lazily onto the walls and ceiling. She laid her sister down on the bed first, impossibly gentle, tugging the covers up to her chin. She then nestled in beside her, scooping her up into a hug from behind, burying her snout into her soft, blonde locks, and inhaling deep. The scent of Noelle's cinnamon shampoo lulled her into a fragile calm, and she fell asleep almost instantly.
Noelle stayed awake.
She closed her eyes, exhaustion tugging at her desperately, but sleep never came. She'd let Dess break her apart and put her back together, over and over again, for as long as it took.
That was just how Dess showed her love. Noelle loved being loved, even when it hurt. And so, she allowed herself to indulge in her sisters warm, protective embrace, making no attempt to escape it.
It was easier that way.