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Noelle had a great deal of trouble finding reliable resources regarding how to deal with her mating cycle; there is plenty of information out there on how to alleviate her it, but much of it was misinformation and the rest was tradwife bullshit (“It’s actually healthier to let your estrous cycle happen unimpreded.” “Your natural instincts as a woman are begging you to listen.” “You should be getting pregnant whenever your cycle comes around ”). This was a terrible dilemma for her since she had no good and easily accessible resources to turn to as she began puberty. On top of experiencing some combination of both heat and rut symptoms, her sister was gone, presumed dead, her father in the hospital and doesn’t go through heat, her mother… is harder than steel, and the library almost always has Berdly stationed there. By this time, Kris has abandoned her, Asriel has left for college, she’s never been so close with Toriel that she’d ever visit her alone, and Catti wouldn’t be of much help. As a result, the first year she experienced her mating cycle, she was completely and utterly isolated.
This isolation led to what Noelle frequently describes as the worst week of her life. Her longing for her best friend, sister, and father reached a fever pitch as she faked an illness to get out of school, resulting in true isolation for a week. Not that Noelle really remembers how long it was, those days after Dess disappeared blended together for a while, and this was especially so during her first mating cycle.
She lied in bed almost the entire time. Her general lack of appetite combined with her heat and depression reducing it further meant that she didn't eat for days.
“Kris please… why’d you leave?”
She'd curl up into a ball and place a hand between her thighs, providing only the slightest relief.
“Dess… I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry”
Within a few days, she didn't have the energy to sob; only weakly rubbing against her hand and letting her tears flow freely. Carol found her by walking in unnanounced with a bowl of soup in one hand.
“Noelle, eat this. It will-”
Carol, seeing her daughter's state, gave her a single once over and sighed.
“Foolish child, you shouldn't have lied to me. Eat this.” She takes Noelle's free hand and pulls her upright, forcing the bowl upon her. “It's hot and will help. I'll be back in a few minutes, finish it before then.”
Carol had returned with some supplies and drinks she knows help alleviate estrous, as well as advice on how to deal with the few rut symptoms the child was feeling. She also, of course, gave a long lecture about lying to her.
The year after, she was much better prepared. She had the standard medicine to minimize estrous and ruts in all ruminant monsters, she had the recipe for the drinks her mother makes when her heats are too severe to simply power through or doesn’t have much time for herself, and had 100%, completely, and utterly dealt with the loneliness stemming from the lack of her father, sister, and best friend.
Even so, there is no amount of preparation that can make up for a lack of experience in this regard. She had never experienced the inexplicable feeling of being hypersensitive to the position of every person in a 5 foot radius before this year, so every time Susie so much as twitched in the same room as her, her brain hyperfocused. In addition, she was lying to herself about her loneliness—to the point where there was one time Kris went to ask for an eraser during class by tapping her shoulder, and she jerked around, almost putting their hand in a vice grip.
To her great surprise, Kris sneaked into the Holiday manor the night after that altercation. They did not speak to Noelle, nor did they even go to see her. They did not stay long, nor leave any indication that they visited besides the songs they played on her family’s piano. She remembers those few songs vividly, and still wonders what possessed them to visit that day.
Noelle finds it almost frightening how quickly she and Kris fell into a familiar rhythm upon reconciling. It was only familiar, not the same of course, as everything has changed since they were kids. They still withdraw sometimes when the brainworms begin eating at them, filling Noelle's heart with a kind of fear she's never experienced at any other time. During those moments of withdrawal, she desperately reaches for them to prevent them from leaving again, pulling them close to her chest (sometimes literally, always metaphorically) until they assure her the brainworms are gone and they won't leave again. Their assusrance is always a lie as the pair dance together like this every few months instead of getting therapy, licking each other's wounds whenever necessary.
Noelle's wounds are less immediately obvious than Kris’ so she likes to act like she's the normal one in her friend group. She lost her sister ages ago, and had to kill her corpse years later to save the world. Her father couldn't bear the shock and melancholy of seeing his missing daughter “alive” and her subsequent death at the hands of his other daughter. He died not long after the prophecy was proven false. Her mother has only just begun recovering from the breakdown she had after Rudy’s death over a year later, having left Noelle alone to handle the fallout.
Noelle doesn't hate her for it, the thought of Dess coming back must have kept her going all these years, and the subsequent loss of her beloved must have been too much to bear in too short a time…Those may be excuses though, as Noelle is secretly a little happy to know that her mother does, in fact, love her children.
Kris and Noelle didn't have a dramatic reunion or anything. They never truly got the chance to talk about what happened after Dess disappeared during the week the Dark Worlds were discovered. They were still contending with the prophecy after all, and then their hearts were too raw afterward to have such a discussion. One day, some few weeks after Dess was killed again, Kris found Noelle weeping in their room. They embraced her and she reciprocated; she hasn’t let go ever since.
The morning of her estrus after her family fell apart again, Noelle appeared at the Dreemurr house and took hold of Kris until they agreed to come to the Holiday manor. Kris knows she still goes to school every day, so they send a quick text to Berdly saying Noelle is ok and to tell Alphys she won’t be there today. Probably tomorrow too. She went all the way to the Dreemurr house to get them in nothing more than sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, so something is clearly wrong. Upon lentering the living room, Noelle let go of them very hesitantly and they take the chance to glance around. The house is in severe dissarray compared to how they’re used to Carol keeping it, and they don’t really care about that, but they know Noelle does so they ask,
“Why?”
A long pause.
“You tried leave me again.”
They’re silent for a long time.
Finally, they open their mouth to respond, but Noelle preempts them with a smile.
“Faha! Don’t worry about Kris! You’re…” Her face falls briefly before she replaces it. “I know it’s been rough for you.”
“…sorry”
She ignores them.
Noelle takes their hand to fill the silence, and realizes it’s still dark in the manor.
“I guess I forgot to turn the lights on as we came in. Why didn’t you say anything? Let’s go, ok Kris?”
Without waiting for a response, she walks to the entrance, speaking quickly the whole time.
“You know, it’s been a little lonely in the house lately. I haven’t really needed to much since I have the whole place to myself. Faha… mom was always really hard, and it felt really bad sometimes, but I guess she was keeping me productive! I mean, you saw the living room filled with junk tossed around everywhere!” She places her free hand on the switch but does not move it. “Golly, and the kitchen Kris! I really am useless without her! I'll do better though. I will. I'll make sure she can come home any tim-”
Kris places their free hand over Noelle's.
“Elly.”
A pause.
“What's up Kris? Oh, I'm sorry for rambling like that! I guess I'm just a little stressed right now. Don't worry though, I'll be back to nor-”
“Elly. Sorry…”
“…Faha… you don't have to apologize Kris! I know it's difficult. It's really difficult, so I definitely understand.”
“I'm sorry.” Then they embrace her.
“It- It's ok Kris. It's ok.” Her voice breaks, but she got the words out.
They squeeze tighter and whine into her shoulder.
They stay like this for a long time before Noelle's arms reach up to reciprocate the hug. It's even longer until she speaks again.
"Kris, I… it's hard, you know? I need you. I always have, even when you disappeared alongside Dess. I… I don't…” At this, there's a pause as she nuzzles her chin on top of their head. “My estrus started today.”
Kris snorts into her shoulder and shifts to look in her eyes, “You want me so bad it makes you look stupid.”
“Kris, shut up!” She pulls them tight against her so they don't see her grinning. “Should- Should we go sit?”
They yip in response.
‘My puppy’ she thinks as the lights turn on and they occupy the couch.
Kris tries to sit normally, but Noelle drags them into her lap. One hand on their stomach, the other interlaced with one of theirs, and her head on their shoulder.
“Heat?” Their voice is unsteady.
She only hums in response.
They sit in silence for several minutes, Kris getting more restless the whole time. When it finally reaches a tipping point, they whine and shift in Noelle’s lap.
“What’s wrong, puppy?” She asks with sincere concern.
At hearing their title, Kris arches their back and leans into Noelle. They need to communicate with her, to talk about her outburst earlier and if this is ok even though she’s in heat, but they’re a puppy right now and fuck she’s scratching their belly. Their thoughts are rapidly being replaced with the desire to lean back further and lick at her face, but they somehow claw their way back to personhood and wrench themself around so that they’re facing their friend. Ignoring her shocked expression and the growing something underneath them, they shakily ask,
“He-Heat? You ok?”
A fierce blush takes over Noelle’s face as she responds. “Oh! I.. I’m… It-It’s been, um, a weird year, faha!” Desperately trying to quell the growing feeling under Kris, she flounders for a moment before finding her words. “I’m ok! You’re ok! Please don’t leave!”
“…I won’t.” They mutter. “Bathroom.”
“Oh! Of course!”
Noelle jumps up suddenly and catches Kris before they hit the ground—Kris would marvel at her unexpected display of strength if they weren’t a mere 80 pounds soaking wet. She takes their hand once more, and the pair stand in silence for a few moments before Kris takes the hint and walks to the bathroom. Upon opening the door, she still doesn’t seem inclined to let go, so Kris growls at her.
“Fine…” She’s crestfallen, but Noelle lets go and stands to the side of the entrance.
She doesn’t hear the sink run, and the gap between toilet flush and door opening is very short, so Noelle orders, “Wash your hands.”
They growl.
“Now, dog!”
They obey with a grumble, and come back a short minute later.
“Good puppy. So… want to go back to the living room or my room? There are some movies I've been wanting to watch…”
Kris looks at her askance and asks, “Heat?”
“It’ll be fine… I think.”
Kris thinks to tease her a little, but looks into her eyes and decides against it. “Susie likes you.”
“W-What? That's awesome I mean I like her too I mean why’d you bring her up???”
“She should visit the room first?”
Her face falls a little. Kris has trouble determining if it's because of the sincerity of her next statement or the lies within it. “…I really don't think anything will happen Kris. I’ll never do anything you don’t want as long as you’re here with me. Faha… maybe it’s the heat talking, but… I like you too Kris.”
They think for a long moment, and do not respond with words. Instead taking her hand and drawing close to let her guide them.
Kris notes that Noelle’s room is remarkably clean compared to the living room. They suppose she must clean it on autopilot if the rest of the house isn’t getting the same treatment. It looks much the same as it always has besides the absence of the deltarune rug.
“You can sit down, Kris.” They do. “What would you like to watch? I have 2 movies I'm renting: Cabin in the Woods and The Thing. Do you know either of those? I also have a bunch that I've bought but haven't had the chance to watch if you don't like either of those.”
“Cottagecore.”
“Sounds good!”
She finds Cabin in the Woods and puts it into the cd player. Grabbing the remote, she hops onto the couch beside Kris and looks at them expectantly. They try to act coy, so she spreads her legs and drags them into her lap once again.
Kris quickly realizes this was a mistake as the killings start happening. Noelle loves horror, but is also easily frightened, so every small scare makes her squeeze Kris tighter; every death has her wind around them more and more as if they're a pillow. They're normally quite used to this kind of thing since Susie does it all the time, but this is far from a normal situation.
The fact that they were a dog earlier is still on their mind, and Noelle, who normally observes Kris for the most minute of changes, hasn't paid any attention to how they've reacted to her affection the entire visit. They recognize it's mostly as a result of her heat, but it does little to stifle their joy at being needed so badly.
At the start of the movie, Noelle intentionally kept her waist farther back than her chest to not make Kris uncomfortable since, regardless of it being a weird year or whatever, she’s still in heat. As the movie progressed, however and she brought Kris closer and closer, they began to feel as if every square inch of their body was coming in contact with hers and of course she’s a freak who gets turned on by gore and fear. She’s still the girl who fell in love with horror because it brought her closer to her friends and family.
They begin to squirm a little in her lap, unconsciously seeking any friction at all between their legs. It’s barely enough to be noticed by a normally attentive Noelle, and certainly not enough for the girl to notice in her current state. As much as they’d like to tease Noelle for getting turned on by watching a horror movie, they aren’t much better if they’re getting turned on in spite of it. The movie is in the last stretch now, and they regret getting distracted after the introduction since the glimpses they’ve noticed have looked really good. There’s no way they’re going to be able to focus in at this point, and they don’t want Noelle to find them all hot and bothered, so they glance at Noelle who’s face is right next to theirs and places a hand between their legs. Noelle is in heat, regardless of how she’s framing it, and they don’t deserve to be her first experience.
Soon, Kris’ breathing becomes ragged despite their best efforts to be normal, and Noelle notices after the climactic scene of the movie. She’s about to ask if they’re ok before she notices both how how hard she is and how they’re grinding against her. She blushes deeply and tries to scoot backwards, but they’re both flush against the back of the couch at this point. Kris seems not to notice her attention, and applies more pressure between their legs. Noelle grapples with how to react to them until her mind suddenly becomes inundated with their smell.
Without thinking, Noelle grasps Kris’ chin and pulls it to the side so she can nuzzle into their exposed neck. After a few seconds of sniffing and a lick as she comes up, Noelle sees a wide eyed Kris looking at her.
“P-Puppy.” She meant as a question, but it comes out as a growl until it breaks into a whimper.
“I-I-i-i’m so sorry! I’ll leave!”
They dash towards the door, which prompts Noelle to tackle them into the wall and put their wrist in a vice grip before they can exit.
“KRIS!” She roars, staring into their eyes.
“Elly, I… I should really go, I don’t wanna take advantage of you, I can get my mom or Susie or even Berdly if-”
They’re interrupted when their mouth is covered in a rough kiss from Noelle.
“KRIS. you promised…” She starts furiously but ends pathetically, still holding their wrist tight against the wall above them.
Still ready to bolt the moment they get the chance, Kris doesn’t know how to respond. They know she’s only like this because she’s in heat, she doesn’t genuinely want them like they want her. She already has Susie, the most badass person to ever exist, she won’t need them for much longer once they confess to each other.
“I… You don’t want this Elly… I’m sorry for acting like that earlier. I’m taking advantage of you. You deserve better than me. I-” They’re once again interrupted, but this time by 2 hands on their cheeks.
“Kris. We’re the only ones here right now. Nobody else… You’re here and no one else is.” Her hands fall alongside the rest of her body as she collapses to her knees. She grasps one of Kris’ hands between both of her own and lace her fingers together, bringing the 3 hands to her forehead before continuing. “Kris, your presence is all I need. I only need you here with me and I can do anything, but you constantly try to leave; offering stupid excuses for why you’re too afraid to be here. It was you and Susie who kept me sane after we killed Dess. Your absence after Dad died made a hole even more jagged than when you left me after Dess disappeared the first time.” sniffle “I’ve kept the kitchen and dining room clean even though it’s killing me, just so that you might sneak in sometime to play our piano again. You were there for me when the Angel abandoned us, Kris, if you were to just exist with me from here on, I could tackle any challenge. But without you… I can’t even clean my house.”
Tears flowed freely the longer she spoke, but her voice remained completely clear. At the end of her speech, she sat completely still, offering no further insight into her feelings at the moment. Without a word, Kris knelt down with her and, using their free hand, cup her cheek and bring her into a hesitant kiss.
They pull away. “I’m sorry.”
She kisses them again and says, “Kris…” on their lips.
They stand and pull her up with them. “Sorry. I know… Can I?” They ask as they put their hand on the back of her neck.
Noelle manages to squeak out a yes, so they pull her down into a much deeper kiss than before. It’s rough and messy with words that cannot be said, and lasts until the pair runs out of breath.
Pulling back, Noelle has tears forming on the edges of her eyes that Kris wipes away. “Never mentioned it, but you’re everything.”
Noelle, overwhelmed as she is, cannot respond. Kris doesn’t expect her too as they take her hand and lead her towards her bed and pushes her onto it. They hesitate one last time as they get on top of her, whispering, “Can I?”
“Please…” She whines.
Without any need for further invitations, they kiss all over Noelle: her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, her clavicles. Each little kiss earns Kris a small yelp from the deer below them that galvanizes them to go further each time. Her hands explore the entirety of their back and sides, pausing briefly to grip their sweater whenever Kris touches a particularly sensitive part of her. At the same time, Kris makes sure one hand is around Noelle’s back, keeping her close to them while another explores the side of her leg and waist.
“Kris…” Noelle whines again.
With no further prompting needed, they pull back to lift her shirt off. They pause in fear just before reaching her breasts, and swallow to gain the courage to continue. When the shirt reaches her neck, she helps take it fully off, giving them an opportunity to marvel at her. Her torso lays completely bare beneath them and Kris takes as long a moment as Noelle allows to gaze at her breasts, her shoulders, her stomach, her waist, all beautiful parts of her they never thought they’d get to see.
Growing embarrassed at their dumbstruck gaze, Noelle cups their face in her hands and asks, “Do I look ok…?”
“Amazing, astonishing, extraordinary.” They reply without hesitation. They then go for another kiss and grope one of her breasts with one hand. Noelle extends a hand past their waist to grasp their ass, to which Kris responds with a grimace and flinches back.
She gives them a concerned look, but they look to be struggling to speak, so she rests her hands on their back and waits. “I, um… not… like you.” They gesture to her whole body. “All bones, not hot. Like you.”
“It's ok, Kris. You're here.”
She offers no other words of encouragement, instead, tugging up on their sweater. She stops before getting far and asks, “Can I?”
Many conflicted emotions pass across their face until they at last reply, “If you want.”
Having gotten permission, Noelle pulls them down to flip positions, and takes of both their sweater and undershirt. Their face, has become beet red and twists into a grimace as she takes in the sight of their gaunt body. Their ribs are almost visible, scars litter their forearms, and Noelle thinks she might be able to completely wrap her hands around their waist.
She gets to work placing gentle kisses down their torso, on their shoulders, on their breasts, on their stomach. She wants to kiss their scars as well, but Kris is already on the verge of tears, so she holds herself back.
“My poor puppy… I haven't been feeding you well.”
They rush to reassure her, “No it's my-!”
She puts 2 fingers in their mouth to silence them. “You've had it rough too. I'm sorry for making it all about me… Listen, Kris. There's nobody here but us.” She explores the inside of their mouth. “I know you're very harsh on yourself, but what do you want to do? There isn't anybody here to judge us.”
They fail to respond, so she asks, “Do you want to hear what I want?”
They nod slowly despite themself.
“I want you to f-fuck me senseless.”
100 thoughts run through their brain at her declaration: I shouldn't, I don't deserve her, that was her first swear, it should be someone else, I'm just a dog is that zoophilia, I can't take advantage of her, etc.
But all of their other thoughts stay in the background once this one takes hold: ‘I need her inside me.’
They grab Noelle's wrist and slowly pull her fingers out of their mouth, sucking on them all the while as if they're reluctant to let go. Without a word, they back up to pull down her sweat pants, and the moment their down to her knees, they have a hand on her sex. Noelle whimpers at their touch and, while it isn’t large, the sight of it hard as can be drives them into a frenzy. Though her knot gives them a little trouble, they quickly envelop it in their mouth.
Their eagerness is incredibly stimulating for the deer, and she begs, “Kris, w-wait!” without thinking. Like the good dog they are, they stop in their tracks, but do not pull off of her. A sort of anger fills their eyes until they see Noelle breathing heavily with tears at the edges of her eyes. Very reluctantly, they get up to take off their own pants and come back to straddle her. Still listening to their last order, they don’t rub against her but they do lean down to kiss her once more.
“Elly.” They growl in her ear. “Please.” They whine.
Noelle's voice is high and airy, still unaccustomed to being pleasured in this way, “H-Huh? What's wrong, p-puppy?”
They whisper on her lips, “I’m waiting…”
“…oh. Oh! You- You’re waiting because I…!” She pulls them into as tight a hug as possible that hopefully doesn’t hurt them. “My puppy, my obedient dog! You’re so good to me!”
Kris has started soaking the blanket now from her praise, but remains steadfast and does not move.
“Doggy, you can do anything you want with me right now. Anything, please.”
Both of their breathing has become ragged with barely held back desire. At her pleading, Kris begins grinding against her, earning them more praise from the deer below them, “Oh Angel, Kris. You’re so good to me…”
They growl again into her ear, still pinned against her, “Anything?”
“Yes, anything for you puppy.”
Though she huffs about it, Noelle lets them pull up and feels a hand on her member—pointing it towards Kris’ warm entrance.
“Oh, um, Kris? I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t think I’ll last much longer…” she says with a huge blush.
“Don’t care.” They envelop all of her at once, easily getting her knot past their entrance, prompting a gutteral moan from the both of them.
She finishes inside them quickly, but they only allow a few seconds to recover before putting fingers to their clit and moving in whatever erratic ways feel best—whatever ways might make her release in them again. Noelle begins thanking them between moans, scratching at their back without enough presence of mind to keep from breaking skin, and occasionally sobbing into their shoulder now that they’re connected. Kris realizes they’ve been crying for a while now once they see tears from Noelle. They lick at the wet spots trailing from her eyes and gently places their teeth around her neck—jumpy enough that they might flee at the slightest flinch.
Noelle doesn’t flinch, however. She roughly grabs the back of their neck and holds them there. “More.” She demands before a sob breaks through her.
The action sends a wave through Kris, causing an orgasm that makes them bite down hard enough to almost break skin. The continuous pleasure of being connected to Noelle gives them a sort of rolling orgasm where they can’t identify where one begins and another ends. They lose the rest of their ability verbalize and let their bliss be known through hard bites to Noelle’s shoulders, fingers pulling and running through her hair, and scratching against her antlers.
This goes on until Noelle bucks into them one last time, holding them tightly until there’s nothing left in her, and they both fall asleep.
When next Noelle wakes, she’s pleased to see Kris in the same spot on top of her as when they fell asleep. Their arms tucked under her back in a position that is going to kill their back once they awaken, but this sacrifice is well worth it in her opinion. They think to check the time instead of going straight to sleep (thankfully her phone is right on her nightstand) and sees it’s been 4 hours already.
Groaning loudly, Noelle tries to sit up and wake Kris.
“Kris. Kris wake up. Wake up!”
They grumble incoherently.
“I know puppy, I’m sorry. Asriel said you have to pee after you have sex or else you’ll die, so we’re going to the bathroom okay?”
They start sobbing and ask pathetically, “I’m gonna die?”
Horrified with herself, Noelle rushes to reassure them. “Puppy, no! No! You’re not going to die! You’re going to pee, we’re going outside and you’re going to pee!”
Noelle has to basically carry them to the toilet and sit them down, they’re still so exhausted.
“I know you probably won’t remember this, but I’m really glad you’re here Kris. I’ll take care of you, even at bad moments like this, so please stay with me, ok? I hope me and Susie will get married one day, and you’ll be our family dog! I need you, please remember that.”