Assorted Lewd(text)s

by Gray_Tenebris

Summary:

Greentexts I've written that I decided to archive personally instead of hoping someone stitches them together after the fact, with the potential to expand now that I'm not bound by a 2000 character limit and a lackluster capcha system... only this time, it's the greentexts that'd warrant Assorted Green(text)s to get bumped up to Explicit.

Tags are subject to change, updates are sporadic.

Chapter 1: Noelle's Risky Photoshoot [Noelle/Kris]

Summary:

Noelle had a request to make that Kris decided to hear out. Carol attempts to wait for her daughter to scold her, only to be stunned when she comes in. A plan to continue the Holiday bloodline is begun.

Notes:

I searched high and low for the original and found nothing, so I must offer a desuarchive posting for the picture this green was a response to. My apologies, and if someone finds the actual source I'll amend this.

https://desu-usergeneratedcontent.xyz/trash/image/1725/05/1725055910912.png

>The whole thing was Noelle's idea.
>"Just a little photoshoot", she had told you.
>(What the photos were for, she never elaborated. Though you had your own ideas.)
>The photoshoot itself was fairly easy. Just set the camera on a timer, hold Noelle as she instructed you, and wait for the flash. Rinse and repeat until she was satisfied.
>Then came the challenging part - getting her home, a prospect that had a few hurdles to it.
>Noelle didn't bother to bring a scrap of clothing with her - she'd insisted that since you were just in the woods behind her home, she'd be fine.
>She had also insisted that you carry her in - something you didn't object to. (It meant more time to hold Noelle, after all...)
>The back entrance was locked when you'd returned - perhaps Dad had seen it unlocked and thought to re-lock it.
>You didn't have the key to the back - only the front (which Noelle herself had given you as a "just in case" measure.)
>You didn't think you'd have to actually use it, but here you were.
>Carefully, trying to avoid any onlookers, you got Noelle in through the front gate, in through the front door-
>"Noelle, where have you-"
>-right in the line of sight of Carol Holiday, who'd noticed Noelle's conspicuous absence and resolved to wait in the front room for her to sheepishly walk in... not expecting... well, any of this.
>The three of you collectively avoided each other's gaze for a few minutes.
>"...I'm not going to ask. Just... please inform me if you intend to go out like... that."
>Carol quickly excuses herself to another room.
>You move to get Noelle to her room.
>Trying to ignore the fact that your right hand is now damp for reasons you don't want to think about for fear of tenting your pants in an already awkward situation.
>Despite knowing in your heart of hearts that said tent had already started being pitched.
>You move faster because of this.

>Carol hears the door to Noelle's room open and close.
>Sighs to herself.
>One hand on her head, palm making contact with forehead right below her antlers.
>She wasn't mad at Kris. She imagined Noelle put him up to this and he - bless his heart - couldn't find it in him to refuse her.
>She also wasn't mad at Noelle. She was a growing girl with her needs - so long as it doesn't distract her from her schoolwork and extra-curricular activities or cause a fuss in the town, Carol was fine with her... expressing herself in such a way.
>No, Carol was mad at herself, for never having thought about such a proposition herself.
>It seemed like an obvious idea to "suggest" to Noelle in hindsight.
>"Oh well. If anything, it gives me some... ideas for later."
>Carol Holiday was a patient woman.
>...but a patient woman on a time limit is ultimately not very patient.
>And ultimately, was she really at fault for wanting to secure the Holiday family's future?

Notes:

Bonus green that kinda falls in line with what Carol's planning - the absolute last resort. (Or, alternatively, Carol deciding to go full Chrisposting to get her point across.)

>Kris, I know this wasn't part of your promise.
>But I need you to do something for me.
>Something very specific.
>...
>I need you to impregnate Noelle.
>I'll handle the costs for everything.
>I'll even explain to Toriel that it was my idea so she doesn't lash out at you.
>...she has multiple cacti, and two of them are named "Kris" and "Noelle Jr".
>If I don't intervene now, the Holiday bloodline will end with her.
>So please, make sure it doesn't.

Chapter 2: An Unconventional Learning Experience [Dess/Kris]

Summary:

December "Dess" Holiday, while keeping an eye on Kris at Toriel's behest, takes the opportunity to brush up on homework. Kris is a lot smarter and curious than a boy his age would appear. A requested further explanation goes awry as mistakes are made in the heat of the moment.

Notes:

So, uh... this is why the "Underage Sex" warning is on this one and why I bothered to make the lewder greentexts their own separate work. Better safe than sorry and all that.

>It's into winter break.
>Dess is "babysitting Kris" (Toriel's words, not her's) at the Dreemurr house.
>...really, she was just making sure he didn't hurt himself while she did homework that would be due once school started back up. (She didn't like it, but she figured if she got it done early, that'd be one less thing Mom could nag her about.)
>She flipped to a particular subject.
>Sex-Ed. Taught by one Gerson Boom.
>He'd been the one to insist on it being taught - "back when I was about their age, I was havin' a hoot of a time with the ladies - I figure if they're gonna be doin' it, they may as well be smart 'bout it! Gyahaha!"
>No one wanted to be the asshole to tell the ol' coot no - even Toriel and Mom, the two most likely to have done so, knew that an argument with Gerson Boom would be a losing one.
>So they let him teach it. (Even he admitted that was fair.)
>Honestly, despite the fuss Mom kicked over it, it was... pretty tame.
>The basics about the relevant parts, layered in the typical "be safe" talk that Mr. Boom sounded almost obligated by law to give.
>Dess had done her own... "research" about the subject - it was a LOT more involved than the talks he gave m-
>A gasp.
>Dess turned towards the source and found that Kris had stopped playing around with the library's laptop and the playing cards he'd pilfered from the school (a bit of which Dess had overheard - Kris had a bit of a penchant for... odd characters with his make-believe, and this "Rules Card" guy was the oddest yet) and had started looking over her shoulder.
>As she was handling Sex-Ed work.
>Shit.
>Before Dess could even ask what he thought he was doing, he was asking her questions about... well, everything.
>Kid was smarter than his teachers gave 'im credit for - no wonder he could read it all.
>And it was similarly no wonder that he could understand a lot of the words involved.

>...one thing lead to another, and the next thing Dess knew, she was leading Kris into his and Azzy's bedroom.
>She'd done a decent enough job trying to explain the intricacies of the material while trying to keep it appropriate for Kris (got the kid sworn, pinkie promise and all, to not repeat what she was telling him - mainly to keep Mom (and Toriel) from tearing into her because Kris asked about something he shouldn't have).
>...but Kris realized she'd been ducking certain topics. And asked for a more... in-detail lesson.
>And so, here she was - on Kris's bed, naked from the waist down.
>Giving the world's most impromptu discussion on how a deer monster's pussy worked to a human child.
>...she had to admit, at the moment it was doing something for her. Though given the context, she knew she'd be mortified later.
>...but it wasn't just doing something for her.
>About halfway through the "discussion"... she noticed a tent forming in Kris's pants.
>Kris noticed about three seconds after she did - initially trying to hide it.
>But then Dess, feeling just a twinge more indignant that she thought she should be, complained that she was out here showing everything - the least he could do was to do the same.
>So Kris stripped down and-
>-Holy shit.
>She knew it'd look different than what was in the textbooks given that he's a human, but...
>And the smell...
>...in a mix of fascination and momentary horniness, Dess broke a bit.
>And asked Kris if he would want a far more hands-on demonstration on the material.

>Dess hadn't known what to expect, really.
>Sure, she liked to give off the impression that she did a lot of stuff behind her Mom's back that she'd never approve of - she did the usual stuff like listening to music that Mom hated, smoking "unique leaves", and pick-pocketing some of Azzy's things (he still didn't know where his retainer went, the lovable goof).
>But sex had been a line she hadn't thought to cross.
>Let alone with Kris of all people.
>She'd heard that humans were persistence hunters a long time ago in history class - moving at a steady pace and slowly but surely outmatching their prey.
>Dess didn't expect that to apply to lovemaking.
>It helped that Kris was a receptive learner - quickly figuring out what Dess did and didn't like.
>Slowly gaining speed as she'd let out a good amount of pleasured moans.
>...come to think of it, he was speeding up quite a bit.
>Dess was broken out of her thoughts by Kris saying that something was happening.
>He attempted to pull out...
>...only to be stopped by legs wrapping around his hips and arms dragging him into her chest.
>"Sorry, Kris, but you're not going anywhere."
>She had to stop herself from using the nickname "Krismas" - despite acting fully in passion at the heat of the moment, Dess was cognizant enough to know that associating what was happening with that nickname wouldn't go anywhere good.
>Kris went stiff in her grasp - as warmth flooded her core.
>...Dess would realize, in hindsight, that leg-locking Kris like that MIGHT have been a mistake. Could have gone a WHOLE lot worse.
>But right now? How could a mistake feel so good?

Notes:

Another anon: "I am uncomfortable and I applaud your writing. Nice green and fuck you."
Me: "Thank you and fair enough."

Chapter 3: Plausible Deniability [Dess/Asriel]

Summary:

In a world where Dess didn't disappear, Asriel is given some... less-than-effective condoms. Dess ends up embarrassing her goat boyfriend. Toriel and Carol want grandkids, but neither wants to just tell this to their children... so some plausible deniability is in order.

Notes:

So, this was originally a more collaborative green that got stitched together. I'm going to expand on what I wrote for it. Admittedly, I'm also... somewhat shamelessly taking ideas from the rest of the anons who posted in that green. What can I say - they're good ideas.

Relevant artwork that the green was in response to: https://x.com/ROSEANN_FDPROP/status/1940535219221930454
The original stitched-together greentext: https://desu-usergeneratedcontent.xyz/trash/image/1751/55/1751557857803.png

>Asriel Dreemurr could accept getting handed condoms by his mother.
>It had come off a long-winded speech of hers - boiling down to "I understand I can't stop you and Dess from making love, but please be smart and safe about it".
>Realistically, it was the best way Toriel could have handled the situation.
>He was about to grab the condoms and go upstairs to continue talking with Dess (and perhaps end up in a situation where the condoms would be relevant if he played his cards right) when...
>He noticed something about the condoms.
>The first thing of note was the size - extra-extra-large.
>Which made a bit of sense - the only reason Toriel would even have condoms on-hand was because they were left over from her and dad-
>-and that is where that train of thought ends. He does not need that mental image.
>...but since these were left over from mom and dad's attempts to give him a blood sibling before their marriage had gone to hell in a hand basket, Asriel took a more meaningful look at the brand.
>Sustainable Condoms.
>A brand that had gone out of business a little under two decades ago.
>...now concerned, Asriel checked the expiration date on the condoms.
>Sure enough, that date had come and gone some seventeen years ago. (Funnily enough, about a day or two after Dad had found Kris and officially welcomed the little human into the Dreemurr family. Funny how that worked...)
>Condoms past their expiration date could still work in theory...
>At least, as Asriel noticed a trio of holes in the packaging, if they were still intact.
>These, absolutely not. If he wore one of these while... doing things with Dess (Asriel cut himself a bit of slack with his own internal train of thought not mentioning what, exactly, he'd be doing with and/or to Dess - college may have done a number on his innocence but he was still a child of the Angel at heart), the condom would rip the moment he got in her - and if it somehow held on to the end, what came after would surely blow it open.
>Thinking there had been some kind of mistake, Asriel did something he didn't do lightly.
>He went to confront his mother.

>"Oh, is something the matter, Asriel?"
>"...Mom, this company went out of business two decades ago."
>In Asriel's hand were the condoms Toriel had given him.
>Oh no, he didn't figure it out already, did he?
>...of course he has - her little Azzy has always been sharp.
>Toriel wanted grandkids - any good mother does.
>(And Carol does as well, but that's neither here nor there - the Dreemurr matriarch knew her grandkids would prefer Grandma Toriel anyways)
>It's just...
>She can't just tell Asriel to make love with Dess and have a baby.
>...but she can try to stack the deck to make that outcome a reality.
>Or so she thought.
>Toriel tried to play it cool.
>"Hm. Interesting. They should still work."
>She hadn't actually known that Sustainable had gone out of business - then again, she hadn't bought condoms in about as long a time, given the... situation with Asgore...
>"These expired years ago!"
>"They could still work."
>"There's holes poked in them!"
>And there it was - he'd figured out the ploy.
>So much for plausible deniability.
>...or she could continue to play the unwitting mother.
>"I don't see any-"
>Toriel was cut off by hoofsteps from the stairs and a very particular voice.
>"Miss Dreemurr, if you wanted grandkids, you could've just said somethin'."
>...and down came December "Dess" Holiday with the simple solution.
>She wasn't in her line of sight, but Toriel could hear the smirk she had.
>Unfortunately, so could Asriel.
>"Or just left it alone - Azzy can't pull out of a driveway, if you know wh-"
>"Dess!"
>The way Asriel was blushing, you'd think his fur would catch alight.
>With his discussion with his mother all but finished, he turned around to go upstairs and spend time with his girlfriend.
>With the "unintentionally" sabotaged condoms in hand.
>Toriel's plan could work out yet.
>Meanwhile, she could hear the two likely parents-to-be's discussion upstairs.
>"Oh, I "can't pull out of a driveway"? Now who's fault is that, given you leg-lock me every time I'm down there?"
>"Skill issue, fluffy-buns~"
>"Dess..."
>Toriel smiled.
>Ah, young love.

>Meanwhile, in the Holiday household, Carol was already preparing for what she saw as an inevitability.
>And that meant preparing a room for a child that she knew would be on the way soon.
>It was simple, really - Carol wanted grandkids. Any good mother does, after all.
>(And Toriel does too, but that was neither here nor there - the Holiday matriarch knew her grandkids would prefer Grammy Carol anyways.)
>She hadn't outright told Dess or Noelle that she wanted grandkids... but really she didn't need to.
>She could see the obvious love Dess and Asriel had for each other, as well as the obvious love Kris and Noelle had. She pretended not to - to give them the impression they were pulling one over her.
>But she knew.
>And she also knew that if you stick two in-love young adults in the same house together enough times, one thing will lead to another.
>Carol Holiday was a patient woman.
>And it seemed her patience had finally paid off.

Chapter 4: Solving A Heir Problem [Noelle/Kris]

Summary:

Queen manages to convince Noelle to give the "Evil Queen" thing a spin. Noelle decides that since it's a dream, it was time to take what she wants - which just so happens to be Kris. She learns a tad late that it's not a dream after all, but swiftly decides that's better.

Notes:

Relevant artwork that the greentext was in response to: https://e621.net/posts/3018089

I expected that website to be the source for a referenced picture one of these days, especially on this end of the greens.
I was not expecting it to be this soon.

>Initially, it'd just been a bit of a game.
>Per Queen's suggestion, she'd give the whole "Be The Evil(?) Queen And Command: The Peons" bit a spin.
>It was all a dream anyways - why not have a bit of fun with it?
>"Now Go Noelle Sweetie, The Heroes Are Coming."
>...right. Kris and Susie were in this dream.
>...she didn't think about them THAT much, did she?
>Regardless, Noelle got in her comfy throne that Queen had given her.
>Procured her Throwing Glass filled with butterscotch ice cream (with a cinnamon stick for extra flavoring).
>And confronted the heroes.

>"Fufufu!"
>(...perhaps her "smug anime villainess" laugh needed a bit of work...)
>"Welcome to my Queendom, Kris..."
>Susie had gone wide-eyed - like she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
>That... goat that was accompanying them (why did they look so much like Azzy's childhood pictures?!?!?!) also seemed pretty surprised.
>...But Kris, as always, was fairly neutral.
>"Nice bells."
>...and like that, Noelle was starting to blush.
>A small smile started to appear... before she quickly tamped it back down.
>She was supposed to be an evil queen right now, gosh-darnit.
>"A valiant attempt to escape your fate, but I'm afraid it won't work!"
>(Queen chimed in from the background "You Tell Him, Noelle Dearie!")
>To that, Kris smirked.
>"And what, exactly, is my fate?"
>...this was a dream. She could have anything she wanted.
>"Your fate is to be my king, of course!"
>...that got a reaction out of him, judging by his red eyes going visibly wide.
>Behind her, Queen was... well, she was thrown for a loop as well.
>("I Don't Think That Was: In The Script. But We'll Just Roll With It, Could Be Interesting LMAO.")
>Noelle pressed a button on the throne - deploying three cages.
>None of the assembled heroes could move out of the way in time and were caught in one pass, sent along to Queen's pala-er, mansion.
>"Ohohohoho~!"
>...Noelle was a fair bit better at the noblewoman laugh.
>"A Good Try, But: You Put Too Much Emphasis On The Ho's."
>...not by much.

>Noelle had Susie and the goat boy moved to their own spacious rooms.
>As for Kris... she personally took him to her room.
>She had removed the pieces of the Evil Queen's Outfit that Queen had given her (really just some red and green-striped thigh-highs, green shoes, and the bells Kris had commented on that she'd put on her antlers) and was sitting on the bed Kris was placed into in the sheer white dress she'd woken up in the dream with.
>So she waited.
>And waited.
>Until Kris woke up.
>"Did you sleep well, my king?"
>Once again, Kris went a bit wide-eyed.
>"...I know this is a dream - I wouldn't be bold enough to do this otherwise."
>"Do what, Noelle?"
>Noelle smiled.
>"Well, you see... this Queendom does need a heir."
>Noelle, despite her newfound boldness, was blushing - red as a candy cane.
>Kris wasn't much better off - the rosy red contrasting nicely with his blue skin. (Why was his skin blue? ...forget it, dream logic, move on.)
>...and despite that adorable deer-in-the-headlights look (horrible comparison, but that's what it looked like, dangit!), Noelle noticed another sign of how Kris was feeling.
>A noticeable tent in in his pants.
>Noelle put her hand on the bulge - causing Kris to shiver.
>"Aw, is this a candy cane in your pants, or do you want to get right to the fun part?"
>Despite phrasing it like a question, Noelle didn't wait for an answer, pulling the nigh-skin tight pants down to expose-
>-holy...
>Noelle was not ENTIRELY new to this. (She was a girl with urges and particular preferences, cut her a break!)
>But seeing it like this, even in a dream, had shocked her.
>Noelle could tell that Kris was just waiting to get started.
>So, she moved her robe, pulled down her panties-
>"Noelle, wait-"
>-pinned Kris's arms with her own.
>"Krismas, I think I've waited enough. I used to dream about this... I guess it's only fitting that I dream about it again, huh?"
>Lined herself up, and pushed him i-
>-it hurt.
>Not as much as she would have assumed, but... this was a dream, wasn't it?
>Dreams... dreams weren't supposed to hurt.
>...but the moan that escaped Kris's lips...
>...Noelle... didn't think she cared if it was a dream or not.
>Not with Kris inside her.
>And so, with all hesitation discarded, she pressed on.
>Practically falling onto Kris - her Kris, her king, her human - and trying her best to make him feel as good as she was.
>And she was doing a good job of it.
>"N-Noelle, I'm about to-"
>Noelle kissed him and held on tight, flipping him over.
>Putting him over her.
>He started pulling himself out of her...
>...only for Noelle's legs to meet his back, keeping him from fully pulling out and, in fact, shoving him back into her.
>"Go ahead, Kris."
>"Make me yours."
>Kris didn't last much longer than that. Warmth flooded her as Kris pushed himself to the hilt.
>Arms were wrapped around the other's body, lips met to cut off a rather loud moan from Noelle.
>For a moment, the two forgot where they were.
>"Noelle Honey Darling Sweetie, I Understand You Adore Your King, But We All: Heard You Scream."
>...Noelle was certainly ABOUT to scream.
>Though in anger or embarrassment, she wasn't sure.

Chapter 5: Unexpected Consequences [Background Noelle/Kris]

Summary:

After some subtle (not so subtle in hindsight) matchmaker ploys by Carol, she finally gets the result she wanted. Kris and Noelle are together and actively trying for a child. She's a genius.
...unfortunately, in her excitement, Carol offered to let Kris stay at the Holiday residence as long as he wanted to. And thus, Carol has to hear the two trying for a child. Oh no.

Carol eventually makes this someone else's problem.
Someone else just so happens to be a certain fluffy prince...

Notes:

This can be considered a sort of sequel to... any Noelle/Kris green I've written, as those usually have a PoV section from Carol trying her damnedest to get these two goobers to admit they're in love (or for Assorted Lewds, get these two goobers to fuck) already.

That being said, the greens that this would most be a sequel to are "Noelle has a Secret to Share..." and "Kris has a Secret of His Own..." over in Assorted Greens. It's not mandatory reading, but it does give an understanding as to how far Carol is willing to go for her plans to come to fruition.

>It finally happened.
>Carol's patience had finally paid off.
>She'd sunk a lot of money and her fleeting spare time into finally.
>Finally.
>Getting her daughter and her old friend's adopted son to admit that they wanted nothing more than to be each other's, 'til death did they part.
>They still wanted a bit of time to have a proper boyfriend-and-girlfriend relationship before they actually tied the knot.
>Carol could live with that...
>...but she did try to stack the deck to her other goal as well.
>In hindsight, she wasn't really as subtle as she thought she was.
>She'd given a grand old speech about how she knew the two of them would likely let nature take its course, and just wanted them to be smart about what they were doing.
>Already a bit out of her usual character. That kind of thing was always Toriel's hat, not her's.
>The condoms she surreptitiously slipped Kris were probably a bigger giveaway to what she wanted done, though.
>...but it seemed the human understood.
>...perhaps a bit too well.

>Carol had to admit that hindsight was being quite the petty bitch right now.
>The most crucial thing it was pointing out was that maybe telling Kris he was free to stay in the Holiday household as long as he wanted while passing him condoms wasn't the smartest idea on Carol's part.
>It did amend the "stay as long as you want" with an unspoken "so long as I get a grandchild out of it".
>In Carol's defense, she didn't expect either of them to be so loud.
>Noelle was exceptionally timid, and Kris spoke exceedingly rarely. These factors, Carol knew as fact.
>But it seemed like neither of those facts particularly mattered now, as the sounds of Noelle's moans, Kris's grunts, and a very distinct slapping sound echoed through the home.
>Keeping Carol awake, no matter how she tried to sleep.
>...soundproofing. She needed to have soundproofing done.
>...as she struggled to find some lull in their passion to let the melatonin do it's damned job.

>It took two weeks for Carol to finally break.
>She pulled Kris aside.
>"...I understand I've given you tacit permission to have sex with Noelle until you give me a grandchild, but... this is getting excessive."
>"Please, for the love of the Angel, find another place to take her for one night. I have a long meeting tomorrow and I cannot afford to be kept awake by your passion."
>...Kris nodded and went into Noelle's room. About ten minutes later, the two left - the latter confirming that she had her key to the house and the front gate.
>Once they left, Carol locked up, turned off the lights, and finished off the bottle of melatonin that had been struggling to do it's job for the past two weeks.
>And finally, blessed, uninterrupted sleep took her.
>...though not before she thought of where Kris and Noelle had gone... and put the thought of out of her mind.
>Wherever they went, the sounds of their lovemaking weren't her problem.

>...meanwhile, somewhere else...
>...Ralsei was standing over his cauldron, making popcorn.
>It was the most expedient way he had of drowning out the noise that suddenly occupied his castle.
>Kris and Noelle had arrived (the latter marveling that her time in the Cyber World wasn't a dream and that she could talk to Queen again)...
>...and immediately dove into Kris's room.
>The sounds that came out of the room shortly afterwards were... well, they were sounds Ralsei never expected to hear.
>And all the other residents of the castle decided to chime in with their own sounds to counterbalance what Kris and Noelle were doing.
>Tenna had started preparations for Mister Tenna's Marvelous Mystery Board: TV TIME Season 2 - determined to make sure his show didn't decline in quality with successive seasons like many other TV shows did. To that end, he enlisted the help of the three Mikes - unaware of which one was the REAL Mike, but not really caring much. ("I'd never complain about this sort of thing - triple the Mike means triple the help in setting up the board! Now Mikes - THE BOARD, PLEASE!")
>Lanino and Elnina had taken the opportunity to slip away - intending for their own passion to drown out the Lightners'. (Unfortunately, they slipped away into Ralsei's room - so he was locked out of it for the time being. At least he'd gotten a comfortable bed in there before he'd been kicked out...)
>Queen (after sending Lancer off to the Castle Town Cafe to ensure he didn't hear anything not All-Ages-Appropriate) really ramped up her attempts to simulate the Cyber World. To that end, she begrudgingly enlisted the assistance of the "Duketh of Puzzles" Rouxls Kaard - who was over the moon at "mine manye talents getting the recognition theyeth deserved.".
>King... simply requested that he be allowed to leave the dungeon. He was placed under the supervision of Seam (pronounced Shawm) and moved to his seap until the noises abated.
>...that was all three hours ago.
>The front door opened ever so briefly to allow Susie to enter.
>"Hey Ra- what the hell's with all this noise?"
>Ralsei - knowing he would be drowned out by Kris and Noelle's lovemaking (let alone all of the warring noises meant to counteract that particular sound) if he spoke at anything short of as loud as he could, put on... something of a cheer routine, bending his body as best he could as Susie pieced together what he was spelling out.
>"K R I S A N D N O E L L E A R E F U C K I N G U P S T A I R S A N D I T S V E R Y D I S T R A C T I N G...?"
>Ralsei, after that extensive cheer, all but collapsed on the ground, exhausted and somewhat appalled that he had to use such a profane word in his attempt to explain. Hopefully Susie knew what he meant...
>"...Wait, Kris and Noelle are fucking up stairs? Man, that's cool! I wanna go fuck up some stairs!"
>...any other time, Susie's almost comical misunderstandings of situations would make Ralsei's day.
>This was not one of those other times.
>"...OK, normally I love that about you, but. SUSIE."
>(In truth, Susie knew exactly what Ralsei was trying to say.)
>(She wasn't deaf - she knew that Kris and Noelle were upstairs having the time of their lives.)
>(...but she just really wanted to mess with Ralsei and make him lose his composure.)
>(He was kinda cute when he did that.)

Chapter 6: It Really Wasn't a Dream... [Noelle/Kris]

Summary:

Noelle realizes that the Cyber World wasn't a dream after all. Unfortunately, that not-a-dream involved Noelle playing the role of a queen... and she spent the end of it attempting to "breed a heir" with Kris - an action that has consequences outside of the Cyber World. The two decide they have to at least let their parents know the important bits...

Notes:

This is intended to follow the events of Chapter 4 of this very greentext compilation. It's not STRICTLY mandatory reading, but context is always nice.

>It'd been about two weeks since the dream about the "Cyber World".
>And in that time, Noelle had noticed some things.
>A lot of things, really.
>Firstly, Kris was spending much more time with her as of late.
>Compared to just a week ago, when he barely seemed to realize she existed, it was a stark difference.
>Then came the odd... reversal of some of Kris's usual antics.
>He wasn't trying to prank her - in fact, he spent a lot of time trying to hug her.
>Which was completely unlike him - or, at least, how he was back when they were both kids.
>...But Noelle refused to believe someone could change that much that quickly.

>...but now it was two weeks later, and Noelle noticed one more notable thing.
>She'd missed her period.
>...fearing the worst and remembering that oddly painful dream, she took a minor detour to "sans" and procured a pregnancy test.
>Apparently the janitor had stocked them because...
>"i had a feeling they'd come in handy, y'know?"
>...far be it from Noelle to question something that worked in her favor.
>She went home - the house was empty.
>As it usually was. Her mother too busy with work to be home most days.
>Noelle went into the bathroom, followed the instructions on the box...
>...and the test displayed a positive result.

>Kris.
>She had to tell Kris.
>Sure enough, the next day Noelle found him and Susie, about to go into the school's supply closet.
>...after school had let out, so it couldn't be for a supply run.
>They didn't notice her, so they went on their way - rushing in like they were going on some kind of fun adventure.
>Noelle decided to go after them - she opened the door, stepped in-
>-and fell, her outfit changing from her skirt and sweater combo to... an all-too-familiar sheer white robe.
>Noelle somehow managed to land on her feet - just in time for all suspicions to be cleared away by a familiar voice.
>"Noelle Sweetie, Is That You? How Nice Of You To Visit: My New City."
>Kris and Susie - who were just ahead and talking to Queen before she'd noticed Noelle - turned.
>Susie was the one who mustered up the ability to speak first.
>"...U-uh... this is still a dream?"
>Noelle sighed.
>And held out the positive pregnancy test. (That, unbeknownst to Noelle, she should have been REALLY thankful stayed a pregnancy test.)
>"I don't think it is, Susie."
>...Kris began to blush - cherry red chasing away the blue that his skin had become in this place.
>Susie looked at Kris. Then Noelle. Then Kris again.
>"What's so-"
>Susie cut herself off - as if she realized what, exactly, Noelle was holding.
>"...was that what that scream was back in the Cyber World?"
>"Susie, I Believe That In Hindsight That May Have Been: A-"
>"Please don't."
>Queen "blinked" (Or, rather, her visor blacked out and turned back on.)
>"Okay Noelle Dear, I Won't Tell Them."
>...as her visor cleanly displayed the word "LYING".
>No matter, Noelle would just have to take the embarrassment on the chin.
>"Kris... I think we need to tell our parents."
>The human nodded.
>The two left the Dark World...
>"...So what were you saying that sound was?"
>"In Hindsight, It Was: A Moan. Kris Must Have Done A Lot Of Things Right LOL"
>"...I don't get it."

>Carol had a very strict rule while she was in the mayor's office - people only got to go in to her office if something truly important was happening.
>Somehow, Noelle had managed to convince her secretary, Index, that whatever was bothering her today was important enough to come into her office.
>...though she hadn't expected Kris to be with her.
>"...Mom."
>And Noelle placed-
>-a...
>Carol had to blink a few times. Rub her eyes, make sure she was really seeing what she thought she was seeing.
>Noelle had placed a positive pregnancy test on her desk.
>With Kris at her side, blushing redder than her collection of heart-shaped pillows.
>"I... I see. That... that is important."
>Carol was understandably shocked.
>...she just hoped she didn't sound excited.
>"...has Kris told Toriel or Asgore yet? Have you told Rudy yet?"
>"No, Mom. You're the first. Kris... insisted."
>...well. That was a development.
>Either Kris still thought fondly of Auntie Carol...
>...or he thought that Carol would be the least likely to rake him over the coals.
>"Well, come what may, Kris, you're always welcome in the Holiday manor. Now... why don't you two go and tell the others? I still have work to do."
>The two nodded - Noelle reclaiming the test - and went on their way.
>The door shut. Carol heard their footprints grow fainter and fainter.
>And picked up the phone, contacting...
>"Index? How clear is my schedule?"

Notes:

And now, the reactions from the other parents.

- Rudy is ecstatic... but a lot of it is putting on a brave face for Noelle's sake, as he knows full well he might not ever get to meet the lil' bundle of cheer.
- Asgore is over the damn moon. Sure, he's not too keen on the timing given how the two are still in school, but he's confident that they'll be the best parents they can be.
- Toriel... Toriel takes one look at the positive pregnancy test and has Kris leave for a day, claiming she needs time to come to terms with everything. It takes a week for her to stop being mad at Noelle for "corrupting" him. A month for her to finally reconcile that her darling baby boy is becoming a father (Where does the time go?). And it isn't until the bundle of joy is in Noelle's hands that she truly comes to terms with it all.

Chapter 7: Mixed Signals...? [Noelle/Kris]

Summary:

It's after Kris's birthday. He's trying to figure out why Noelle gave him the gift that she did.

...Noelle learns that some people are confounded by even the slightest bit of subtlety.

>It's the day after Kris' birthday.
>He's just... confused.
>Last year it was handcuffs and a baggy filled with morning-after pills.
>This year it was just a condom that had holes poked in it.
>She'd even waited until the two of them were alone before she gave it to him.
>Kris knew that Noelle had a point she was trying to get through to him.
>He just couldn't figure out what.

>Meanwhile, Noelle sat a comfortable distance away.
>Took one look at Kris's utter bafflement.
>And sighed.
>She just HAD to be in love with the densest man in all of Hometown.
>In hindsight, the handcuffs and morning-after pills were a bit open to interpretation.
>But come on! Being handed a condom by a girl as a birthday gift?
>A girl that you cared for enough to where she was one of two guests you actually invited?!
>How was it possible that Kris was this incapable of picking up the hint?!

>Kris noticed Noelle in the distance.
>She seemed to be pretty upset about something.
>...he'll ask later. He still needs to figure out what this gift means.

Notes:

Noelle's being as clear as she can. She's an open book with two words in a pretty large font - "FUCK ME"
The problem isn't that Noelle is giving mixed signals.

The problem is Kris can't fucking read.

Chapter 8: Heat [Implied Noelle/Kris, Dess/Kris, and Carol/Kris]

Summary:

Rudy recruits Kris for a very specific task... by his lonesome.

A week later, Kris stumbles into Flower King. Asgore resolves to teach Kris what he can once he's awake, having been in a similar situation before.

Notes:

The reason the tagging on the chapter is "implied" is because... I'm going to be honest with you. My ability to write sex scenes is a bit on the lackluster side.

I am NOT the kind of guy that could write the absolute freight train being run on Kris on this one. You're just gonna have to take the text's word that it was intense.

>At first, Kris thought it was odd.
>Rudy had asked mom if Kris could come over "for a bit of a long project" - he'd said the human's help would be needed for about a week or so.
>Mom had initially refused, but... then Rudy went into another room with her - and spoke quietly enough that Kris couldn't overhear what was being said. Regardless, they'd emerged a couple of minutes later, with her agreeing that a week over at the Holiday house was fine.
>...it wasn't until Kris walked in that he realized why Rudy had enlisted his help.
>Not helped by the sound and sight of Rudy getting in the family car and driving out the moment Kris was in the house.
>Nor helped by the sudden tightness in his pants.
>...living with a family of goats and being very close friends with a family of reindeer tends to give you a sense for when certain things are happening.
>For example, the musky smell in the air that had brought him to full mast could only mean one thing.
>Estrus.
>...Kris thought for the briefest of moments that he would be able to just walk out of the house without alerting any of the occupants.
>A thought that was quickly dashed when the door shut right as he had begun to look out into the open yard.
>Revealing Noelle was waiting just behind the door.
>"Where do you think you're going, Krismas?"
>Her usual timid behavior was gone. Buried beneath hormonal need.
>But Noelle on her own would be easy, righ-
>"You wouldn't just leave me, Mom, and Dess to suffer through this alone, would you?"
>...yes, it would've been easy if it was JUST Noelle.
>Which is why Kris suddenly found himself as the lone (admittedly willing) source of relief for a triad of doe women deep into their respective heats.
>It was gonna be a LONG week.

>Rudy felt awful, doing Kris like that.
>But Angel-dangit, he JUST got out of the hospital.
>He didn't wanna go right back in with a broken hip because of the tripled workload - Carol in estrus was already a handful and he doubted that the fact he was their dad would stop Dess or Elly.
>Krismas'd be fine - he's young. He'll bounce back.
>...though he knew full well that the lil' kiddo was entirely within his right to kick the elder reindeer's ass once he got back.
>...same with Toriel once she realized he'd up and left Kris on his own, now that he thought about it.
>...oh well. If that was the price of avoiding another month minimum in the hospital, it was a price Rudy was willing to pay.

---

>It's a week later.
>Asgore is tending to his flowers - as he does.
>Kris walks into the store... and falls flat on his face.
>Asgore, obviously, runs over - this is his son, after all...
>...but why does he-
>Ah, right. Rudy did say he was bringing Kris in to help with Dess and Noelle's estrus.
>"I see you've had your hands full with the Holidays."
>Kris pulls himself off the floor long enough to nod.
>"I suppose two women might ha-"
>"Three."
>...what.
>"Er, come again?"
>"Uncle Rudy left me with... all three."
>...oh dear.
>"...do you... have anything else to say before I carry you to the bed to help you rest?"
>To this, Kris weakly lifted his left hand...
>...and gave a thumbs up.
>"Best week... ever."
>And like that, the last bit of Kris's energy had been spent.
>He fell fully onto the floor... and had fallen asleep right then and there.
>Asgore chuckled to himself as he picked up Kris - carefully as he could - and carried him to the bed in Flower King.
>And resolved to tell Kris once he woke up that the next time he's being volunteered to calm the Holidays in their estrus that he should stop by Flower King first.
>Carol was quite the handful back in their college days - as was Toriel.
>So Asgore knew a thing or three about wrangling monster women in heat.
>Knowledge he would gladly impart to his son to spare his hips a lifetime of aches.

Chapter 9: Sharing is Caring [Noelle/Kris, Dess/Kris, and Carol/Kris]

Summary:

In a time where Dess was found quickly after the "Dessappearance", what was once a relationship with Noelle soon results with Kris being involved with all three Holiday women. Along the way, the human adapts to each doe's... unique way of doing things. Advice from Asgore is well-appreciated to keep human hips intact.

>It had all started so simply.
>Kris had finally managed to realize how much Noelle had meant to him and asked her on a proper date.
>She'd been over the moon. The date itself was... well, probably standard first-date fare, but it was their first date, Angel-damnit.
>But as Kris took Noelle from QC's diner back to her home with the intention of hanging out with her (and seeing where that went)... well, that's when fate decided to lob a curve ball at him.
>"Hey, Elly. Hey, Krismas. I interrupting somethin'?"
>Or, rather, fate lobbed an older doe at him.
>Kris had forgotten that Dess's college schedule was different from Azzy's.
>"O-oh, Dess... uh... Kris and I were just gonna-"
>"Oh, did one of you guys finally say it?"
>"W-WHAT?!"
>To this, Dess smiled.
>"C'mon, Elly - you two have been practically glued together for how many years? Even Nerdly could tell that both of you like each other, and he's deluded enough to think he has a shot in hell with SUSIE."
>"...was it really that obvious?"
>Dess let out a quick laugh.
>"Trust me, Krismas, you'd have to be blind to miss it."
>...well. That was news to the human.
>"Now, as much as I don't wanna break you two lovebirds up, I gotta talk to Elly. Go on in, Kris."
>Kris, unwilling to object out of lingering fears of whiffleball bat correction (even though Dess hasn't done that in years), went inside...
>...just out of earshot of the two deer monsters.
>If Kris had been paying the slightest amount of attention, he would have seen Noelle's initially incredulous expression through the window.
>And the following blush and nodding.
>Not to mention all the hand motions Dess was using to make her point.

>Later that night, Kris and Noelle were in her room, talking.
>The conversation had eventually turned to all the fun things a boy and a girl could do with no supervision.
>Noelle had asked Kris if he had protection - to which, the human had pulled his wallet out to fish for a certain piece of rubber.
>...during which, Noelle's bedroom door opened and shut as quietly as Dess could manage, as she crept up behind the boy.
>Kris, in the meantime, had pulled out a condom.
>"Don't worry, I've got protecti-"
>-and was cut off by Dess effortlessly pulling it out of his hand.
>"Sorry, lil' buddy, but I don't think we're gonna be needing that tonight."
>Immediately Kris went into panic mode - trying to do anything he felt would lessen Dess's overprotective sisterly instincts-
>"Relax, would ya'? I'm not stoppin' you from having some fun with Elly."
>...Kris blinked.
>"...you're not?"
>"I just... wantedtojoinyoutwo..."
>"Uh, Dess? You kinda... mu-"
>Dess started to blush.
>"I wanted to join you two."
>"Aren't you dating Azzy?"
>...the older doe lowered her head.
>"We... agreed to give each other some time. College has done a lot to break down some of his innocence, but he's still the same "child of the Angel" he's ever been - for better or worse. I was moving too fast for his tastes."
>With the fact that Dess was currently proposing a threesome, Kris could see where Azzy was coming from on her moving a bit too fast for what he'd be comfortable with.
>"...Noelle, are you..."
>A lot of words came to Kris' mind - the chief one being "okay".
>"Y-Yes. Dess asked me earlier, and... I told her it was fine."
>Noelle's blush was bright enough to where Kris felt he could feel it.
>...there was one other point that needed addressing as Kris reached to grab the condom back-
>"No can do, Krismas. Take it from me - these just make sex feel worse for everyone involved."
>"But what if I get you or Noelle-"
>To this, Dess just laughed.
>"Can't speak for Elly, but it's a safe day for me. Besides, even if you did, Mom an' Dad'd be happy. Heck, even your old man'd be over the moon."
>Kris noticed that Dess had specifically avoided acknowledging Toriel - who stood a pretty good chance of being mad at Kris for this...
>"...Tori gave you the condom, didn't she?"
>"How can you tell?"
>To that, Dess held the condom up to the lamp, revealing-
>"I can tell 'cause it's got holes in it. Never understood why she can't just come out and say she wants grandkids. Mom does it."
>"D-Dess! Mom does not-"
>In response to this, Dess had pulled up a chain of text messages between her and Carol.
>...sure enough, Carol had in fact brought up the idea of Dess getting pregnant during her "dalliances" with Azzy, and how she was (much to Dess' shock) not opposed to the idea of grandchildren.
>"Mom absolutely does, Elly."
>Noelle's blush only deepened...
>"...not to sound like it's all I can think about, but we doin' this, or what?"

>They had, in fact, done it.
>It was absolutely surreal to Kris, finding himself in such a position.
>Noelle bouncing herself on his length while he was buried in Dess' pussy... it wasn't anything close to how he'd thought his first time would go.
>It was better.
>And that was only half of it - the two girls had switched after Kris had flooded Noelle. (Dess asking if there was anything left in the tank for her. There was.)
>The boy was being bounced into the bed inch by inch by Dess while Noelle was kissing him and moving his arms on her chest for him.
>Eventually, he filled Dess as well, which was her cue to fit herself on the bed to Kris's right as Noelle clung to his left.
>Kris fell asleep in short order, sandwiched between two beautiful women.

--

>As far as Hometown knew, Kris was dating Noelle. Occasionally, Dess would "supervise", but everyone figured that was just Dess being a protective older sister.
>No one knew that, technically, Kris was dating both Holiday girls. It was probably for the best - he doubted he could convince anyone that Dess had been the one to mastermind the agreement.
>And over the next six weeks, things had gone about as expected - spending time with Noelle (sometimes with Dess supervising, sometimes without), a few dates with the lovely doe he'd spent the bulk of his life convincing himself didn't care for him... and every other week, he was invited to the Holiday manor and had sex with the both of them - never the one on top, but he was fine with that.

>And then one day, Carol had walked in on the three of them in the act.
>"December! Noelle! How could you possibly think of treating Kris like that-"
>Noelle immediately went into panic mode.
>"Mom, Dess and I can expl-"
>"-without asking if I wanted a turn?"
>...Noelle stopped. Dess (who had kept her pussy planted perfectly on Kris's mouth) moved herself up just a smidge to allow Kris to lean up... as if she were trying to confirm she'd heard that right through the human.
>Noelle snapped out of it first.
>"...what."
>Shortly after, Dess got her bearings.
>"Mom, if you wanna get laid that badly, Dad's in the hospital. You could probably sneak in there."
>The response from Carol was... not what anyone in the room had expected.
>"I've tried. Unfortunately, I can only convince the staff to look the other way when Rudy has new pelvis injuries so many times."
>"...holy shit."
>"Language, December."
>"Mom, you walked in on Elly plowing Krismas into the bed while he eats me out like he's getting paid for it and all but asked if you could join in. I think we're past that point."
>To accentuate her point, Dess had pushed Kris back into the pillow below his head and put herself back into place.
>Carol let out a short laugh.
>"Fair point. On that note, though... none of you have responded to that question."
>...Dess once again moved herself off of Kris - to ensure his mouth wasn't obstructed.
>"Well, Kris, your thoughts?"
>Kris thought it over.
>...for about five seconds, as the mental image of Carol sitting on the sidelines, naked as the day she was born, patiently waiting her turn had set something off in the human.
>The sudden warmth in Noelle's core made it clear what Kris's opinion on the matter was as the blush on her face deepened and widened. Dess caught the meaning quickly.
>"...did he just..."
>Noelle nodded. Dess turned to her mother.
>"I don't think he minds."
>"Then, we should probably move to my room. My bed's bigger, after all."
>...and with that, the situation escalated.

--

>Kris learned very quickly that while all three Holiday women had the preference to lead in bed, they each had their own style.
>Dess, as one would expect, was very hard-and-fast - she tended to be the quickest with the boy for one-on-one sex, but consequently needed to put in the most effort for aftercare.
>Carol, in a move that surprised Kris, was incredibly gentle - in hindsight, it probably shouldn't have surprised the boy due to the more noticeable size difference in play. Because Carol was gentle with the human to begin with, her aftercare tended to be a more mutual exchange.
>(Though at one point, Kris had let slip the forbidden "M" word - "Mom" - while he was mid-climax - leading to Carol's pussy clamping down on him and refusing to let go, leaving him stuck in her for longer than usual. Not exactly ideal when she was fucking him right before an important meeting to take the mild edge of stress off...)
>Noelle initially didn't know how she wanted to approach things with Kris. She had tried every approach from gentler than Carol to more dominant than Dess... but eventually, she found her rhythm and settled into being somewhere between her sister and mother.
>And when the three worked together... Kris spent hours in Carol's bedroom, making sure the three of them were well satisfied.

>After one particularly draining week (the three of them had gone into estrus at the same time - Rudy was still in the hospital and thus couldn't help, though he'd at least warned Kris... for all the good it did the human in the end), Asgore had offered to give some advice in the event that Kris had to shoulder that particular weight again.
>(Kris did not mention how the concerning factor wasn't the amount of women he was tasked with but the frequency at which they were draining him. Despite the fact that he'd probably already figured it out - Asgore didn't once hold the job of Chief of Police for nothing - Kris didn't want to have to explain how it had happened.)
>The advice came quite in handy even outside of estrus - from the basics of proper pillow positioning to switching positions every once in a while. (Though it never resulted in Kris being the one driving things - at best, he'd end up sandwiched between two of the girls, with the one behind him directing his thrusts. Usually it was Carol.)
>So when the mating period rolled around next, Kris was well-prepared.
>Complete with Asgore's final lesson to Kris.
>Water. Lots and lots of water.
>Kris walked in with head held high... sighed as he immediately got hard upon smelling the pure, unfiltered scent of three deer in heat, and closed the door himself (somewhat startling Carol, who'd been prepared to shut it if Kris had tried to escape).

>The whole situation was something Kris could have never expected.
>But as he laid there, pinned into the bed by the three lovely Holiday women laying on top of him...
>...Kris realized he wouldn't trade it for the world.

Notes:

">Kris had let slip the forbidden "M" word while he was mid-climax
>back at the Dreemurrr house, Toriel is suddenly, intensely jealous without knowing why or of whom" -Another anon

Chapter 10: Morning Routine [Noelle/Kris]

Summary:

Noelle wakes up with Kris in her bed due to Drunk Toriel-related happenings. The doe decides to take advantage of the situation. Kris's diet might be affecting more than anyone would think.

Notes:

Fun authory fact - the title of this was going to be "The Best Part of Waking Up..."

The only reason I didn't go through with it is I couldn't think of something relating to the greentext that fit the cadence of "...is Folgers in your cup" that didn't make me cringe.

>It was a relatively normal morning in the Holiday manor.
>Noelle woke up bright and early ahead of her multitude of alarms... and noticed something.
>Kris was in the bed with her.
>...slowly, Noelle remembered why he was over - he'd come over late last night.
>When Mom had asked him why...
>"...mom's been drinking again."
>Miss Toriel was an entirely caring woman sober.
>Unfortunately, Mom had a plethora of horror stories about Miss Toriel's behavior while under the influence of alcohol. (Noelle suspected she told her these stories to dissuade her from drinking - when a sip of an unattended wine glass one night a few years ago had already hammered in that alcohol was not her cup of tea.)
>So it made sense why Kris decided to come here, to what was swiftly becoming his home away from home.
>It made what Noelle was going to do much easier. The walls of the Holiday household were much thicker than those of the Dreemurr house, after all.
>Before continuing, she looked over at Kris.
>He was still asleep. Good.
>Noelle carefully lifted the covers.
>Carefully slipped down Kris's pants and boxers.
>And was met with a sight that was swiftly becoming Noelle's favorite part of mornings where Kris sleeps over.
>The sight of Kris's cock.
>Noelle gave it a kiss - hoping that the past few months would finally show merit.
>Sure enough, months of similar treatment proved effective as the cock rapidly stiffened.
>Even if Kris didn't remember all the times she'd done this, his body did.
>Emboldened by the sight (and the smell), Noelle quickly set to work - taking a firm (but not TOO firm) grasp of it with her right hand, moving her hair out of the way with her left...
>...and taking him as deep into her throat as she felt comfortable.
>Kris - still asleep - let out a quiet moan.
>As Noelle fell into her usual pattern - moving head and hand up and down, trying to stifle the ensuing sounds as much as possible (not wanting to risk waking Kris up or alerting her mother (if she was still in the house, that is...) to what she was doing and earning a lecture.)
>Guided, as always, by the sound of Kris unconsciously moaning when she did something he liked.
>She could feel he was getting close.
>Normally she pulled back and let him finish in her hands - it was easier to clean than letting it hit the sheets.
>...but today, Noelle didn't want to clean anything.
>So instead, she removed her hand and eased herself further down his length.
>She didn't get much farther - she was still oh so new to this.
>But it was still enough for Kris's body to hit the point of no return.
>Noelle felt Kris grasp the sheets as he came in her mouth.
>...it didn't taste as salty as she'd heard it would. It actually had a fair bit of sweetness to it.
>Maybe the pies he kept eating were influencing things...?
>And so, without thinking twice about it, Noelle swallowed.
>She waited for Kris to finish. Sucked and licked as much of the mess off him as she could.
>Then carefully put him back in his boxers. Pulled his pants up. Put the covers back on.
>Slowly got out of bed.
>And started her morning routine. (Taking a bit of extra care with brushing her teeth to try and mask what just happened.)

Notes:

>Later that day, Carol went into the bathroom and noticed that Noelle's toothbrush had a very particular scent and very specific residue.
>Carol washed it off - it helped that unlike her daughter, she knew what she was doing. Though she hadn't had to use the knowledge in a while, she knew exactly how to get cum off a toothbrush.
>Still, to think she'd gone as far as that already...

Chapter 11: Odd Dreams [Noelle/Kris]

Summary:

Kris has been having the strangest dreams lately, always when he stays over at Noelle's. Dreams involving the girl in question doing things that he knew she'd never attempt while they were awake.

...or, rather, things he thought she'd never attempt while they were awake.

>Kris's dreams had been... odd, as of late.
>While he was sleeping at home, things were fine.
>Unfortunately, Toriel had been drinking more often.
>This factoid, coincidentally enough, coincided with sans becoming a more active partner for her - and thus, a more present presence in Kris's life.
>...and, also by sheer coincidence, this coincided with Kris opting to spend the night at the Holiday household quite frequently.
>In fact, the Holiday manor had become a home away from home at this point.
>The first few times, Carol had been a bit concerned with why Kris was coming over so frequently...
>...but after the tenth time in a two week period where Kris cited Toriel hitting the bottle, Carol's expression was less concerned and more exasperated.
>(She'd even handed Kris a key, in the event that he came over and found the door locked.)

>But still, Kris was having weird dreams.
>Dreams of Noelle... doing things that she'd be far too timid to do outside of them.
>Dreams of Noelle doing lewd things to the human - jerking him off, sucking his cock...
>...hell, the most recent couple of dreams have involved titjobs so convincing that Kris had to give Noelle a good few looks because there was no way she had the bust for that, right?
>(Turns out she did - that sweater did a very good job of concealing that fact of Noelle's growth in the years they had drifted apart. No wonder she was convinced Susie had a tail she was hiding...)
>...given the content of these dreams, Kris knew that he could never talk about it to Noelle.
>She'd probably think that Kris was coming over so often to get with her, or that he was only thinking with his dick.
>So he just never talked about it.
>The dreams weren't bad. So there was no harm, right?

--

>...Noelle felt that this would be pushing things too far. That this would be the point where Kris woke up and realized what she was doing.
>She should feel ashamed, doing this to her best friend...
>...but as she positioned his cock against her pussy lips, all she could think about was how good this would feel for the both of them.
>Noelle started slow at first - short, yet deliberate movements, rubbing their parts against each other.
>...she could tell that this felt good for the human, judging by his moans... thought judging by their relative lack of volume compared to Noelle's stifled breathing, this was better for her than him.
>Her own rising pleasure was reflected in her movements growing bolder... and less controlled.
>At one point, she lifted herself just a bit too far away, breaking contact - and when she came back down-
>Noelle's eyes slammed shut in pleasure as she caught herself before she could moan.
>Kris, being asleep, was not as reserved with the sounds that came out of his mouth.
>When she'd lifted herself away, Kris's cock had moved enough to where on the descent it was lined up perfectly to enter.
>Noelle had heard that one's first time would be painful, but... she didn't feel any pain at all.
>She should get Kris out of her pussy, get him back in his pants, and pretend this didn't happen...
>...but the pleasure the mere act of insertion brought her said otherwise.
>So Noelle changed her positioning.
>And let instinct take over.

--

>...this new dream of Kris's was the weirdest yet.
>It was another dream of Noelle doing something Kris was firmly convinced she'd never do - but this one seemed to be what the other dreams were building towards.
>Noelle was over him, slamming her hips onto his as his cock was deep in her.
>...it felt so real. But... Noelle would never do something like this. She didn't like him like that.
>...but this was a dream. He could have this here.
>In the dream, Noelle slammed down, shoving his cock as deep as it could go as she squeezed around him.
>In response... Kris thrust upward and finished himself, shooting deep into her.

--

>-Had Noelle been even somewhat more cognizant, she would have realized Kris had moved.
>But lost in her orgasm as she was, she didn't even register that Kris had made the final push himself. She didn't even realize he was cumming inside her until she sat back and felt the warmth in her core.
>Whoops.
>...oh well. Today was probably a safe day anyways.
>Noelle got off Kris. Made sure she didn't make too much of a mess of him, cleaned off what she could.
>Got him back in his boxer, in his pants.
>And kissed him.
>"Maybe we can do that again sometime."
>One of Kris's eyes opened ever so slightly as he raised a hand to his head, as if to wipe the sleep out of his eyes.
>"O...kay..."
>...and like that, Kris was back asleep. Dreaming not of a lewd encounter with the doe, but of a simple, loving life with her.
>Completely unaware that he'd terrified the hell out of Noelle, if only for a few seconds.

Notes:

>Carol silently shut the door to Noelle's room and walked away.
>The walls of the Holiday manor were decently thick, but not completely soundproof.
>Really, when she noticed the cum-stained toothbrush, she really should have seen this coming. But still, Noelle was moving faster than Carol could anticipate.
>Noelle was taking initiative - Carol could respect that.
>Especially since it got her close to two of her long-term desires - her daughter getting together with the human boy she oh so clearly loved, and Carol herself getting grandchildren.

Chapter 12: The Sleepover, Side A [Background Asriel/Chara]

Summary:

Asriel, his two college roommates Chara and Frisk, and Dess - while the former three are in Hometown - have a sleepover, "for old time's sake".

The walls of the Dreemurr home are as thin as they've ever been.

>Asriel, December, Frisk, and Chara ended up having a sleepover at the Dreemurr house. "For old time's sake", Dess had been told.
>Kris had gone to the Holiday home at Azzy's behest, where Noelle was. (Apparently they'd hit it off while Dess was... away. Good for them.)
>Toriel had also left - opting to spend the night with her current boyfriend to give the college kids a bit of privacy. (What it was Mrs. Dreemurr saw in that lazy, pun-cracking skeleton, Dess decided to leave be.)
>Things had been relatively normal... Chara's occasional probing of where Dess had been all these years aside. (It was probably for the best if she didn't mention the Dark Worlds - that was hard for her to believe, and she'd spent the past seven years living in them.)
>Eventually, Azzy and Chara retired to the former's room, with Dess and Frisk opting to stay in the living room.
>The two in the living room were watching some old music videos (with Dess cringing at her old tastes) before they actually fell asleep, when they heard...
>...well, when they heard the sounds of the other two fucking.
>Frisk seemed... oddly composed about it.
>"...does this happen often?"
>"Yeah. Normally I go and crash in Muffet's room when they get in that kinda mood."
>A few minutes pass, during which time the TV turns off.
>It becomes increasingly clear that Chara is doing this as some kind of power move.
>(As if Dess was still interested in Azzy like that - she'd accepted that she lost because of her seven year stint in darkness. She was content with letting Azzy go - she could always meet someone new.)
>Dess looked at Frisk, then towards the stairs.
>"What's the plan?"
>"Honestly, the simple one."
>Dess stood up. Cleared her throat, and-
>"Chara, can you stop plowing Azzy into his bed? Some of us are trying to sleep!"
>...a few moments pass, before Frisk adds on from Chariel-
>"Nice form, you two! 10 out of 10!"
>...and like that, the sex stops in its tracks.
>Dess walks back over to the couch, lays down, prepares to sleep...
>But she hears something from upstairs before she actually falls asleep.
>"...how'd she know I was the one on top?"
>"I dunno, lucky guess?"
>"Or, maybe she had you pegged just like I do."
>"I don't wanna have this conversation when they can hear us..."
>"Oh? But you're the one who-"
>"Chara..."
>...this was all information that Dess could have lived her whole life not knowing.
>But fuck it, she knew it now. It'd probably make for some premium blackmail material.

Notes:

>Meanwhile, at the Holiday house...
>Carol was also struggling to sleep due to the antics of horny young adults.
>How a quiet boy and a timid girl made this much noise was beyond her.

Chapter 13: The Sleepover, Side B [Asriel/Chara]

Summary:

Asriel, his two college roommates Chara and Frisk, and Dess - while the former three are in Hometown - have a sleepover, "for old time's sake".

The walls of the Dreemurr house are as thin as they've ever been.

...hey, wait, haven't we done this one before?

Notes:

This is the Chara PoV version of the previous chapter.

It should be noted that while last chapter Chara's gender could be left to interpretation, this one specifically operates with Chara as a girl.

>Asriel, December, Frisk, and Chara ended up having a sleepover at the Dreemurr house. "For old time's sake", Azzy had told his old friend.
>Kris had gone to the Holiday home at Azzy's behest, to stay with Noelle. (What Azzy neglected to mention is that this was also to make sure their room was empty.)
>Toriel had also left - claiming that she wanted to give the college kids some privacy. (Chara was no fool - clearly the bone man was living up to the Kris-given title in more ways than one...)
>The night was fairly normal... aside from Dess.
>Dess was avoiding every question Chara had for her like it was her damn job.
>Sure, Azzy had given her a brief summary of events - December had gone missing the better part of a decade ago, and one day recently Kris found her in the town's disaster shelter.
>...but that didn't answer Chara's main question - that being "what in the absolute fucking hell were you doing for the better part of eight goddamn years?"
>It had to be something bad. No one disappears for that long for a good reason.
>Chara would know. (But that was neither here nor there.)
>Eventually, the human girl got tired of her questions being dodged and opted to retire for the night.
>Dragging Azzy along with her, despite his fleeting protests that only barely sounded the part.
>(Frisk probably had an idea of what she was planning to do - they usually had the good sense to clear out when this sort of thing was happening, but unfortunately that wasn't an option this time.)
>Chara entered her roommate's childhood room. (Noticed the disparity in the room's content on both sides, as Asriel idly wondered why one of his stars was on Kris's shelf. He didn't sound mad, just... somewhat confused.)
>Took off her top.
>And, as innocent ol' Azzy was gawking at her bare chest (as he always did - "sure, I've seen them a lot of times, but I've seen the sunrise a lot of times and that's still beautiful too"), she moved him over to his bed, pushed him onto it, and got on top of him.
>The rest of their clothes, naturally, followed suit.
>"W-Wait, Chara, the walls are thin! They'll he-"
>Chara simply put a finger to his lips - a tried-and-true hushing motion.
>"Let them hear."
>(Chara had to fight to not say "Let her hear"... but Azzy was sharp. He probably knew that was the intent.)
>And with one last moment to make sure her womanhood was where it needed to be, Chara let herself sink.
>Let herself indulge in the feeling.
>And then got to work, with the intention of leaving a distinctly Azzy-shaped indentation in the matress.
>It was an odd reversal of how they usually were when they fucked - Asriel, normally quite loud, was trying (in vain) to stiffle his moans. Meanwhile, Chara, who normally wasn't particularly inclined to raise her voice during the act, was moaning without a care for who heard her.
>...though usually, she wasn't in the position of wanting someone to hear her.
>As she carried on, bouncing on Azzy with at least half a mind to break his bed, she could hear voices from downstairs - one she'd only met that day, one she'd known for years.
>("...does this happen often?")
>("Yeah. Normally I go and crash in Muffet's room when they get in that kinda mood.")
>...Chara felt a twinge of guilt, doing this in Frisk's earshot. They weren't exactly big on this sort of thing, and (to the best of Chara's knowledge) they left the room whenever she and Asriel got to doing this sort of thing because of that.
>However, that twinge of guilt was smothered by not just the pleasure but also the feeling that she was proving a point to the deer.
>That she was proving Asriel was her's.
>The feeling was so blindingly tantalizing that she hadn't heard any further comments from anyone else in the house - until-
>"Chara, can you stop plowing Azzy into his bed? Some of us are trying to sleep!"
>That got Chara out of her own head for just long enough to hear the next yelled set of words.
>"Nice form, you two! 10 out of 10!"
>...The pair of statements caused two reactions.
>The first being that Chara obliged them. Stopped chasing her pleasure, stopped trying to shatter the bedframe.
>...though that was mainly because the second reaction was Asriel going soft inside her - embarrassment was always the mood-killer for him, and the one-two punch of his childhood sweetheart acknowledging that he was the bottom and his roommate's perfect score was no exception.
>Chara (quite reluctantly - but she knew when she'd lost) pulled herself off the goat boy.
>And vocalized the main thought on her mind.
>"...how'd she know I was the one on top?"
>"I dunno, lucky guess?"
>...Chara had to grin as she said her response.
>"Or, maybe she had you pegged just like I do."
>"I don't wanna have this conversation when they can hear us..."
>"Oh? But you're the one who-"
>"Chara..."

Notes:

>The next morning, neither girl mentioned what happened, especially when Toriel returned home.
>...that being said, the Dreemurr matriarch did wonder why Asriel cringed when Frisk said the sleepover was a "10 out of 10".

Chapter 14: Making Love (In All The Wrong Places) [Noelle/Kris]

Summary:

Noelle is fighting a battle with her own lust... and losing. No longer caring about any consequences, a single tap on the shoulder, a smile, and a "Hey, Elly" is all it takes to ignite the flames of passion and get the doe to jump the human's bones.

...There's just one small problem, though...

>Noelle was having problems sitting still. She was rubbing her legs together, fighting the urge to dip her hand between them.
>The girl had no idea why she was feeling so needy - surely her heat wasn't for a few more days, right?
>(It was not, in fact, in a few more days. It was happening as she sat there.)
>And even if it was her heat - which it totally wasn't, just to make clear (it was) - it wasn't ever this bad!
>...then again, the last time she was in heat was before that odd dream about a Cyber City.
>Before she'd started spending more time with Kris.
>...the subject of many a provocative fantasy as of late. Fantasies of what he looked like, smelled like, felt like...
>...it became clear to Noelle that she was fighting a battle against her own lust.
>And was losing. Quite decisively, too.
>She was only holding on by the thinnest of threads - one errant thought would be enough to break the proverbial dam-
>And then something happened.
>All Kris had done was tapped her on the shoulder and said "Hey, Elly."
>With an adorable look on his face and the first genuine smile she'd seen him have in some time.
>And that's all it took - as she moaned without shame and came on the spot.
>Her definitely-not-her-heat kicking into full swing, she tackled Kris down and, after moving all the clothing that dared to be in the way, plunged him as far into her as she could.
>All she could focus on was Kris - his massive blush, those gorgeous red eyes, the smell of apples around him, his lips on her's, how his cock felt in her...

>...If Noelle had any remaining shred of care for her surroundings, she would have at least pulled Kris out of the room with a flimsy excuse. And the reason for that is obvious to anyone around her that wasn't as deep in heat as she was.
>The reason was the fact that they were currently in class. Kris had tapped her shoulder to ask if he could borrow a pencil.
>It took the assembled students and teacher a bit of time to realize that yes, this was happening - Noelle had really mounted Kris in the middle of an English lesson.
>Berdly was the first one to break out of the stunned silence. He quickly made his way out of the room.
>(Legends in Hometown's school say that if you go to the boy's restroom, you can still hear the anguished wailing of Berdly as he realized that two of the only people he genuinely liked in his class would never be interested in him.)
>Susie followed shortly after... and began cheering the two on.
>Perhaps she thought the two were just wrestling. Or perhaps she wanted to see her two best friends realize their feelings. The inner machinations of Susie's mind were quite the enigma.
>Alphys came back to herself shortly after, attempting to restore order to the classroom.
>...the key word being "attempting" - Kris was in no position to stop Noelle (nor did he have any desire to do so), and Noelle herself was functionally dead to the world to anyone that wasn't Kris.
>Everyone else snapped back to reality shortly after Alphys did... with Temmie in particular smiling like a madwoman.
>"Pay up."
>...The rest of the students reluctantly pulled out their wallets (or purse in Catti's case) and handed Temmie $15 each.
>Jockington, Snowy, Monster Kid, Catti, and Temmie had all realized an hour ago that Noelle, despite her insistence to the contrary, had it BAD for Kris. So they'd taken bets on how this interest would manifest.
>...Temmie had bet "noel will grab kwisp and screw him on te flor".
>You'd think that after the sixth bet in the past 4 weeks that Temmie got correct down to the letter, people would stop betting against her. But no.
>Monster Kid and Snowy couldn't take the hits to their respective prides.
>Jockington had money well in excess and could afford to humor Temmie, even when she'd been right on the money.
>And Catti just didn't care one way or the other. Though she'd assumed that Kris would see Noelle sitting in a puddle of her own slick and take the initiative himself, at least...

>Naturally, the concern didn't stop at the school.
>Toriel had learned what happened second-hand and had raked Kris over the proverbial coals for it.
>To which, the boy had just gone to his room.
>...sans, who was there when Toriel's dressing-down occurred, pointed out what he thought was obvious.
>"i mean, i've seen noelle a few times here and there. she doesn't seem the kind of girl who'd just let that happen. so she probably initiated."
>"Sans... don't be absurd. Noelle is an innocent young woman - she would never."
>"heh. sure, whatever you say, tori."
>(Unbeknownst to Toriel at the time, sans had shared his thoughts long enough for his voice to cover the sound of Kris's window opening and him jumping out.)
>"(heh. don't worry, kid, i'll cover for ya'.)"
>(It took Toriel an hour to realize Kris had departed for the Holiday house. And it took another hour after that for Carol to call and confirm her findings - namely, the fact that Noelle had, in fact, been the one to initiate. To say that the Dreemurr matriarch was mortified was an understatement.)

>...meanwhile, at the Holiday household, Carol's only point of contention was the where of Noelle's actions.
>"...huh? You're... you're not mad?"
>"Noelle, I know full well what it's like to be in heat with the person you like only inches away. If I were to chastise you for taking matters into your own hands, I'd have to chastise myself for doing it two decades ago as well. I just wish you'd picked somewhere else - it took Alphys half an hour to actually tell me what happened, and she'd called me in the middle of an important meeting."
>Carol walked away... as she and Noelle heard a knock at the door.
>"You may enter."
>...and in walked Kris.
>Carol could feel the heat coming from Noelle... so the elder Holiday merely handed Noelle some condoms.
>"At least try to make sure he uses these."
>"U-uh, OK!"
>(...the condoms had holes poked in them, but Noelle and Kris didn't need to know that yet.)
>(One way or another, Carol's plans would come to fruition...)

Notes:

As much as sans' likability has dropped in recent months, I think the lil' bone man is at least smart enough to know that Noelle is not as innocent as Toriel thinks she is.

...then again, no one is as innocent as Toriel can think they are.

Chapter 15: Forgotten Objective (Rated TV-MA) [Noelle/Kris]

Summary:

(During an iteration of Chapter 3 where Noelle is present...)

Kris and Noelle are tasked with searching the Tropic of Love for one of the three keys needed to progress in The Legend of Tenna: TV TIME.

Alas, when you leave two in-love teenagers in a room without supervision... and when a certain purple plugboy makes sure the one in charge takes longer to show up... well...

Notes:

The artwork that inspired the SFW version over in Green(text)s.
https://x.com/mrdarknessart1/status/1952414232814969109

As the name implies, this is basically what would happen in the associated Green(text)s chapter if Tenna didn't immediately make his way backstage.

>"What's takin' them so long?" Susie complained, as she and Ralsei stood by the dock.
>...or, rather, as their avatars did so - they were playing The Legend of Tenna: TV TIME.
>"Well, Noelle seems to be quite thorough, Susie. Perhaps she and Kris are looking carefully?"
>"...yeah, maybe. They're both nerds like that."
>...Still, this was taking a while. It didn't help that they were using the one boat.
>"Hmm, they ARE taking a long time. I'll go check in on them - be right back!"
>Tenna stood from the couch and made his way backstage, where Kris and Noelle were.

>Tenna made it about halfway to backstage when he got a call.
>"What's the matter? I have something to-"
>"Boss, a bunch of Pippins are getting really loud and REALLY close to Toriel! I can't keep 'em stalled for long!"
>"Those absolute... I'll be right there!"
>Tenna hung up the phone and ran past the backstage room where Kris and Noelle were - making sure Toriel slept through the Dark World as long as possible was for the best, after all, and Tenna couldn't have her waking up because a bunch of ungrateful employees decided to run amok!
>...out from behind a curtain emerged a tall microphone man and a purple Plugboy.
>"Huh. Dat worked pretty good..."
>"That it did, old friend, that it did..."
>...with that, the microphone walked off, leaving only the Plugboy.
>"Bought ya' all the time I could, luv. Had to cash in all the favors I had left... but there should be enough time for you two to figure some things out."
>And with that, the Plugboy walked off, a rare smile on his face.

>[While the above is happening, at the Tropic of Love...]
>"Uh, Noelle... we're meant to get three keys, remember?"
>...Kris was looking for keys, like the two of them were supposed to.
>Noelle, on the other hand, was making her character hug Kris's.
>"Aw, but this is more fun!"
>...Kris had to give her that. Tenna's games were fun and all, but-
>-Kris's train of thought was outright derailed as Noelle had grabbed him and started kissing.
>As all of his attention was focused squarely on the doe in front of him.
>...she was still so beautiful. Surely she could do better than-
>-Noelle hugged Kris tight - as if she knew what he was thinking and was intent on banishing the negative thoughts.
>(...Kris could hear at the back of his mind a voice, urging him to start returning Noelle's affections. Kris had no idea WHY the entity within his SOUL was so insistent about him and Noelle being together...)
>Reluctantly at first, Kris returned the kiss... and soon found himself matching Noelle's fervor in the act.
>...maybe he was wrong to have pushed her away all those years ago.
>And yet... here Noelle was, acting like he'd never left her side.
>The kiss was growing in passion, as the two found themselves on the edge of the couch - Kris on the bottom, Noelle on top.
>Kris noticed movement around his waist - like someone was trying to take off his clothing. He broke away from the kiss.
>"What's the matter, Krismas?"
>Said in that same innocent tone as ever... even as a blush shone on her cheeks.
>"Noelle, we can't-"
>"Isn't this a dream, Kris? Who's to say we can't?"
>...a dream. She thinks she's sleeping.
>And since she's "dreaming", she's free to do whatever she wants to.
>Even if it's acting on impulses she'd never follow if she was "awake".
>(Kris was going to have to talk to Susie about the "it's all a dream" excuse at some point...)
>While the human was trying to figure out his next move, Noelle had gotten his tights off.
>And noticed something Kris didn't want to acknowledge - the very noticeable bulge that was now straining against his underwear.
>"Fahaha... looks like someone's being more honest..."
>...Kris didn't know what was more embarrassing - the fact that Noelle was quoting a doujin or the fact that Kris knew she was quoting a doujin.
>A question that the human didn't have much time to ponder on, as Noelle pulled down the last remaining piece of cloth, freeing Kris's erection.
>Noelle stared at it in awe for a few moments... before taking a firm grasp of it with one hand, moving her hair out of the way with the other, and taking as much in at once as she felt she could.
>The initial minute or so of the blowjob was awkward - she was very clearly going along by using whatever material she used for her... relief as a reference.
>But the girl found her footing quickly (as she often did) and found a rhythm guided by the sounds coming from Kris (as he tried his damn hardest to keep quiet), keeping her firm (but not too firm) grasp... while her other hand plunged between her legs, making her moan while sucking Kris off.
>The blowjob continued for a bit longer... before Noelle had an idea. She stopped... and smiled as she pulled Kris further down the couch, to where he was laying entirely on the cushions.
>She then positioned her legs to where Kris was between them... before lowering herself to where her mouth was back on his cock, putting her pussy within Kris's line of sight.
>Noelle continued the blowjob... and made some very unsubtle motions to try and get Kris to reciprocate the passion she was showing.
>It was at this point, with Noelle's pussy right in front of him as she sucked him off, that Kris internally said two words.
>"Fuck it."
>He grabbed Noelle by the rear (the very plush rear - how in the hell Noelle's skirt in the Light World and sheer dress in the Dark World hid how shapely she was below the waist, Kris would never know), pulled her close, and started licking.
>The first thing Kris realized is that, like Noelle, he had no idea what he was doing and was just going along with what he remembered from what he watched and read while... dealing with things. He soon fell into his own rhythm guided by the feeling of Noelle moaning around his cock.
>The second thing Kris realized was that Noelle tasted very sweet. Like gingerbread and peppermint.
>(Was that a monster thing, or was that because of her diet? Angel above, that's going to stick with him once this is all over, isn't it?)
>Musings on the origin of Noelle's pussy tasting the way it does aside, Kris was getting close - and judging by Noelle's frantic movements, so was she-
>-and like that, she stopped. Got up off of Kris.
>...honestly, if that was the end of it, it was pretty anti-climatic.
>...but as Kris got a good look at the bright red blush on Noelle's face... he could tell this wasn't the end of it.
>No, Noelle knew what she wanted as soon as she'd started this.
>And with both of them as ready as they could be, now was the perfect time.
>Noelle got back on the couch, immediately locking Kris into a kiss, one arm hugging him tight, as if to preemptively silence any protest-
>(He wouldn't dream of it, not now, not when it felt so right-)
>-and used her free hand to line his cock up.
>As soon as her pussy made contact with him... Kris couldn't resist.
>He thrust upward, causing both of them to moan.
>(Unbeknownst to Kris, this is also the exact point where Noelle realized this might not be a dream after all... and also when Noelle realized she didn't really care - dream or not, this felt so perfect, like it was meant to be.)
>Both participants found their pace, hips smacking together, arms locked around each other, deep in a kiss.
>"Noelle, I'm about to-"
>"Do it! Make me yours!"
>And right as Kris hilted himself in Noelle, and right as the two climaxed...
>"CUT!"
>Cue the Technical Difficulties screen.
>Shit.
>Mister Ant Tenna frantically checked the camera in the back of the room - at once both praying there was a camera malfunction so the audience didn't see what was going on and internally resigning himself to the censors absolutely atomizing him.
>"...Oh, thank the Angel, it stopped recording the moment you two got in here!"
>...Shit, right, the two were on camera, technically.
>"Now, Kris, Noelle... I understand that young love is a beautiful thing, and that you two are at the age where you have urges, but "Mr. Tenna's Marvelous Mystery Adventure: TV TIME" is rated TV-G for all audiences! Thankfully there was a camera malfunction."
>Despite the aforementioned malfunction, Tenna still turned to the camera.
>"(Because the censors would've killed me for sure if there wasn't!)"
>And he was back to looking at the two of them... or, looking in their direction while trying to avoid direct eye contact.
>"But still, this behavior can't be tolerated! I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you two to wait in the Green Room while Ralsei and Susie finish the board."
>Tenna snapped his fingers-
>-And Noelle and Kris were in the Green Room (thankfully, fully clothed).
>Noelle looked around - the place was mostly empty. Only a purple plugboy behind the bar's counter was present, and he seemed too busy with washing out glasses to listen in.
>"...U-um, Kris, about that..."
>...she was fidgeting.
>Kris leaned over, hugged her, and kissed her on the lips.
>This made Noelle's sudden shyness even worse, it turned out...
>...but she did come back to herself after a bit.
>"U-um... Kris, could we... do that again? Sometime?"
>"Anything's possible in a dre-"
>Noelle frowned a bit.
>"A-actually... this isn't a dream, is it?"
>...She had that adorable pout on her face. Kris couldn't lie to that.
>"...no."
>"Then..."
>...Noelle turned away, blushing like mad.
>"(Ohmygod, I can't believe i just...! I let him...! And I didn't stop him! And... and it feels so...)"
>She put a hand on her stomach.
>"(...It feels so good.)"
>(...Kris swore he could hear the familiar voice of the SOUL, practically singing "I told you so!" inside his head. That bastard was getting thrown into its birdcage the moment he could safely rip it out...)

>"...Mister Tenna? What happened?"
>"Well, Ralsei... Kris and Noelle were..."
>...Tenna looked around. Clearly he had something to say, but didn't know how to say it.
>"...Well, Susie, why don't we just... close our eyes and imagine what Kris and Noelle were up t-"
>"NO, NO, NO! Trust me, you do NOT want to know!"
>...huh. That was certainly a reaction.
>Susie was more curious than ever.
>...eh, she'd ask Kris about it later.

Chapter 16: Frustrations of a Mother [Noelle/Kris, Carol PoV]

Summary:

Carol is frustrated... but not for reasons that anyone would expect.

Sometimes, her plans work a bit TOO well, and have unintended consequences.

Notes:

Artwork that this was a response to (as always, apologies for the desuarchive link):
https://desu-usergeneratedcontent.xyz/trash/image/1756/23/1756235941347.jpg

>Carol was angry.
>But not for the reason Toriel would later put forward.

>Carol returned home one night, thinking it would be just another night of her usual routine.
>Go home, eat a quick dinner of whatever easy-prep meal she thought would be best (or leftovers if Noelle had made anything, she was considerate enough to make enough for two and text her if that wasn't possible), MAYBE have a glass of wine if she had the time or if the day was particularly stressful, go to her room, and watch her shows for about half an hour before going to sleep.
>But as Carol entered the house, she heard... Kris?
>Noelle HAD texted her that Kris had come over - maybe he'd asked Toriel if he could stay the night? (Or, more likely, Toriel was too deep in her cups to care about Kris's present location, in which case she'd get a call at 5 AM asking if he was at the Holiday household.)
>...no, that can't be the full reason, Kris was usually very good about confirming with her if he could stay.
>So Carol listened closer to the sounds.
>These weren't the usual sounds of the human being a prankster. These were grunts and moans.
>(Just because Carol hadn't heard these kinds of sounds (outside of videos - Carol wasn't at the age where estrus stopped being a problem and she could only bribe the receptionist so many times until doctors starting calling to "inform" her of her husband's sudden pelvic injuries) since Rudy was admitted to the hospital doesn't mean she suddenly forgot how they sounded.)
>...She could also hear Noelle, making similar sounds.
>Carol chuckled to herself.
>They'd finally realized they loved each other. And from the sounds of things, grandchildren were on the w-
>...wait a minute.
>Those sounds aren't coming from Noelle's room.
>They were coming from the master bedroom.
>Carol walked, quiet as she could, to her bedroom door, the sounds intensifying with every step.
>She flung the door open, just in time to see Noelle being plowed into her bed by the human.
>The young girl's legs locked tightly in place around Kris's midsection, pussy overflowing with human cum.
>Carol had been right - grandchildren were, in fact, on the way.
>She just wasn't too happy at the moment about where they were being conceived.
>"Noelle! Kris!"
>A pair of yelps, as the young adults realized they might've made a mistake.

>Toriel had assumed, about a month later when she learned of the incident, that the reason Carol was so mad was because of Kris and Noelle risking the latter getting pregnant.
>No, that wasn't it. That wasn't it at all.
>What Carol was so mad about was the fact that she could smell the scent of raw sex for two weeks afterwards.
>What was once her time to catch up on her shows was now being dedicated to masturbating, in an attempt to calm her libido down enough to where she could sleep comfortably.
>(Carol had half a mind to have Kris stay over so he could solve the problem he'd caused... but the Holiday matriarch knew that would be throwing gasoline onto a fire.)

Notes:

>"...and that's how I was made."
>Shikanoko "Nokotan" Noko finished her story... as all of her classmates looked at her aghast.
>It was Koshi "Koshitan" Torako that finally broke the silence.
>"Nokotan, did you really have to go into such detail?"
>"Yep!"

Chapter 17: Hot Cocoa [Noelle/Kris]

Summary:

Kris pulls a prank... but gets unnerved when Noelle doesn't react nearly how he thinks she would.

Notes:

I guess this is a sort-of psuedo-sequel to Morning Routine and Odd Dreams.

>It was supposed to be a prank.
>Sure, it would raise some eyebrows.
>But it was supposed to be a prank.
>...at least, that's how Kris justified it to himself as he masturbated.
>Working quickly but as quietly as he could - a habit born from the thin walls of the Dreemurr household.
>With a bit of effort, he got the result he wanted, cumming in Noelle's hot cocoa.
>A bit of stirring, and the visual evidence was gone.
>...however, Noelle's response was not what Kris expected.
>She'd drained the whole cup in a sip and a gulp.
>And had commented on the odd flavor.
>Apparently, her hot cocoa had tasted sweeter than normal, with a hint of salt.
>...and as Noelle had said that, she'd looked at Kris.

>Noelle knew what Kris had done to her cocoa.
>Sure, she didn't hear anything... but the flushed look on his face when he handed her the drink, mixed with a look of concern when she took the first sip told her enough.
>Besides, Noelle knew what Kris tasted like.
>Sweet - almost like butterscotch and cinnamon - with a salty edge to it.
>This wasn't the first time she'd tasted his cum - willingly or otherwise.
>And it wouldn't be the last, either.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Gray's Greentexts