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Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: Other Fandom: Undertale_(Video_Game) Relationship: Chara_&_Frisk_(Undertale), Chara/Frisk_(Undertale) Character: Chara_(Undertale), Frisk_(Undertale) Additional Tags: Showers, Gender_Dysphoria, Chara_Has_Their_Own_Body, Chara_Needs_a_Hug, Frisk_is_a_Sweetheart, Innocence, Sexual_Tension, Sexual_Fantasy, Past Child_Abuse, Fluff_and_Smut, Growing_Up_Together, Explicit_Sexual Content, charisk, Angst, Eventual_Smut, Trying_to_settle_on_terminology for_a_new_sensation_they_know_nothing_about, Frisk_loves_grapes, apparently, Sex_Is_Not_The_Enemy, Take_notes_Frisk, Frisk's_nickname_is "Chubby", They_don't_mind, They_just_think_it's_stupid, Chara's_Pronouns are_They/Them, Hurt/Comfort, Wait_don't_read_yet_I'm_not_ready, Frisk seems_insensitive_but_really_they_just_don't_know_any_better, Their_vocab is_pretty_limited, Chara_is_trying_to_help_with_that, Frisk_used_to_be physically_3yrs_younger_but_Chara_didn't_get_resurrected_'til_4yrs_later, Chara_is_15, Frisk_is_16, Were-Creatures, Frisk_is_a_lycanthropic_Injun with_a_nigga_pass, I_Solemnly_Swear_That_I_Am_Up_To_No_Good, I_dunno_this feels_a_bit_fetishy_to_me, Not_even_the_underage_part._I_am_underage myself, Read_if_you_want. Series: Part 7 of The_New_Wolfrisk_Movies Stats: Published: 2018-03-26 Chapters: 1/? Words: 4535 ****** Can't Help But Lupine for You ****** by Pokey Summary In an alternate world, down an alternate path where the barrier wasn't destroyed. Frisk had failed to figure out how to break the barrier, and eventually, they began to grow up. Of course, once they managed to resurrect their little tagalong, feelings they didn't know existed begin to spring up, remaining fairly hidden to even them. That is, until Chara unintentionally calls them forth. [Part of the Werewolf Frisk AU] BrownieBear, this one's for you ;) Notes Gonna try to make their personalities be as close to WitH as possible. See the end of the work for more notes Chara sighs. They wonder why Sans isn't home yet, as they climb the stairs, having every intention of taking a shower. And yelling at Frisk for hogging it up 'til about a minute ago. The water bill should go on to prove that mere children such as the young lycanthrope could not be trusted with staying home alone, because apparently, even after five years of life underground, Frisk has not gotten any better about wasting time. It feels like it must have been two hours already, because they remember hearing it come on right before they took their nap. Well-- hmm, what's the time? They lean over the banister, ducking so as to get a better look into the kitchen. ...Okay, so it has actually been only about forty-five minutes, but that is still a long while. Four-twenty in the afternoon, and they have only just now finished their turn in the "post-school" shower. "Hmm-- four twenty..." Opening the door to the bathroom, they briefly try to remember why Frisk makes a mocking "hue hue hue" sound every time this number comes up, in conversation or otherwise. They don't understand; fake laugh or no, it's just a number, you moron. Must have been something the surface invented... it most likely came about just after Chara's time, since a certain dog, who may as well've been living under a rock for all they know of the world, has awareness of it. The joke's proliferation must've had a lot of time to spread if it became that obscene. Once they see they are alone in the bathroom, they mutter "finally," and on a whim, they turn to look in the mirror, examining their face. The first thing that draws their attention is their eyes, colored a bright, seething red. They never want to look at them too long, for the visceral, eerie feeling their pupils give off makes their skin crawl. ...They still wish that Alphys would have found a way to make them less scary, at least give them their old rust- colored pupils, but beggars can't be choosers. They think about how strange it felt, leaving Frisk behind after four years of being bound together. They didn't want to go, they wanted to stay with them, they had said to the wolf, trying not to let the fear come out in their voice. The kid shushed them, however, placing a hand on their cheek, telling them everything would be okay. Chara places their own hand on their cheek, recalling the sensation, the memory's phantom touch caressing them lovingly. Their heart begins to ache for that feeling, but they know there's no way of getting it without asking Chubby for it. The heat beginning to flood their face, it burns their cheeks and ears, and soon enough, their body. It makes their sweater itch, urges them to hurry up and ditch it; the idea doesn't bother them as much as they think it should, and they don't know how to feel about that. Remember, Frisk is a human, and a fucking filthy one at tha-- Their mind betrays them before they can complete the thought, formulating a defence before they can stop it. They are technically a monster, and they've done nothing but prove how prominent that part of them is. They are most definitely better than all of us. It's true. God, it's dead right, but they don't want to admit it. They are willing to compromise, however. If Frisk held them and asked for a kiss or something, they would... acquiesce to it, they suppose. "How bothersome," they mumble, feeling their shitty peach fuzz bristle against their collar as they tug their sweater off -- they should dispell that particular source of anxiety after the bath, when their skin won't irritate as easily. They would thank God for withholding their potential as a hairy motherfuck, but that is just preposterous. Chara gingerly removes their gilded heart locket, still feeling bitter towards themself for ever believing something so silly. Shit, everything good they experienced in life they had to work for themselves. For example! Asriel wouldn't just bleat for them on a whim, they had to boop his nose and tell him he was cute first. They drop their sweater onto the toilet lid, smiling at the memories that already begin to cushion their mind: they remember running into Daddy's waiting arms, and hiding their face in Mummy's robe, or donning a flower crown that Ree made for them. ...They had played with the boy's ears as he threaded the gilded blossoms together. They started giggling a little bit when he eventually looked up, his lips puckered out of pretend annoyance. Oh, nooo, he "caught" them. They didn't try very hard to hide it, granted, but his feigned disapproval was always enough to get a cheeky grin from them. Chara takes a deep breath, smiling with nostalgia, and sighs, reaching over to the faucet as they return to reality. 'Time to wash this oily filth away at last,' they think, and turn the water on. They drop their pants then, hearing the faucet rapidly charge up before the sweet, sweet background noise hits their ears. Maybe there's still some hot water left, if they're lucky. Chara had been asleep during Frisk's shower, though, and no one came home during the little nap, no one could stop the mutt from getting caught up in the shower's soothing time disparity and hogging it all. "Oof." Rising to their full (and slowly increasing) height once more, they step out of their tights, carefully. They have some fabulous legs, but they are getting too awfully fluffy these days. Going to need a shave while they're in the bath, they think, looking over to see Steam. Hot water is coming from the shower head, surprisingly. Knock, knock, knock. "Yes?" They fold up the leggings, tossing them on the sweater, and receive an answer to that query: it ends up taking the form of Frisk, and they're already opening the goddamn doorlike they're someone's parent. "Hey..." Privacy breached, holy shit, get in nOW--! A few echo-y thumps sound from behind the curtain as Chara jumps in, soap bottles and their own scrawny limbs colliding with the hollow plastic that made the shower up as they haphazardly tumble to safety. "Hey, uh, Chara..." Frisk's tenor rasp currently sounds marginally guiltier than usual. Chara stands beneath the shower head as they catch their breath. Their unkempt auburn hair is quickly soaking through, and their bangs are starting to dangle heavily across their vision. "I'm just here to-- um, sorry if I wasted all the hot water." Chara was holding their hands up to their temples, now, feeling the day's secretions beneath their fingers as they struggle to keep from exploding at them; you're kidding. "Frisk, you, you-- silly canine, you almost saw me naked." Chara's voice wavers a bit as they look for a way to recover their shot nerves. They quickly look around for a way of distracting themselves, their wet hair whipping water onto the inner curtain. Oh, here it is... there we go, now. They are quickly leaning back, using the trusty old washrag to wash the oil from their young face. They relax a little, the well-worn fabric's soft bumpiness helping to calm them. Always were far too timid. "Oh, no, I'm sorry!" Chara can practically hear them fidgeting. What a goof. (As if they aren't a little bundle of nerves.) Frisk, on the other side of the curtain, was most definitely fidgeting, but for slightly different reasons. "I, uh, made my shower colder about halfway through, sooo you should be nice and warm." They... they are sorry, but, to their worry, it's moreso because they didn't catch them than because they almost did. They do have a little crush on Chara, but why does nakedness matter? "I am. Thanks, Chubs." Chara sounds legitimately grateful, and that sets them off, because they absolutely preen at any and all praise. It makes them want to return the feeling somehow, and the desire, lacking a proper outlet, manifests as a deep, aching want. ...Yeah, I bet your body's getting so warm, now, so hot and wet--  What the fuck? How horrible of them to think, that's private! They quickly exit the bathroom, leaving Chara to bathe, and softly shut the door behind them, worrying their lip. Didn't want to disturb Chara's shower any further. ...Of course, now they're picturing the proceedings. They could picture their friend, steaming water slipping down their pale skin, beading up and sliding in all the right places. Their flushed cheeks, they'd feel so nice beneath Frisk's perpetually stimulation-craving fingers. Their eyes'd be closed, too, lips slightly parted as they run their hands through smooth, copper silk... they're resting on their hip, leaning back to let their hair flow down their neck, rest on their shoulders as they wash their slightly bumpy skin. Even with the bit of acne they're suffering from, they're so pretty, so adorable and cute, and so much cuter than Frisk is. They feel so dirty, for wanting to see them that way. They don't understand why, it's making them feel so weird. Their crotch is getting kind of achey, getting worse the more of Chara they think to imagine getting a close look at. They're pretty thin, so, they must have a taut stomach (such a cute little belly that they want to kiss--), and they have a baby face, like Frisk does, but on them it made them look so good and kissable. The thought that they could get to see their body, in person, for real is making Frisk feel the strange aching more and more. They quickly dash off to their room, shut the door behind them, and lean back into it, sighing as they slowly sink to the floor. Chara's petite body just seems more and more enticing as time goes on, and Frisk has to start pushing away intrusive thoughts of "go violate their privacy." Won't look, won't look won't look. I won't peek, it's not nice, be good, I'll be good. Pushing the brunt of their fist into their lips, they try to think of anything but Chara, and how much they'd like to get in the shower with them. ...Sometimes, they remember that this room of theirs used to be a closet, before being magically expanded to be a relatively sizeable living space. In the beginning, when they reunited with Sans and Papyrus, tearfully admitting they failed in their mission, that they failed to think of what to do, after returning to before the king died (travelling 'Magic TreeHouse' style, of course), beyond going to see Papyrus. Once they turned up and admitted to this, Papyrus offered to let his friend stay, for lack of a better plan, to which they replied that "they've got to return to their mama." They rang her up with the phone Alphys gave them. It'd felt like it'd been ages since they left the Ruins, so they were looking forward to hearing her voice... but, they got no answer, time after time. "...Mama?" Around the eleventh attempt, they started tearing up; had they seriously been abandoned again? Sans, having teleported downstairs by now, was there to watch their hopeful demeanor die out. Their adorable tail wagging had gotten weaker and weaker, and it was really buggin' 'im. "look, kid... "i kinda remember, you said the old lady was your mom, so... i'll see if i can get her to come out." Frisk perked up then, the gloomy weight lifting from their shoulders somewhat. There was a slight sympathetic tone to his voice, Chara noted as he disappeared, and Papyrus was quick to re-make them the spaghetti that he'd promised them from over the phone. The kid had devoured it hungrily, saying it was the best thing they'd ever eaten, which actually had Papyrus concerned-- he personally thought it was garbage, but when they gave their glowing review (as he'd come to expect, nyeh heh heh), the child's smile was positively blinding. Chara admitted that they'd like to try some, too, which made Frisk's heart ache, and planted the seeds for an idea (that would eventually culminate in their friend's resurrection) just as Sans warped home to reveal that the queen was happy they were safe, but said they should go ahead and accept Papyrus' offer, as she did not wish to risk being found. They could visit whenever, though, if Sans found them a shortcut that bypassed the door. It wasn't long after Sans returned that the sun rose, and they started to turn- - wincing, then grunting, which turned into screaming as they shrunk, but Chara held their hand, and Papyrus held the other even though they couldn't stop yelling long enough to get out what was happening to their body-- they were shocked, but so unrelentingly grateful to them, so relieved that they have friends to help get them through it at last. It's been around six years, now, the kid thinks, moving to their bed for a post-shower nap. Wait. Was it five? Four? ...Frisk doesn't know how old they are... but they know they're growin' up. After they turned 14 or so, they started getting taller, and they were getting skinny again, but at the same time, they'd started getting all fat around their, uh, their uh (oh, God, what was that word? Chara's vocab lessons usually stick with them), their top legs, and their butt too, just like Al, and she's an adult! ...Not that they would tell her that, because telling girls that is mean, they guess(...?), from what they can remember. Why, though, butts are funny. Chara started making fun of them for their ravenous appetite, too, back when they suddenly noticed one day that they couldn't fasten the button on their shorts anymore (but to be fair the jean shorts were really small, like they used to be). They laughed and called Frisk "bubble butt," which Frisk chuckled at. "Better quit joining Sans every chance you get. It is making a beeline straight to your gut, fatass," Chara'd said, and Frisk gave them the finger, in one fluid motion, as a reply to their swearing. (They could swear and be rude for as much as they want on days like those, cuz the bros were gone. They weren't gonna tell anyone. ...Also because they were right Grillby's is tasty as fuck.) That same day, Frisk also managed to rip an old (old, so very old, why couldn't Chara get that) pair of PJ pants, too, and thus, "Chubby" was born. That name, with slight variations on that theme, it's a nickname that ended up lasting, for the last two years. Stupid Chara managed to condition them to respond to it, too. Even after the fatness moved to just their legs 'n butt, and they got skinny again (well, mostly. They are still a little pudgy, but now their belly only pokes out a little), it was still "hey, Fat." ...Even when they change, and get all super lanky and ripped -- literally the opposite of fat, it's still "don't worry, Chubs, we've got you," and it makes them feel better. Asshole! Frisk would like to see their skinny butt try to fit into something non- stretchy without a belt. They probably couldn't keep 'em up, and Frisk would point and laugh as Chara got so embarrassed, reaching down to pull 'em up, and, and... they'd... um... God bless, look at those legs. Wait, no, don't think about-- kissing them, climbing into Chara's lap and smooching their chubby cheeks-- no, don't... They're rolling on their belly to cope with the aching, subconsciously rubbing their body against the bed, frequently crossing and re-crossing their legs in multiple, different ways. They're pulling Chara's shirt off, now, and running their hands along their fair skin, while the older child insults them. "The oh-dacity," they exclaim, but they don't really want Frisk to stop, and Frisk hugs them so tight, a-, a- and God they wanna kiss so much, they want Chara to please, just love them back, that's all they need! Before they can stop it, Frisk imagines their beautiful hands lifting up, and clasping around Frisk's back. They're sporting such a cute little smile, with those, hff, cute little dimples of theirs, huff, huff, and there's love in their eyes, a-and then they put the pressure on, they're finally hugging Frisk back, for the first time, and, and, and... In a quiet, honest tone, they say "I love you, Frisk." The ache hiding in Frisk's underwear, which had gotten unbearable due to their imagination, suddenly spikes. It's quickly replaced by a sudden, searing hot, sharp pain, feels like, like a cork poppin' out, and they yelp. "Ow!" Frisk's eyes fly open, and they feel a tiny wet spot between their legs. "Wh-- aahh~!!" They only had a split second before the freshly opened bottle starts bubbling over, the bitter contents flowing outward to make such a sticky mess. "Aahhhh! Ahh, a-ah, haaah?" They can't hold it in. They simply push their head into their pillow, letting their legs tense over and over, as this ridiculously painful liquid squirts out of them, and they revel in it. They hold the blanket tightly, squeezing their eyes shut as they ruin their pants. "Hnn! Hnn!" They hadn't realized just how fast their breathing had gotten. "Hohh..." The pain is completely gone now, replaced by some foreign, absolutely good, good, good kind of hurt. "Chara. C-Chara..." They whine, reaching an arm over their head, holding their pillow tight with the other. "W- what's wrong with me?" Frisk moans, lightly rolling their hips, rubbing up on the bed. They're so dirty, Chara could never wanna kiss them. "Ohhh, Chaaraaa..." They want them. Chara makes them feel this way, and like a key unlocking Pandora's box, the monster inside them is quickly maturing as it succumbs to ecstasy, deciding it likes writhing in blissful agony. Frisk rolls over, an absolute sweaty heap, but eventually calms down, bit by bit, their breathing deep and raspy for a short while. Leaning their head up momentarily, they can see that the feeling of release was not misleading. Their pants are wet, with a dark, incriminating stain between their thighs (yeah, that's what they're called). They suddenly feel brave, and lift the waistband of their shorts, to gaze into them before they lose their nerve. "Hnnn..." The wolf whines, seeing just how much of the stuff there is. They can feel the frown deepen with every flick of their gaze. What is this stuff? It's hot, and sticky! So weird! Why did it come out of them? And, if they were right, in assuming that their friend was a boy (forgive them Chara), then does this reaction mean that they're most definitely, undeniably "gay?" Letting the elastic snap back against their pelvis, they roll onto their side, shivering from the rapidly cooling, slippery probably-not-pee that lines the inside of their pants, and contemplates. If they are "gay..." then, would Papyrus and Sans treat them different? Would it be like Caretaker #3 with her oldest daughter? That would really suck shit, they love being friends with the skeleton brothers. Maybe she thought Frisk would be too busy playing with the younger daughter to notice, or that Frisk couldn't recognize the disappointed looks she'd started making for what they were, yet. They'd learned to look for stuff like that long before she came along, though: they had to, they were a street kid! Tough as nails! (Fun fact: they got something called a "Nigga Pass" for their seventh birthday. ...They would've preferred food, to be honest. They couldn't see it, couldn't touch it, where was the card?) Maaannn. When Donna came to the Flirt Guru's temple earlier that month, she said she was asking for a friend, how was Frisk supposed to know she actually meant herself? ...They didn't even get the chance to apologize, 'cause the first Full Moon was crazy soon after that. Frisk can feel themself getting sleepy. They yawn, their sharp teeth glistening with their saliva, before they close their eyes the remaining five percent (mentally kicking themself because that yawn was the same yawn that Chara all- too-smugly says sounds like a tired puppy). Feeling too lazy to actually get under the covers, they roll to the right until hitting the wall, then pull the blanket over themself, smirking a bit because they're so clever. They start to snore... Chara eventually comes to find them after their shower, having since donned a purple shirt, and some elastic shorts. The young human quietly snickers when they peek their head through the door, seeing Chubs curled up like that. It's cute. Well, how do you find that, it is possible to think someone older than oneself to be cute. (Quick, feign an attack so you can sit in on that.) Should they go over there? It is not like it would be so strange, the two of them know each other quite intimately after all. Within seconds, Chara is sitting atop the bed, their freshly shaven legs up against their chest, and they're stroking the older teen's hair. They sigh, regretful that they never returned this favor, even once the kid started actually started fucking bathing. At the first sign of their waking, though, they shall bail, and go do... whatever it was, um, they were trying to do a minute ago. Chara smiles at the way Frisk lets their baby face relax while asleep -- it's adorable. Or. Well, it's really becoming of them. They stop, eventually, starting to get up, but when Frisk's unconscious form quietly, quietly whines at the loss of sleepy time scratches, Chara walks back to the bed, this time sitting on their knees, and goes right back to it. "God, I'm so weak," they whisper, scritching from a different point, from a different angle, suddenly, where their forehead and temple meet. Frisk's lips part slightly, then, and they moan, throatily. That must have felt particularly nice. Chara's face immediately reddens, their free hand flying up to their mouth, their fingers pushing down on their lips. They could feel a boner coming up, quickly pushing out of them, and their balls are starting to feel like they're getting crushed between their thighs. God, with these elastic shorts, and the pose they're in, it's like they want their willie on display. The younger teen silently congratulates themselves when they are actually successful in making Chubby moan a second time (when they ran a thumb over their hairless cheek), but is quick to shake their head in spite of the accomplishment. Their eyebrows are creasing, and their pulse is a thunderclap in their ears -- it's so loud, it might make Frisk wake up, if the shaking hands do not beat them to it. Hell yeah you are. They need to leave, their dick is starting to really, really hurt, and it scares them. What sinful feelings are being inspired within them at the (soft, dexterous) hands of this fat bastard? They lean forward, enacting an idea that has their heart beating so hard it hurts: they delicately brush back the little wolf's luscious, dark bangs, and place a chaste kiss square on their forehead. Their task completed, the excitement trades places with anxiety, and they quickly, quietly back away, before promptly making a hasty exit. That was a terrible decision. Stupid, stupid, do not form a crush on an idiotic, burdensome Wolfman. "Goddammit, why must you Injuns be so sexy," Chara whimpers, quietly, looking back at the sleeping human, annoyed by how tight their voice had gotten. They need to find a way to quell, maybe find a reason for this horrible ache. Getting a boner is one thing, but an all-inclusive boner that hurts the way this one does (God, their whole undercarriage aches horribly), that can't be normal. The anxiety from their decision to kiss them has only festered, and at the peak, when they've sat on the couch, a moment where they nearly teeter dangerously close to having a panic attack, they draw up an e-mail, quickly addressing it to Alphys. "Subject: 'why my dicc hurt??????'" There; there, yeah, play it cool, play it cool, you've got a handle on things. "The body text is empty. Send message anyway?" You can't panic, do not panic. They hit send, and immediately they feel the repercussions of their actions. "heya." Chara suddenly hears a voice behind them, and they're startled. The phone falls from their already shaking hands to the shaggy carpet below, and they seize up, screaming bloody murder. Soon thereafter, something thuds against the wall. Upon their immediate whirling around, Chara can see through tear-filled eyes that the aggressor is just Sans, whose eye lights have winked out. His anxious clutching at his chest becomes doubling over. He then raises a finger, rasping something about "goin' to grillby's" even as Frisk comes running. "Sorry," Chara wails, as Chubs scoops them up, before realizing their tone probably didn't do anything to ease the skeleton's conscience. They whisper that they want to stay on the couch, and Frisk quietly agrees. Half an hour later, the child's fallen asleep, and Frisk with them. Sans hadn't actually stayed at Grillby's for long. He brought something back (it was Papyrus' cooking lesson today, after all), letting everyone else have a little dinner, while he had his heart attack on the floor. "HELLO, EVERYONE." Frisk groans, then looks up at the new arrival. They look a bit haggard. "hey, bro." Sans is on the floor, looking like he got hit in a drive-by. "Shhh, quieter, please, let them adjust." Chara looks like someone told them earlier that day their mother died. "Oh... another one of those, eh?" "Mm-hmm." So young they are, yet also so very burdened. "Poor, poor thing..." They fade back into unconsciousness. ...chocolate tonight." Chara snorts, quickly waking from their stupor. "Whuh? Chocolate?" Frisk chuckles, ruffling their hair. "Yes, I wAS THINKING ABOUT USING IT FOR TONIGHT'S DESSERT!" Though they wince at the volume, Chara gives the skeleton a thumbs up, yawning as they lean back into Frisk's side, finding comfort in their scent. They always smell so soothing. "Sounn's maaarrrvelous," they slur, lowly, nodding off again. "Wake weeeee when it's donnnne." Frisk leans their head on Chara's, rubbing the younger one's shoulder a couple times. They're about a head and a half taller than the redhead, due to the age difference, but they're done growing, they think, but they just know Chara's gonna get so big. They just want to savor moments like this, these late nights spent holding them, while they can: won't need Frisk forever, after all. Their breathing almost turns back into light snoring, when suddenly Chara nuzzles their ribs-- probably by the bandages (come on, don't do thaaat, man, they need those). "Ch'bsss, y'smell so g'dddd..." Their ears redden, and they worry their lip, looking down at their housemate, whose expression is waaay beyond what cute could be used for in a strictly platonic sense. Yeeeah, they're pretty sure they're fucking gay. End Notes I think I did it. Oh, uh, I'm making an edit. If you're re-reading, or whatever, don't spoil the shitty plot twist. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!