Damnation and Salvation

Pt. 3

Illuminated by nothing more than the dim light of a cigarette and even dimmer light of Honesty colored flame, the Insincerity clad little sister stares into the blank black city sky. She's clad in little more than panties and a black tank top, sitting on the balcony. Surrounding her hindpaws are countless cigarette butts, joined by another. She lifts a new cigarette to her muzzle and holds her paw up to it, frowning deeply when her personal flame is too dim to light it. That frown hasn't been on her face for awhile, but it still feels natural

"Does my human family even know the person I used to be is gone?" she thinks to herself, staring at a sky that feels like a reflection of her own internal abyss. "Probably not. You smelled isolated." The balcony is illuminated by Salvation colored flame as Big Sis Damnation walks onto the balcony, an unnatural frown on her own muzzle forming as she sees the state of her little sister, who doesn't even react to the sudden appearance nor narration reading. Insincerity just turns to her big sister and gestures to her unlit cigarette.

Damnation shakes her head and brushes cigarette butts to the side to take a seat next to her. "You haven't smoked since I Ignited you. Can't say it's bad for your body anymore, but... tell Big Sis what's wrong?" Insincerity turns away and stares at the sky again. Silence reigns. After an uncomfortable stretch of minutes she sighs, knowing her Big Sister isn't going to leave her alone. "I guess... I dunno. I didn't used to be a Hellhound. Was it really okay for me to just vanish like that? Drop my responsibilities and life and be a fucktoy?"

"Fuck, am I even a Hellhound?" she continues, staring at her fur lit only by the cold moonlight and minor amount of Big Sister's flame reaching her. "My flame's so dim now... and we aren't supposed to have doubts about things, right? Just be thoughtlessly hedonistic..." Big Sister Damnation's arm wraps around her shoulder, Salvation colored flames burning softly. "Our Flame is us. It burns as brightly as we feel, and you're clearly going through it right now. It'll burn bright again when you feel better. Promise."

Insincerity relaxes a little at this, enough to lean into her Big Sister's touch. "As for thoughtless hedonism... I mean, it IS fun! But there's no right or wrong way to be a Hellhound. Not as far as I know, anyway. Nobody ever taught me." Insincerity blinks at this. "What do you mean? You were born a Hellhound, right?" she asks, crawling into Big Sister Damnation's lap. Damnation wraps her other arm around her little sister, who lights her cigarette on salvation colored flames. "I was, yeah. But my parents left the moment I was born."

"My mother's womb couldn't handle a full litter so I was the only one that was born. And my other mother wasn't happy about only having one daughter, so... she just bit open a hole in reality and they both left. I've been alone ever since." Damnation finishes with a shrug. "Well... maybe not ever since." she adds, tilting her head in thought. "I guess I haven't been alone since I smelled your soul. It was a night kind of like tonight, wasn't it?" she smiles down at Insincerity, whose eyes resemble wobbly fried eggs with tears. "Uh... you okay?"

A Hellhound's flame is their soul, their essence, their very being. When shared with a mortal it can share whatever the Hound wishes. When shared with another Hellhound, even in just the form of lighting a cigarette, it shares everything. Not a single word of Damnation's has reached her little sister's ear since the first inhalation of smoke, but it didn't need to. A demonic lifetime of isolation, of fighting and clawing for survival, of running from entities with more age and skill, losing relationships to bigots. Never having a home for more than a few moments. Of a night just like tonight, standing before a ripped open hole in reality, ready to leave for another new world until a scent reached her nose. She didn't think much of it at the time, but... one last interaction, right?

The outpouring of love never felt before from having a little sister. A hole in reality turned into a hole in time, working hard to retroactively have a home for her. The first time stability was ever felt in Damnation's life. The first time she's felt ready to dig her paws into the dirt and refuse to move, no matter what comes at her now. A half smoked cigarette falls to the balcony floor, burning next to the butts of it's deceased brethren before a waterfall of tears explodes out of Insincerity's eyes, washing them all away. "BIG SIIIIIIIS!" she howls before slamming her face into her sister's cleavage, sobbing and wailing. Damnation blinks slowly before realizing what happened, sighing softly and petting her sister's head. "You didn't tell me... you didn't tell me we were the same...!" Insincerity manages between sobs.

"... I guess I didn't. Sorry, little sis. I wanted you to think I was cool and knew what I was doing a little longer, I guess." Damnation responds, turning to the empty sky herself. She doesn't get to look for long though, emitting a yelp as her little sister headbutts her tits. "You ARE cool, Big Sis!" Insincerity sniffles. "You went through all of that but didn't give up living. If you didn't show up that night, I..." the sentence goes unfinished as Insincerity looks away for a moment. "... I'm really glad you found me. I mean it."

Honesty colored flame slowly starts to burn brighter around Insincerity colored fur as the two sisters smile through tears at each other, until the visible sound effect of "Grope Grope" floats over them. Damnation looks down at her little sister taking a pawful of tit. "Really?" "I can't help it! I'm a little sister!" Insincerity huffs, sticking her tongue out at her Big Sister. Damnation just rolls her eyes but smiles as she turns the shared hug into a headlock, slamming Insincerity face-first into her armpit. The little sister immediately paints Damnation in her cum as she drowns in her big sister's scent, tongue lolling out and applying a second coating of cum as she laps up big sister's pit sweat. After a few moments of this the little sister whuffs in confusion as she's suddenly pinned to the still tear soaked floor.

Big Sister cock throbs ominously above her and she swoons, legs spreading instinctively. The balcony creaks ominously under the strength of Damnation's thrusts but a burst of flame reinforces it. It's fast and rough, hips slapping against hips hard enough to shatter human bones. But neither of them are humans. They're Hellhounds, and sisters. The two of them howl in joint orgasm, the sound waves traveling back in time and knocking the power out of the entire city before nightfall even happened. They stare out into the sky, now full of stars. And then turn their gazes once again to each other. "I love you, little sis." Damnation says, her knot firmly tying the two together physically and spiritually.

"Wuhh... wub you too Big Sis..." Insincerity slurs, reaching up for her big sister, who leans down into her embrace. The two share a kiss, and Insincerity grunts into it as her belly distends even more as that simple showing of affection was enough to make her big sister cum again. They both know that Insincerity is pregnant now. And they know that they won't abandon whatever comes out of her.