Big Sister(s) take little sisters to the mall!

The young mallrat gulped, staring at the eight foot hellhound on the other side of the food court. Even here, her fur shone in the color of Magnificence and Flame the color of Dishonor. She was surrounded by much shorter hellhounds, each barking out demands for attention or food. How he longed for such a life, free of care and worry! He had to give up his childhood so early in life, become a responsible young adult. His only joys were loitering at the mall after working his two jobs there and watching the furry little balls of freedom run around.

He read and re-read the story on his phone some self-proclaimed Little Sister had written about how easy it was to become one, you just had to walk up and ask! Or just smell lonely or pathetic or something like that! He was pretty sure he smelled like that, so if he also asked... Holding the determination to change his life to his fist, he rose to his feet and started walking over to his future Big Sister, only to instantly be bowled over by the rush of motion of some four foot shortstack sprinting over with a stolen rack of t-shirts.

"BIG SIIIIIIIS!!!" she cries, eyes wobbling like fried eggs. "Can you make these fit over my tits but nothing elseeee?!" she whines, and when a burst of flame erupts over them she cheers loud enough to wobble the skylights and sprints off again, trampling over the young man. Covered in paw prints now he rises wobbly back up to his feet, taking a few more steps before his legs are taken out from under him again by yet another little sister carrying an entire gamestop shrunk to the size of a crystal ball in her palms. "BIG SIIIIIIISSSSSS!!!" she cries.

"TELL THEM THE PS3 DOES TOO HAVE GAAAAAAAAAAAMES!!!" she weeps, holding the crystal ball full of screaming tiny people in it up to the exhausted eyes of Big Sis Dishonor. "Uh... the PS3 does too have games, got it?" she grunts out to a chorus of frightened high-pitched cries. The little sister pulls the ball back to her face and looks smugly down upon it. "See!! I told you! Hmph!!!" and then sprints off, the young man narrowly rolling out of the way of another set of comedy paw prints covering his entire body. Okay, walking to her is out, so...

Waiting for the next high pitched cry he grabs onto the ankle of the next little sister running and screaming about pretzels and is dragged along, coughing and sputtering in the dust cloud kicked up by her speedy advance, and then immediately covered in paw prints again when she turns on her heel and sprints back off to go tell them that big sis says that they DO sell pretzel dogs still. Rising up to shaky feet and trying not to think about how being trampled by paws made him feel, the man finally locks eyes with the Big Sister of his dreams.

His jaw falls slack, lost in the galaxies contained within them, the swirling nebula and the infinity of the cosmos, only brought back to Earth by the sound of massive fingers snapping in his face. "I asked you what you WANT, human." Big Sis Dishonor sighs, slumping back in the massage chair that shouldn't be in the foot court but is because she needed SOMETHING comfortable today. "I... I... I want you to make me a little sister!" the young man finally howls. "I'm so tired of living like this! I want to be free and wild and taken care of!" Her eyes narrow as she stares down at him, and a sigh so heavy that it drops him to his knees escapes her lips. "You fuckin' kidding me, pal?" she asks, gesturing at the dozen different clouds of dust with cries of "BIG SIIIIIIIIIIISSSSS!!!!!" emanating from their cores.

The young man frowns, his eyes welling up with tears. "But... but...!" he tries to argue, only to be met with a ball of Dishonor colored flame smacking him in the face, rapidly covering every inch of his body, burning it's way into his mind and soul. "I'll do this, though." In just a moment everything becomes nothing. An endless void where a life, a history, a person used to be. The nothingness wreathed in flame stares out in confusion at the holes where it's identity and reality used to be. The flame wreathed around it burns more intensely.

A history forms. A distant reality, pain, fighting, depression. Then a sudden bright burst of fur and flame, freedom overwriting everything else! Running rampant as a wild beast, reducing that entire plane to glass before sense was regained. Traveling Eternity. Finding others. A dozen lives that rang too close for comfort, granted the freedom they longed for. Little Sisters. A family. The nothingness began to rise, fur forming around flesh around muscle around bone. Eight feet of Big Sister, tits that warp the perception of those that try to size them.

A knotted cock hidden in a sheath that has launched a thousand wars in it's name, a musk that has rendered entire planets into horny, stupid animals. A massive ass that has sat in the laps of monarchs that became jesters in instants. A walking monument of chaos and freedom. Nothingness becomes Big Sister Dishonor, wreathed in flames that burn on their own now. Why wouldn't they? They are her own, after all. With a blink reality returns to her, and the two identical Big Sisters exchange looks that are now only half as tired as their dozen siblings approach at rapid speeds, leaping into twin arms of their twin Big Sisters and whining their newest vapid little issue with mortal mall workers, or asking if they can take their newest drooling bimbo home they'll TOTALLY take care of it this time!!!

The two sigh, no longer heavy enough to drop a man to his knees and simply ruffle the hair of their little sisters, granting their wishes with the wave of a paw and a pulse of will, and then settling back down into the massage couch that they willed into existence. Four galaxies full of swirling nebula and the infinite cosmos stare at each other as the collective IQ of the food court drops well below four digits as cocks slide out of their sheaths. "Hello, beautiful~" they both croon at once, before laughing and wrapping a paw around the other's immense knot and pumping in perfect unison. They've been VERY identical twins as long as this entire universe has stood, and frankly? They've never met anyone else quite so lovely. Precum boils at their flesh as they stroke each other slowly, knowing that soon enough...

"BIG SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! WE WANT YOUR CUM THOOOOUUUUGHHH!!!" comes the immense whining howl as a dozen shortstacks slide on their knees across the entire building, landing lip and tongue first on their big sister's cocks and balls, worshipping instantly. It may be tiring to have this many little sisters, but the two of them can handle it with minimal stress. And besides, as they let the first ropes of cum inflate their bellies and stain their fur, there's plenty of benefits to being a Big Sister too.