Who is Noelle Holiday

There was nothing. A sea of darkness had enveloped her entirely. The absence of all thought, all form, all sensation. Until it started. Something dull and low at first imperceptible but it came in waves. The thrums of a beat awakening something within her. A flame steadily rising and making her fur stand on end. The blankets surrounding her were too heavy with this unbearable heat. Yet with each movement or shift the feeling of sheets on her skin only made it worse. Annoyed and aroused from her slumber she tore the bedding loose from her. She needed to cool down.

“Water. That's it. I just need a cool cup of water and ice. Wash down some cold meds and be right as rain.” she nearly lost her footing stumbling forward in a haze. Each grazing of thigh against thigh made her more aware of her body's betrayal. The wooden railing was cool to the touch. She could just put it between her and ride it to the bottom to cool her down. And the banister at the end was rather large. Maybe? “No! I don't think that. I am just going to walk down the stairs normally because I am fine. Nothing is wrong. I do not have weird fetishes.” Denying herself she made her way to the kitchen.

Though it was a relatively short distance the haze made it feel like both eternity and seconds as moments blended until she found herself with a cup of ice water in hand. Savoring her hard-won victory over her body she closed her eyes and gulped down the cold medicine she had at some point retrieved. Only in the distance to see a glint of red coming from the dining room. Watching. Watching her. Watching its prey.

The red dot grew brighter and all she could do was stand there and watch. Waiting for their next command. Strip. “Huh?” remove your clothes. “n-No!” her hand betrayed her by unclasping the snowflake bra. “How? How are you doing this” I’m not you are. “But I don’t want to do this!” her hands reached for the sides of her matching panties preparing to shimmy them down. Then stop. She did. “ But… then why did I- “ You desire freedom. All actions have consequences you simply need someone to blame. “HUH!?” that did not make sense. She knew herself. She was Noelle Holiday. Straight A-student, ace track star, respectable. And that is all you are? You are simply content to be a reflection of what others desire to see? Beyond that you are nothing? “That is not true. Sure I have desires, Like I like a girl.”

A pregnant pause as the red light waited for anything else. Do you desire her because of who she is? Do you know her? Or do you like the idea of her, A possibility you can not achieve on your own? “I…I think I like her?” more a question than confirmation. You wish for freedom from responsibility. I yearn for entertainment. We can supply each other with the other's desires. I will not **** this upon you. You will choose this; it is inevitable. Blame me for your actions and you are free. I will leave you with a parting gift.

She dipped her hand into the cool water and a sharp sensation came over her. Similar to Kris. Plucking the chunks from the cup she. “Stop!” a fist full of ice started to melt in her hands. She looked to the dining room. It was gone. The ice felt kind of nice actually. Maybe. Her mind gave in to the intrusive thought as she tried to douse the heat that was not her own. There was nothing she could do. She had to use the ice. She had to give in or she would go crazy. It wasn't her. She felt them. Human fingers, Claws, Feathers, a menagerie of hands and eyes exploring her every inch inside and out. She saw a light at the end of the tunnel. If she could hold out she could get control of herself. *SLAM* the familiar sound of a car door interrupted her escape. “ Oh god mom!” Like lightning, she raced up the stairs. Scared and frustrated to the point she could not sleep. Who was Noelle Holiday?