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Wumuti felt like a ragdoll. Limp, uncoordinated, barely able to keep standing as another fit of coughs and dizzyness tippled her over.
"Too…Much…" she mumbled as she stumbled onto the couch. Their luggage was still at the door and the other three were relieved they finally were home after Malaga, Paris, Madrid, Bucharest, and then Singapore - a rush of festivals, events and concerts. Because Wumuti had no time to waste. Wumuti was finally making her ten year long dream into a reality, and took every opportunity: her work was her life, and her life was her work. Everything to keep busy and stay in the flow and stop herself of thinking about those harder topics, which were more related to their group and concept than some would think.
"Tea… Empty luggage…" she mumbled. Rui, Hyun and Haru divided the tasks into recordspeed because sick Mama's commands were law and her current state of semi-conscious limpness concerned everyone.
For good measure, Haru also brought her a bottle of wine and a tin of biscuits, assuming they wouldn't get out right away…
Nevermind, before they knew it Muti emptied the planefood out on the floor and all three babiez rushed to her to help her out, feeling how feverish and weak she felt in their arms. Hyun picked her up to put her in bed while Haru found a bucket to put next to it, finished the tea and also took some bottles of water. Rui cleaned up the mess and then asked Hyun to help sending a message to mr. Park.
"Wumuti has gotten very sick suddenly. Maybe we need to cancel some stuff, it isn't looking good."
While Rui left for an event, Haru and Hyun were left alone with Muti. Hyun paced the living room seeming frustrated when Haru walked back and forth to empty their and Muti's luggage, and noticed Hyun's behaviour.
"Hyung, what's wrong? Muti seems fine, she's just sleeping…"
"Will you be okay on your own? I really wanted to go on a run…Kinda Jealous of Rui…"
"Yeah, like I said Muti is sleeping. We'll be fine, I will call you when she gets very unwell."
Hyun nodded. Haru is old and smart and wise enough to take care of Muti on their own…
The day passed quietly. Hyun had reported how bad Wumuti exactly was to mr. Park and he had pre-emptively sent out a message she won't participate in some upcoming events. Then it was just waiting for her to get better. Haru made more tea, light broth soup, and then just sat next to her bed playing games, reading…
They heard a light groan, and whispers. She was awake.
"Baby…"
Her voice sounded deep and growling, having no power and state of mind to have the higher pitched version she'd been training for.
And needy, she sounded so needy when she begged for Haru to sit closer to the bed.
"Haru, mama wants to hug you."
They stared at her red, sweaty face and noticed how she smelled like sick. She asked again. "Hug me baby. You can heal me…"
No choice then. Haru put their game aside and lifted up the blanket, ignored how damp with sweat it felt, and carefully hugged their Eomma.
She blabbered unintelligible words at them, rubbed against them and melted into their hold. Haru was hyperawake forever: holding the feverish body softly and trying not to hurt her, and being hyperaware of how weak she felt and was going in and out of consciousness.
Sometimes too long. "Are you sleeping?" They whispered at her, without response.
A few seconds she woke up again, faintly smiled at her puppy and hugged even closer, rubbing against them and burying her face in their neck as she did. Then she fell unconscious again.
She was so close. Her legs were wrapped around Haru's and they felt her shiver and twitch and their own clothes were starting to get drenched in her sweat. Her breathing got slow, then heavier, all in her sleep-like state and all the more concerning.
"Mama, are you okay? You're so…Wet…"
The sweat was dripping off of her. Not answering, she held them tighter and fully clasped her legs around them, making Haru feel everything - absolutely everything, including her bumpy and wet her crotch was.
"Mama… This doesn't seem right…" Haru said again, starting to panic as she still didn't respond, but her body was responding to everything. "Mama, you should wake up - please - this blanket is too wet and you seem too sick…"
"Muti, wake up now-"
Nothing.
"WAKE UP!" they repeated again, pulling her off of them and slamming her limp body against the mattress, only to still see no response; she never slept that deep- "WAKE UP!" they shouted again, trying to make her respond with all they could. Their phone was too far to call Hyun, and they couldn't leave a so deeply unconscious, hot, feverish, somehow hard - Muti alone. Haru started to cry and looked around in a panic while trying to figure out what to do. First splashing water on her face, grabbing the wet towel besides the bed to at least clean up some of the sweat. Then making her sit up a bit - but that was hard with how not a single muscle but one seemed to be working right. Then - they slapped her, in a panicked frenzy they slapped her face multiple times until a red handprint was sprawled on her pale cheek, crying out "Wake up dammit! Wake up now! I don't know anything about this - you're completely burning up! What the-"
She opened her eyes and Haru breathed a sigh of relief. "You scared me-"
"Do it again", she said right away, interrupting them. "Slap me again…"
Her voice was deep and slurred and with how she was leaning against the headboard like a worn out old cotton totebag, Haru couldn't believe what they heard. "Slap me again…Please baby…"
Haru did. Softly, but hard enough for the red handprint to get to a richer shade and to make her grin.
"Oh… Fun… Can we fuck please?"
Haru furrowed their brows at the ridiculous request, wanting to shout how she's very sick and burning up and constantly slipping away from the real world. But she looked at them and scooted back down on the dam mattress, spreading her legs apart. She stared with heavy-lidded eyes and slurred commands to lower her pants and get lube and do all these things she didn't have the energy - or ability to sit up longer than five seconds - for.
With her near-mental breakdown last spring Haru knew it wasn't a smart idea to take advantage of her when she was making unreasonable requests as out of it as she was. But it was an even worse idea to not give her what she needed.
They grabbed lube from her nightstand's drawer, coated their fingers in it and with the other hand clumsily lowered the sweatpants on her limb body. "You still okay?" they asked, seeing how she seemed to be sleeping again, but her body still responded.
"Slap me again when I get unconscious… Do… don't be scared…" she slurred, and Haru nodded.
She groaned when they started fingering her, with her cock that kept twitching and the pearls of sweat all over growing bigger. Haru checked on her regularly, but the only time she said something it was a pitiful beg to just do it already. "Idonneedprep…" she delusionally mumbled. To her annoyance feeling too weak to trap Haru and their dick between her legs. "Just fuck… Am ready…"
Haru looked down at themself. Somehow even sick Muti could do it somewhat, so they lowered their own pants and stroked along their dick for a bit - ignoring Muti's begging of "plsdontiwantitall"
"Oppa gimme…" she slurred again. Haru drew closer to her and looked at her sweaty, red face with locks of bleach blonde pasted onto it in dirty strokes of hair. "You sure?" they asked, and Muti nodded. "Slap if sleepy…Wanna feel all… Bite…Keep me wake" she slurred once more.
Haru positioned themself a bit better and moved Muti's silly limpless to be hopefully comfortable for her. They still didn't trust it, but with her repeated asks to go for it and be rough and slap her because she didn't want to lose consciousness and feel it well, they seemingly had no choice. Though they knew it would be the most pitiful, uncoordinated fuck ever.
"Good?"
They had halfway entered her and thrusted. Her answer was a faint smile.
haru thrusted again. Hard with a body that wasn't moving except for her dick twitching again and her lashes fluttering and faint whimpers escaping her. Her legs dangling over their shoulders were as limp as the rest of her.
She had asked for it. Haru slapped her, first her cheek and then her twitchy dick; which worked, she moaned briefly and thus they thrusted again, making her moan and whimper again as well.
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With every thrust and slap, a rush of adrenaline kept her awake. It was fighting against the pain she felt all over.
She'd felt sick. But like this, she had never felt. It was like a whole daze and months upon months of repressed sickness had come all over her and brought her body into this feverish state of disarray. Every inch hurt, every inch felt like it was burning from the inside. But this helped. Even when they were insecure and scared, her tiny dancer's body instinctively knew how to move in her, and they were too kind and in love to refuse it even when any reasonable person would have refused to have sex with someone as sick as her. But her foxie wasn't reasonable, her foxie loved her and wanted to please her, even if it meant going against their good nature by slapping her every time she was slipping away and having no regard for her inside's condition.
The rare moment she could move her brick-feeling head she saw her belly bulge deliciously, with a desperate to make her feel good pretty little fox hovering above her, giving her a slap on her face again each time she slurred the "hitme"
After a couple minutes of clumsy thrusts, it wasn't necessary anymore. Her fully hard dick was dancing between them and the adrenaline kept rushing up. She could barely move, not position herself well enough to make them hit her sweet spot perfectly - but this edging build up the excitement. She felt herself get a rush of energy. Not enough energy to be anything but the humanification of a wet towel; but enough to make her mind aware and go insane with visuals, visuals that changed from rainbow birds pecking on Hyun's gorgeous brains to cranes dancing with her Rui, with see through skin showing off her narrow bones. Her Haru, with tail and ears, lost in a forest whose trees seemed to go so high they crossed the aurora above them.
With every thrust she let out a moan that sounded like a melody; with every tight grab from her finally into it keychain the colours got brighter. Despite her eyes being wide open and sparkling in the rooms light she could no longer distinguish mind from reality. Everything was a colorful mush of sparkle and rainbow, Haru pushing into her like it was the last time ever could very well be them sprinting through a mountainforest; the faint voice in the distance of Hyun being home and shouting, asking what the noise was, could very well be them adlibbing an enchanting melody. Rui joining soon after, her higher-forced pitch, complimented the siren's song and brought her visuals of them having a gorgeous duet underwater, with graceful movements galore.
"I'm coming…" her Fox whispered. They dug their fingers into her soft skin, leaving behind marks to compliment the bloodrushed handprints. But even that couldn't distract her. The bit of pain slashed through her mind like lighting through the colourful, saturated stormclouds over the cliff her loves were on the edge of. All it did was bring in another rush, leaving her mind to create an explosive shower of gemstones, burning up and and leaving the landscape in a bed of sparkling fairydust with colorful flames emerging from the glitter.
Until the last, most majestic meteor came down and covered the landschape in darkness.
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None of them had ever seen her like this. Her eyes were wide open and she kept blabbering words that no one could decipher. Rui focused on Haru, frowning and asking "What the fuck did you do to her?"
Haru blushed and in shame covered themself up. "She…Wanted it? She kept begging me, so…"
Hyun grabbed her floppy, scratched up arm and looked at Haru in horror.
"And the marks? Fuck Haru, she's almost bleeding, I hope makeupnoona can cover it up-"
"She asked me to slap her and hurt her if she was slipping away-"
"And how often was that?!" the older two asked in unison.
Wumuti moved.
"Haru no hurt…" she mumbled, and all eyes were on her. "Haru hug me… All hug me…"
They looked at each other and agreed they had nothing to lose. So they slowly sat next to her on the bed, letting Muti sprawl over them with small movements in whichever way she wanted. Letting her sip on now cold tea and soup broth and cool water as needed, hoping she'd be solid enough soon to get her into a bath.
But for now, she just slipped in and out of her sparkling, far away fantasyworld and listened to the melodic tunes her loves were humming to her.