Fan Fiction ❯ Snowflake ❯ A lesson in love ( Chapter 1 )

SNOWFLAKE THE REINDEER c.1

 

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The Character “Snowflake the Reindeer” is one that I created after seeing the picture on my best friend's MSN Biography. If whoever made the picture is reading this, don't get offended, K? I'm not making money or anything off of it.

 

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Chapter 1: A lesson in love

 

“Catch me if you can!” Came a gleeful shout from the Town Square. Seconds later, three reindeer burst from a few of the tiny houses that inhabited the village of Tekkimari.

Barely 10 feet in front of the few female Reindeer that had come at his call was a lone reindeer, laughing with joy and running at high speeds. “Why try, girls?” he laughed behind him. “You know you can't catch me!”

Several half-angry, half-excited shouts echoed towards him. “Dammit, Snowflake!” came a call from Chrissy Tenderhoof. “G-get back here!”

“Come on!” cried Pauline White-tip. “Stop running away!”

“Grrrr….” Came a low, ominous growl from Amanda Fleet, who merely lowered her head and charged forward even faster.

“Hahaha!” came the mirthful mocking from the lips of their intended prey. “Sorry, it doesn't work that way! And you know it!”

“Screw you!” screamed Chrissy.

“That's right, NOW you remember. But only if you can catch me!”

“AAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!” The exasperated female Reindeer focused themselves on the task before them, and put everything they had into their legs. The gap began to close ever so slightly.

9 feet…8 feet…

“Come on girls, just go home!” Snowflake called. “I'm just too fast!”

7…6…

“Not this time, buddy!” shouted Chrissy.

5…4…

“This time, your sexy ass is OURS!”

Their outstretched hands mere inches from the soft fur that covered snowflakes body, Snowflake suddenly ducked his own head down, putting some speed into his own step and dashing ever faster towards the mountains that were his home.

The three females allowed their pace to falter, slow to a crawl and eventually stop. And as they watched the escaping cloud of dust that was headed towards the horizon, each girl dealt with their failure in their own personal way.

“YyyyeeeeEEEAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!” screamed Chrissy loudly, pulling her long brown hair and baring her perfect teeth. Pauline collapsed to her knees, breathing heavily and showing off an enormous pout. Amanda merely said “Damn,” driving her fist into the ground and gouging an enormous hole out of the earth. The other two jumped.

“How does he do that?!” Chrissy exclaimed, folding her arms and growling softly. “I don't even know why I keep doing this!”

“Why won't he stay still?” Pauline huffed, pouting deeper than before. “He told us that he would mate with us if we ever caught him…so why won't he stop?”

“Maybe he doesn't like us.” Amanda grumbled beneath her breath. Then she stopped, staring at her companions confused faces.

Chrissy was the respected leader of the group. She was 5'6, with dark chestnut hair spreading across her shoulders. If sometimes a bit obsessive, she made up for it with her complete denial that anything could be wrong with her.

Pauline was the talented one of the group, having taken dancing, fencing, swimming, jumping and aerobics classes (and those were just the ones the other two knew about). She was 5'4, with short Blonde curls gracing her ears. She always tried to find the good point in things, but the constant irritation of trying to keep up with the fastest reindeer in the north was starting to get to her.

Amanda was definitely the powerhouse of the group. Nobody could ever figure out why, but Amanda had been naturally born with immense power in her muscles. At age 3 she could already lift a refrigerator by herself (two hands, of course). She was 5'7, with long black hair placing a shadowy mask upon her back. She was prone to anger fits, and was voted by the group most likely to accidentally kill Snowflake if the trio ever caught him.

“Nevermind.” Amanda snapped in a low voice. It wouldn't be good for the group to start arguing now. They were always bitchy when they couldn't catch Snowflake. So, trying to get their sexual urges under control, each girl turned and slowly began to walk home.

 

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Snowflake watched the girls stop and pout, sitting at the base of snowy peak mountain. He checked to make sure they were all ok before letting a childish laugh loose from his young lips. “That was great!” he cried. “Nothing like a narrow escape from lustful females to get you going in the morning.” He turned his head towards the mountain tip and began to walk back to his cave.

Snowflake had been born in Tekkimari. By age 2 he had already learned how to run, and he hadn't even learned how to crawl yet. He was a naturally gifted runner, and was judged to be the fastest Reindeer in the known world. But he had a use for his speed, because of a serious problem within his body.

A chemical imbalance of the pheromones in his body caused every of-age female near him to…well…want to have sex with him. There were exceptions, of course, such as his family didn't want to bang him. But everybody else had been after him since they first felt those funny little feelings.

Not, he thought to himself, that they wouldn't chase me anyway. He grinned, wiping his nose with his thumb and raising his head proudly into the air.

He was 15 years old, and 5'9 feet tall. He only weighed in at 120 pounds, but that was more than enough for someone who needed to be as fast as he did. He had light brown hair cut short around his ears, and kept a general air of vitality around him.

Yessir, Snowflake., he thought to himself. You are one sexy Reindeer.

But as he walked up towards his humble abode, a pair of gleaming, feral eyes watched his every step with anticipation and desire. But he didn't see them, nor did he see the twitching tail of his unknown stalker, or hear the silent snicker that broke free of its lips…

 

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Snowflake stepped into his living room, still giggling with glee. He loved life, loved running and most of all, loved having fun. He plopped himself down on his couch and picked up a sports magazine, intent on catching up on his favourite teams stat's.

A mere glimpse of a shadow perched upon his windowsill, disappearing in a flash.

“Ha ha!” Snowflake laughed to himself in triumph. “I knew it! The red-nose rushers can beat the horn-head hoofers any day of the week!”

A silent whisper with fur dove under a table and shot towards the couch.

Snowflake put the magazine down beside him, stretching his arms and allowing himself a quick yawn. “What to do…” he said out loud. Tapping his foot rapidly, he crossed his arms and allowed himself a pout of his own. “I can't believe this. I'm free to do anything I want, but I can't figure out what I'm gonna do!”

“You're gonna close your eyes and put your hands behind your back.” Came a biting cold voice from behind his back, as a cold gun muzzle was pressed into the back of his head. “Or I'm gonna lobotomise you.”

Snowflake gasped in shock. “W…w-what?” he stuttered, shaking with fear.

“Don't get cute with me, reindeer.” Was the reply. Snowflake could hear the sneer in the next words. “You're already cute enough. Now don't make me blow your brains out, huh?”

Snowflake swallowed loudly. His eyes snapped shut and he lifted his hands over his head.

“Now,” came the voice., “Don't move, whatever happens.”

Snowflake nodded shakily as he felt a strip of cloth being tied around his eyes. Gloved hands grabbed his arms, pulling them behind his back. Thin ropes were wrapped tightly around his wrists, causing him to wince in discomfort.

“Open your mouth.” Came the voice, softer this time. His jaw dropped, not because he had been told to but because he finally recognised the voice as female! But before he could ask any questions, a small circle with a cord through it was pressed into his mouth and tied in. The gun was removed from his head.

“Gghh!” He tried to cry out, but the ball gag made it nearly impossible. He heard shuffling behind him, and he strained at the ropes around his hands. There was an amused chuckle.

“You won't be able to break free, silly.” Purred the voice, “Those are the highest quality reigns available.” Footsteps made their way towards Snowflake, who continued to struggle against his…reigns…?

He stopped pulling. It was starting to chafe his wrists anyway. He turned his head towards the footsteps, making a pained noise.

Something clapped around his neck and chest, and he heard a clicking sound. “Oooohhh…” came the girls voice, “in pain, are we?” She giggled. “Not yet…”

Snowflake shuddered, then jumped with shock as he felt a sharp point pressed against his cheek. “Not yet…”

There was a quick array of slashing sounds. Snowflake cringed with each noise, bending away and squeaking with fear. But he felt no pain except that from his wrists. He heard the girl giggle again, and felt the gloved hand move gently across his face, caressing his trembling cheek.

“Don't worry, Hon,” she cooed into his twitching ear, “I won't play that rough with you…”

Snowflake heard a flopping noise on the floor around him, and felt his face turn bright red as he felt a draft. He pressed his knees together and hunched his head forward, trying desperately to cover his nude body.

Pointed fingers pressed into his shoulder blades, and he felt himself being marched across the floor. He moved as quickly as he could, but felt terribly embarrassed.

Then he felt a quick pressure at the back of his head, and a few seconds later the blindfold slipped off. But before he could look out at his surroundings, a hand clapped across his eyes. “Now, cutie…” she purred into his ear, “I'm gonna take the blindfold off for now. Just to show you who I am, and to let you see how cute you look like this. OK?”

He nodded slowly. The hand removed itself slowly from his face, and he found himself staring into his full sized mirror in his bedroom.

He was blushing from head to foot, with not a scrap of clothing remaining on his body. His hands were tied firmly behind his back with a set of reigns, and he wore a harness that wrapped around his neck and came down his chest to wrap under his arms. A single strand of cord came from the harness, and ended up in the same place that the reigns did; in the hand a very tall, very buxom, very…scantily clad…fox girl.

She stood at around 6 feet tall, black leather gloves on her hands and black boots on her feet. A black leather belt wrapped about her waist, and in her off hand was a long whip. Snowflake suddenly felt even more uncomfortable than he had before.

She gave the mirror a big grin, placing a firm heel into his back and forcing him to kneel on the ground. Her thin fingers deftly untied the knot around his mouth, and she pulled the ball gag out from between his aching gums. He looked nervously up at the girl, who winked and told him, “Until I decide to let you go, Snowflake…you're my new slave. Understand?”

He stared at her grinning face. “B-b-but…I-I…I don't even know your n-name…?”

She sighed, shaking her head wearily. “Well, my name's none of your concern yet, slave. You can call me miss, highness, ma'am, matriarch or mistress. Understand?”

“U-umm..y-yes…” he replied shakily, glancing down towards the floor to avoid staring at her enormous, beautiful, bouncing, bare, voluptuous…eyes.

A sharp swish cut through the air, ending with a loud CRACK across the young reindeer' back. Snowflake's eyes bulged, and he let out a yelp of pain as he struggled involuntarily at the bonds around his wrists. He gasped in multiple sharp breaths as he felt the burning pain on his back dance and twist, shooting fire through his spine and piercing his nerves with needles.

A black clothed hand grabbed his short hair and lifted him off the floor, causing him to squeal in pain once again as he wriggled in her grasp. She pulled his face up to the mirror until he could see her entire body. Her face had gone from playful and saucy to strict and dominant. Her face was grim as she stared into his eyes.

“'Yes, what', slave…?” she demanded, glaring knives at poor Snowflake.

“Y-yes, Ma'am…” he whimpered quickly, tears squeezing out from beneath his eyelids. He clenched his teeth and kept his lips tightly closed to keep from sobbing.

A look of satisfaction broke out across her lips, and a tiny light sparkled in the depths of her big brown eyes. “That's better. Now…” she spoke as she released his hair, dropping him back to his knees.

She sauntered casually towards where his bed used to be. He stared at her intended destination with tear-stained eyes and a quivering jaw.

His tiny, one-deer bed had been replaced with a giant ultra-king-sized mattress. All his dressers and tables had been moved in order to make room for the bed. He found himself wondering idly how she had fit the mirror in the room, or how she had gotten the bed in at all. But that wasn't the problem. The problem was the black bedsheets, the black covers, the black-painted wood and the back-lace pillows. Bars and alcoves were set in both the top and bottom of the bed, and ropes, cords and handcuffs already sat in many of them. Beside the bed, newly set up on the wall, was a large rack of…well, torture instruments, really. Multiple types of whip, riding crops, long paddles, straps, switches, cloths pins, candles with lighters...Snowflake felt more tears begin to stream down his face, and couldn't help but sob a few times.

This didn't seem to faze his new “mistress”, who crawled provocatively onto the bed, snuggled up against the pillows and extended her finger towards him.

“You.” She commanded in a biting tone. “C'mere…” With that, she smiled sweetly and tugged on the reigns that bound his wrists and neck. Stumbling forward, he quickly got to his feet to avoid being dragged across the floor. He nervously approached the young fox, his head hung low and his knees practically glued together.

She laughed hysterically, placing the whip on the floor and holding her sides. Snowflake merely stood there, tears running down his face and a blush covering his entire body.

“Oh, don't worry so much!” The girl squealed, bursting once again into laughter. “It's obvious you're new to being a bondage slave, so I'm gonna take it easy on you for a while. Feel better?”

He slowly nodded his head, still not looking towards her.

The girl clucked her tongue. Then she shook her head and crawled on all fours over to the edge of the bed, where Snowflake stood shaking and cringing. She put her hands on his cheeks, pulling his face up to meet hers. He sniffled, looking into her eyes pathetically. She moved her lips close to him.

“It's ok, Snowflake.” She breathed into his ear, embracing him in a gentle hug and leading him gently around the bedside and onto the bed. She laid him down on the pillows facing the ceiling, moving to the top of the bed and tying his reigns to the wooden bars. She then worked her way down to his side, stroking his hair with the tenderness of a mother. He glanced over, his tears halted for the time being. He sniffled, still quivering slightly. She gave him a reassuring smile, worming her way up onto his body. She pressed her hips into his, laying her soft chest against his. Her supple breasts moved around the harness that sat upon Snowflakes shoulders, pressing their gentle warmth against his own nipples. He felt a surge of blood run through his body as his eyes widened, and he pulled faintly at the bonds on his hands.

She kissed his neck softly as she began to ride her hips up and down across his crotch. The kisses moved up his neck, across his cheeks and over his own lips. She moved her tongue slowly into his mouth as she continued to gently ride him, rubbing her breasts against his chest with practised ease.

He moaned, the pleasure of the experience causing him to all but forget the cutting pain in his wrists. He ceased resisting, beginning to kiss her back and pulling his hips up and down in time with her movements.

She lifted her head upright quickly, eyes wide with shock. Then she gave him a warm smile, reaching down and pulling off her gloves, boots and belt. She then reached around to the back of his body and easily unwrapped the knots that kept his hands bound. He gasped with pain as blood began to flow through his hands once again, bringing with it feelings of intense pain. She stroked his cheek with a long finger, tossing the reigns over the side of the bed and pulling his hands out in front of his body. She gently massaged his wrists, sending blood back into their arteries and making his fingers tingle.

Sighing, the fox nuzzled her head against Snowflake's chest. She then continued to ride, only a little faster, a little harder. Snowflake groaned loudly, a smile touching his lips as his now-working hands grabbed the girls' hips as he continued to thrust his hips into hers. She purred contentedly, leaning down and kissing him softly over and over. He kissed her back, trying to be firm but only succeeding in returning her own kisses back to her.

After a few minutes, she ceased riding and moved around to the top of the bed. She untied the remaining rope, then came back to Snowflake and pulled a key from the belt she had been wearing. She rolled him over, unlocking the harness he wore and removing it from his body.

Snowflake sat up, staring at the girl with a curious expression in his eyes. “W…what are you doing, Mistress?” he asked gently, grinning at the word `mistress'.

She nodded approvingly, then reached for the end of the bed. “I broke into your house. I held a gun to your head. I forced you into slavery, hit you and sexually harassed you. I'm dangerous, don't you think?”

Snowflake blinked. What was she doing?

The fox pulled two ropes, a ball gag and a blindfold from the edge of the bed, and set them down in front of Snowflake. “You never know when I might get dangerous. I insist that I be tied, to prevent me from doing any further harm to you or your belongings. After I've been tied, I guess it's up to you to decide what to do with me, hm?”

Snowflake smiled gently, moving around behind the girl. He picked up the first rope and tied it around her ankles. “Alright, face the bed.” He told her gently. She complied, giggling as he tied her hands behind her back. He tied the ball gag into her mouth and wrapped the blindfold around her eyes, then crawled down towards the end of the bed and pulled off another long piece of rope. He tied the new piece around her wrists, then ran it down to her ankles and across her lean stomach.

He got off the bed, standing up straight. He smiled as he admired his handiwork. “Try and get out.” He told her, watching with amusement as she struggled against the knots. She finally gave up, breathing heavily. She was firmly bound; she couldn't move her arms from her back or her knees from her chest.

“Now, what can I do with you to make sure you never do anything like this again, hm?” He asked, more to himself than to the girl. “I could always call the police…” he mused, grinning to himself as his `captive' winced at the word `police'. “But that would mean letting people know where I live, and that would mean I couldn't get away from the sex-crazy females of my hometown. So, lucky for you, that's out of the question.”

She smiled through the gag.

“But that only leaves 3 options, one of which is even more out of the question than calling the police. So since there is no way I'm going to kill you, that leaves a spanking…”

The fox giggled, pulling gently at her bonds and squirming on the bed.

“…or the use of my own personal philosophy. I got it from an anime book I read; “All the world really needs is a good hard yiffin'.”

The girl lifted her head as best she could, a puzzled look making its way through the gag and the blindfold.

“Oh, come on. You're a fox, right? How can you not know what `yiff' means?” Snowflake laughed to himself as he made his way over to the bed. “It has two different meanings. One, it's the sound a fox makes when it's in trouble. Never been in trouble, huh?”

The girl shook her head.

“Two…” he told her quietly, moving up behind her and wrapping his arms around her stomach. She jerked up her head and squeaked.

“It means to have sex.”

 

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Well, thank you good reader for reading my first “Snowflake” fanfic. I don't normally write stuff like this, so if it sucked, tell me how I can improve it in a review, hm? But personally…

…I think it's cute.

Ciao!

 

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