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A Chaste Christmas

For PineconePangolin

By Draconicon

"She knew, I bet," Isabella muttered as she walked out of the taxi, crossing her legs tightly as she pushed her skirt down. Her tail flicked up, almost flagging off to the side from the sheer need that she felt between her legs and up into her middle, but she managed to stop that, at least. "Ding-dong-dang it, she probably did..."

"Ma'am?"

"Here," she muttered, the snow leopard handing the bear driver a twenty. "That's enough, right?"

"Yeah...you take care, ma'am."

The taxi drove off, leaving her in a long, furred dress that hugged her ankles. The sleeves ran down to her wrists, cupped her chest gently, and was a soft silver to go along with her fur. It was nice and warm, most of the time. Right now, though, it was almost sweltering. Her cheeks burned as she fought the urge to pant, all too aware of the twin sensations of her sweltering heat between her legs and the solid metal that kept her from getting at it.

She was sure that it was muffled, too quiet to hear through the fur belt at her waist, but the soft click, click, click of the heart-shaped locks at her hips against the rest of the metal chastity belt felt like giant bells of doom following her along the pathway up to the house ahead of her. She felt like she was advertising her bound status to anyone that had ears to hear, and that alone had her dripping almost as much as her heat. Isabella reached back, grabbing her tail and pulling it against her chest almost like it was a comfortable little stuffed animal. This one, however, got all in her face and jabbed her in the nose and lips, and it wasn't fun.

"Gah, bleh. Ptooey!"

It wasn't very lady-like to spit in public, but she had to in order to clear her mouth. The glob of spittle hit the snow just to the side of the walkway, and she blushed, covering her face.

"Nnnnngh...Get it together, Isabella, get it together." Patting her cheeks a few times, she shook her head. "Okay, it's gonna be fine. Just fine. Just a few friends together for Christmas. And Mr. Draconicon is a good guy. He's not going to make it worse...I hope."

The house was just one story tall, but it was large and sprawling. It would have filled two lots if it wasn't for the fact that most of the space it took up went backwards rather than sideways, and it meant that all the rooms ended up being very, very long. Almost like -

"GAH! No, bad brain, no thinking about that!"

Yet, the images popped into her head, regardless. The memories of her mistress, Kiya, and the fun that they'd had. The long strap-on that had been popped into her. The feeling of sucking on it as well as having it pushed deep inside. The memory of cumming her brains out, and then agreeing to wear this after. A week. A week, Kiya had said, no more than that.

Well, a week hadn't sounded so bad...and then one day later, boom. Heat. Fuck. Fuckity fuckity fuck on a pogo stick chased by a rattler. And then fall into a pit of more rattlers. She shook her head.

No more sexy thoughts, no more sexy thoughts. Just...happy, Christmas-time thoughts. Presents and eggnog and happy people and nice songs and -

"Uh, are you going to stand there until you freeze, Isabella?"

"GAH!"

She yelped and meeped as she was startled out of her own thoughts again, her eyes wide and her whiskers standing out at full length and her tail floofed out beyond all measure. Heck, it looked wider than she did at that point.

Standing in the doorway was a black dragon, the very one who had invited her to the Christmas party. He stood there in a Santa hat, a red and white robe, and leaned against the doorway with a mug of hot chocolate in his hand. He offered her the mug, as a matter of fact, and she grabbed for it desperately. The heat came through the ceramic almost instantly, and she sighed at the warmth that it lent her fingers.

"Sorry. Lost in my head again."

"You do that a lot. Come on. You're going to freeze out there."

"Not me! I'm a snow leopard. We're made for this."

"Yeah, says the one who got stuck to the doorknob because she licked it on a dare."

"...Shut up."

She hurried inside, her cheeks burning up again. Spotting a small mountain of shoes by the door, she kicked off her boots as Mr. Draconicon shut the door behind her. She turned her attention back to the hot chocolate, taking a sniff followed by a drink. It was just as creamy, soft and sweet as she had wanted, and she sighed happily as she breathed in the steam after the first drink.

"This is nice."

"Well, chunks of chocolate, hot milk. Best way to do it, I think," the dragon said. "So, ready for a party?"

"Yeah. I need a distraction."

"Yeah, I'm sure. Come on."

The sound of Christmas music in the air was already making her feel better. It was more of the current stuff, some rock covers, and some of the bouncy, dancy bits that she didn't get to hear so much at home. She started to relax -

"So, how's the chastity cage fitting?"

And immediately stumbled forward as they rounded the corner, falling into the couch and flipping over and then somehow managing to land back on her feet. Nothing had been exposed, and nobody was on the couch to bother. The music was all coming from further down the hall in the back of the house, and yet, she still felt like she was going to spontaneously combust.

"Mr. Draconicooooooooon!"

"What?"

"You're not supposed to - did she tell you?"

"Well, yeah. She wanted to make sure that you didn't sneak it off while you were here. Something about - oh, wow. Yeah, you're definitely -"

"SHHHHH!"

All but leaping onto the back of the couch, the snow leopard stuffed both her hands against the dragon's lips. God, but her whiskers felt like they were going to turn into candles and her ears felt like they were already lit up at the tips. The snow leopard whimpered, shaking her head repeatedly.

"Nobody knows. Please. Nobody knows."

"..." The dragon reached up, moving her fingers from his lips. "Nobody does but me. I won't tell anyone."

"Thank you!"

"That doesn't mean they won't find out."

"W-why?"

"Well..."

He pointed over her shoulder, and Isabella glanced backwards. Her eyes widened as a robot drone in silver, gold, and green bobbed down. It was spherical in shape, with a camera eye that pointed at her, and it was ducking down to -

"NOOOOO!"

She whapped it with her tail before it could look under her dress, sitting down with a giant flump. Her cup of hot chocolate, somehow missing for all this time, flopped back into her hands from above. The mystery of where it had fallen from, however, was to remain unsolved as several figures came running around the corner.

One was a white-and-black tigress, one that wore a lab coat that was held shut by a Christmas wreath, one that had a great many buttons in place of lights. She tapped them, making the robot drone come back to her and muttering something as she brushed it off. The other was a badger, one with a Santa hat, his muzzle fur combed into a mustache, and a harp in hand. He sat down by her, patting her back.

"Good afternoon, young one. Welcome to the party. Oh, dear, you're rather overdressed, aren't you?"

"...This...this isn't a...naughty party, is it?" she asked, her voice getting quieter and quieter, more and more like a squeak with each passing word.

"Oh, goodness, no," the badger said. "Nothing of the sort."

"Except for naked room, in very back," the tigress said, her Russian accent so strong that it was hard to completely make out what she said.

"Ah, but the young lady isn't interested in that," the badger said, shaking his head. "Young lady, I merely meant that you are dressed in such a fancy dress. You'd make us all feel like we'd come to a ball in rags, while you look gorgeous."

"...Meep."

"Would you care for the chance to change, perhaps? To put on something a little more casual?"

"If...if you have..."

"We do. Draconicon here makes sure that there is plenty for everyone. I'm sure you'd be more comfortable in something less stifling, as well."

He was right about that. She slowly got to her feet, offering the hot chocolate to the dragon again. He took the mug, and she followed the badger. She managed two steps before the elder male paused.

"Does anyone else hear jingle bells?"

"N-no!"

"I could swear I heard something."

"Must be the music. Keep walking."

"Oh, and Isabella?" the dragon called out.

"Mmmmph?" the snow leopard whimpered as she looked back. "Yes?"

"When you're changing, you might want to freshen up a bit. It's going to get rather hot in here before the party's over. For everyone."

"..."

Oh...no...

The End

Summary: Isabella goes to a Christmas party, completely unaware of the rather ridiculous shenanigans awaiting the snow leopard, and how much it will test her chastity.

Tags: F/solo, dragon, snow leopard, tigress, badger, chastity cage, heat, chastity, embarrassment, cute, silly, holidays, Christmas,