Twisted Fates: Cold Snow
Warning: This story contains mature, extreme themes and sexual situations with underage characters not quite in their teens.
This story may be part of a series if I receive good feedback and the desire for continuation is there. I certainly have plans as to where the story will go, and it will be a story, don't you worry. In fact this would have probably been twice to three times the length like I originally planned if I hadn't gotten tired of writing and decided to break what was going to be the first part up into more parts.
Thank you.
Twisted Fates: Cold Snow
By Latikitty
Chase considered herself an abnormal girl. For a snow leopard she fit in rather well wherever she went and seemed to exist like a chameleon just passing through. Her presence was inconsequential; at home, at school, at the playground, at swim meet and even at the dinner table, her older sister and younger brother receiving the lion's share of the attention by a wide margin. She was a middle child, she was a fairly average individual, she was nothing special to the world.. and as such none knew about her secret habit.
Every day whether before school or on the weekends Chase would wake up early in the morning when the birds were still singing their early morning chorus and the sun was just barely peaking its head up above the horizon, step out of bed, slide her panties du jour down the shapely curves of her hips and thighs, lift her nightshirt up over her head to reveal the subtle rises of her developing breasts and slip like a thief out her first floor window and into the woods beyond.
Her parents had told her not to go out into the woods. There might be feral wolves, coyotes or even axe-wielding maniacs. That had been their reasoning. The leopardess was twelve years old, though. Telling her to do something was like an open invitation to do exactly that behind their backs, especially if even being caught would garner her some momentary attention. Her five seconds of household fame. Even in the breezy month of November she would tread the snowy ground with comfort and ease, wind flowing through her thick coat of spotted fur comfortably. She'd been walking these woods for a good three months now, every morning, and in that time she'd even lost a few pounds from the effort. That put her on the slender side of average but not skinny as a rail. She was average but pretty, though at her age she wasn't developed, popular or interesting enough to be on the receiving end of all too many love letters. She was, however, the only female member of the swim team, and she was quite popular with the otter twins whom found it so interesting that a cat could swim as well as they could.
In her months of backyard adventuring through the woods she had not once come across a wolf, a coyote or an axe-wielding maniac. Not once. She had seen a few snowshoe hares, a few squirrels, a plethora of birds and even a fox, once, but nothing particular of interest. She passed by a big bank of snow as she went, now far and away from the early morning comforts of home, the snow leopardess pausing to offer it a gentle kick. Thud. She let out a sharp squeak that was far closer to a rodent's call than any noise a cat should make, hopping back and lifting her footpaw into the air, bending her knee and curling her toes down with a sharp but quiet crack. There was something hard under the snow! It had even moved a little when she'd kicked it... Suddenly the leopardess felt a sharp pressure about her shoulders, arms lifting in a wild flail, trying her best not to fall but she was brought down despite, pushed onto her belly with her snout in the snow. Something pushed down on her back, her bottom, her shoulders.. a whole-body pressure, sharp pinpricks digging into her flesh about her neck. In that moment Chase was sure that she was going to die. Her heart leapt into her chest, beating so hard that it felt as if it might just pop. Her parents had been right after all.. she was going to be some lucky wolf's neck meal, she just knew it! She buried her muzzle in the snow and tucked her ears back tight, waiting for the end and praying that it was swift.
The end, as it turns out, never came. Chase felt a cold muzzle nose in against her ear, small and delicate, a conversely warm, rough tongue lapping out along its edge. She opened her eyes in the snow, remaining still but wary, another long, loving lap gliding gently through her fur. "Who are you..?" The leopardess offered in a meek, submissive tone, that tongue sliding once more along her ear before pulling away.
"What's your name?" A quiet, feminine tone questioned in reply, shocking the leopardess with its sudden breach of the absolute silence surrounding them.
"My name's Chase..." The snow leopardess answered almost automatically, speaking on reflex to save her life rather than bothering to think through the situation.
"Alley." Replied the voice behind her, the pressure on her shoulders suddenly alleviated. Rather than get up immediately the leopardess waited, now as confused as she was fearfull, though soon she felt a cold pair of fingers lace with her own and pull upwards, urging her to her feet. Chase complied without question, her body trembling in the afterthroes of fright as she stood, turning her head just in time to be met by a sudden blinding darkness which blotted out all light, those same cold fingers tying some sort of makeshift blindfold to the back of her head. She whimpered pathetically, her situation having turned dire once more, the cat feeling a paw to her back pushing her forward through the snow.
They didn't walk far before the paw at Chase's back gripped her bare fur and pulled her to a stop, a hiss of pain surpassing her lips.
"Turn." The feminine voice issued out coldly, the paw at her back twisting to one side. Chase turned obediently until that paw tugged again, the leopardess letting out a muted whimper.
"Kneel." That voice echoed through her head, very close to her left ear. She flopped down almost instantly onto her knees, her lengthy, spotted tail tucking in between her legs. The paw at her back then gave a rough push, forcing the leopardess face first into the ground once more, though this time there was something beneath her, something under the snow. She felt a firm pressure on her lower back, then felt something snap in around her left ankle. Then her right. She quickly realized that she was being locked into place, the leopardess gasping and trying to struggle only to feel that pressure on her back press down more firmly and force out a few unnecessary cracks, the cat's eyes opening wide as the pressure shifted, her paws repositioned in the snow and wrists locked into place as well.
For a time nothing happened. It was as if the creature atop her body was waiting for her to calm down, to get used to the pressure on her back and the tighteness around her limbs. Then, suddenly, the former was gone, the leopardess left to arch her back with another sharp crack and a sigh of relief as far as relief went. Chase was blind, dominated, tied down.. she couldn't guess her fate, only that another girl would be the one to decide it. She bit gently down on her bottom lip, wiggling her tush and tail in the air uncomfortable. A few seconds later she felt an odd touch beneath her shoulders, her left first and then her right, something wiggling and wriggling into place. Toes. Then suddenly she felt cold fur tickling her nose, the leopardess wrinkling her muzzle as something shifted back and pressed up against it, the sides and top of her muzzle surrounded in fur with a musky scent invading her nostrils. It took a moment for things to settle in, for Chase to realize that the softly moving length of fur atop her muzzle was a tail.. and her nose was pressed firm, squished even, to the puckered hole at its base.
"Lick." Came that cold, commanding voice. Chase's eyes opened wide beneath her blindfold, trying to squirm away, batting her nose this way and that against the cheeks which surrounded her muzzle only to be pushed back by downwards pressure and a paw atop her head.
"Lick." Echoed the voice, releasing Chase's head only to once more have her nose pressed nice and firm to the obscenely warm flesh which sat atop her muzzle. She let out a pathetic whimper and slowly parted her lips, trembling tongue extending to press into a patch of icy cold fur, lapping gently upwards over that warm, winking, fleshy hole from its bottom to the base of her tail before tucking her tongue quickly back within her muzzle, the musky flavor now trapped within causing her to shiver.
"Good girl. Lick." That voice offered more calmly, perhaps as if a suggestion. Chase paused, refusing, only to be met by a sharp smack between her ears from the flat of her captor's paw.
"Lick." Came a more direct command, and without hesitation the leopardess licked. She extended her tongue and lapped, then lapped once more, grooming that tensing, fleshy hole over and over and over again. For the next few minutes no words were shared, not a second wasted, the snow leopard just licking and licking that puckered hole with her warm, wet, admittedly rough tongue. Her captor shivered now and then but no more, then finally after a good five minutes lifted her tail and began to purr.
The leopardess' mind was muddled. She ceased her lewdest of grooming upon hearing that purr, ears perking to take in the only sound she had heard in what to her felt like an eternity, the only sound otherwise having been the slightly wet slurping of tongue to moistened flesh. She wasn't commanded to lick, but that soft purring ceased, tail falling flat once more onto her muzzle to lay across the top of her head against her snow white hair. After a moment's hesitation Chase opened her muzzle and licked experimentally once more, that tail atop her head lifting and that light purr returning once more.
Chase felt.. weird. She was compelled to lick. She wanted to hear that purr, and something deep within her belly down towards her groin throbbed each time she did. She closed her eyes softly beneath her blindfold, taking in a deep, whuffly breath through her nose and inhaling her captor's musky scent mingled with several other, more spicy aromas in the air that sent shivers down her spine. Her lean, rough tongue lapped and lapped, slurping lewdly on the offering of flesh before her, no longer caring what it was.. where it was.. what it meant. She even licked deeper as time went on, as the seconds melded into minutes, pushing so firmly against that passage as to be met by a sudden restrictive tightening and a low murr from her captor above. She was momentarily startled by her own ferocity, blinking beneath her covering and blushing a bright, carnal red on her cheeks beneath her fur.
Suddenly the fur against her cheeks and under her shoulders began to shift in hurried movement, the leopardess letting out a greedy mewl as her treat was taken from her as much to her own surprise as to her captor's. A sudden flecking of snow shot up against her muzzle and onto her head and Chase scrunched up her muzzle just in time to feel small, cold paws pry open her jaws front the front as something hot and fleshy rubbed up against her nose. She was so startled by the whole event that she didn't react, letting her captor hold open her maw and shove something within against her tongue, a wide, slightly flat and wiry bit of flesh that just as quickly twitched, expanded and shot load after load of hot, sticky spew down her throat and onto her tongue, the leopardess sputtering and coughing up much of her offering back onto her captor's flesh. She heard a pleased rumble let out from above as that dribbling length retreated, her muzzle released to allow her jaws to close and throat to swallow. The fluid was thick, creamy and somehow both very salty and just a little bit sweat. It was bitter to gulp down but she did so despite even if she wasn't exactly sure why.
As the leopardess recovered from the surprising turn of events she felt a pressure on her lower back once more, gentler this time. Its pressure felt familiar, and she realized rather quickly that it was likely her captor's bottom. Her ankles were unlocked and then her wrists, all without a word, but far more surprising was the sudden tug up at her blindfold to free her vision to the world, the leopardess immediately blinded by what was now an early morning's sun. She briefly saw the blindfold get tossed down before her in the snow, saw padded feet walk by her head, and then the leopardess closed her eyes to rub at them roughly with her paws, taking the time to rise up onto her knees with her legs splayed out to the sides behind her.
What Chase saw when she opened her eyes was certainly not what she expected. Things were still a little blurry and dappled with sunspots but not ten away sat a female cat naked in the snow, head tilted away, muzzle lifted, staring off into the sky. At least she appeared to be female, but... She was.. an odd sight in general. First of all she was an albino; the leopardess knew enough to know that. Her fur was white, her skin, nose and the pads of her feat were milky, slightly see through and dappled with a pearly shade. Her eyes were a pinkish red, as well.. that was likely the most obvious giveaway. Like most albinos she was a bit.. off. Her proportions were a bit wonky, but luckily for her she had received them in a rather pretty way. Slightly larger than normal feet, a tail which was thicker near the base and smaller near its tip, larger than average paws and one ear slightly larger than the other. Otherwise she was rather normal, and even pretty, especially so for an albino, and around Chase's age, too, perhaps even a bit younger. A plethora of scars marred her body, however.. her legs, her belly, one over one breast and up to her neck, her arms and even her muzzle. As to what sort of cat she was.. well.. Chase couldn't even venture a guess!
It took Chase a moment to notice the cat's other oddity, which made it all more obvious what had happened before she was released. The lips of her sex between her thighs rose higher towards her belly than was normal, and just above her clitoral hood sprouted a rather odd bit of masculine flesh, obviously malformed. It almost looked like a tongue; long, tapered, pink, nearly flat and slightly bendy. It appeared to be about six inches long and at least two thick at the base, though it quickly shrank down towards its end. Ridges ran up along its sides in uneven increments, appearing almost like feathers. It even possessed an inwards indented line than ran up along its center towards its tip, that tapered triangle at its end oozing little bits of post-ejaculatory precum still into the snow. An odd shiver ran up Chase's spine as she took in its features; just to know that that had been in her mouth.. and her first.. well.. it was a rather odd feeling. It was a rather pretty organ, but most definitely alien to the young cat.
"Um..." Chase tried to offer something but no words would come out. The other girl seemed to be ignoring her, watching a bird perch atop the branch of a high up tree. She let out a little sigh, taking a moment to survey her surroundings. She had been strapped to what appeared to be some sort of a gurney lodged in just beneath the snow. That mound which she had experimentally kicked was still in view, perhaps a good thirty feet away through the leafless trees. The naked cat sat next to a pile of kindling, perhaps having been trying to make a fire, though all attempts thus far seemed to have failed if that was the case. Behind her was a large brown satchel stuffed to bursting, and otherwise there appeared to be absolutely nothing about but the silence of the woods encroaching in on them. The birds had stopped chirping a while ago.
"Your name is Chase. My name is Alley." The cat suddenly spoke up, bowing her head and turning her intimidating eyes to gaze into the snow leopard's bright green ones.
"Um.. right..." Chase nodded shyly, unable to stare for too long into those pink red eyes of hers. "Why..?"
"Because it felt good." The cat offered quickly, cutting her off. That had been the question that Chase was going to ask. Why had she pounced her. Why had she tied her up. Why had she made her lick and then...
"O.. oh..." Chase mumbled quietly, lowering a paw to flick away a bit of branch in the snow before her. "Why let me go, then?"
"So you don't die." The odd cat-of-sorts offered as if that were a completely normal response to her question. Chase wasn't going to touch that one any further.
"Where did you come from.. um.. Alley..?" Chase changed the subject, eyes lowering to watch as the cat's odd masculine anatomy shriveled up to appear just a little triangle of flesh above her clit on her extended sex.
Alley lifted an arm to point in the opposite direction of Chase's home and the humble town of Althers, offering not a word to explain her predicament.
"Do you have any family? Anybody?" Chase tilted her head questioning, searchingly, conflicted in her heart of hearts as to what to say or do. Should she just leave? Run? Or stay..? But why would she stay?
"No." Alley answered almost immediately. Chase's ears sank. Was she a runaway? She couldn't have been living on her own for all that long. Just then Chase remembered how cold Alley's fur had felt. She must be freezing! The leopardess could handle the cold, and while it was only just below freezing most species still had trouble with prolonged periods outside.. and that was with clothing on, to boot!
"Umm.. are you cold? Can I.. Can I go and get you a lighter or something? And some blankets? Would that.. would that be okay?" Chase ended her series of questions with a hopefuly mewl. Her heart was racing in her chest. What was she doing!? Why the hell would she want to come back here? This girl had attacked her.. physically and sexually.. but.. but she wasn't hurt. And.. and she had.. she had enjoyed.. licking... She shook her head quickly, repulsing the thoughts.
"Okay." Alley offered simply, crossing one arm across her chest to scritch at her opposite arm with what appeared to be rather sharp claws. And Chase had felt them...
"Mmh, okay! I'll be right back, Alley. I live really close, so I'll bring you some stuff, alright?" Chase bobbed her head proudly, feeling the exhilaration of being the savior, of having an important purpose in life for what was probably the first time. Without a moment's pause she picked up and sprinted back the way she'd come, her shoulder length hair streaming in the wind behind her. Even at a run turned job turned walk near the end it still took her a good ten minutes to spot her house looming up out of the woods. She climbed quickly into the window, leaving it open behind her, ignoring her clothing piled on the floor and the fact that her fur was cold and covered in snow to rush out of her room and into the living room. She was aghast to see her parents sitting on the couch watching the news, and they were just as surprised to see their daughter come running naked at a pant from her room covered in snow.
"What in the heavens..?" Chase's mother, a tall, slender an sensuous mid-thirties snow leopardess almost dropped her cup of coffee as she rose from her seat. Her father was quick to follow, the big cat a little older and showing his age compared to her mother's ageless beauty.
"Where we you, young lady? And where are you going all in a puff? And without your clothes on!" Chase's father practically growled at her, obviously angry as well as upset at her behavior. Chase hadn't realized how long she'd been gone.. she thought it had only been half an hour, tops!
"I.. I.. I went for a walk in the woods..." She blurted out with a squeak, instantly covering her lips. Both of her parents were quite obviously shocked by the confession but Chase's mother looked like she was about to smack her silly!
"Into your room right now and get dressed, young lady! You're grounded! When we're ready for you we'll let you out and you can have some breakfast and off to school with you.. but we'll be picking you up right after, don't you worry!" Her mother hissed, absolutely in a huffy frenzy. With ears folded back Chase turned around, padded back to her room, closed her window and sat on her bed, head flopping into outheld hands as she burst into tears. So much for being the savior.. so much for anything...
A few hours later it was time for school. Chase had calmed down a bit after the chastisement from her parents. Breakfast had helped, but her mood was still sour. Every time she thought of Alley freezing out there in the snow her heart sank into her shoes, the little leopardess primped and properly dressed for school, now. She couldn't tell her mother.. or her father.. or anyone. But...
"Mom..?" Chase called out quietly from the back seat of the car, her mother driving, her older sister in the front seat and her younger brother beside her to the far side of the car.
"Yes, Chase?" The older leopardess echoed, her attention remaining mostly focused on the road.
"Is there anything out east of the house..? Through the woods?" Chase questioned innocuously, trying not to raise her mother's suspicions. Luckily her ploy worked; the older leopard didn't seem to connect her morning venture with her question.
"Just an old asylum, dear. Then nothing for miles."