~Winter Wonderland
Tags: monstergirl - yuki-onna, Loli, yuri

Anali was underdressed for the winter slopes, ankle deep in snow wearing little more than a blue, slimming and flattering silken dress. Her hair was the colour of the drifting snow while her skin was almost as pale, hey eyes were a soft, icy blue.
She surveyed her surrounds, from the evergreen forests below her, to the capped peak above. This was to be her domain one day, when she grew up a little. As it stood, the little princess wasn't really looking forward to it, a precocious awareness of what it apparently took to be queen frightened her a little. She's witnessed her mother ruin lives, destroy homes, end nations.
She looked into the palm of her hand. She may have been a sorceress but she was far too young and inexperienced to wield anything that could resemble 'power'. The ice was her birthright however, and an eruption of cold from her palm was testament to that.
Three days age she had snuck out of the castle, a fortress of frost that pieced the very clouds. It was two days ago that she had nearly been snatched by the outriders and it was only one day ago that she finally found what she was after.
All she could do was wait.
Hours she stood, in the cold, blizzard licking at her face, toying with her magic to fill the time. Hours passed in exile, alone but unafraid.
A bored kid can come up with some amazing ways to defeat boredom, and Anali was growing adept at it. For an hour or two she had fashioned herself a snowboard of ice and had practiced sailing down the mountainside. Upon the discovery of a frozen lake, she had fashioned herself a set of skates and passed yet more hours leaping and twirling on its surface.
She had spent her whole life cooped up in that frozen keep, and at least most of it running away from it do enjoy herself in the show. Winter was her friend, the one and only. Its wonders were the only warmth she'd ever known. Its counsel the only she would consider. That that was why she had the artefact with her, the very object that her great, great grandmother defiled and bastardised to allow her daughters the power of the ice. The tiara belonged to a tribe of spirits, ones that she was hoping to find in the snow... if only she waited just long enough.
What she had in mind... well, she tried not to think about the consequences. While her great, great grandmother sought immortality of the line, her mother sought it more literally and more ruthlessly. Maybe it was the awareness of being related to a monster and hatred for the sorrow she wrought, maybe it was pure self-preservation and self-interest and not quite so altruistic.
With the whiteout settling around her and the beat of the blizzard pounding on her face, she decided she didn't care as to the why. She had come this far, that was enough.
Rapidly, the sun was eclipsed by the snowstorm and the white clung to the sky, blotting out the light. In the swirling grey, Anali stood resolute. The cold had never bothered her, the needles of cold stabbing at her never hurt. After all, she was born in it.
From the whiteout there was a pair of red eyes shining through, a gaze pointed like a dagger edge.
                "You are not astray," Spoke a booming, yet feminine voice
                "Neither are you!" chimed Anali happily, "Are you one of... them?"
The eyes were wandering closer, rounding Anali. The owner of the eyes was still obscured by the kicked up flurry, "What do you define as 'them'?"
                "The Yuki-onna," said the little princess, "I come from the frozen tower to find them."
The eyes made an aggressive push closer, "You have sought!, You have found! A breath of winter's bite your gift for this foolhardy trek!"
                "You can't freeze me," scoffed the girl, "that's why it was stolen from you in the first place!"
The creature rounded into her line of sight from the fog. The spirit took the form of a beautiful, if deathly pale woman who bore a wicked grin. Her jet black hair fluttered and buffeted in the whirling blizzard, her kimono pressed against her generous bust by the gale. She drifted over the snow, leaving not so much as a footprint in her wake, "So you're the 'royalty'? You were foolish indeed..." Her fingernails were coated in a layer of ice that slowly extended into long, sharp needles.
                "Why was I foolish? is bringing something that rightfully belonged to you so wrong?"
The spirit paused, "Repeat yourself girl, did I hear something that might lengthen your shortening life span?"
                "I came for the Yuki-onna to return their tiara..." Anali pulled a case from her satchel and opened it to demonstrate to the spirit, crystal tiara stained in black streaks with pitted and tarnished silver holding it all together, the emblem in the centre a crystal snowflake.
                "It's decrepit..." snarled the spirit, "you expect me to forgive such an insult!"
                "I have not the means to cleanse it!" appealed Anali, "And it was not I that insulted your people! I come to make amends!"
The Yuki-onna drifted to the ground and approached Anali, walking rather than floating this time, yet still leaving no footprints, "well, it's a better step than the alternative..." she took up the case from Anali's grasp and examined the tiara, "Thankfully I think it might not be wholly beyond repair... What did you hope to accomplish in this task little girl?"
                "I hoped for two things..."
                "Already asking too much but go on..."
                "I hoped that I would keep my life, my powers and my home..."
The Yuki-onna gave a guffaw, "Not sure I can promise any of those!"
                "And the second thing!" Anali's face was contorted, her voice was firm and her body stalwart, "I want my mother dead!"
The Yuki-onna looked her in the eye.
                "Were it within our power, it would be done."
                "With her whole army out looking for me? with the source of her, and my, power in your hands right now?" Anali then produced a set of crystal keys, "And a way in without storming the gates?"
The Yuki-onna took them mouth agape at what she was being asked. Wordlessly, she twirled, roiling into the blizzard, vanishing entirely. Anali folded her arms and waited.
Within a few minutes, the Yuki-onna roiled back into form in front of her, the blizzard dying and the whiteout easing.
                "Walk with me," the spirit commanded.
Anali complied and for some time they strode through the snow drifts, not a wayward word passing between them. Eventually however, the Yuki-onna took her to a small cave. The trees outside were covered in strings frozen dewdrops, perfectly shaped to refract the sunlight just right to look like diamonds.
                "Come inside," said the Yuki-onna.
Anali complied, growing nervous with every step.
The Yuki-onna lead her through similar false-diamond strings, hung as the entrance to a small doorway sheared into the rock. Inside was a tiny, quaint room with some basic amenities, a plush rug lay on the floor, covered in bed linen.
The spirit invited the girl to take a seat. Wordlessly, she complied.
                "Why so quiet?" asked the spirit, her tone emphasising that she already thought she knew the reason.
                "Where are we?" the girl chose not to answer
                "This is my home. I think you'll be safe here, you won't want to return to your home for a few days."
                "Fair enough..."
                "Soup?"
                "Not hungry."
                "Water?"
                "Why did you bring me here?"
                "So we could do as you asked."
                "Who are you?"
The Yuki-onna raised an eyebrow, it had been a very long time she had been asked that question. Still, her expression was serene and her tone even, "Oyuka is my name."
                "So Oyuka. What happens when my mother finally dies."
                "Well, what have you been lead to believe?"
                "That this wonderful mountain would be my home, that I would be queen."
Oyuka's eyes narrowed, "What do you think will actually happen?"
Anali shrugged, "What's the point in being queen if you're alone?"
                "Are friends really all you seek?"
                "I just want to make everyone happy. I just there to be peace. I don't mind sharing the throne either, if it means I can do what's right for everyone."
Oyuka cocked her head, "how interesting..."
 
***
 
Weeks passed, Oyuka playing the every gentle host and Anali playing the perfect guest. They spent much of it with more Yuki-onna coming and going, teaching Anali of politics and law, both of temporal and ethereal matters and in turn seeking her for council as to how to react to the lay folk, the hapless serfs caught in the middle of a sudden escalation of violence.
No one gave Anali a straight answer over whether her mother was alive or dead.
The breaks from all this serious talk however were just Oyuka and Anali, alone together. Over this time they grew into a strange friendship. Anali might have been more daring, between the skating and the snowboarding and the occasional bout of rock climbing, but she had fun and Oyuka observed, and on a couple of occasions even save her life in a couple of overconfident mistakes, using her power of the winter gales to ensure Anali drifted to safety, or ensuring that there was just enough fresh snowfall to break Anali's momentum.
In turn, Oyuka spent much of her time teaching Anali about her powers and how to control them. It wasn't long that under her tutelage, she was able to bend the frost to her will.
Within a couple months however, fewer and fewer meetings were held at the cave and Oyuka and Anali spent more time alone, getting to know each other. Oyuka surprised Anali with a dish of her favourite food, a potato pie, while Anali asked of Yuki-onna culture with a sincere curiousness.
Then the news came.
The queen was dead.
Anali was beaming when the Yuki-onna messenger brought the news. When the messenger finally left, Oyuka had to ask, "is it really such a thing to be happy about?"
Suddenly Anali leapt onto her, throwing her arms around her neck and kissing her on the cheek, "It's a wonderful day! the tyrant is slain!"
Oyuka tried to smile, but she wasn't feeling the same glee, but considering their time together was growing to a close, Oyuka offered a suggestion, "There's a hot spring deeper inside the cave, and it's well lit in there as there's a gap in the ceiling. Do you want to try that out tonight?"
                "You barely need to ask!"
Perplexed by the exuberant displayed, Oyuka lead her down to the hot spring.
 
***
 
The hot spring was broad, but shallow, Anali rattling off a few theories as to the exact depth of the spring, but all of them culminated with: "Either way, I'll be able to touch the bottom!"
Oyuka smiled, "So you got swimwear or something for-"
Before Oyuka could finish her statement, Anali had stripped off all her clothes and splashed into the spring.
                "Nah..." said Anali once she had settled in the spring, "Only packed the clothes on my back."
Oyuka gazed at the girl, her eyes wandering over her petite frame, her glance darting between her bald pussy and the beginnings of what will become generous breasts.
                "Come on, this water is beautiful!"
Oyuka snapped out of it, "Alright, one moment..." She peeled off her kimono, gently lowering it down to the ground. She felt modest all of a sudden when she noticed that Anali was watching her the whole time she took it off.
                "Your eyes seem to have wandered..." Oyuka tried to hide how bashful she was, looking away from Anali.
                "No, they're looking exactly where I want them to. Not my fault you're really pretty!" Anali punctuated this statement by immediately launching into a backstroke for a few meters and then standing upright in the water, which was just below her chest height.
Oyuka stepped into the water, she trembled with the heat against her skin, but she closed her eyes and bore with it. Anali giggled with the facial expressions that Oyuka was making.
                "Oh shut up!" snapped Oyuka, blushing heavily.
As soon as Oyuka touched the bottom and slowly lowered herself into the water, Anali swam over and leant against the edge to her side.
                "You know... this makes you queen..." noted Oyuka, "In some respects I'll be sad to see you go."
                "Only if you choose to go. I heard the term 'political marriage' among the other Yuki-onna..."
Oyuka raised an eyebrow, "What are you trying to tell me...?"
Just as she said that, Anali sprang onto her, pressing her face between Oyuka's breasts, "I'm trying to say that I'd rather it be with someone I like and trust! Someone... who I've grown to love the past few weeks..."
Oyuka was stunned, but Anali pulled back from her breasts and with a smile so broad that her eyes were forced closed, she started fondling Oyuka's breasts.
                "Hey, stop that!"
                "Why?"
Oyuka was trying to work out how to push Anali away nicely, "because I said so!" her blush reddening her pale skin.
Anali started playing with her nipples, rolling them in her forefinger and thumb, "Why?"
                "because..." Before she could get a word out, Anali had pressed her lips against the winter spirit's. Oyuka's first thoughts were largely unexpected ones, namely that Anali was a terrible kisser. Oyuka tried to correct her but the girl was sloppy, if passionate.
Oyuka pushed her away and wiped the saliva off her chin, "Anali..." she was about to tell the girl to stop, but she was good with her hands and her tiny fingers and delicate touch were playing wonders with her breasts.
                "How about we put that mouth of yours to better use..." Oyuka drew a smile.
                "How?"
The Yuki-onna kicked off the floor of the hot spring and levitated above Anali.
                "Why do I keep forgetting you can do that?"
Oyuka shrugged and raised her legs over Anali's shoulders, pressing her pussy into the girl's face, "Kiss me there the way you did before?" Even though Anali was supporting all of Oyuka on her shoulder, the Yuki-onna was weightless.
Anali wasn't entirely sure what was happening, but feeling giddy and excited, she complied, burying her face into it, kissing and licking.
Oyuka gave a gentle moan as the girl went to work. The poor girl had no idea what she was doing, but was more than making up for it in earnestness. Her tongue flicked and darted, some moments penetrating Oyuka, and sometimes whipping across the clit. Anali kissed and pecked, occasionally even sucked against Oyuka. Eventually however, she settled into a nice rhythm that caused the Yuki-onna to start writing against her, to grab her by the back of the head and press her in. A mix of saliva and Oyuka's juices danced on Anali's tongue and ran down her chin, dribbling down her petite bust and tight body.
Oyuka let out a moan as the girl rapidly improved her technique, her patterns with her tongue were more complex and even, touching just the right spots. Oyuka found herself running a hand through her own hair and her abdomen tensing.
                "By the frosts..." she breathed as the girl turned her attention on penetrating the woman properly, the movement of her lips and her warm breath kept a nice stimulation on the clit, causing Oyuka to relax into the tongue motions.
Anali then hit a stroke of luck, the tip of her tongue finding Oyuka's g-spot. The girl teased it, thrusting her tongue in and out. Oyuka reared back with a cry as Anali also started picking up the pace, trying to match the pace of Oyuka's writhing.
Oyuka found herself clutching Anali's hair tightly, forcing her face inward, using the other hand to massage her breast. Her moans had increased in tempo between each shuddering breath. She was tensing, straining against cumming, she wanted this to last longer because of how good it felt.
A futile effort however, with one final cry her body seized for a second before the flood gates opened, a raw pleasure surged through her body, warming her perpetually cold body far better than any hot spring could.
She pulled away from Anali, who was beaming.
                "I don't know what happened, but suddenly everything froze and then remelted," she wiped more of Oyuka's juices off her chin.
                "Want to find out what happened?" Oyuka gave a sultry wink.
Anali shrugged, still smiling, "I suppose!"
Oyuka beckoned her onto the ground by the hot spring. As much as Anali was at loathe to come out of the warmth, she did anyway. Oyuka, wordlessly beckoned her to sit against the wall.
As soon as Anali did so, Oyuka parted her legs gently and with a flick of her fingers, a core of ice appeared in her hand.
                "So... uhh... what are you going to do with that?" asked Anali.
Oyuka gave a wink, "The cold can't hurt you, right?"
The core of ice gained a cylindrical shape and formed itself with smooth, curved edges. Oyuka expertly flicked the core in her fingers and pressed it against the entrance of Anali's bodily temple. With a massive grin, she pushed the ice dildo inside.
Anali let out a scream, "Oh my gods, cold, cold!"
                "Relax..." Oyuka ran a hand across her hair, "You're a frozen princess remember?"
Anali took a few deep breaths and tried to slow her heard, nodding at Oyuka's words. Focusing on it worked, her innate magic translated the temperature into something more comfortable, to her the bitter old was feeling more and more like normal room temperature, just like she had done when she first trekked out of her home in the first place.
When Oyuka was satisfied, she began thrusting, the frost dildo constantly shifting and changing shape at Oyuka's whim in order to better facilitate her young partner. Anali couldn't stop herself from screaming and moaning, the dildo angled in all the right places, stimulated all the right ways. A stalk grew off of it and gently massaged her clit, while a constantly shifting bulb on its stem ensured that the g-spot was always well catered for.
Oyuka reached out and a couple hands made of frost formed from the air and fondled Anali's petite frame, caressing and massaging, ending their journey around her body at her breasts where they played to Oyuka's rhythm.
Anali swallowed and looked at Oyuka from between squinted eyelids, the hands working to pleasure her almost as much as the dildo, her bottom lip curled inward, her teeth clamped down on it.
                "Harder!" she cried.
She need only to have said this once, Oyuka focused on the dildo and with every thrust, it grew slightly thicker and larger, millimetre by millimetre. What started out as a tiny pillar of frost grew into an obelisk, and Oyuka was thrusting ever faster with each successive moan.
Eventually Anali threw her head back, as Oyuka thrust the dildo as hard and as fast as she could, pounding against the young girl's sex. Anali found her voice caught in her throat, a red pattern unfolding itself down her face, neck and chest.
Then as Oyuka finally pushed her over her limit, Anali let out a single, shattering, orgasmic scream as her body convulsed, her pussy squeezing against the dildo so had that Oyuka was straining her shoulder to keep thrusting. Then in an instant everything relaxed and Anali moaned ever louder as Oyuka fucked the last of her tension out, only stopping when Anali's vocalisations were reduced to gasping breaths.
                "So, did you like discovering what happened?" Oyuka jabbed playfully.
                "Yes!" chimed Anali, "And that's why I've fallen for you Oyuka."
Oyuka was sombre, "You're still a kid, you don't know what you want..."
                "But if I offered to make you my queen?"
Oyuka shook her head, "The queen of winter, enthroned. Your throne."
                "I don't like the sound of queen, I just got used to princess. Besides, why not have two thrones?"
Oyuka gave a tiny smile, "If you want me to be yours that much... then yes... I will be your queen.. my princess."