Chapter 1 (Maeve)
Maeve just wanted to have a nice, cozy Christmas bundled up by the fire, sipping her hot cocoa with her favorite cannoli coffee creamer, listening to her new audio books and getting lost in the fantasy of it all. Unfortunately for her, or perhaps fortunately, that’s not exactly what happened.
As she sat down in her cozy arm chair and activated the recliner, her audio book began to play unprompted, a sexy male narrator starting the tale.
“Would you like to escape? Escape into a world filled with monsters? A world where you may not be sure if the monsters there want to eat you... or eat you?”
Maeve groaned, already feeling her pussy throb at just the thought. While she enjoyed Fantasy tales the most, she could go just as heavy for the monster smut. And spicier the books, the better in her opinion. If she couldn’t have that amazing, wonderful sex of her dreams in real life, she at least wanted to pretend she could in fairytales. “God yes,” she groaned out loud. She took another sip of her hot cocoa then smiled, licking the froth from her lips and leaning back into the chair, allowing herself to finally relax. It had been a whirlwind to get where she was now, and she needed some well deserved peace... along with a good self fucking, if she was being honest. She looked to her left a bit, at the massive window aside the fireplace that was keeping her cozy and warm. While she had lived in warm places all her life, she actually adored the snow. When she was little, sometimes her parents would take her to the mountains, and they would just... be.
"Maybe I'll find myself a hunky mountain man while I'm up here. I could get a job at a local library in town and just stay... I never need to go back."
“Excellent!" The voice shouted, startling her so badly she nearly splashed her hot cocoa all over her new fluffy robe. "Well, then. We hope you enjoy your time… in our World Of Monsters!”
The voice was far too cheerful, like a host at a grand performance, and it almost seemed like he had... responded to her. But that couldn’t be right… could it?
Just then the lights began to flicker, the whole building trembled and the wind, seen clearly swirling faster and faster outside began to howl, like a hungry beast in need of its next meal. The room started spinning, her stomach feeling like it was turning in on itself. A bright light suddenly encompassed her vision, swallowing up the entire room. She saw absolutely nothing besides that light, and was pretty sure she ended up vomiting from all the spinning. Lord only knew where that ended up. She didn't even know when she had lost consciousness, because next she knew, she was nudged awake by the most unbearable cold she had ever had to deal with. Maeve wiggled her toes within her fuzzy penguin socks, verifying that she was wearing them, and then groaned.
“Damnit… p-power must have gone out… It’s f-f-f-f-freezing,” she spoke in a chittering tone as her teeth clattered from the cold.
But as her mind slowly came to, while trying to reach for a blanket and instead getting a handful of cold, she shot up and immediately looked around. Snow. As far as the eye could see, and worse, there seemed to be a storm coming, the wind slowly picking up its pace, sending more shivers through her.
She just had to be transported in her pajamas. Sure they were fluffy, and at least she still had her robe on, but it wasn’t snow gear, and she was sure she’d be soaked through within moments. Whether it was a dream or not, she needed to find shelter. She rolled to her stomach and pushed herself up, wincing at the chill that seeped through her gloveless hands, and stood. Dizziness hit her immediately, and she nearly stumbled back down, but the shockingly cold wind and icy snow kept her upright, ensuring she stayed conscious.
She wanted to go back to her cozy chair by the window, looking out at the snow but not actually in it, or at least… not stuck in it. She had planned on making a snowman... eventually. And possibly taking a walk for an excuse to oggle any nearby woodmen.
Reluctantly, she pulled up her fuzzy bunny slippers with a concerning amount of effort, and tugged her blue and white snowflake robe tighter around her. slipping her hands into the sleeves to try and keep them warm. She definitely regretted losing the tie now more than ever, but darn it those things were easy to lose. And she’d only had the robe for a week.
Her feet were heavy, not only from pulling up at least an inch of snow with every step, but she was sure that they were already becoming soggy. Not that she could really feel them at that point, which only concerned her further. She didn't want to get frostbite. She didn't want to lose her toes. She liked her toes.
Time seemed to be moving slower as the wind picked up pace, nearly a full on blizzard at that point. She wasn't used to the cold, though her pale complexion would probably cause one to think otherwise. It was simply due to whatever ancestorial DNA she had been bestowed with, that caused her dark hair and porcelain skin that was the absolute worst while living on the coast. It was a wonder she'd stayed there as long she had, since going outside without proper protection from the sun was no doubt an easy way to get her confused with some runaway lobster.
Her face stung with every snowflake, a burning sensation that was becoming less and less as her face grew numb. She wanted to gasp for air, but learned that lesson quickly, when she had first begun walking how badly the air burned all the way down her throat, causing a fit of coughs until she closed her mouth to warm her throat back up. Despite keeping her mouth closed, however, the cold air still made its way into her lungs, causing her to separate her hands from one another at her waste to hold up against her face. Though she held the ends of her sleeves tightly, the cold was still bleeding through the cracks. Everything hurt. "I'm gonna die out here... aren't I?"
The sky began to darken, but as the sun started to set, she saw tiny lights appearing off in the distance. A sudden burst of energy ran through her, pushing her to move her nearly frozen limbs faster. Or, as fast as one could move through thick snow, in a blizzard, with no snow gear. It made her wonder if snowshoes actually worked, because her bunny slippers were not cutting it in the least.
The lights grew brighter and she nearly ran into what appeared to be a massive sign made out of ice. She couldn’t make out the words for a moment, then it was as if, suddenly, everything came into focus. Like putting on her glasses first thing in the morning. In a quick moment of panic, she reached to her neck to check, and sure enough, “Thank goodness,” her glasses were still dangling from their strap, complete with adorable beads of blue gems and snowflakes, right below her Grandmother's necklace. She hadn’t lost either of them, and that was ridiculously important. However… as she went to put the glasses on, she realized her vision was blurrier. Taking them back off and turning them over in her hands, which were tinged a painful pink and blue, she noted that they weren’t fogged over at all. It was something she would ponder on later, because as she looked back up to the sign, her face instantly paled and her blood ran cold, which was just her luck with all the snow already around her, because the sign clearly read: Welcome To Varkeshni! Home Of The Yeti!
Then she saw massive shapes heading towards her, and her world tilted as she fell backwards, passing out in the snow.
Some time later, Maeve was having the most wonderful dream. In the dream she was in a luxurious bath with amazing smells all around her. Only… it seemed a little too real, and the feeling of sponges running across her body was a little rougher than what she would usually imagine in a dream, and her hands weren’t even doing the scrubbing.
“Hey! Gentler! Her poor skin’s already red enough! Show some restraint ya savages!”
Came a voice that was both deep and melodic, but shocked her enough for her eyes to bolt open and force her awake. Immediately encompassing her entire vision were two larger… women? Seemingly scrubbing down her naked body with large, purple sponges. They seemed to notice, so one smiled, giving a show of her large lower “Are those tusks?” And sharp dainty teeth. Her skin appeared furry, but like a soft velvet around her face, down her neck, and the top of her chest. Then she noticed the long thick braids tipped blonde on either side of her pointed ears, and short horns atop her head, like those little devil horns you might find at a dollar store. If they’d been filed and rounded out a bit.
“Hello, little one. You gave us quite a fright. Thought you dropped dead.”
She gave… “them” a fright? That was possibly the most bizarre thing she’d heard of, but so was where she was currently at. Could that narrator have been right? Did she get transported to another world? Well, so far it didn’t seem too bad… aside from the fact that they were apparently not at all shy about their bodies, or hers for that matter.
“Apologies,” Spoke the Yeti next to her, a much more voluptuous woman with black tips on her braided hair and taller horns. “You were like ice when we found you, and needed to warm you up right away. Figured the quickest way would be a good bath, and already you’re looking much healthier. Just what were you thinking traipsing around in the cold with just those scraps of fabric?”
Maeve really was feeling a bit better, but perhaps the heat was getting to her, because she started to feel a bit lightheaded, and wasn't thinking quite clearly.
“Wasn’t planning on being out in the weather at all. One minute I was in my house, snuggled up by my fire, and the next I was out there.” She didn't actually know which direction to nod her head, but they seemed to understand.
The whole place went quiet. She hadn’t even looked at the room she was in, yet, only to discover she wasn’t in a room at all, but in a massive expanse of hot springs, housing at least 20 different little pools right outside in what should be the freezing cold. Another Yeti walked toward them, this one clothed in some sort of shall type dress, almost a toga, if a toga had a leather breastplate and an apron. She was a bit larger than the others, her hair thicker and her horns longer, starting to curl. She had deep green eyes, and brown tipping her white fur. “You mean you’re a summon?”
Maeve blinked. When she thought of a summon, she thought of large massive beasts being called upon to help in battle, like in one of her all time favorite video games. She most definitely did not think of some scraggly human with zero magical abilities.
“A summon..?” She asked slowly, almost hesitant to learn the answer.
The woman sighed and nodded. “Sounds like it. We'd heard the Siren masters were getting antsy, not having enough women in the plains, and I guess a group of them did some massive summoning. There’s been mild summons in the past, but nothing like this. Still, we’re far enough from all that hubbub that you should be safe enough here.”
Why did she get the feeling there was something the Yeti wasn’t telling her? Obviously it was something she didn’t want to mention, or maybe she thought Maeve already knew, but she doubted she would get any more out of her for the time being. She understood. She was a stranger to them, after all.
Maeve nodded and smiled. “I… didn’t know that. Also, Thank you for rescuing me. I would have been a human popsicle in not too much longer,” she chuckled a little bit, but the Woman’s eyes, and even those next to her, holding their sponges politely without scrubbing so as not to distract her from her conversation, all became wide eyed as if she had just said the biggest curse word on the planet.
“We would never eat sentient beings here.” Said the short horned Yeti with blonde tips. The first one that had spoken to her.
It was Maeve’s turn to widen her eyes. “What? Oh God why would I think that? Wait… are there… are there actually people here that… that eat… other people?” A shiver went down her spine at the thought, despite the heat.
Instantly their faces relaxed and the voluptuous one chuckled. “We forget you are new. Yes, there are those that eat others, but we are not among them. Well… except for during Larkfell.” She said with a sly grin, and wiggled her brows. The short horned Yeti laughed and shook her head. “I doubt our guest knows of such things. She needs her rest before you destroy her innocence with your perversions.”
Maeve was hardly innocent, but she said nothing. What was there to say? “Was that an innuendo for some weird freaky sex cult thing?” She figured that questing wouldn’t go over well, but it was the only one currently occupying her brain. Especially since they didn't seem to have any qualms about being nude around each other, though to be fair, their fur did seem to cover quite a bit.
“Yeah. That sounds good. Can I get my pajamas back after this, though?”
Voluptuous nodded. “Is that what those were? How wonderful, I wonder if the weavers would be interested in learning from them?” She seemed to ponder. “But yes. Once they are dry. We will give you a sham for now,” then they continued their scrubbing, but Maeve had to protest when they went lower, insisting on doing her lady bits herself.
They nodded and left her to her own devices. It was tricky, attempting to clean your privates without being seen in a very public bathing area, but she was at least thankful that it appeared no men were in the vicinity.
Once she had finished washing and dried off with the fluffiest most absorbent towel she had ever had the honor of using, she pulled the slip, that the women had left, onto herself and over her head. It was a bit loose, but that was to be expected given the size difference between her and the Yeti women. Though, thinking about that made her gulp, because if the women were that much larger than her, and she wasn’t exactly short for a human, then… just how big were the men going to be?
