Content spoilers: This story contains fetish material involving breasts growing past normally-expected human sizes, gratuitous lactation and just a bit of ice. Enjoy!
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Eri had been walking for hours.
It had started with a simple walk on one of the trails running along the mountain resort. Then, when she ran out of trail, she simply kept going, in spite of the signs warning her.
She and Sayuri had had a fight, and not the first. This trip had been a desperate attempt to recapture the magic of their early time together. And yet, words had been exchanged that couldn't be taken back. To say their relationship was unsalvageable now was an understatement.
And now, Eri only wanted to get away from everything, to clear her head. To get lost amidst the falling snow. She was shivering even under her warm coat, but she didn't care. All she had to do was put one foot in front of another. That was what explorers did in extreme cold, right? Never mind that she had no actual destination in mind.
She was dizzy, wavering. In fact, she felt she was starting to lose consciousness. Good. But amidst the snowy trees, she saw a white shape moving. It looked like a person. This far away from the trail? Was she starting to lose her mind too?
Also good.
There was definitely someone, somehow slowly gliding towards Eri, unimpeded by the glacial wind or the foot of already-accumulated snow. She was dressed all in white, and her skin was so pale that all Eri could properly see amidst the falling snow was the woman's hair. Long, straight, black- no, rather a dark shade of blue, and flowing so long in the wind, it seemed to go on without end-
Eri collapsed into her arms.
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She came to in a bed, groggy. How long had she been sleeping? She opened her eyes slowly, taking a moment to adjust. The only light in the room was a small electric lamp near her bedside, angled away from her. There was someone sitting next to it, reading a book.
It was the woman who had saved her.
She hadn't noticed the Eri stirring yet. She examined the pale woman with half-lidded eyes. Her body was partly turned away from her, but Eri could make out her unmistakable blue hair, seemingly shimmering in the dim light with the slightest move. Her clothes were white indeed, but strangely archaic. She was wearing a very simple but elegant kimono, one almost the same tone as her immaculate skin. In Eri's state, it was hard to tell where the clothes and skin began and ended.
The woman turned to look at Eri. Her features were sharp, as if sculpted, a veritable work of art. Compared to plain, short-haired Eri, the contrast was stark. The woman's eyes widened and a relieved smile spread across blue lips, of a color just a shade lighter than her hair.
Eri hadn't immediately noticed another outstanding feature, her eye was now inexorably drawn to it. The woman's kimono bared more than a little cleavage. In fact, Eri's mind immediately chalked it up to her hazy state or a trick of the light, but it was all too real.
Her savior's chest was, honestly, a little over the top. The woman's teardrop-shaped breasts were easily as large as volleyballs, and her kimono, despite being worn fairly tight, still bared close to their entire upper half. And if Eri had fallen into her arms before, this must have meant...
Her face went red. The woman spoke up, unheeding.
"Oh, you're awake. I'm so glad you're okay." She spoke in a gentle, soothing voice. "Here," she said, "drink this." She took a cup from the nightstand and offered it to Eri. The younger woman reached for it. When she took it, her fingers brushed against the woman's slender ones. They were ice cold.
Eri gasped. Something clicked in her head. The woman's smile turned sadder, rueful.
"Ah, you must have figured out what I am, right?"
Yuki-onna.
Literally "snow woman". A yokai Eri had heard stories about since she was a child. They were the spirits, often malevolent, of women who had died in the cold. Driven mad by their trauma and grief, they would then kill men by freezing them to death, or burying them in snow by luring them with a fake child.
But not all their interactions with humans were hostile. One story told the tale of a yuki-onna whose peaceful visit to an inn ended with her turning into snowflakes and leaving with the wind. One even married a man, hiding her true nature until, tragically, she was forced to take a hot bath and dissolved into countless icicles.
But who was this woman? A killer or an innocent? She had saved Eri, when killing her would have been so easy, but why?
Eri looked down at her cup and sniffed it. It looked and smelled like... milk? She looked back at the yuki-onna. "What's this?"
"That's my milk," she explained, not dwelling on the strangeness of it. "I have to apologize. I live so far out here, I don't have any medicine for you. All I have is my powers. Drinking this can help you resist the cold."
Eri found this too good to be true. "What's the catch?"
The yuki-onna tilted her head slightly, her smile still apologetic. "You'll have more trouble with heat. It's a bit of a curse, I know."
Eri sniffed again, for good measure. Then came another question: "Why haven't I heard this... milk thing in stories before?"
The yuki-onna lifted a wide-sleeved hand to stifle a tiny giggle. "It doesn't come up very often."
But gears were still turning in Eri's mind. She had been on the verge of death before. But now she was much more comfortable, despite a lack of medicine. Did this mean...
"Did you already give some to me?" Eri asked.
The yuki-onna nodded, sadly.
"That was all I could do. You would have died otherwise. I'm sorry."
Eri's brow furrowed deeply. So she had been force-fed breast milk by a yokai? "And what if... I didn't want this?" Her hand was trembling. A few drops of milk spilled out of the cup. Bitter memories of Sayuri were coming back to her unbidden. The wound was still raw.
"What if I WANTED to be LEFT IN THE SNOW?" Eri raised her voice with more energy than she expected, and suddenly flung the cup away into the dark. Somewhere, it hit something and shattered. The moment she heard that sound, Eri already regretted it.
The yuki-onna looked distraught, her gaze avoiding Eri's. She crossed her arms under her chest, fidgeting.