Chapter 1 - Helping Father Winter

 “I don’t want to do this!” came the voice from within the confines of the coach.


Trix rolled her eyes, though one would have been hard pressed to tell if the twin pools of shimmering silver had moved at all. She was just outside the coach, sorting through a new Hearthstone deck to make sure everything was set properly while she waited for her companion. Her back and one hoof were propped up against the dark oak of the wagon in a relaxed manner, though her tail swished nervously and betrayed her cool demeanour, “Too late to back out now, Felicia! You should have protested BEFORE we left.”


“I did!” was the immediate reply from the night elf, “Multiple times. You told me to wait until we got here and I had tried on the outfit before I decided.”


Trix tapped her chin as she said, “Well now it’s too late to back out. I’m sure it’s fine.”


“I look ridiculous.”


“I’m sure you look great,” Trix coaxed, “Plus, I’m wearing something too to help you feel better, remember?”


The “something” in question was a pair of green fur shorts that barely covered the draenei’s shapely rear, a small slit in the middle for her tail to fit through, and a green with white trim fur “vest” that was tied together in the front only by a thick cord of golden string just below her ample cleavage. She looked more like a Winter Veil slut than one of Father Winter’s Helpers, but that did not bother the promiscuous draenei in the least. Beyond that she wore only the usual gold rings down her tail, but the baubles that hung from her horns had been replaced with shimmering red orbs instead of the usual golden ones.


The side door of the coach slammed open as Felicia, either coaxed out by her friend’s words or just not wanting to continue the conversation by yelling inside the cabin, stepped out onto the snow covered ground with a soft crunch. She was dressed in sleek fur as well, though hers covered most of her body while still leaving her curves well on display. The brown covering was coarse and dappled with white, topped with a connected hood that hid the Night Elf’s long ears and hair while at the same time providing her with a matching set of fake antlers sticking out of the top of her head. Her nose was dipped in black ink and her golden eyes glared at Trix as she waved her hands at her ridiculous outfit, “Tell me again why I have to pretend to be the reindeer when you already have hooves and horns?”


“Because I,” Trix began, sealing her deck up and tossing it into the coach before Felicia could slam the door, “Come across as more of a goat than a deer and we need a deer. Besides, you’re faster than me, what with your elven grace and all that.”


Felicia spun around, trying to get a look at the back of her outfit. Trix got a good enough look at least. The curve of her ass stuck out beautifully despite the fur and a small doe’s tail swished back and forth just above her butt with every turn. When the Night Elf finished her examination, still clearly unsatisfied, she sighed and said, “I still don’t want to do this.”


“Well if you know any druid’s that we could call in right now, I’d love to hear about them. You didn’t offer any suggestions on the way though.” Trix took a moment to let that sink in, then added, “The more we complain the less likely we’ll be to complete our mission. You don’t want to fail the mission, do you?”


Felicia shook her head and sighed, “No, of course not. Let’s get this over with.”


The draenei spun around and pointed up the snowing bank they were parked at the bottom of, “Great! Now the target’s cave is just up that hill. A rather nasty yeti by the name of the Greench. A mean fellow with a penchant for stealing Great Father Winter’s helpers and Reindeer, or so our goblin patrons told us.”


Felicia nodded, “Which is why I’m dressed up as bait.”


Trix smiled, “You were paying attention!”


“Of course I was,” the elf snapped, “I’m not the one with a problem listening to others.”


Trix shrugged, “Fair enough. Yes, you will go up the hill and pretend to be another poor lost reindeer beauty that the yeti can snag. Meanwhile, I use this,” She said, holding up a wrapped present, “as a disguise to sneak inside and free the other captured reindeer.”


“And the helpers,” Felicia added.


Trix nodded, “Right, the helpers too.”


“And recover the stolen gifts.”


“Yes the gifts,” Trixera huffed, rolling her eyes again.


Felicia eyed the box skeptically, “Can you fit your thick thighs inside a box that small?”


The draenei stuck her tongue out and popped the top off the box, “Not funny. It’s helper magic, silly. Make sure to attach it to your side so it doesn’t look out of place.”


The Night Elf nodded, “Right. Anything else?”


Trixera thought for a moment, then snapped her fingers and rummaged inside the box, pushing her arm down to her shoulder despite the box being nowhere near that deep on the outside. She rummaged around a bit before smiling triumphantly and pulling out a vial of shimmering white blue liquid with a stopper in the top and tossing it to the Elf, “Drink this.”


Felicia looked at it suspiciously, “What is this?”


Trix smiled, “It, uh, keeps you limber?”


That hesitation, Trix could see, set off the warning bells in Felicia’s head and suddenly she was stomping towards her friend with a narrowed glare on her face, “Trix… What aren’t you telling me?”


“Uh, well,” The draenei said, stalling as she took a few steps back, hitting the wooden frame of the coach behind them and holding the box up defensively, “Remember how I said the Greench likes to play with his food?”


Felicia closed her eyes and let out an impatient sigh, “Yes…”


Trix put on her best sheepish grin, “Well while he likes the helpers to dance and put on a show for him he enjoys the feeling of Reindeer around his…” she let out a cough before saying, “cock.”


“I fucking knew it!” Felicia said, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration, “You brought me on another sex mission!”


Trix held her hands up defensively, dropping the magic box in the process, “I promise I didn’t bring you to be the fuck sacrifice. This time.”


“Oh really? It just happened to work out that way, did it?”


The draenei nodded, “Yes! Exactly!”


“I really ought to punch you in the face right now,” grumbled Felicia.


“Thanks for holding ba--”


The night elf’s balled up fist slammed into Trix’s stomach and caused the draenei to lose the rest of that sentence in a wheeze of escaping air. She crumpled over and groaned while the tall elf stood over her, rubbing her knuckles with her other hand, “Fucking hell, Trix! Just because I’m becoming more open about this shit doesn’t mean I’m ready to have my pussy destroyed by a massive yeti cock!”


Trix tried to respond, but managed only a gasping breath. Hearing that her companion wasn’t ready to talk, she continued, “In the future, I want to be made aware of all the potential fuckery, literal and otherwise, before we accept a mission, got it? You can just nod.”


Trixera nodded, feeling that familiar rush that always occurred when someone commanded her like this. Or talked about sex. Or even touched her at all.


Judging by the sudden flush on her face, the night elf standing over her was feeling the same effects. She quickly turned to the side, pulling the cork out of the vial, “Good. Now what does the potion specifically do?”


“It... “ Trix took another moment to collect herself before starting again, “It allows you to stretch… further. You should have no issues and no ill effects of… of the yeti’s cock entering you.”


Felicia nodded and drained the vial in a single gulp, tossing the useless glass back into the box afterwards. Then she grabbed Trix by the under arm and hoisted her up, helping to dust off the damp snow clinging to her barely covered legs and spending plenty of time doing it.


“Just so you know,” Trix said, after she had recovered her voice and finished correcting herself, “The chances the yeti would fuck you right away are very slim. He’d most likely take you to his holding pen and use up the other reindeer first.”



Felicia sighed, “Slim chances are near guarantees for me these days. Regardless, I still want to know these things, Trix.”


“I know. I’m sorry.”


Felicia gave her friend a hug, “It’s okay. Now get in the damn box and let’s get this over with.”


***********


I Can’t believe I’m doing this, Felicia thought to herself as she moved around on all fours like an animal. This disguise would not be winning any Hallow's End contests, with her ass sticking way higher than her head due to the difference in her legs and arms, but hopefully it would work long enough to fool a yeti.


A yeti who might want to fuck you, her mind supplied helpfully.


Despite that thought, Felicia continued to play the part of the dutiful reindeer lost in the Alterac Mountains. While she hated having these missions dropped on her, she could no more deny that feeling tingling in her loins at the thought of what was to come than she could stop breathing. Hell, the rush she was getting from her aching nethers was probably the only reason she was still here, instead of half way back to Ironforge to spite her deceitful partner. 


At the thought of her partner, she gave her body a good shake. The present, which was strapped to her waist via something that looked similar to a harness, bounced and shook wildly as she wiggled her hips. She hoped that Trix could feel it, that she was getting jostled around by the movements. She knew that chances were better that the magical space had a cozy fire and large area to relax in that was not affected by outside forces, but the thought of her constantly horny draenei companion tossed about inside the present brought a smile to her face.


A smile that faded as she heard the first snarl.


Like a shot at the word, the Elf took off on all fours, doing her best to imitate a reindeer and still trying to make a good chase of it. Unfortunately, she had made no fewer than two steps before the thick hand of the Greench wrapped around her and tugged her into the air. His hands were surprisingly gentle around her body as he attempted to keep the present at her side unharmed. Apparently the hulking thing, which was the size of an adult gronn now that she was looking at it’s massive white furred body, enjoyed the idea of gifts as much as everyone else.


The creature examined her with large, yellow eyes and a flat nose that stretched over half of his face. He stared and sniffed at her until he was satisfied that she was, in fact, a reindeer and not something else. Then he strode off, his one meaty fist slamming into the snow to support him as he carried her off and up the mountain higher than either woman had expected. All the while she could feel a large finger pressing against her crotch, eagerly trying to find the opening to her doe womanhood. While her suit had no such opening (an oversight on Trix’s part no doubt) she still had to suppress a moan at the pressure the finger was enacting or give herself away too early.


When they reached the cave near the base of the mountain, Felicia caught her first glimpse at the Greench’s private hoard. The cave itself was rather shallow, to the point where Felicia could see the whole thing from her vantage in the monster’s grip. To her right, just outside the entrance, was a large pile of wrapped gifts stacked without care or regard for their contents. A few were ripped open, the toys or clothing items strewn on the ground and half frozen from the winds. Just behind them was a small dome of bones that housed at least two dozen gnomes in Red or Green outfits; men and women who looked worried for their own safety. Judging by the size of the bones that made up the cage, they had a right to be scared that they would end up lunch or dinner in the near future.


Finally, on the left side of the cave, were four flighty looking reindeer. All were brown furred and looked ready to bolt at the slight provocation, if not for the similar bone pen blocking their way to freedom. However while three had the normal antlers that Felicia would have associated with deer, one looked more like a moose. Apparently the yeti wasn’t picky and Felicia had a moment to wonder if he would have actually still gone for the bait if it had been a goat rather than a deer.


Then she was pulled from her thoughts by the Greench manhandling her. First he tore the harness and the present off of her body with a soft snap that slapped against her skin beneath the fur. She winced in pain even as her body shuddered in delight at the accidental whipping. She also heard a ripping sound and felt a cold draft around her crotch that meant that the way the harness had been made had pulled some of the outfit free from her pussy. Just like Trixera to make a tear away costume, Felicia thought.


Then, with a sniff, the Greench finally got a good whiff of her sweet smelling nethers and let out a satisfied grunt. She knew at that moment that Trixera’s ‘slim chance’ she would be fucked first was now a certainty. He tossed the present over, adding it to the pile of others before falling back onto his ass in the snow and pushing his shorter back legs out until they were spread wide. Then he turned Felicia around in his hand a few times to line her up, all the while bringing her down towards the ground. During one of these rotations she caught a glimpse of the massive cock that was about to work its way into her. The elf hoped to every god that there was that Trix had bought a working potion, because there was no way she would be walking away from a monster that was as thick around an ogre’s fist otherwise.


Felicia took one last deep breath to brace herself, then spread her legs apart in a perfect split and closed her eyes.


What she felt, instead of the ripping sensation she was sure was coming, was a deep stretching and a feeling of being so full that it was painful, but not nearly as bad as it could have been. Looking down, Felicia’s eyes bugged out of her head as she saw the massive cock stretching against her body, bulging her stomach and crotch as the yeti brought her down fully on his shaft. Apparently there were limits to what the potion could do and she still felt like the tip of his massive dick was pushing into her womb, which caused her to groan out in a mixture of pain and surprising pleasure.


Then the yeti brought her up again, all the way until just his tip was sitting inside of her, before bringing her down in his massive hand one more time. Her eyes crossed this time as he pushed inside of her faster than before. Her body twitched and shook in response to the feeling and her tongue lolled out as she felt a part of her mind slip away into that familiar lusty haze.


As the Yeti began using her body as nothing more than a toy to masturbate with, she spared a glance over at the pile of presents to see if her companion was watching. No, not watching, she scolded herself, getting her part of the job done. She isn’t here to see you get fucked by this massive cock that feels so good and oh my god I’m going down again  fuck yes!


Her mind blanked again. Her world was only the cock inside of her, pushing against her walls and causing a quick orgasm to race through her. Who knew the fast way to get her to cum was to press all of her buttons at the same time? As the climax roared through her the yeti roared as well, snapping her mind back to reality to make sure their little plan had not come unhinged.


Thankfully, the yeti was merely roaring in pleasure as her stretched cunt squeezed his shaft, or so she assumed. Trix, she should see, was still hard at work on her task. She had opened the bone cage and freed the helpers, who were busily working together to scoop up the stolen gifts and toss them into the magical space within their escape route. Every now and then Trix, and the gnomes, gave the yeti and her a glance to make sure things were still going smoothly. Trix lingered on the sight of the massive cock as it bulged inside of Felicia, while the gnomes were more concerned with the Yeti’s eyes.


Stupid horny fucking draenei slut, Felicia thought to herself, watch your job and not my master’s-- no, fuck, the yeti’s cock.


Then she was slammed down again, the pace picking up as the creature was approaching his climax quicker than they anticipated. They did not have the time and there were still reindeer to grab. There was nothing she could do about it though. Nothing she even wanted to do about it. Fuck all she wanted was to stay here and let this yeti gape her over and over until she couldn’t see straight. Or wait, did she want to get out of here with the others?


Stupid damn satyr curse, she thought to herself, not for the first time. Then another climax tore through her and she praised the same curse for letting her see her true purpose. Her-- the yeti, she had to remind herself, was picking up the pace quickly now, so Felicia barely had time to see what was happening beyond the blur of the world as he used her. She had to close her eyes to avoid getting dizzy as she was pounded up and down, again and again. Her insides were on fire. She felt the yeti tense and prepared herself for a full womb and more than likely a bulging stomach of cum, when her lover surprised her.


With a roar, the Yeti yanked her off his cock and lifted her into the air. She watched as streams of his cum shot out across the snow and down the mountain side, splashing and leaving small holes in the white powder as he came a gallon in one sitting. She was confused and a bit hurt by this at first, but her mind quickly snapped back once again as he tilted his head back and opened his mouth wide, her body dangling just overhead.


He doesn’t want to spoil his food, she thought, then added, Fuck, that means I’m dinner.


She had a few seconds to glance up and find that the rest of the cave was empty of all Helpers, Reindeer, and draenei, as well as devoid of any presents save for one that looked conspicuously like the one she had brought in with her. She briefly wondered how long she had actually been subjected to the yeti’s rough member. Then the hand gripping her was open and she was falling towards a row of sharp teeth and the hot, disgusting smelling mouth beyond. 
Focusing on all of her Hunter training, she twisted her body until she was diving feet first, then at the last second kicked out and used the Yeti’s own front teeth as a springboard to launch herself away from the creature. In the process she heard the sickening crack as the two teeth snapped in half. Then she was flying through the air as the triumphant roar of a recently satisfied yeti turned to a pained scream of agony.


Tumbling as she hit the ground, she sprung to her feet and raced forward, calling upon her connection with nature to quicken her speed. She dove for the present and scooped it in one hand before kicking off to the right in another roll. The whoosh of air just beside her told her that her dodge had been correct; the yeti was recovering and coming at her already. All she had to do now was get to the base of the mountain and to the carriage and she’d be home free.


Easier said than done with a furious ball of yeti on her tail.



***********


“Achoo!” Felicia sneezed, before wrapping herself deeper in the wool blanket and bringing the hot cocoa to her lips to take another drink.


“Where did you even find a frozen lake?” Trix asked. “It was a straight shot from the cave to the caravan,” 


The night elf sniffled, glaring at her friend and saying, “I couldn’t make it down that side of the mountain. I had to lose the Greench and chose a different path that took me right into the lake.”


“Thank the light he abandoned the chase after you went under,” Trix said, filling up her mug with another round of the warmest drink she’d ever tasted. It was helping. She was nearly warmed up again and had the barest hint of a sniffle now.


“Yeah, lucky us. Everything back to normal with the Great Father?”


She nodded enthusiastically, “Yep! We got a nice paid day from the goblins and a special thank you gift each from the old man himself.” She held up a small package and jingled the contents.


“That’s your present then?”


Trix nodded, then jerked a thumb over her shoulder, “Yours is over there. Blue wrapping.”


Felicia moved to the blue and white wrapped gift that was her reward for a job well performed, dropping the blanket on the floor of their temporary room at one of Ironforge’s tall friendly inns. As she approached, she hoped that Trix had not embarrassed her and gone into the details of what had happened during the trip. When she began to read the card outside the gift wrapping she began to suspect that, if the draenei had not spilled the beans, then Great Father Winter knew already.


Felicia,


Thank you for saving my reindeer, my helpers, and one particularly grateful High Mountain tauren druidess who had been trapped in the Greenches pen by accident. I know you worked far harder than Trixera for this reward and she was very naughty for not telling you the full story beforehand. Given these circumstances, I have given you two gifts and claimed that one was for Trixera. Please teach her the error of her ways as I know only you can.


Happy Winter Veil,


Great Father Winter.


“What? These are just more of the stretching potions,” Trix muttered after Felicia had read over the note twice. Looking over her shoulder, the elf could see that twelve vials of the same white blue liquid were held in place inside a leather wrap. A very confused Trixera looked over at Felicia, “Why would he give me these?”


Felicia turned back to her own box and undid the ribbon before popping the top on it. She smirked down at the item inside and answered her friend, “Oh I think that is just a small mercy given to you, Trix.”


Reaching inside the box and pulling out her gift, Felicia spun around. Her agile hands quickly strapped her present against her crotch, the size of the large blue dildo nearly toppling her forward. It looked comical on her, but she managed to give Trix a sneering grin as the girl stared wide eyed at the yeti sized strap-on now fit snuggly against her waist.


“I think it’s time for me to pay you back for all the fun you’ve given me over the years,” Felicia said.


Trix merely swallowed once, popped the cork on a vial, and drained it down in a single gulp in preparation for a long Winter Veil’s Night.


