Lost in Snow (with pic)

This story revolves around "Snow," an optional mini-boss from Final Fantasy 7. Details attempt to remain technically accurate to the game. Reviews and comments/feedback encouraged- I've been surprised at the virtual nonexistence of random-monster seductress "charm spell" fanfiction out there, but know that there are others like me that enjoy it. So, if you are one of those, enjoy!


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"Amazing!!!!" Tifa screamed as her snowboard slid down the icey slope, her hair blowing in the cold wind. The others in her party followed, as she flipped, dodged snowmen, and was having the time of her life.

...

Tifa, Cloud, and Yuffie had just finished snowboarding and hit the Great Glacier. They were all complaining about how utterly cold it was, walking along a ridge where the snow was trickling down. It was even colder because they were in thier usual attire- Cloud with his metal clunky shoulderpad and the girls with their semi-skimpy outfits, Tifa moreso. She was absolutely freezing, having only a little tank top, gloves, and short black shorts... even though some of her limit breaks incorporated water and cold this was almost too much.

"When are we ever going to leave this place?" Yuffie whined.

"I don't know... let's just keep going," Cloud asserted in his usual passive voice.

They continued to walk along the ridge, the icey blue air hitting them and making it harder and harder to continue. But when they rounded one corner along the ridge, a creaking sound could be heard from the ice below.

Just then Tifa's foot slipped- "Ahhhh!!! Cloud!!!!" she cried, as she slid down the ice, her hand grabbing the last bit of edge it could find as she dangled frantically.

Cloud jumped to catch her, but to no use. "Tifa!" he yelled as he lunged, but he hit the ice face first with his hand extended as she already started to fall. The ice there cracked as she fell through the ridge and slid down into the unknown. Her outfit happened to get ripped in many places.

Cloud and Yuffie ran around the way they came in an attempt to find her, but it would be hours before they could get there...

"What are we going to do?" Yuffie cried.

Cloud was silent.

“Cloud! Cloud, say something!”

“…something,” he replied, smart. "Um, sorry… I’m just thinking. We'll have to look for her... even if it takes us forever," Cloud said, resolved.

Meanwhile, Tifa had hit the ground, but was relatively unhurt, only unconscious as she lay on the snow on the ground...

...

"Cloud, do you think she'll be alright?" Yuffie asked.

"She should be," he replied, looking intently through long, blonde bangs, "Tifa's gotten out of much worse things."

"I guess I haven't been with you guys long enough to know..."

"Well," Cloud continued, "back in Midgar, we survived the collapse of one of the sectors there. She also managed us through Shinra HQ, and all the perils since."

"Do you think she'll be gone like Aeris?" Yuffie commented, pessimistically.

Cloud replied coldly, "Don't say that. She won't die, I know that."

"What about monsters? I heard there's some weird things out here in the Glacier." Yuffie was still looking at the negative side.

"No," Cloud denied again, "I gave her a ribbon. And she's strong. She should have no problems fighting anything that comes her way."

"And the witch of the Great Glacier? I heard nobody can resist her."

Cloud looked at her, puzzled. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, while you guys were at the inn I went and snooped around for... information-"

"You mean materia."

"Uh... yeah!" Yuffie blushed. "Anyway, so I heard this one guy talking about this witch who was reclusive, and only lived in the Great Glacier. Apparently she hated fire.”

“Well, Tifa has fire materia, unless you stole it,” Cloud replied.

“Uhhh… no! I didn’t, not that one *wink.* But, they said that the witch has the power to hypnotize and seduce… anyone! Even, women. That means she could, like, seduce me!”

“Hypnotize, eh? I think we’ve had that issue before and made it just fine. We’ll all sane here. No. even so. She has a ribbon... her mind is safe from even the strongest of spells. There won't be anything here that powerful."

“Well, that settles that!” Yuffie declared. Confident, the two started walking again, eager to find Tifa before the nasty cold winds began.

...

Tifa woke up, feeling a little dizzy, sprawled out on the snow and freezing. Her skin was a little bit blue. It was so cold... her skin covered in goosebumps, and her chest was hard.

She looked up through the forming blizzard, and to her surprise saw a women in a blue one-piece swimsuit slowly walking to her. The woman was wearing nothing else- she had blueish skin, was barefoot, had long gray hair, and piercing blue eyes. She was wearing blue makeup- most noticeably were blue eyeshadow and blue lipstick. Her chest was rather big, probably the reason she wore a swimsuit. She walked to about 10 feet away from the sprawled Tifa and stood, staring at her.

Well, no matter how weird this situation was, Tifa thought, she might as well see if she was friendly. Tifa quickly questioned her for help.

"Ah, a human! I got separated from my friends... do you know this area? Can you help me?

… and why are you in a bathing suit?"

The woman didn’t reply. She just kept staring deep into Tifa’s eyes with her deep blue ones. After a few moments she took a slow step closer. But, at that point she hesitated, snapping in a calming, high-pitched voice, "You have been to the hot springs... you have touched the hot springs,"

"Yes...?" Tifa replied, "Yes I have... you should too, you know, you look cold! But can you help?" At this point Tifa attempted to come to her feet a little, but she was still very weak from the fall.

The women replied, "No, I don't need the hot springs." She waved her hand around, tracing a circle in the air. "The hot springs... are bad, the heat- it’s very bad. Here, let me remove their... harmful effects."

"Huh...?" Tifa questioned. She didn’t really understand what was going on. Something was really weird about this woman, and she was just about ready to brace herself for battle.

"Cold... breath."

The blue woman bent over, rubbed a hand past her ass and put her other hand to her lips and blew. She slowly exhaled a blue, spiraling stream of ice that coated Tifa and made her start to shiver.

Tifa realized this woman was up to no good and began to struggle with all her might… very quickly yet difficultly she got to her feet and raised her fists.

"Shhhh... slow down, it's too cold to be in a hurry," the woman cooed, a tendril of blue smoke escaping her mouth. Tifa covered her face as the woman blew some more at Tifa, and it struck her cheek, freezing it some more. It trickled through the defense of her arms, and Tifa smelled the scent, which was surprising because ice usually didn't have a scent. It was womanly and pleasant, yet somewhat sexy, like the fragrances she smelled around the wrong parts of Costa del Sol a few days earlier.

But she still had to fight. The cold was hurting her, preventing her from moving, and she needed to break free. She took up a fighting stance once more and was ready to fight. It didn't matter if she was cold, she'd just use fire materia and hope she'd be close enough to feel some of the refreshing heat.

“I don’t know who you are,” Tifa resolved, “but I don’t like this cold, and you’re not making it better!” She threw her hands back and began to cast Fire 2.

But the woman threw a curveball. She bent over again, but this time chanted in a melodic voice, "Fascination." Tifa stepped back, canceling her fire spell and fearing what this attack was. Snow then gathered pink energy into her hands and spread them, kicking her foot back as she sent a heart with the energy spiraling towards Tifa.

Tifa noticed the ribbon on her right arm begin to glow as a faint purple shield emanated around her, blocking the heart and causing it to evaporate within inches of Tifa’s face. "Phew," she thought, "what a weird attack, but at least the ribbon protected against it." There went her curveball.

“Why don’t you want to be fascinated by me?” the woman cooed. “Why don’t you want to fall under my fascinating magic and be in the cold?” She took a step closer and bent over again, chanting “Cold Breath” one last time.

At that moment Tifa raised her hands to cast Fire 2 and end this, but then, something horrible happened. The woman’s attack hit her just the moment when she was about to release the spell, and this time, with her hands high up in the air and the woman closer, they felt the full force of the icey breeze from the weird witch’s lips. She gasped in shock as her hands became frozen in midair at her final incantation. Just a second away- “Crap!” she thought.

The woman inched closer with a teasing smirk on her lips. Tifa looked through her eyes, part with anger, part with fear, and part with desperation as she was frozen in place, the last blast of cold breath freezing her. Closer and closer, step by step, one by one, very rhythmically the woman swayed closer and closer until their spaces became one and those hypnotic blue eyes were only inches from Tifa’s. The woman puckered her lips, teasing Tifa, and then reached her hands out to Tifa’s arm. She took her long, nimble, blueish fingers and began to unwrap the ribbon from her hand. The velvety cloth came easily off Tifa’s hand as her eyes widened in shock and surprise.

The witch then bent over to the side as Tifa stood helpless. She reached down to her ankle and wrapped the ribbon around it, tying a cute knot as she stole away the heroine’s only hope of resistance.

“Now, where were we?” the woman teased as she bent over once more, and Tifa’s heart began to beat quickly in dark anticipation and fear. “Fascination.” She whispered with a smile.

Once more the woman bent over, once more enveloping herself in pink energy and kicking her feet back in an ultimate display of elegance, seduction and splendor. With all her force she spread her hands as a deep pink heart began to trail to Tifa, not having much distance to go.

Her arms could begin to move again. She lowered them, and blocked her face as she inched back. But the heroine was helpless as the heart came towards her and exploded in a thick pink haze that still filled her eyes, making them hot. It bathed her skin, and filled her nostrils and lungs. She coughed, overwhelmed with the sweetness of the spell and getting high off the intoxication of it. Tifa waved her hands, trying to bat it away, but it kept smothering her, getting absorbed into her and sparkling all the while.

The woman smiled a wicked smile. Her victim ceased to bat around and just began to sway... Tifa's eyes glazed over completely pink. Her vision was blurry and pink, with her ears sending her deep, low-pitched frequency moans and her skin tingled with the energy of the attack. She parted her mouth and let out a sigh as she began to stumble, wide-eyed in an ecstatic, hypnotized trance.

Tifa was senseless and dazed, high under the spell of fascination. She stumbled toward the woman, and looked at her through groggy, hypnotized eyes. "Who... are you..." she smiled in pleasure.

"They call me the witch woman of the Great Glacier... but you can call me Snow."

With half-lidded eyes and a giddy smile Tifa nodded and fell forward onto Snow, who had her arms spread waiting to take the helpless heroine in to her arms. She did, and wrapped them around her, the coldness penetrating her body but the tingling from fascination preventing it from hurting her. Actually, it was kind of nice.

Tifa smelled Snow's body... cold, but romantic, subtle, and... icey. She fell over onto her, still high, confused, and dazed. Snow breathed on her helpless captives neck, and slowly exhaled more ice, turning the skin there blueish. Tifa's body was looking colder, and bluer, as if she was beginning to get hypothermia.

"Cold... slow... cold... yes."

Tifa moaned as Snow said these words, working her hands on her back as she closed her eyes, a shot of pink energy erupting in her head. The pink of fascination was truly overwhelming her.

"Cold..."

"Cold..." Tifa's head arched back...

"Cold..."

They went back and forth like this, but Tifa never felt cold, just very hot, even as her skin was turned bluer and bluer. Snow was subconsciously sucking the will from her, the will to fight, and instead giving her the will... to snow.

But there was one issue, all that pesky materia Tifa had on her person. Especially that fire materia. She reached into Tifa's gloves and armlet and took out the pieces of materia, one by one.

She grasped the materia, and wrapped her lips slowly around each, one by one suckling and gently licking them, leaving her blue lipstick all over. As she did this their powers began to fade. All that were left were blue materia... ice.

She then turned to Tifa and slowly kissed her on the forehead, leaving a deep blue lipstick mark that faded into her skin, giving her a long moan of pleasure. Tifa looked at her, her eyes starting to get clearer and the image returning. Her thoughts began to return.

Snow didn't really notice Tifa’s resistance as she began inserting the blue ice materia, piece by piece, back into Tifa's equipment.

"Wh... wh... what are you doing?" Tifa said as she came back to her senses, seeing herself in Snow's arms. "What the hell???"

She realized in that moment. Yes, this evil woman had taken her ribbon and made her susceptible to her enchanting fascination attack. She had her under her spell, until now. She would fight, this would end now, now it was her turn to move.

"The cold is very sweet. You... cannot resist it." Snow commanded.

Tifa strained against Snow's grasp but was horrified, she was frozen in place again. Her body attempted to move, the spell was fading from her mind and pinkness quickly dissipating, but her will was useless against her unmoving body. She looked in terror as Snow lips came closer to her neck, her blue eyelashes fluttering against her cold skin and her lips grazing the blue lipstick against her skin, leaving a trail that her skin absorbed and left a tingly icey feeling.

"You won't get away with this, my friends will find my, and destroy you, you witch!" Tifa cried... but Snow just looked at her with a smirk, and said, "Fascination," blowing out. This time, the pink energy from Snow's body hit her just as it originated, exploding and enveloping both of them as once again Tifa fell under her spell. She felt an even greater high, her heart rushing after what happened last time, and even though she knew she had to fight, deep down she secretly wanted to breathe deeply and feel the ecstacy of being overwhelmed by Snow's irresistible magic. The fascination bathed her and her eyes glazed over once more, a deeper, darker, more permanent pink.

Tifa giggled as she looked adoringly at Snow and leaned in to kiss her. Snow breathed out some more icey breath as she met her back, her blue lips coating those of Tifa's with the delicate lipstick and giving her a taste of the essence of snow. Their lips intertwined slowly and sensually and tasted each other for several minutes, Tifa frozen in her mistress' grasp.

Not even attempting to break the romantic kiss, Tifa was completely under the control of Snow and there was nothing she could do about it. There were a few times here and there when her resistance returned to her, but every time she resisted even the slightest bit, Snow just kept casting her "fascination" spell, enveloping her with more of the pink energy. Then she just surrendered once more, kissing Snow again and falling for her touch. The two massaged each other and began to explore each other's necks and ears, working to know the tastes of their partner. They slowly moved from kissing, to sucking on each other as Tifa began planting kisses on Snow's blue neck while the latter sucked her neck in different spots.

Eventually, after Snow broke sucking on Tifa's neck, when Snow knew Tifa was completely enthralled with her, she took Tifa by the hand. "Come with me, human…" she beckoned, her cold hand intertwined with the now cold one of Tifa. "Yessss…. Snow," Tifa replied, hypnotized and obedient.

Snow turned and slowly walked Tifa back into the darkness of her cave, like a victorious animal taking its prey back home... to be devoured.

Snow set Tifa down on her bed when they arrived.

Tifa hadn’t really absorbed her surroundings, but now she looked through pink, hypnotized eyes at the cavern's interior- stalactites hanging, a cold pond, a mirror of ice, and cosmetics in ice jars lining around the mirror. The chamber was pretty small but seemed to have everything that Snow needed. The bed she was on had very thin sheets that themselves were cold to the touch. If she weren’t completely enslaved by Snow she would have questioned the logic of having ice cold sheets. In the meantime, though, Snow was at her mirror and counter. The witch in the blue one-piece bent over, her gray hair falling over her face and onto the icey countertop as she grasped a few of the bottles and brought them back. Over the next few hours, she did Tifa's makeup, converting her into her own, and casting her fascination occasionally just to relish her conquest and make Tifa's surrender more absolute.

She started the conversion by lining Tifa's lips with the same blue lipstick she wore- first gently tracing the lower lip, and then the upper as she smeared the magical solution on her lips and she puckered afterwards. She then applied mascara and eyeshadow, both blue, to her eyes gently as Tifa closed them in relaxation. She worked her hands through Tifa's raven-black hair, instilling her magic and making it a gray, like her own.

Tifa moaned as she cast some more of the fascination spells and began to rub and massage her all over her body. Tifa was getting used to the cold, the freezing, her once fair skin now a slave's light blue. First, Snow removed her gloves, her weapons, her defenses- she had already done so in a real sense, but this time was much more symbolic. She removed her armlet, her protection. All this time she took the materia out and rubbed the newly-converted ice materia over Tifa's face and shoulders. She wanted to make Tifa love and adore the cold as much as she did.

Snow leaned over and took off Tifa's shoes, one by one, leaving her feet bare on the indoor snow. She unzipped her pants, sliding them down, as Tifa moaned, the leather cracking against the almost-frozen surface of Tifa's skin. Lastly, she removed her top, as the once fighting heroine stood completely naked and helpless, being modeled into the image of what she was just trying to resist.

Snow began to massage Tifa's breast as the heroine helped, leaning back and breathing heavily in the passion and surrender of it all. She teased poor Tifa, gently rubbing the ice materia on the tips of her nipples, the icey cold power sending shockwaves through her system and making the tips stand out nearly an inch. She continued working her over, rubbing all over, until she slowly spread Tifa's legs. Tifa's eyes were once again normal-colored, as fascination had worn off, but different- this wasn’t hopes for resistance. The spell had worn off, but she was so absorbed, so seduced, so enamored and so taken that she had no will to fight anymore. She just rocked back and forth, ice cold and letting Snow take her completely, slightly aware but not caring anymore.

Snow had a final thought to seal Tifa’s enslavement. As she ran her hands up and down the inner thighs of the helpless heroine, she released one of her hands and took one of the ice materia, beginning to suckle it between her blue lips. Snow took her time with it, sure to make a show out of her naughty treatment of the materia. She then brought it close to Tifa’s sex. Snow spread the heroine's legs slightly and inserted the ice material into her pussy as Tifa let out a moan and the icy juices between her legs flowed out a tiny bit. When Snow did this, the materia began to glow with blue energy and flow deep into Tifa's sex on its own, as the final conversion was complete. Blue ripples of energy began to seep out into the heroine’s body as she began to shake in pleasure and submission. Her eyes closed as the bit her lips in both pain and ecstasy, her back arching violently, her hairs on her skin dagger sharp, and her nipples over half an inch out and hard.

The convulsions lasted for over a minute. With the materia absorbed into her body and the power of the magic controlling her very system, she was helplessly a slave to the ice, bound to the will of Snow. Her eyes turned blue as they fluttered open, gazing into the blue eyes of her mistress. She bent her head, smiled a wicked smile, and looked back up with a grin of servitude and mischief. Her eyes were blue. Completely blue. Completely enslaved, completely Snowed, completely enamored.

Snow looked at Tifa with naughty eyes as she said, "We're going to change your costume now, Tifa," as she stood up and went to her cosmetic stand. While there she nonchalantly procured the bundle that was Tifa's old outfit, opened a drawed below the top, and stuffed it away. It was never going to be used again. She then reached into another drawer above it, gently scooping up a bundle of blue velvetey cloth of different elements of clothing. Tifa lay sprawled out on Snow's bed, looking forward intently like an obedient cat awaiting tuna.

The cold woman came back to the bed, and Tifa shifted to all fours in anticipation as Snow placed the articles she acquired on the bed. It looked like there was a blue one-piece swimsuit, a pair of elbow-length gloves, and a strand of netting- she wasn't sure what the last one was. "Lay back for me dear," commanded Snow as Tifa gently shifted her light blue body onto the plush bed of her mistress. She picked up the netting and unfurled it below Tifa's feet. The former heroine giggled as she saw that they were a pair of blue fishnet stockings. "That's such a good present... thank you!" she said as Snow began wrapping the netting around her legs, tickling her knees and inner thighs along the way. The witch worked her way back up and down to spread the fabric until she snapped the crotch in place. Tifa rubbed her blue-clad legs together and moaned "Mmmmmmmm..." Snow then lifted the one-piece, surprisingly small and tight, and lifted it under Tifa sex for her to put it on. She slid it up her waist and chest, clasping the straps over her shoulders. The suit itself was a few sizes too tight so it greatly complemented Tifa's bust, her nipples visible through the fabric. With the fishnets appearing out of her thighs, Tifa looked almost like a Playboy Bunny.

The last touch was the gloves. These didn't take to long to don, as Tifa almost grabbed them herself, being stopped by Snow who wanted to complete this ritual alone. Tifa bent back in compliance, closing her eyes and raising her hands, one by one, as Snow slid the the satiney-blue evening gloves on her hands. When the two were done, Snow took Tifa's now-gloved hand and led her off the bed to a nearby mirror. "Don't look, not yet," Snow said, as she motioned Tifa to a pair of shiney blue 3-inch heels near the mirror. Tifa bounced in excitement as she quickly went over and slipped into them.

"You may look in the mirror," Snow said. Tifa turned and gazed in the mirror in excitement. Her deep blue one-piece made her look so similar to her mistress- especially as her long gray hair fell on her chest. She liked the touch of the gloves, fishnets, and tall blue shoes. Her makeup was fiercely gorgeous, and her skin was exotically blue. She had never thought herself this beautiful, ever.

She looked at her mistress through her blue eyes and purred, "Thank you," in a soft voice. Snow did not respond, but only gazed as she approached Tifa's back. She reached out her hands and sensuously rubbed the heroine's shoulders as she closed her eyes. Tifa moaned and accepted the touch, falling back as the lips of her mistress enveloped the nape of her neck, breathing the cold she had grown to love. Tifa could not resist anymore. She turned around, and shoved her lips onto Snow's, darting her tongue into the Snow woman's mouth as she thanked her... physically... for all her wonderful kindess.

Snow was happy to return the kiss... as their cold tongues danced, she held her captive and slowly walked her to her bed. When they arrived, still kissing, Snow slid the transformed heroine onto the plush fabrics and pulled over the sheets as they truly began the night.

Tifa Lockhart was no more.

http://www.geocities.com/ricobanderas9/storypic.JPG drawn by Sue Chan, rights to post/caption granted.