#fem!idate

shirogane sat on a lone stool located against the wall, hands on lap as she observed the snowy owl working on one of the patients, with bottles of saline and antibiotic ointment within reach. an hour had passed and it seemed he was finally almost done with them.

“did you hear about peraco taking in a young vampire squid child? apparently he was entirely on his own when he got here and peraco had agreed to let him stay with her and her brothers... i guess she didn’t want him to be on his own.”

yukisada tried to make small-talk once he was done stitching and bandaging a humanoid lantern shark’s shoulder due to having a large bite taken out of it by a much bigger creature with sharp teeth – bone sticking out and dried gore that stuck to skin – with likelihood of having gotten infected had they not gotten to medical care sooner.

“i suppose… i just feel bad that he probably lost his parents at that age, that’s why he’s alone...” shirogane murmured.

yukisada stood to pull off the bloodied gloves and throw them away, washing his hands underneath the running water from the sink, then drying them with a towel.

he tried to offer some consolation to that, “it’ll be alright, we’re here to help them. as much as we’re able to anyway.”

‘can’t always help all of them...’ shirogane wanted to say, but countering his optimism with her usual pessimism wasn’t something they needed at the moment.

two days had passed since the mysterious beginning of the red sea and tensions still hung heavy in the air. some of these deep-sea animals talked of the ones from the red sea (‘sea of death’, some referred to it as), the ones who were the cause of it, corrupted their homes and did the same to everyone who tried to fight back or hadn’t managed to escape in time. they had been uncertain of how likely it was that they’d be followed all the way over here, but they weren’t too eager to go and find that out.

shirogane watched as yukisada tried to persuade one of the other wounded refugees – a crayfish – to drink something from a cup, but their limbs were shaking so violently and sweating profusely, breaths coming in short gasps and ultimately rendered unable to do much. another attempt of trying to soothe and asking them to close their eyes for a minute. shirogane found herself a little bit squeamish at watching a needle being plunged into the crayfish’s arm, so she opted to look away towards someone else instead not in as much pain.

their bodies weren’t accustomed to dealing with cold climates like on the arctic, even if their physical wounds could be treated, there was still a risk of them catching a high fever. a blue shrimp lay inside a bowl on the bedside desk, swimming back and forth in saltwater, choosing not to switch to his humanoid form from the high amount of stress he must’ve currently been experiencing.

“meadowsweet and tamarind could work in decreasing the high temperature of their bodies, but i’ve run out of any herbal medicine. i think rocma might have some.”

shirogane listened absentmindedly, wiping her hands on her skirt due to how clammy they’d become, despite washing them an hour prior from the blood of one of the patients.

“can you please go ahead and fetch some for me? i would do it myself, but i really can’t leave their side. if you see nakayama on the way by any chance, could you ask him to make a delivery for some more? the sooner, the better.” yukisada requested with worry, eyeing his patient as the anesthesia seemed to finally have kicked in and the crayfish stopped their thrashing and were beginning to fall into a painless slumber.

shirogane’s dread increased significantly at the huge responsibility thrown at her all of a sudden. if she were to mess this up, then these marine animals’ lives could potentially be at her hands. regardless, she couldn’t just turn down her friend’s request, a quite important one at that.

the wolf gulped, “y-yeah, sure,  i can… i’ll try and do that.”

“stay safe out there.” yukisada reminded.

with a curt nod, she walked over to the front door of their shared house and then outside, closing the door behind her as the warmth inside slipped from her skin.

the crimson sea created a clear contrast between the glistening snowy tundra with the sky coating it a dull, gray color. she recalled the ocean warming the snow and giving it a gentle hue of cerulean blue, but there was nothing like that anymore; the cerise threatened to consume the iceberg in its entirety. it wasn’t right – wherever she set her eye, a faint speck of red could be spotted reflecting off of any building or mountain.

the arctic wolf figured a trip to the polar bear’s habitat and back with an additional search for nakayama might be a little safer if she carried a weapon with her with all the commotion going on now that she had more than just a few violent brutes to worry about wandering around the isle. either a harpoon gun or her bat engraved with nails would be useful – which the latter had gotten lost in a tussle a while ago unfortunately, so that one was probably out of the question.

shirogane kept her harpoon gun hidden away in the cavern she frequently ran into to get away from all the bullying and harassment of other iceberg residents. she felt a little pathetic for thinking it, but she was grateful everyone was preoccupied with all the newcomers, so she would be left alone for a while, even if she did feel sorry for all those who’d lost their homes in the process.

she didn’t know how to help either; mainly just staying by yukisada’s side whenever he asked for her assistance, but since he was well-versed in his medical care, he often didn’t need her to do much other than press down on someone’s wound to keep them from bleeding out while he worked on stitching them.

reaching the cavern, she searched around the area, footsteps lightly echoing as she did. she found a pile of snow with something black and metal sticking out from the side. brushing away the top of the white mini-mountain, she pulled out the slightly frozen weapon into her hands, wiping away most of the frozen bits, freezing cold to the touch.

she slung the strap over her shoulder, keeping the gun pinned against her back – then she set off to find her way to get some herbal plants for yukisada. breath pale against the numbing air, her face was captivated by the soft, dusty illusions of light that sat heavy on her eyelashes. shirogane’s heart was beginning to beat against her chest more audibly as the frost fell on her pointed canine ears, making them twitch. the compulsive urge to constantly look behind her as if to expect something with malicious intent to lunge at her without warning.

having chosen the quickest route to her destination, through several big rocks twice her own size that made the path uneven and curved, with the possibility of slipping and falling frequently on the more slippery and icy areas. jumping from a steep ascent into snow that reached her knees, she attempted to focus on the sound of her footsteps softly crunching on the snow to block out the delusional paranoia of ghosting gloved hand on her shoulder.

sweat clung to her forehead like pins and needles. what she might have thought to be simply white noise in her head of following steps and limbs of someone else on her snapped out of daze when shirogane felt a hot breath against the nape of her neck. the presence of someone standing behind her, and not the imagination playing tricks on her of a gentle hand on her shoulder, but a tight grip that bruised the deeper the nails sunk into the flesh through her shirt.

with a loud gasp, she felt her foot get stuck in a slope between two rocks, as she barely whirled around to stumble backwards and identify the imposing threat, when she felt herself hoisted up and then flung against a rock a few feet away. body slamming against the sharp edges and hearing a crack, the back of her head plummeting as well, making her vision disorienting and feeling a warm liquid dripping down her forehead onto the tip of her nose. squeezing her eyes shut as she involuntarily slumped against it, limbs too in pain from the sudden harsh impact.

her ears slouched from the ringing sound she likely imagined to be just in her own head – but the voice she heard not too far from where she sat could not definitely be just her mind being over-imaginative.

“lit͜t͜l͡e̴ p̕u҉p̡p̵y.”

her heart began to pick up speed again. it was the orca.

as shirogane looked up to observe her, there was something fundamentally different about her. her gaze was colder, more menacing and piercing through the wolf to the point she felt her eyes alone could stab her through the heart. instead of wearing the usual gray undershirt, it was now a deep red; her lip gloss and eye-shadow shone a similar color.

“what a coincidence i just so happened to run into you. haven’t seen you in a while and you’re exactly as i remember you.” the tall, womanly orca lips’ quirked upwards, “lost, weak, frightened. some things simply never change, do they?”

“y-y-you...” shirogane swallowed the lump in her throat, physically having to force the words out of her throat. something was wrong, something was always wrong when idate was around, but this time, things were somehow worse, but her gut feeling only told her so much, not why.

“yes, you mangy mutt. it is me you’re looking at.” she snarled, stepping closer.

shirogane shakily stood up, back of her knees against the rock as her eyes trailed back and forth, trying to find the safest exit away from a possible forthcoming disaster.

“in a hurry somewhere, are you?” asked the orca.

“i have to get to yukisada… if i don’t, a-all those people in his care will die.” that had been a lie, she didn’t even make it to rocma’s house, but she instantly regretted trying to plead the orca to leave her alone just this once with whatever excuse she could muster out.

“oh, how selfless of that bird. how sad, then, that those weak beings all huddled together will just have to die?”

“p-please–“

“come on now, let’s play together. just like the old times, shall we?” she tried to reach out for her, but the other jumps to her left, leg accidentally kicking the gun a few feet away from her, turning her head to see if she could potentially make a grab for it.

“no! s-s-stay back!” the wolf bellowed.

“oh, but shirogane..." idate mused with sadistic glee in her voice, "you know what happens to poor, helpless puppies that don't listen to what i say?”

idate must have noticed her eyeing the harpoon gun next. the arctic wolf jumped for her only weapon in reach, just as idate was ready to pounce. nearly tripping over own feet, shirogane pointed the gun at her enemy and hastily pulled the trigger. with poor aim due to having only one intact eye only managed to pierce idate in the shoulder, with the harpoon poking out from the other side of her flesh, causing the orca to hiss in pain and stumble backwards.

it hardly seemed to unfortunately deter her, a mere twitch of eye and furrow of brows as she glared venomous daggers at the other and spoke, “i’ll make sure you pay for that.”

too frozen in her fight or flight instincts, shirogane couldn’t bring herself to move a trembling muscle until it was too late to raise the gun again to prevent assault at the last second. having been forced onto her back with harsh force, gun falling from hands and out of eye range.

idate caged shirogane underneath her, pressed into the freezing ground as deep crimson eyes glared into terrified golden ones. her left hand was around the wolf’s throat, harshly pressing against her windpipe – a direct threat she’ll crush her larynx with a mere flick of her wrist dared the other fight back. a whimper escaped the wolf, when a hand suddenly cracked against the side of her face with enough force for her chocked sobs to get stuck in her throat alongside a lasting red bruise. the orca pulled the harpoon out of her shoulder, lips turning into a snarl as she did, the action of doing so clearly causing a degree of discomfort, even if she didn’t show it outright.

she plunged the pointy, barbed spear into shirogane’s shoulder instead as she squealed, blood spurting and keeping her impaled in place, not having as much strength as idate to try and pull it out.

“now we can finally have a good playtime~” the orca smirked.

idate was ruthless in her violent actions, bared teeth and bruising grip that left wounds which wouldn’t heal for a while. normally she liked to play cat and mouse with her victims, entice them in, lure them with sweet words, and rip them apart once they realized a little too late what they’d gotten themselves into following such sultry voice of enticement into a death trap.

slipping her hand underneath the wolf’s skirt, scratching against her thighs as idate plunged three of her fingers into shirogane’s heat without warning. the wolf gasped and squirmed in discomfort at the sudden intrusion. she attempted to wiggle out of the taller orca’s vice grip, but her bare legs straddled the wolf’s hips, keeping her pinned securely.

her fingers worked at a merciless pace, as the wolf whined and choked on her sobs. just as she was beginning to get used to the uncomfortable sensations, idate added another digit inside her growing arousal, becoming slicker the longer she kept going with her ministrations. the pained whimpers were borderline turning into moans of pleasure.

it wasn’t too often when shirogane’s body felt violated and used by the orca to establish dominance over her, but it usually never lasted for too long and the orca never even allowed her to finish, preferring to dabble in humiliation and watching tears flow.

idate finally retreated her fingers, much to her relief (disappointment? no, definitely relief), leaving a trail of wet stickiness against her thighs and the feeling of her entire body quiver at the lost sensations.

there was a hot breath against the side of her neck, then a chunk of flesh was taken out of shirogane’s other shoulder, a much worse pain than what she already felt, crying out. idate stood up, admiring the work she left laying in the snow. but from the growing grin on her red lips told her victim she wasn’t done. something else was to come and she dreaded whatever it would be.

“i can think of all sorts of things to do that’ll look so good on you, i can promise you that, my puppy.”

abruptly idate had shirogane yanked up by her hair as the wolf yowls helplessly in pain. the orca wrapped a strong arm around the wolf’s neck and dragged her towards the ocean, while the wolf kept trying to drag her heels into the ground or kick her legs against her aggressor’s, which only made the pressure around her neck tighten. the orca stopped momentarily once they reached the edge of the iceberg, then jumped into the ocean without warning, drowning out shirogane’s yells for help once her head went below the surface of the water.

shirogane felt like she was drowning – and she likely was – air disappeared from her lungs, only to slowly be filled with salt water, through her nose and mouth, throat being engulfed by liquid. a vague illusion of light behind her eyes was the only thing she could gaze at. the sun was reaching out to her, trying to pull her back into the surface, but the mass of weight holding her trapped against her will only dragged her deeper to the bottom where no one would see terror and fright in her eyes anymore.

but something else entirely.

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yukisada sat worriedly at the table. almost an entire day had passed and his housemate still hadn’t come back. it should logically have taken no longer than an hour or two, even if she might have ran into some trouble on the way, though he hoped that she hadn’t. his stomach clenched slightly at the thought. he really didn’t want for shirogane to show up half-beaten to death and for him to have another patient in his already occupied hands. the uneasy thoughts swimming in his mind only made him tap his fingers against the table nervously in irregular beats.

he had tried simple lemon tea and cold towels on their foreheads as an alternative for their bodies’ worryingly growing temperature. it seemed to work to a certain extend, but the plants he requested to be brought back might prove to be more effective.

at the sound of the door creaking open from the other room, the snowy owl’s head snapped up and his ears perked. he hoped his worst of thoughts would be proven false, sitting up from the stool as it slid backwards with a creak against the floor. he rushed from around the corner to spot a familiar fur of white hair and canine ears slowly peering inside.

at the slightest recognition of familiar appearance, yukisada was already beaming as he rushed over.

“oh, shirogane, you’re back! you took so long and i was getting really worried! are you injured in any–“

yukisada found himself unable to finish his inquiries, mouth gaping open when his mind finally processed what he saw at the front door gazing right back at him.

shirogane tucked the hair covering her injured eye away from her line of sight, except said eye was no longer squeezed shut due to the ragged scar that ran across it. she was staring back at him with both orbs intact. the injured eye was slightly crooked and not sitting quite right in her eyesocket, nearly threatening to fall out, but it was wide and an entirely wrong color.

red. he saw red.

(the color of the sea as it was now.)

she was wearing a miniskirt instead of an overall one, gray tights and fishnet stockings, boots with high-heels, one side of her white button-up was hanging loosely on her shoulder. her clothes looked slightly soaked, like she’d been thrown into water covered from head to toe, her usual curled, thick hair wrapped in a loose braid was straight and hanging limp on her shoulder, tips of it slightly darker due to still being wet.

“s-shirogane?”

the wolf smiled wide, baring her sharp teeth.

“i’m really sorry about that, yukisada. i got caught up in something else, you see, ah...”

a click of her boots against the flooring as she stepped a little closer, but yukisada stayed in place.

“i know you asked me to retrieve medicine for you... but i found something better on my way there.”

the snowy owl swallowed the lump in his throat, “o-oh, well, i gave the patients some tea to cool down their fevers, but some of them still aren’t doing much–“

shirogane interrupted him with a small frown of her lips, “those people are ungrateful and weak beings. she was right after all. i told her i was coming back to help them, but i really came to see you, yukisada... to take you with me.”

yukisada’s eyes widened slightly, “shirogane, are you alright?”

“oh, yeah!” she beamed, “never been better, in fact! i’m no longer in any pain or discomfort i like i was before. isn’t that a relief, finally?”

oh, no, no, nononono – something was wrong, terribly wrong. he didn’t want to believe it, but he couldn’t keep his internal facade of denials up for much longer. yukisada thought if something from the red sea in south had crawled its way over to the iceberg isle and infected shirogane with it – he had no knowledge of how it spread or what exactly it did to someone, but he did know for certain his friend was behaving too differently for something to not have happened while she was away. still, he would attempt to talk to her, maybe he just had a caught fever himself from one of the patients and was imagining this. he must have.

“who are you talking about anyway? shirogane, what happened to you? who did this to you?!”

yukisada took the risk in stepping closer to her, she may have looked wrong, but he relied on the possibility that his closest friend still wouldn’t possibly do anything to harm him.

“i’ll show you. if you come with me, then i’ll show you. you trust me, right? i’m your friend, yukisada. please, just trust me.” her voice went quiet, almost akin to pleading. and a part of him wanted to know the fiend responsible for making his friend act the way she did at that moment, but–

“but the injured people from the sea, they–!”

he tried to place his hand on her shoulder to pacify her, but she caught his wrist in a tight grip. it wasn’t painful by any means, but shirogane usually never inflicted this kind of force onto anyone, let alone him, out of everyone. but the kindness in her eyes was gone quickly as it came, her expression twisting into something akin to a snarl.

idate’s really into edging shirogane to see how much teasing he can take, but never quite letting him finish, so he’s always a squirming, whining mess beneath her.

he’s not allowed to touch her when she’s grinding on his lap. punishments will otherwise range from a broken wrist, or fingers pressed tightly around his throat until he can barely breathe, all the while she keeps riding him.

she never lets him finish inside her either and he’ll be left laying there on the ground in his own mess. if he’s on the brink of his climax too early, he gets teased and mocked for it too.

“already wanting to come? what a bore. you’ve barely lasted five minutes.”

shirogane loves being called ‘good boy’. he feels a little pathetic how much it makes his heart flutter and face go red, but he can’t help but comply with what she asks of him just to hear the sweet praise.

idate will sometimes keep shirogane tied up somewhere in a fairly open area, partially naked and on edge of an orgasm where anyone can easily wander into and find him. if he dares to finish before she’ll come back for him, he also gets punished for it.

idate will absolutely make innuendos about what she’s been doing with shirogane when the other iceberg residents are nearby to the point where the wolf is unable to look any of them in the eye for the rest of the day.

shirogane also feels beyond embarrassed when his body betrays him by actively reacting to the orca’s touches due to all the pleasure he’s feeling from them.

he tries not to make any noise when she’s working him with whichever body part of hers, but often he just can’t help the gasps and whimpers.

idate loves to make shirogane beg and dabble in humiliation. she’ll leave red claw marks and bloody bites all over his body as a reminder of whom he belongs to.

idate is a little bit into asphyxiation, either by her own hands or tugging his scarf around his neck tightly enough for his face to chance color until he starts gagging and spluttering.

shirogane is always fearful of idate’s wrath when he’s not doing a good enough job of pleasing her. as much as he hates being her target and having his body violated, he vastly prefers it over having a limb ripped off or being made to bleed if the orca is in a much more violent mood.