The docks of Aspen Point City were mostly abandoned that evening in early winter, but yet there was a lot of commotion going on, as two figures seemed very much occupied with getting one another wiped off the face of the planet. And not just the way you’re used to; magically conjured gusts of wind deflected razor-sharp icicles as the two combatants called upon the elements of nature themselves to destroy their foe. Sparks flew when they drew close and their weapons, a swift and brutal clawed gauntlet versus an artfully crafted and impressive broadsword, clashed with each other. In one corner there was a spirited young wolf, Tsubasa. A year or two earlier he found a strange sword that allowed him to control the air around him, and it had gotten him swept up in an ancient war for these Elemental Weapons. Opposing him was Freyja, a husky whose heart was as cold as the powers at her command, and as vicious as the mystical metal claw she wielded. Her only loyalties lied with a shadowy organization called The Remnants, who sought after the Elemental Weapons in order to bring about the end of the world. Tsubasa always figured that a therapist would be of more use to a violent, nihilistic sociopath like Freyja, rather than a supernatural terrorist cult, but considering she had already tried to kill him many times before and having a clear joy trying it again that idea seemed off the table. “Damnit, Freyja!” Tsubasa yelled out, creating an updraft to send himself flying, narrowly dodging the icy spike his enemy created underneath him. “Wasn’t it enough to kidnap and nearly murder Natalia!?”
On cue, the painful memory popped into his mind. Seeing his vixen friend tied up and dangled over the roof of a 50-story building, only for Freyja to cut the ropes with Tsumenokoori, her ice claw, dropping her hostage and forcing Tsubasa to make a death-defying leap to grab her out of mid-air. It was The Remnants’ latest ploy to force the heroic couple to give up their respective elemental artefacts: a mighty sword called Okaminokaze, that could control the winds around him, and a longbow that not only conjured its own arrows, but released destructive torrents of water on impact, which were called Mizunohime by warriors long forgotten. If not for his powers and extraordinary luck, they’d be two splatters on the pavement below. Natalia’s desperate scream, muffled by the pair of socks Freyja had cruelly jammed into her maw still haunted his nightmares to this day. “Awww… but she looked so cute all tied up and with that thick scarf over her maw.” The husky paused for a sadistic chuckle. She so loved to gloat over her wanton acts of cruelty. “You sure you don’t want me to try it again?”
All this gloating did, however, provide a valuable window of opportunity to the resourceful wolf. While Freyja monologued about all the unspeakable things she could do to Natalia, Tsubasa focused the ancient, arcane energies he was granted control over and with a small flick of his wrist, a small but razor-sharp sickle of wind shot out of the tip of his blade at blinding speed. But Freyja’s reflexes were just as sharp, managing to dodge out of the way from the projectile just in time. “Tsk tsk. You actually thought a whelp like you could catch me off guard? Ha!” Rubbing in this small victory was about to be her undoing, however. Tsubasa’s “aero-blade” technique continued to travel onwards to strike its originally intended target: the cable of a crane that held a stack of metal girders precariously above the husky’s head. With loud clattering, solid steel beams rained down on the frosty villainess and despite her best efforts to dodge out of the way, a girder hit her right in the head. With a pained groan, Freya slumped to the floor with her weapon fading away as they were designed to do, when their wielder lost consciousness. In a rare moment of luck being with him for once, his plan had worked: Freyja was still alive, but should be out cold for quite some time. Hopefully enough time for him to think of a way to restrain the villain, before she could resummon her weapon.
It wasn’t until after several minutes that Tsubasa dared to approach the motionless body, still wary for any of Freyja’s dirty tricks. He gently prodded her face with his boot. “Hey… Hey!” But no response but a drop of saliva being smeared on the tip of his shoe. “Alright… let’s get you out of the way.” Tsubasa peered around the docks, hoping to find a hiding spot for his defeated foe. “Ah-ha!” He’d spotted that one of the warehouse doors had been blown open by a deflected ice shard during the fight and now just barely hanging onto its bent hinges. “Wrap-Up Wintersports Warehouse… exactly what I need!” Tsubasa grabbed the unconscious husky by her upper arms and dragged her into the dark building.
Like a sack of potatoes, Freyja was propped up in a corner all the way in the back of the room between the boxes of sportswear, only dimly lit by the small industrial lights.
With only the sound of his frantic heartbeat for company, Tsubasa went rummaging through the boxes for materials he could bind Freyja with before she woke up. She was quite the dangerous dog, so he’d better be thorough. To that end, he carried various boxes of clothing items to his defeated foe.
“Let’s make some preparations for you.” Tsubasa opened up the first box, which contained various long, woolly socks. He took two pairs, rolled the first pair into two separate balls and placed them in Freyja’s paws, then covering them up with the other pair pulled over each respective fist. “Hmmm… Better make extra sure.” The wolf then grabbed another two pairs of socks and pulled them over her paws as well, turning Freyja’s dangerous claws into soft, woolly mittens. The cloth stumps that he had turned Freya’s fists into were quite bulbous, which had a lot to do with the fact that the psychotic husky was already wearing fleece mitts in the first place. Tsubasa always figured, she had them to protect herself from frostbite received by Tsumenokoori’s ice attacks. Yet, the one time he managed to cut one of the gloves and cause it to fall off, Freyja went absolutely berserk. Maybe they had a certain emotional value, or it was just an obsession of hers to retain what little sanity she had.
In either case, there was no way she was going to take them off this time. With a mischievous grin, Tsubasa took a big turtleneck sweater and pulled it over his captive’s head. Turns out it was quite the struggle to put a shirt on an unconscious person, but eventually the wolf got her arms into the sleeves, which he yanked behind her back, over her hands and knotted them together: the winter sweater was now an impromptu straightjacket. “There, this should keep you warm.” The young man chuckled as he unfurled Freyja’s trademark light blue scarf from her neck and started looping and knotting it around her wrists as thick, soft cuffs.
In the middle of the night, Tsubasa had all the time to fumble through the boxes and procure as many materials as he thought he needed, and he needed a lot. With a pair of sports bandanas, he went on to secure the husky’s legs together; winding a folded band around her ankles and tying a second in-between them to tightly cinch the bindings. He was busy repeating the process with a long fleece scarf and another bandana on Freyja’s lower thighs, when suddenly the villainess began to stir. “Whoa!” Tsubasa jumped back in shock, before quickly crawling back to finish the knot he was tying. “Oh crap, she’s waking up…”
“Nnnng… What? What is…?” Still groggy from the steel girder hitting her right in the back of the skull, Freyja slowly shifted around, quickly discovering her limbs had been restrained. “The shit is this!? Who did thi…?” Upon noticing the young wolf in the room with her, her voice dropped to a bone-chilling, threatening hiss. “You…! You wretched little brat! You’d better start running, worm! When I get out of this, I will gut you like a fish! Even my master Kurono'jyn will realize that he hasn’t sensed real suffering, until I’m through with you!! I’m gonna take my claw and ram it up yourrrmmmmngghh!?!” While Freyja was distracted with her fiery angry ranting, Tsubasa had rolled up two sporting socks into a massive woolly ball and crammed it into her maw mid-yell. “Ymmh bfftggrd!” “Yeah yeah…” Tsubasa rolled his eyes, as he wrestled a thick woolly balaclava over her head, quickly folding a bandana into a thin band to push between the husky’s masked lips and knot tightly behind her head, securing the stuffing between her jaws. “I’ve heard all those threats before. Chew on this for a while, it will be much easier on my ears than all your screaming.”
As Freyja barked a slew of unintelligible insults at her captor, the wolf himself went to collect a few more stockings, bandanas and scarves. His icy prisoner was regaining her strength, after the massive blow to the head she had taken, and with it she grew more and more agitated. He’d best get to securing her arms better before she got the chance to slip out of her comfortable fuzzy straightjacket and unleash her wrath upon him and everything he cared about, she certainly already looked furious enough to do so from underneath her balaclava. Tsubasa resumed his task by winding long fleece scarves around Freyja’s chest and upper arms, and then cinching the bonds with bandanas tied between her arms and sides. This not only pinned them tighter against her torso, but also giving her boobs a good squeeze, which the wolf couldn’t help but find kind of sexy. To add insult to injury, the husky found her captor was binding another scarf to her wrists, brought it over one shoulder, tucked it underneath her chest bindings and pulled it back up over the other shoulder and knotted it back where he started, resulting in her hands getting pulled further up her back and trapping her breasts in a snug, soft chest harness. Another attempt of the wolf to try and pacify his captive was pulling a pair of fluffy earmuffs over her hooded head. Unfortunately, it had the opposite of the desired effect and having her hearing impaired only made the husky angrier.
Freyja growled and kicked furiously as she watched her legs get wrapped in dozens of colourful woolly socks and her movement restricted further and further. For the usually confident and dominating Freyja, this humiliation was the absolute worst. She was used to always being in charge of the situation, to have her foes grovel under her boot heel after kicking them into the dirt. For her, one of the Remnants’ elite, to be defeated by such an insignificant pup, would see her dishonored and stripped of her title as Rank III in the organization if Master Kurono'jyn, who held the title of Remnant Rank I, ever found out about her humiliation. But she’d escape and get her bloody revenge on the boy before any of that could happen, all she had to do was summon her weapon and… “Wait… What’s this? Why isn’t it working?!” A downside of the Elemental Weapons was that they needed enough free space to materialize them, you couldn’t conjure up a sword while your hand was against a wall, for instance. And Freyja found it impossible to summon the Tsumenokoori while bundled up in her snug, warm prison, especially with the thick socks wrapped around her already gloved paws occupying the space her blades would usually appear in. No matter how hard she concentrated, her weapon of cold steel failed to materialize, not even a ripple of disturbed air was to be seen. “The brat! When I get out of this, I’ll strangle him with his own entr-” Freyja’s string of murderous thoughts was interrupted by a certain wolf having decided to muffle her further and tie a folded bandana over her already gagged maw.
“Hmm… still a bit loud… Honestly, what does it take for you to calm down?” Freyja was indeed dead-set on giving Tsubasa as much trouble as she could, even when the wolf grabbed a fleece scarf long enough to be tightly wrapped multiple times around her lower face or when that was tied in place by another bandana over her head and earmuffs (which made it even harder for her to hear), knotted under her chin to bind her jaws shut. “MMMMGR!! HMMmmph! Mmmmhh...” Only after Tsubasa had tucked the ends of the headscarf under her high-necked sweater and tied a folded bandana over her mouth, were Freyja’s angry growls muffled far enough. “Oof, that was more work than I thought it’d be.” The wolf sighed. “Let’s see if I can find something to cover this all up. I really don’t want you to shake all this loose. Also, that look is starting to creep me out.” ‘Staring daggers’ would be an understatement indeed, Freyja was more or less trying cast entire claymores at her captor with her eyes. “Mh wmmmh mphrr ymmmh!” “Yeah, definitely gonna need to do something about that.”
A smirk formed on Tsubasa’s mouth before rummaging through the boxes of equipment again, it was actually nice having the person that tormented him so much at his mercy. “Here, Freyja, buddy! This would look great on you!” With a smug, satisfied grin, Tsubasa revealed he had grabbed a second balaclava, much to the captive villainess’ horror. “Nnnmmphggr!!” Getting mask number two over her head was a task of its own. Not only was Freyja squirming and trashing about like her life depended on it, the mask that otherwise would’ve been a perfect fit for the husky now had to be yanked over the thick layers of cloth that were already wrapped around her head. “Come on… Stop squirming, would you!? Almost… there, got it!” When Tsubasa finally managed to get the whole thing pulled all the way down, it nicely squeezed the underlying layers snugly against his captive’s face. Then, all went black around her as Tsubasa wrapped a fleece scarf over her eyes to both blindfold her and secure the second balaclava, leaving Freyja in silence and darkness...
For the villainous husky, this was a rare moment: for the first time in her life, she actually felt helpless, a feeling she loved to inflict upon others but loathed to be on the receiving end of. She was used to being in control, she NEEDED to be in control. But now she could only squirm around and make muffled squeaks, as she could only very vaguely hear what her rival was doing, thanks to the earmuffs tightly clamped over her head. Was he still in the room? Was he planning to leave her here? Wait, no, he was trying to move her around! It felt like some more soft material was tightening around her, like a big cocoon… the little brat was more thorough than she thought!
Tsubasa examined his labours, tired but allowing himself a moment to enjoy his victory. He finally managed to subdue his long-standing enemy, alive even, so he and his friends could finally question her for some much-needed answers on the shadowy organization that was The Remnants. And while Tsubasa normally wasn’t one to toot his own horn, wrapping her up in a big woolly blanket, secured with some leftover scarves was a pretty good idea, if he did say so himself. Now all he had to do was make a simple call.
“Natalia? Natalia, it’s me! Bring the van to the docks! …yeah, I’m fine, and I’ve got good news!” He smirked at the squirming, grunting bundle in the corner of the warehouse. “I’ve got someone here, you’d love to have a chat with…”
So last October, I opened up another commissioned story slot. The winner of that auction was :iconKaze_Wolfen:, who requested a story set in his ongoing "Okaminokaze" storyline. Which involves heroic youngsters battling an ancient cult for the possession of ancient weapons containing elemental magics, saving the universe and fluffy warm scarf bondage.
