Snowy and the Seven Petites

Chapter 1

She couldn't tell if the woman was dead or merely unconscious. Either way, it was clear that she was not a willing participant in the activities taking place in the glen. She watched as the man's massive cock slid out of the woman's body, glistening with juices, only to be rammed deep back into the still body. Hippy thought it was disgusting that the male would take advantage of the motionless body.

Hippy pulled an arrow from her quiver and aimed carefully. She drew back on the string a bit more and then let the arrow fly. The man cried out in pain as the arrow plunged deep into his meaty ass. He quickly stood up and looked around, seemingly unconcerned that his long thick cock was waving in front of him. He peered into the woods in all directions for long moments, trying to detect his attacker. Hippy was unconcerned about being spotted, though. She had hunted in these woods all her life and knew how to blend in. Besides, she had many more arrows if she was detected.

The man finally gave up looking. He glanced down at the prone body at his feet and obviously decided against continuing the rape. Hippy saw him tuck his cock, which had softened but was still quite large, back into his pants.

Hippy gasped at what happened next. The man drew a knife from the sheath that was strapped to his calf and then knelt beside the woman. She saw him place the blade at the woman's throat and saw his lips move as he said something.

The next arrow went cleanly through the wrist that was holding the knife. He shrieked with pain and dropped the blade. Again, he stood, this time holding his injured wrist with his other hand. He scanned the surrounding forest again.

Hippy was amazed that he hadn't already fled. She decided to give him some more encouragement. The third arrow did the trick. It sank into his beefy thigh, eliciting another shriek. The male jumped onto his horse, screaming in pain as the arrow in his ass made contact with the saddle but even the pain did not slow him down.

Hippy waited until the sounds of hooves grew faint and then disappeared before she emerged from her hiding place among the trees. She stepped into the clearing and looked around cautiously and then moved soundlessly toward the prone form in the center of the glen.

Hippy the Huntress wore a short skirt made from a deer that she had shot over a year ago. She wore the skin almost like a sarong and it tied over her right hip. Her top was more of a deer skin sash than a bra or blouse. It draped over one shoulder and hung diagonally across her torso, covering one compact breast but leaving the other exposed.

She always became aroused during a hunt and the encounter with the male was no different. The exposed nipple was stiff and stood proudly from the firm, pert breast. She had customized the sash to meet her needs. The quiver was stitched into the back of the sash and little pockets had been sewn into the front to carry spare arrowheads and other items. A dagger was strapped to her right thigh.

She looked down at the woman on the ground. She was beautiful, with milky white flesh which contrasted greatly with Hippy's darkly tanned skin. Her long black hair fanned out on the ground around her head. Her long flowing dress was bunched around her waist, revealing finely tapered legs that were alabaster white. At the juncture of the two beautiful legs, her jet black pubic hair had been trimmed in the shape of a little heart.

The woman's bodice had been torn and a breast had spilled out. It was full and firm and stood up from the chest with no signs of sagging at all. It was capped with a cherry red nipple that appeared to be as stiff as Hippy's.

Hippy could detect no signs of life. She knelt beside the woman and placed a hand on the exposed breast. It was warm to the touch. She thought she could detect gentle movement of the woman's chest but when she held her ear to the woman's ruby red lips, she could not hear anything or feel any air being exhaled. If she was breathing, it was very shallow.

Hippy reached down and tore away the rest of the bodice, letting the other breast emerge in all its glory. She turned her head to the side and placed it on the woman's chest, feeling the soft yielding flesh of the breasts against her lips and back of her head. With her ear pressed tightly to the woman's chest, she could hear a heartbeat. The woman was alive!

Now what should she do? The woman was too large for the diminutive Hippy to be able to carry. She could run and get help from her housemates but that would leave the woman vulnerable if the male, or anyone else, came back. She sat down in the cool grass beside the woman to try to think of a plan.

"Hi ho, Hippy," she heard after she had been leaning against the woman and thinking for over ten minutes. She turned toward the voice.

"Oh, hi ho, Chesty," she shouted back. "I'm sure glad to see you." She always thought it comical to see Chesty walking through the woods. Chesty was an accountant and always wore a business suit to work. But rather than ride to work, she chose to walk to do her part to save the environment. And the shortest distance from home to the office took her through two miles of forest. So once again the nearly naked huntress saw her good friend approaching in her business suit with briefcase in one hand and her jacket thrown over her shoulder, being held by the other hand.

"What did you shoot this time?" asked Chesty as she got closer. She saw Hippy sitting on the ground but couldn't make out what was beside her because of all of the underbrush between her and Hippy.

"Just some disgusting male," replied Hippy as she stood up.

As Chesty entered the clearing, she saw the form that lay prone at Hippy's feet. "Uh… Hippy…. That's not a male."

Hippy rolled her eyes. "I know that's not a male. I shot the male who was raping her and who was about to kill her. He ran off."

"Oh," nodded Chesty. "I see." Chesty had earned her nickname, as had all of the seven occupants of the home that they shared. Her starched blouse was straining from the way her generous breasts pushed out against it. They looked especially large on her slender body and petite frame.

"What are you going to do with her?" asked Chesty.

"Well, first I have to get her home," replied Hippy. "I want Doc to check her out. She's barely breathing. Then, I don't know. I might keep her. She's beautiful."

Chesty stepped up to the sleeping woman and looked down at her. "Wow! She's gorgeous!" she remarked. "But isn't she kind of big to be your pet?"

"Our pet," corrected Hippy. "If I keep her, she will belong to all of us. But first I have to figure out how to get her home."

"Want me to go get the cart?" asked Chesty.

"Oh, that's a great idea! That way I can stay here and guard her in case that male comes back."

An hour later, Chesty returned, leading a miniature pony that was pulling a cart. She had changed her clothing and now wore deer skins that were identical to Hippy's. Hippy had made outfits for all of her housemates out of the skins that she had collected.

Like Hippy, Chesty had one breast exposed and Hippy licked her lips as she saw it bouncing with each step that Chesty took. She and Chesty were occasional lovers and Hippy loved to feast on the glorious orbs that seemed to defy gravity.

They loaded the woman into the cart and then took her back to the house. Sleazy and Dopey came out to help and they each grabbed a limb and moved her into the kitchen.

"I found her in the woods, Doc," explained Hippy. "I don't know if she was poisoned or drugged or what but I thought she was dead. She's been like that for a couple of hours.

"Let me take a look at her," said Doc. Doc, who really was a doctor, was a beautiful almost-platinum, blonde with a svelte but curvy body. And like Hippy, she had breasts that were smallish in size but were perfectly proportioned to her petite body. All of the occupants in the house were petite and none of them stood taller than five feet. The locals referred to them as the Seven Petites, although some of the more mean-spirited ones called them the Seven Dwarfs.

Each was different but each was stunningly beautiful. There were two blondes, two redheads, two brunettes, and Chesty who had long flowing auburn hair. Several had smallish breasts while the others were generously endowed. There were blue eyes, brown eyes, green eyes, and hazel eyes. Each of them had slender waists and long tapered legs. At least they looked long in proportion to the rest of their bodies. They were as long as could be expected on a four foot six inch body which was the average height in the house. Six of them had slim boyish hips. Hippy was the exception and had nicely curved hips that gave her a more mature, womanish look but also earned her the nickname.

Doc took out her stethoscope and listened to the heartbeat. "It's slow but regular. Her breathing is shallow but sufficient. I recognize the symptoms."

"What is it, Doc?" asked Sleazy. Sleazy was the lawyer of the group. She earned the nickname partially because of her profession and partly because of her trampy ways. She would indiscriminately bed with just about anyone, regardless of whether or not she knew them and regardless of gender, and loved to dress in slutty clothes when she was not working. Currently, she was in a sharp business suit since she had just returned from work.

"A new poison," replied Doc. "She could sleep for months without the antidote."

"Do you have the antidote?" asked Dopey. Dopey was the resident artist. She earned her nickname not because of her mind. In fact, she was very bright and resourceful. But she was a free spirit who loved to experiment with all fashion of drugs. Since she was frequently doped up, she earned the name of Dopey.

"Of course I do," smiled Doc as she held up a syringe. She moved to give the woman the injection but was stopped short.

"Wait!!!" called out Hippy. "We should decide what we want to do with her first. I was thinking we could keep her as a pet."

"She's awfully big to be a pet," observed Dopey. Dopey was one of the smaller of the Seven Petites and stood only four feet two inches tall. But like her other small friends, she was perfectly proportioned. Even her breasts were more in line with the size of her frame. The C cup breasts looked perfect on her body and had just the slightest hint of sag, which Hippy found to be very sexy. Hippy also loved to feast on those breasts whenever she had a chance to bed with Dopey.

"I vote we keep her too," said Sleazy. "She looks like she would be fun to play with."

"I say she becomes our toy too," added Doc. "What do you think, Chesty?"

"I think she's beautiful. And it will be great to have a slut around the house again. But shouldn't we wait to hear from Busty and Grumpy?"

"Well, I already know what Grumpy's answer will be," said Hippy. "She's always interested in fresh meat for her sadistic little games."

"Busty will want to keep her too," added Dopey. "She loves big tits and this one has the biggest I've seen in a long time." The woman's breasts were indeed larger than those of the Petites but she was also over a foot taller than any of the seven women. So her breasts, while large, were well proportioned to her body.

"Okay then," said Hippy. "It's settled. We have a new pet. Let's bind her and then you can give her the antidote."

The Petites worked together and quickly bound the sleeping woman to the table, with her limbs stretched to the four corners. Hippy pulled out her dagger and sliced the remnants of the clothing away, causing a collective, audible inhale as the five women saw the woman in all of her naked glory for the first time.

"Oh wow!" said Dopey. "She's even more beautiful than I thought."

"She's amazing," agreed Chesty. She reached out and ran a palm over the tight smooth belly.

"I just love what she's done with this," said Hippy as she traced her finger around the outline of the heart-shaped pubic hair. She slipped a finger lower, parting the woman's petals and then pulled back a glistening finger that she popped into her mouth. "She's delicious too."

"We will be rich if we ever decide to sell her," added Sleazy. The other women all turned to Sleazy with shock painted on their faces.

"Sell her?" asked an astonished Hippy.

"Well, it's always an option," offered Sleazy.

"Are we ready now?" asked Doc as she held the syringe up again.

"Ready," replied Hippy. The others nodded in agreement.