Wedding Day
Anime Shrink Interactive
chapter 34
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
Things just kept on going from bad to worse for the shrunken human. Mizore's words turned him whiter than the very snow she currently walked upon. She was in her homeland, the frozen tundra where all yuki-onna resided. Her outfit was very typical of her. Her usual shirt and skirt combination with her striped socks and shoes. Inside her shoe however, sat Tsukune in his frozen toe-ring prison, which had barely melted in the last day. And in the frozen homeland of his girlfriend, he'd be frozen for a while longer. The reason they were there was quite simple: Marriage. Not even a full 24-hours ago Mizore said it.
"I'm tired of waiting, let's go get married Tsukune."
Being frozen, Tsukune had no say in the matter. So Mizore packed her things, did a few errands, and here they were. The young woman approached her hometown, greeted by the eager face of her beautiful mother Tsurara. She seemed just as eager as her daughter, Hello there Mizore. Where is my soon-to-be son-in-law?"
Mizore gestured to her shoes, "I kinda forgot to mention some things Mom. But he's in there…"
Tsurara seemed to understand immediately, "Hmm, a bit kinky I must say. But if he can produce good children then I see no problem with it. Be ready Mizore, the wedding is tomorrow."
That soon?! Tsukune mentally gasped.
Mizore nodded, "Yeah yeah. I know Mom. I can't wait. It's good that we can get marriages done so fast. I can't wait to be married to Tsukune. Mr. and Mrs. Shirayuki…"
"Taking your name huh? Alrighty then. Let's go Mizore. We don't have a lot of time to get you your dress."
"Lead the way Mom."
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The day proceeded very quickly beyond that. Mizore and Tsurara went to gather Mizore's dress for the coming day, informing her the entire time that she was proud of her and Tsukune finally "Getting it on."
Naturally Tsukune was…less than happy. He didn't want to get married! Especially not shrunken! But it was tomorrow, and he had no chance of preventing it. Heck, his friends couldn't even come if they wanted to. Their only means of travel would be the bus driver, and Mizore took him to get here. He'd spend the day driving back. And that didn't even get into the fact that Mizore recently proved she could best all of them in an advantageous terrain, and this was even more to her advantage than their previous battlefield. Tsukune couldn't escape either. The entire time he was frozen and decorating Mizore's middle toe from the confines of a warn sock and shoe. He'd begun to notice the slight details in the yuki-onna's feet, finding them slightly beautiful in this dark hour. Or maybe he was just grasping at straws to try and make light of a meek situation. Maybe he was developing a love for Mizore? It was hard to tell. Regardless of it all, the next day it had come.
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Tsukune was standing before the Snow Oracle, who would be performing the marriage, shrunken and defrosted for the momentous occasion. Well, not completely defrosted; his legs were frozen in place by Tsurara, so he couldn't run away. He stood atop a specially provided pedestal so he would be near-level with his wife when the time for the kiss would come. They were inside the citadel the Snow Oracle usually resided in, in a particular room that was built for marriages. In the room were all of the yuki-onna in the land, much fewer than Tsukune imagined. They truly were a dying breed. There were barely a couple hundred people there. Perhaps if his marriage could truly help them…maybe it was okay…He rationalized that.
The music started playing, everyone, including Tsukune, looked to the entrance of the room, where Mizore entered in the most beautiful of wedding dresses, accompanied by her mother who was in a flowery white kimono. Mizore's dress was snow-white, with a nice accentuation to her cleavage and cut around the hip to show a nice amount of leg. With two white shoes that fit perfectly against the yuki-onna's toes. She looked…
Beautiful…Tsukune gasped.
With each stride of her attractive form, Mizore seemed more and more beautiful to her betrothed, soon approaching an almost goddess-like level of beauty. For just the briefest of moments, Tsukune didn't mind getting married. Even as Mizore stood beside him and he was level with her chest. The young human felt insignificant before her, even in the nice black suit made for him. Without further adieu, the wedding began.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to welcome the marriage of our own Mizore Shirayuki, and Tsukune Aono, in holy matrimony. Before we begin, does the betrothed's mother have the ring?" The Snow Oracle spoke with the elegance of one who'd done this ceremony a thousand times.
Tsurara stepped beside Mizore, right near where Tsukune was, and slid two rings onto her fingers, Tsukune already had a shrunken one to avoid complications. "Here Mizore. This was my very own wedding ring. I feel it's only right for you to have it."
Mizore blinked in utter shock, "T-Thank you Mom…and this other one…?"
"A gift. Look at it."
Mizore inspected it closer, and from his position, so did Tsukune. They both gasped. The second ring…was Moka! Frozen like Tsukune was not too long ago! Neither could even speak they were so shocked. Even with her rosario seal on, to capture Moka…this was just…unbelievable. "Mom…I love you…" Mizore appeared on the edge of tears she was so happy. In complete contrast, Tsukune felt all hopes of escape die. Moka was the greatest fighter he knew, and she was now powerless to do anything that could help him. And not only that, but she was forced to be there for something she no doubt hated as much as Tsukune did.
"A ring or a pet it's up to you." Tsurara smiled, backing away to the side so the wedding could proceed. At the side she playfully mouthed to her daughter, "Or a slave." With a mischievous look. Mizore looked back with a happy nod.
Apparently as per yuki-onna tradition, the Snow Oracle just cut right to the chase. Tsukune quickly realized that this wedding was going to be very short. "Do you, Mizore Shirayuki, take Tsukune Aono to be your husband?"
"I do."
"Do you, Tsukune Aono, take Mizore Shirayuki to be your bride?"
Tsukune knew he was defeated. "I do."
"Then you may kiss the bride."
Mizore turned to face Tsukune, and the Snow Oracle used her own ice-manipulation to maneuver Tsukune too. Facing eachother, Tsukune saw the streams of happy tears along Mizore's face, decorating her beautiful form even more. This was truly the happiest day of her life.
"I love you Tsukune." Mizore leaned forward and started to kiss the entire body of her husband.
"I love you too Mizore." Tsukune responded, surprised to find he couldn't tell if he was lying or not.
"I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Shirayuki! Congratulations!" The Snow Oracle exclaimed.
The whole room burst into cheers as Mizore and Tsukune never broke their kiss. Tsurara cried tears of joy at her daughter's happiest day. The Snow Oracle was pleased her prophecy was wrong. And Moka, in his frozen ring form, cried.
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The two quickly went to Mizore's home, to celebrate their honeymoon. Tsurara gave the two the pleasure of privacy within her home for the momentous occasion. Mizore never let go of her love even as she began to remove her dress. She soon flopped onto her bedroom bed in nothing but a snow-white bra and panties, placing Tsukune just below her breasts.
"I love you Tsukune." She leaned over to plant a kiss on her husband.
"I love you too Mizore." He kissed back, surprised again by his feelings.
The yuki-onna stared at her rings, "They're so beautiful."
Tsukune looked to his wife's slender hand, staring at Moka with a lot of apprehension. "…Yeah…"
"Mizore laid the hand over her husband, cuddling him against her body. "Well Mr. Shirayuki…we're married. And I can only think of one thing to make this day better."
"What is it M-… dear?"
"I want to…"
"I'm tired of waiting, let's go get married Tsukune."
Being frozen, Tsukune had no say in the matter. So Mizore packed her things, did a few errands, and here they were. The young woman approached her hometown, greeted by the eager face of her beautiful mother Tsurara. She seemed just as eager as her daughter, Hello there Mizore. Where is my soon-to-be son-in-law?"
Mizore gestured to her shoes, "I kinda forgot to mention some things Mom. But he's in there…"
Tsurara seemed to understand immediately, "Hmm, a bit kinky I must say. But if he can produce good children then I see no problem with it. Be ready Mizore, the wedding is tomorrow."
That soon?! Tsukune mentally gasped.
Mizore nodded, "Yeah yeah. I know Mom. I can't wait. It's good that we can get marriages done so fast. I can't wait to be married to Tsukune. Mr. and Mrs. Shirayuki…"
"Taking your name huh? Alrighty then. Let's go Mizore. We don't have a lot of time to get you your dress."
"Lead the way Mom."
-----
The day proceeded very quickly beyond that. Mizore and Tsurara went to gather Mizore's dress for the coming day, informing her the entire time that she was proud of her and Tsukune finally "Getting it on."
Naturally Tsukune was…less than happy. He didn't want to get married! Especially not shrunken! But it was tomorrow, and he had no chance of preventing it. Heck, his friends couldn't even come if they wanted to. Their only means of travel would be the bus driver, and Mizore took him to get here. He'd spend the day driving back. And that didn't even get into the fact that Mizore recently proved she could best all of them in an advantageous terrain, and this was even more to her advantage than their previous battlefield. Tsukune couldn't escape either. The entire time he was frozen and decorating Mizore's middle toe from the confines of a warn sock and shoe. He'd begun to notice the slight details in the yuki-onna's feet, finding them slightly beautiful in this dark hour. Or maybe he was just grasping at straws to try and make light of a meek situation. Maybe he was developing a love for Mizore? It was hard to tell. Regardless of it all, the next day it had come.
-----
Tsukune was standing before the Snow Oracle, who would be performing the marriage, shrunken and defrosted for the momentous occasion. Well, not completely defrosted; his legs were frozen in place by Tsurara, so he couldn't run away. He stood atop a specially provided pedestal so he would be near-level with his wife when the time for the kiss would come. They were inside the citadel the Snow Oracle usually resided in, in a particular room that was built for marriages. In the room were all of the yuki-onna in the land, much fewer than Tsukune imagined. They truly were a dying breed. There were barely a couple hundred people there. Perhaps if his marriage could truly help them…maybe it was okay…He rationalized that.
The music started playing, everyone, including Tsukune, looked to the entrance of the room, where Mizore entered in the most beautiful of wedding dresses, accompanied by her mother who was in a flowery white kimono. Mizore's dress was snow-white, with a nice accentuation to her cleavage and cut around the hip to show a nice amount of leg. With two white shoes that fit perfectly against the yuki-onna's toes. She looked…
Beautiful…Tsukune gasped.
With each stride of her attractive form, Mizore seemed more and more beautiful to her betrothed, soon approaching an almost goddess-like level of beauty. For just the briefest of moments, Tsukune didn't mind getting married. Even as Mizore stood beside him and he was level with her chest. The young human felt insignificant before her, even in the nice black suit made for him. Without further adieu, the wedding began.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to welcome the marriage of our own Mizore Shirayuki, and Tsukune Aono, in holy matrimony. Before we begin, does the betrothed's mother have the ring?" The Snow Oracle spoke with the elegance of one who'd done this ceremony a thousand times.
Tsurara stepped beside Mizore, right near where Tsukune was, and slid two rings onto her fingers, Tsukune already had a shrunken one to avoid complications. "Here Mizore. This was my very own wedding ring. I feel it's only right for you to have it."
Mizore blinked in utter shock, "T-Thank you Mom…and this other one…?"
"A gift. Look at it."
Mizore inspected it closer, and from his position, so did Tsukune. They both gasped. The second ring…was Moka! Frozen like Tsukune was not too long ago! Neither could even speak they were so shocked. Even with her rosario seal on, to capture Moka…this was just…unbelievable. "Mom…I love you…" Mizore appeared on the edge of tears she was so happy. In complete contrast, Tsukune felt all hopes of escape die. Moka was the greatest fighter he knew, and she was now powerless to do anything that could help him. And not only that, but she was forced to be there for something she no doubt hated as much as Tsukune did.
"A ring or a pet it's up to you." Tsurara smiled, backing away to the side so the wedding could proceed. At the side she playfully mouthed to her daughter, "Or a slave." With a mischievous look. Mizore looked back with a happy nod.
Apparently as per yuki-onna tradition, the Snow Oracle just cut right to the chase. Tsukune quickly realized that this wedding was going to be very short. "Do you, Mizore Shirayuki, take Tsukune Aono to be your husband?"
"I do."
"Do you, Tsukune Aono, take Mizore Shirayuki to be your bride?"
Tsukune knew he was defeated. "I do."
"Then you may kiss the bride."
Mizore turned to face Tsukune, and the Snow Oracle used her own ice-manipulation to maneuver Tsukune too. Facing eachother, Tsukune saw the streams of happy tears along Mizore's face, decorating her beautiful form even more. This was truly the happiest day of her life.
"I love you Tsukune." Mizore leaned forward and started to kiss the entire body of her husband.
"I love you too Mizore." Tsukune responded, surprised to find he couldn't tell if he was lying or not.
"I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Shirayuki! Congratulations!" The Snow Oracle exclaimed.
The whole room burst into cheers as Mizore and Tsukune never broke their kiss. Tsurara cried tears of joy at her daughter's happiest day. The Snow Oracle was pleased her prophecy was wrong. And Moka, in his frozen ring form, cried.
-----
The two quickly went to Mizore's home, to celebrate their honeymoon. Tsurara gave the two the pleasure of privacy within her home for the momentous occasion. Mizore never let go of her love even as she began to remove her dress. She soon flopped onto her bedroom bed in nothing but a snow-white bra and panties, placing Tsukune just below her breasts.
"I love you Tsukune." She leaned over to plant a kiss on her husband.
"I love you too Mizore." He kissed back, surprised again by his feelings.
The yuki-onna stared at her rings, "They're so beautiful."
Tsukune looked to his wife's slender hand, staring at Moka with a lot of apprehension. "…Yeah…"
"Mizore laid the hand over her husband, cuddling him against her body. "Well Mr. Shirayuki…we're married. And I can only think of one thing to make this day better."
"What is it M-… dear?"
"I want to…"
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March 13, 2025
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