Freezing in Snow TG
Freezing in Snow TGA loose tree branch was playfully tapping on one of the few windows of Solomon White’s home. One of the pups scratched at the glass in turn as if it was playing some fun game. The other puppies were playing and running in his large home, under the supervision of Lucy, Solomon’s oldest companion. Though you could hardly say she was supervising, she was so old that she hardly got up anymore save for a short walk very early in the morning with Solomon. No, the granny Samoyed much preferred to rest inside and sleep for the most part.Solomon was counting the days when he would be so similarly old, the man was approaching his sixties and had lived deep in the wilderness, surrounded by snow and ice. The thick mop of hair on his head and face had grown to a salt and pepper with an emphasis on salt, like he was starting to match the tundra he had been living in for so long. For the most part, he lived secluded with his Samoyeds in his large house, only taking a break from his isolation to host the occasional guest willing to pay for a vacation in the snowy landscape or when he would leave for some errand for his dogs.He lived far up north and everyday was winter, but what kind of winter tended to vary on the time of year: the best you could hope for was strangely not when the place was at its warmest. The slushy snow had a habit of falling from trees on top of you and making the act of walking too troublesome some days. The best time was when the snow was a fine powder, or perhaps he was just biased since the Samoyeds loved to frolic in it.Nevertheless, Saul had become keenly aware of how dangerous the cold was during his 30+ tenure in his chilly residence. His home was cozy but not impenetrable, not to the cold, this was what made his dogs precious to him. Their thick coats meant they happily enjoyed congregating in spots of the house that the cold had managed to sneak through, sometimes piling up and lounging in hallways or corners. He’d make note of it and check for ice, insulating and reinforcing the spot if necessary. But in the back of his mind, a part of him had made peace with his futility. He had gotten older and had become keenly aware that the cold was eroding him, the limits of how far he could travel before he was sure he wouldn’t make it back was shrinking. One of these days, the cold would either force him out or take him.But that wouldn’t be for a while, he thought, the weather was nice, the snow had that good powdery feel that even Lucy managed to walk in, and the new guests were pleasant enough that the puppies liked them.They were a couple of newlyweds on their honeymoon, Saul’s rates were pretty reasonable which made it excellent as a private getaway for lovers. He had seen his share of elopements. The wife was a wiry lady, perhaps a dancer, while the husband had a hiker’s belly, big arms, and scruffy hair under his beanie.“Thanks again for having us.” The man said jovially with one hand around his wife’s waist. “Yes, the lunch was very good as well, the stock went down really smooth.” The wife added.“No problem, it’s a staple here.” He grumbled politely; he had had the dish enough times to find their flattery undeserved. He had made the soup as way to make his chilly surroundings more bearable, it gave you energy and warmed you enough to soldier through the cold.“This place is beautiful; I almost don’t know where to start.”“Anywhere is fine, as long you head back before the sun crests the mountain, shaded spots can be more than 20 degrees colder, and you’ll be in trouble if you’re outside when night comes.” Saul explained, less as a factual warning and more a learned instinct.“Got it? We can follow the path we took back, but just in case; I’ve got a flashlight.” The man chuckled showing off his torch.Saul was silent, grumbling a bit more to himself, “Just get back before sunset.” He reminded one last time before seeing the pair off.Saul gave a sigh, before returning to his dogs, rustling a puppy awake before the small pack followed him around to help with his chores. There he got to work chopping down a tree that had gotten too big too close to his house, chopping up a bunch of wood for the furnace just in case. The puppies were quick to follow the lead of the other dogs, fetching sticks of various sizes and digging at strange lumps of snow. Lucy watched mostly, sticking close to Solomon, only moving away to fetch a particularly gnarled branch that made for a good walking stick.It wasn’t until he had packed all the wood away that he noticed a fleet of clouds drifting in his direction. He felt uneasy and with a taciturn whistle he ushered all his dogs back into the house.The house was warm, but he felt reticent to take off even a single layer, a chill was running up his back. Getting antsy, he went to make more soup, a much bigger pot than normal, something that would take time, keep his idle mind busy. However, that didn’t stop him from taking glances outside when he had the chance. The clouds were getting closer, the sun was getting lower, and there was still no sign of the couple returning.But he waited, preparing for the inevitable as the sun finally set and the wind and snow started to rattle the house, that loose branch tapping harder and faster like an alarm clock. Saul took a deep breath, sitting in his chair, before an errant knock and the sudden opening of the door caused to him shoot of his seat relieved.At least for the moment.It was the wife, using her body to prop the door back shut, gasping as she slumped to the ground. One of the dogs got to her before he did, looking at her curiously until he picked her up. “What happened? Are you alright?” He asked, helping to move her to the couch.“I-I’m sorry, but… um, is Paul, my husband, is he here?” She shivered; her coat was bristly with how much snow had packed onto it.Solomon went to the kitchen, “No, looks like you got here first.” He said pouring some soup for her. “Here, warm yourself up with this.”She flinched a couple of times as she tried to wrap her spindly hands around the bowl, taking a deep whiff to get the warm steam through her lungs. “…Thank you, but Paul, is still out there?”He could tell what she was really asking and looking at her quivering frame that was slowly being comforted by fluffy dogs looking to snuggle the cold lady, he knew what not to say. “Don’t worry, I’ll find your husband. Men tend to run warmer than women, and with your husband’s size, he’s got plenty of time.” He assured her, not wanting to give her any ideas that might make her go back out. “You just warm up with the dogs. Okay?”The woman nodded, finally taking a sip of the soup.Saul went back to the kitchen, filling a thermos full of soup before bundling up a little more with some gear and tools. All the other dogs had gone to the lady, getting comfortable and trying to steal some soup. However, Lucy had gotten and up and started to follow him, she could tell he wouldn’t come back if he left.Saul moved to the door before noting her following him, he stooped low, petting her head and scratching her ears, “It’s alright, Lucille. I want you to look after them while I’m out. You know how they can get when I’m not around.”Lucy let a small “borf” as she cranked her head around his hand until it receded when he stood up. She looked almost stoic as she watched him leave.Opening the door caused the wind to spit cold snow in his face with a perverse disgust. Solomon gave the looming dark a terse glare in kind before stepping out and shutting the door behind him. In an instant, his body already longed for an immediate retreat back inside as the sheer cold howled at him. But, doing his best to focus on his breathing, he began his trek forward with a large flashlight in hand.The wind liked to bend and whip around the mountains, causing sudden shifts in air flow to pelt him with snow in the most uncomfortable ways from the oddest angles. Attempts to shield yourself did very little except disorient you, so Saul knew better than to resist. The snowstorm seemed to pick up after that, decorating his beard and hair like it was a Christmas tree. Already he could feel a clump of his beard had frozen itself stiff.After almost an hour of walking steadfast in a single direction, he began to look around. He knew this area like the back of his hand but even that had its limits: Snowstorms had a fickle habit of changing how things looked, pushing the snow off trees and painting stones and bark a pale, indistinct white. No, he was looking for Paul, on the off chance he had managed to find his way there. But there was no trace of him. He couldn’t bring himself to grimace; every twitch of his face caused his frozen beard to sting, and he could feel his shoulders and back stiffen from constantly bracing against the cold.He was getting closer, he was more familiar with the cold than anyone in the world and he knew in minutes he would reach the point of no return, where his body could not turn around and walk back into his house. If he reached passed that point, then he was guaranteed to die.It took him a second to realize he had passed that point 5 minutes ago.Then alarm bells started to ring in his head, that tapping branch seeming to echo and beckon him back home. Maybe he could make it, if he ran and rolled down the mountain, let gravity carry him down, maybe he could make it? His hands let go of his flashlight in a panic as they shot for one of his flares, the eruption of fire and light as it hissed made the cold around him shudder. There was a sudden stillness, and the fear receded long enough for him to come to his senses.That was probably a mistake, the temporary heat was only a brief comfort as snow from the trees began to melt and attempt to snuff out the flame. His wits returned, he ran further into the dark, hoping to get closer to the jagged mountain top, the rocks would be harder for the stones to cover, and he had a better chance of finding the man if there were less trees getting in his way.The wind had calmed for a moment, almost like it was afraid of the fire, but that did little to ease his pain. It had done his job, the cold had struck his bones and made his legs feel numb, his breathing labored as ice began to form in his throat. It was then he noticed he couldn’t feel the heat of the flare anymore. It was still burning but the cold had already worked so thoroughly that even the hand grasping the tube felt nothing. He reached for it with his other hand but as he slapped them together, he found his fingers wouldn’t move.His stride slowed as he tried to force them to bend with his forearm, but his strength was failing. He was getting… tired, getting… sleepy. That sounded incredibly tempting. The wind had calmed down, the snow looked very soft, like the fur of his Samoyeds. He had stopped, even if he wanted to move, he couldn’t, at best he could lean forward or away, falling in the snow regardless. Within moments, the decision would be made for him and so he closed his eyes, tilted forward, and let the cold take him....…Solomon awoke in a chrysalis of ice and snow. Somehow, he had regained feeling in his body, the first things he noticed was his body felt stiff and cold. But if he focused, he could force himself to move, his fingers cracking at the slightest twitch left him with a massive sense of relief.Trepidatiously, he began to try and push himself up and out of the snow. His body felt so heavy, but the snow gave way surprisingly easy, revealing the snowy expanse. ‘I must have passed out for a moment.’ He thought, though the snow around him seemed quite deep.It was strange, he was cold but not uncomfortable because of it, it was more that the snow and ice packed on him was so heavy. However, he wasn’t planning to look a gift horse in the mouth: his body had miraculously rallied, and the wind was now tepid and peaceful. He could try to find Paul, hopefully he had fared better than him.With that, his stride began once again, the snow feeling almost weightless as his legs pushed through it. He could hear the ice stuck to his boots crunching with each step, while the hard leather withered and frayed from the frost until they were completely gone, replaced by a pair of thick sandals with wedges made of glassy ice. The snow tickled his feet that looked smaller and delicate as if shrunken by the cold. The sensation was pleasant enough that Saul preferred to not question why as he continued his search.The dull thuds of his sandals told him he had gotten to the harder stone sediments near the peak of the mountain. Not many plants could reach here, aside from the bushy weed that had defiantly breached the surface. The sparseness of the woods made the blanket of snow here seem to glow or sparkle as patches of starlight peaked through the clouds. This place felt tranquil, a quiet stillness after banishing all of the creatures from its domain.His pants began to tear from the ice, bits and pieces flaking away revealing a loose silvery skirt with a slit down his side, the hem reflecting the faint light as it bent to resemble an aurora. His legs looked thin and pale, made more for strolling than hiking and climbing. The light breeze made his smooth legs feel all tingly, and his new skirt hugged his curvaceous waist tightly. Underneath, his member had been replaced with a fresh slit and covered with a white tie side panties. Again, Saul noticed something off, reaching back to get a handful of his bubble butt caused him to let out a reflexive chirp of pleasure, something he was a bit embarrassed about given the current situation.His voice was the only sound he could hear, it now a high whistle after the ice had polished the inside of his throat to a falsetto chime. It was clear his body was different, changing, but he couldn’t bring himself to worry about it. The fear of freezing to death had eclipsed all other anxieties and now that it was absent, the only things he could bring himself to care about was rescuing Paul and the unseen beauty of this snowy wonderland. The cold, despite how frightening it was, was also remarkably skilled at preserving things: he had lived here for so long, and yet nature had resisted any sort of change he had initiated during his stay… and now his body was also starting to match that resistance.He continued on, the picturesque scenery being the perfect indication that Paul was not there. Taking a hard left, Solomon began to patrol the perimeter of the mountain, believing that perhaps he had taken a wrong turn when the storm was at its peak. The more the scenery changed, the more it stayed the same: beautiful, untouched, and cold. However, as he continued to walk, he noticed a light coming from the ground. In the relative darkness, it was like a beacon, a visual scream demanding attention. It was a flashlight, too small to be the one he had forgotten awhile back, so it must have been Paul’s. He had to be close.He quickly started to twist his body around, turning to check the area as best he could. The snow on his jacket began to slough off, along with the jacket itself, revealing a pale blue tank top that showed off his small midriff. The thin string straps barely holding an avalanche of cleavage from spilling out. His itty-bitty shoulders were covered by a loose-fitting long-sleeved silver robe, about as thin as the tank top with an even smaller amount of cloth to cover his abs thanks to his ample bust. Ironically, the ice and bulky jackets he had molted off were almost lighter than his new assets, nearly throwing him off balance as he reached for the flashlight.Despite being smaller than his own flashlight, the long black torch was still bigger in his hands, where he noticed the tips of his fingers were a light blueish purple, like the color of a warm-blooded animal had been almost inverted. He worried about his slender arms, not out of a sense of loss but out of concern that he might not be able to carry Paul back to his house at this point. Saul fiddled with the flashlight for a moment before casting its gaze around, looking for any tracks or signs of the burly man.There was no clear indication of anything, and yet, something in the back of his head kept on telling that surely he would be over there: a little ways down near a phalanx of trees. He couldn’t explain it, it was like a sort of sixth sense, something both natural and supernatural at the same time. That feeling pulled him forward with gusto until he discovered in between the standing trees was the shivering body of Paul.The fact his body was moving at all was a wonderful sign to him as he moved for his thermos and to jostle him awake. A smile of relief cracked the icy mask that had stitched itself to his face, shattering to reveal the face of a lovely younger woman. Clear and pale, her cheeks flushed with that light blueish purple and her lips turned a deep sapphire. Her eyes were a pale moon yellow with large black plates in their center. A long, smooth whip of black hair unfurled down her back, decorated with small patterns of snowflakes resembling the first snow of a night sky. She looked about as young as when she first arrived on this mountain though clearly now, she was completely and utterly a woman. Not much of a Solomon anymore, more of a… Shula.Shula pulled up Paul as best she could, slapping his cheek a couple times, he wasn’t as cold as her, but he was getting close. Quickly, she went to open the thermos, the hot steam from the soup grazing her face. It had been so long since she had felt heat that it was practically unrecognizable. Not uncomfortable but definitely not as comforting as it once was. Paul stirred awake, a little listless, his body trying to conserve energy like a bear trying to hibernate. A more vigorous slap finally managed to get his mouth moving.“Ow! W-what? …Julie?” His half-alert mind managed to say before having the soup shoved down his throat.“Julie is at my house watching the dogs. Just drink. Warm yourself up before you try and move.” She commanded kneeling beside him.Paul did as he was told, eagerly drinking the soup in single swig before beginning the process of brushing off the snow that had managed to find its way onto him. “Thanks. Um… are you okay like that?” he asked, gesturing to her obvious attire.Shula blinked a couple times before answering, “Surprisingly, yes. So, let’s get back to the house before you freeze, or the weather decides to change its mind about letting us off easy.” She waved for him to follow, which he did without question.The snow almost seemed to part in deference before Shula, and her stride felt relaxed and in control as she stepped down. The walk down was uneventful almost to the point of absurdity, though she imagined Paul still thought it was as harrowing as ever considering there was still a chance he could freeze.But the house was still there to greet them, Paul broke into a sprint once they were close enough, barging in and spooking her dogs and his wife in the process. The house became incredibly noisy for a few brief moments as Paul and Julie embraced while the dogs wanted to play. Shula’s intrusion into her own home was met by the delighted tackles of all her dogs at the exceptionally cold lady. Lucy most of all had regained a level of vigor not seen since she was a pup, lapping at the face of her master.The house was warm, very briefly a little too warm for Shula at points, now she understood why the Samoyeds liked to gravitate to the cooler spots. But she was so relieved that everything had turned out (mostly) okay.However, as quickly as they arrived, the house fell to silence, as the couple, the dogs, and the lady of the house all fell asleep. The next morning, Paul and Julie thanked Shula for saving them, doing poorly to sidestep the sudden change in their host. She didn’t mind, offering a grumble about having to change some legal documents in order to lighten the mood. The two continued their stay, surprisingly, but seldom went outside, understandably. Shula didn’t mind, her walks around her mountain had grown longer since her transformation, to the bemusement of her dogs.Shula’s tenure on the mountain continued in much more peace, as she gained a new appreciation and love for the cold, with little choice in that respect. And all who visited would report of the stunning beauty who could survive the harshest winters and her manor of cold loving pups.
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