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Dusk had settled in over the small town, and the sound of laughter and merriment from the recent snows that had come down and blanketed the entire area had died down as everyone went in to warm up and avoid the chillier night air. It wasn’t long before the parks and playgrounds that had been full were empty, devoid of life like no one had even been there. But as a pair of ice-blue eyes suddenly opened from beneath a large snowbank, one creature was still more than content to play around. The snow lion popped their body out from where they had been buried and shook the snow from the green wreath-like fur of their mane as their icy eyes sparkled in the moonlight.

As the creature that called himself Sleeter walked out into the path, they found they were not tired from the day’s activities, nor did the outside temperature bother them. The snow lion found themselves rather fond of it, and as the ice claws of feline creature tapped against the ground, the only thing that saddened them was that no one else was around. As their hands ran down the snow that comprised their body, they felt they could change back… but switching back was no fun, not when there was so much snow around that they could be a part of! But even as they had lurked in the snowbanks, those who passed by said that they had to go in because it was far too cold for them to continue to be out, which did make sense to them since they were mainly made of snow and thus were also cold… which meant that they weren’t affected.

So that just meant they needed another winter friend!

Meanwhile, on a nearby street, someone else was walking down along the park, but this dragon was merely cutting through while on his way home from work. Even with his winter jacket pressed against his red scales, it was hard to keep out the cold and made him wish he had his car. Unfortunately, when he woke up that morning, he found himself wholly snowed in, which meant spending several hours digging himself out or taking the fifteen-minute walk to get to his job. During the day, it had been an easy choice with the sun shining and the lack of wind, but with the night bringing down the wind chill, it suddenly became the worst mistake he could have made.

“That damn plow better be there tomorrow, or else someone is getting a call,” the dragon said as he made his way along the park path, which, thankfully, someone had cut through the snow to keep it clean. He had been amazed by how much they had gotten as he looked to see that it was nearly up to his knee, but as he looked at that, he suddenly found himself slipping before he stumbled backward. As he looked down, he saw that there were puddles of ice that suddenly lined the path; the only parts that were free of ice were small patches that dotted the walkway.

“I would stick along the dry parts if I were you,” a voice said suddenly, causing the dragon to jump again, though when he looked around, he didn’t see anyone. “Have fun!”

“Hey, who’s out there!” the dragon shouted as he pulled down his hood, though that only served to make his head cold; his eyes scanned the park only to see disturbances in the snow where people had been playing around and a few snow creatures that had been made. “Man, if someone intentionally flooded this sidewalk, there will be hell to pay! I don’t care if I do twist my leg; I will chase you down and bury you in a snow bank!”

When the dragon didn’t hear or see anything else, he just shook his head, only to hear a chuckle that once more put him on guard. Did someone slip a speaker into the area without him noticing? The dragon just shook his head and decided to keep his boots on the ice without lifting them, figuring it was better to slide around and keep his feet on the ground, then try to jump from spot to spot and potentially fly up in the air to land on his head. As he started to put his foot against the ice, though, he suddenly felt a chill go up his foot, and when he pulled back, he could no longer move his toes.

It was a bizarre enough sensation that he had to stop and pull his boots off despite how cold it was, and when he finally got the boot unlaced and slid off his foot, his eyes widened at what he saw. “No… no way…” the dragon said as he found himself blinking several times, but yet every time he did, he saw that on the end of the red scales of his foot, there was a set of toes that were a solid white. Though he was scared to touch them eventually, he gently pressed a finger against it and found that it felt like he was touching hard-packed snow.

“You mean snow way!” the voice called out, prompting the dragon to look up angrily, only to be shocked when he saw what he thought was one of the snowmen created during the day had moved up towards him. “And yes, that is snow.”

“Nope, this can’t be real,” the dragon said as he tried to put his sock back on, only for it to feel strange enough on his feet that he had to pull it back off. When he did, he found that they were still there, though they looked smaller than they had before. “What’s happening?”

“Here, let me help you with that,” Sleeter said as they took a snowball and tossed it at their foot; only as the snow coated the upper part of it, he watched the covered scales morphed to match his toes. “Whoops, overdid it! At least most of your foot won’t get cold anymore, and considering snow melts when it gets warm, you probably don’t want to bundle it up unless you want to lose your balance.”

The dragon growled and stood up to confront the strange creature, only to see him step back onto the surface of the snow without sinking an inch. Even though he believed that he was under some sort of hallucination, it appeared that this creature had some kind of control over the snow, which made him weary of stepping into it and transforming himself even further as he found that he could still not wiggle the affected toes on the foot that looked like snow. The lion seemed to sense his realization and stuck out their tongue, red and white striped like a candy cane. When he thought about potentially going backward and taking the long way around, he suddenly looked at a wall of snow blocking his path, which was somehow even taller than the surrounding drifts.

“I think I would hurry if I were you,” Sleeter said with a grin as they pointed up. “I think we’re supposed to be getting a few more inches. What’s your name, by the way?”

Though the dragon didn’t feel much like talking as he tried to size up his first jump, this creature already showed just how much power he seemed to have and narrowed his gaze at them. “Paul,” the dragon replied, then jumped forward and landed on the dry patch with his boot as he breathed a sigh of relief. Though it was only the first one, it gave him the confidence to keep going. However, with his partially scaled foot exposed, he shivered as he wondered how much weight he could put on it.

It turned out not to be a lot as he landed his other foot on the patch and felt himself immediately begin to lose his balance. Though he quickly got his other leg underneath him, he still fell instead of losing more of his legs, he positioned himself to fall forward instead. He twisted his body and braced himself on the nearby snowbank that lined the path, and as he did, he immediately felt like something was wrong when he sank up to his wrists. When he pulled his hands out, he found that they were frozen with his fingers curled slightly like he was about to grab something, and as Sleeter moved towards Paul again, they gave him a grin and pulled off his gloves to reveal his hands that looked like they had been sculpted out of pure snow just like his foot!

“This isn’t fair,” Paul said as he tried to point at Sleeter, only to have his entire hand do it instead. “There’s snow everywhere, and you already froze my foot! How am I supposed to make these jumps if you’re handicapping me like this?”

“Hey, I told you the rules of the game where you first got here,” Sleeter replied as they put their hands against their hips. “Are you calling me a cheater?”

“No!” Paul replied as he waved his hands in the air as the snow lion glared at him, only for their face to get a smile once more immediately.

“Good, then you should keep going,” Sleeter replied. “I think it’s starting to get colder, and you don’t have a boot on.”

The dragon frowned at that but shook his head, knowing that standing there talking was leeching the heat from his body that hadn’t been transformed yet. As he looked to the next spot, it was much further away than the other two, and he would have to hop there on one foot. Or… as he looked at the already affected one, he could just use that one to slide there. It was already transformed, the dragon thought to himself, so it being on the ice more wouldn’t matter, and he would still have one good leg left.

Paul put his theory to the test and set his foot down before pushing off, but as he used it to slide the short distance before he set his good one down on the other side, he knew instantly he had made a mistake. By the time he got to the other side, the sensation that he felt in his toes had gone up his leg, and as he could feel it already melting in his snow pants, he had no choice but to take them off. It was tough going and involved him having to take off his other boot as well, but about a few minutes later, he was in his boxers on a snowy park path. Once he got his pants off, he gasped in shock as he saw that he looked like some sort of snow sculpture on one of his legs from the knee down, which had also completely locked it into place.

As he heard the snow lion giggling, the dragon looked up and saw them standing there. “Looking good!” Sleeter said. “You know, you could just hop in a snowbank and join me, then we could have a lot of fun!”

“Pass,” Paul replied, his lips slightly smirking as he glanced at the lion while lining up for his next jump. “Hey, shouldn’t lions have yellow fur? I think I will make that happen when I beat your stupid game.”

The dragon used one good foot to jump forward, and even with the leg putting him off balance, he could get there and steady himself. As he lifted his arms in the air, he suddenly saw something streaking at him until a snowball hit him right in the groin, causing his eyes to cross as the momentary shot of pain was replaced with horror at what had just happened. “That’s for being rude,” Sleeter said as he crossed his arms.

“You… you didn’t just do… what I think you just did…” Paul said as he looked down, knowing what had happened before he had to look. Since it would have been too hard for him to pull off his boxers at this stage in the game, he pushed his arms into the waistband as best he could and tore the cheap fabric off. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“Guess you can’t make good on your threat after all,” Sleeter said as they watched the dragon press his fingers against his frozen snow cock, his body shivering as he tried to grab it with his hands only to get the feeling of snow rubbing on snow as he found his scaly sack had also been transformed. “A couple of snowballs for a snowball, I’d call that a good deal.”

“I’ll kill you!” Paul shouted as he started to lunge for the snow lion that had gone near him, though, at that moment, he had forgotten what he was doing, and before he could stop himself, his momentum sent him forward. With one of his legs already frozen, he had to use his good foot to stop himself from plunging into the snow. Still, in doing so, he stepped on the ice with his bare scaled foot and immediately felt the chill that had permeated through the rest of his body immediately creep up and change it. It had spread quickly, and as he felt his ankle lock up, it caused his body to balance itself on his foot, which was when his other leg resumed its transformation.

“Ohhh, looks like you lost,” Sleeter said as the dragon watched in shock as his entire lower body became frozen snow, quickly cascading up his already frozen groin and causing him to pull off his jacket as best he could when it started to travel up his chest. “It’s alright, though, full confession: I intentionally made it hard to have someone to play with for the rest of the night. Of course, while you are changing because of my enchanted snow, you are not made of the same stuff, which means you will just be a dragon snow statue.”

Paul’s jaw dropped in shock from what the snow lion was saying and because he was watching the magic snow crystallize over and assimilate his chest scales, leaving a perfectly sculpted snow replica in his place… a very naked snow replica that looked exactly like him. “Hey, you can’t leave me like this!” Paul said as he held out his arms to Sleeter, only to feel them freeze in place as the snow reached his shoulders. “Anyone can see me out here. You have to hide me at least or something!”

“Pffft, no way,” Sleeter replied, though as he watched the dragon try to move his neck even as it became stiff, the snow lion laid on his side and traced a line in the snow. “However… If you want, we can play more games together, which would require you to move. If you think that’s better than someone possibly passing by and seeing you like this, I could agree.”

“So, we just need to play some games for the night?” Paul asked, though his jaw started to get stiff as he felt the chill creep up the back of his neck.

“Yep,” Sleeter said, their hands sliding down their body until they reached between their legs. “Any game I want.”

The dragon’s eyes widened slightly as he saw the snow lion lick their lips lustfully, but as he felt the snow creep over his lower jaw, he knew he didn’t have time to ask any more questions. “Sure, why not,” Paul said, though he felt his tongue and mouth freezing as he tried to make out the words. “Didn’t have anythingh betta ta do tonghth… angy…”

The last words of the dragon came out as a garbled mess, but Sleeter knew what the dragon meant as they watched the snow cover his eyes just as they rolled back into his head. As the enchantment covered the last of his red scales, the snow lion slid down the snowbank and stood before their new friend, rubbing his hands up and down the dragon's chest. Even though he was petrified entirely, he could still feel what the lion was doing to him, especially when it came to his groin, as he rubbed his hands along the length of his rather sizable member. Though it didn’t even twitch, Sleeter knew that the dragon was in the throes of pleasure from it, and it also gave them an idea as they went in front of Paul once more and gathered up a handful of snow.

As Paul watched the snow lion, he thought at first that they were about to hit him with another snowball, but as he watched, he was surprised when they took the snow and pushed it up against his cock. If his body could move, it would have as he felt the pleasure from his shaft being rubbed, though thankfully, the cold that no doubt would have accompanied it was not there as the Sleeter continued to pack the snow. After a few more strokes, the snow lion pulled the snow off him, and the dragon saw that he had essentially a cast of his cock. But as he continued to watch Sleeter, he let out a mental gasp as the frozen feline took it and pressed the base of it against his groin, and as soon as he smoothed out where they connected, he saw it twitch to life!

When he found himself about to be fucked by a bigger version of his cock Paul didn’t know what to do, but since his body was wholly frozen anywhere, there was nothing that could be done except mentally brace himself for the bizarre act that was about to happen next. With his mouth stuck in a half-open gasp, he knew he wasn’t panting, but it felt like he was as Sleeter came up behind him and began to push the tip of it inside his exposed tailhole. He hadn’t even realized that his tail had transformed to snow while flipping upwards, but that just made it easier to slide inside, and with muscle replaced with a much softer substance, the surprisingly firm member could penetrate inside of him quite easily.

Not how he thought his night would go, Paul thought to himself as the pleasure cascaded through his body unimpeded. As the snow lion gyrated their hips back and forth and pushed their own ridged length into them, he could also start to feel other things happening to their body, namely that the feet of the lion that were pressing against his own had begun to form around them. For a brief moment, the dragon thought that perhaps, with all the pleasure, Sleeter was starting to lose their consistency, but with him just able to watch through his petrified gaze, he saw the opposite happening. His own draconic feet were absorbed into the snow of the lion's paws, and for a brief moment, they were an amorphous blob before they reformed back into Sleeter’s feet, though they were much more considerable as he felt a hand go down his chest and start to stroke his cock.

The snow creature grinned as they could feel themselves merging with the dragon, sharing their power with him so that he could start to move again while also flooding his system with pleasure. It would take a while for the magic to transfer, though, and Paul had been adamant not to be seen, so the snow lion decided that since he was such a good sport about the whole thing at the end, they would help them out. Plus, they could think of no better place to hide him than in their own body, and as they thrust the cock in the shape of the dragon deeper into him, they began to merge their hips and chest. Even as Sleeter took over more and more of Paul’s body, one thing was constant: the dragon would feel the ridged member still deep inside his tailhole even as they became one.

With Paul still completely petrified, it was easy for Sleeter to take over, the lion’s snowy form flowing over the dragon until they had completely subsumed it. The last of it was their head, and they grinned as they stretched open their leonine jaws over the dragon’s head and completely engulfed it, bringing his jaws down on top and still having the dragon’s muzzle sticking out of their maw briefly before taking that as well. When they were done, Paul found that they could move again, but they weren’t the ones in control, as Sleeter examined them. When the dragon made a mental fuss about it, the snow lion told him to relax, that they weren’t counting this as allowing them to move again… unless they wanted to keep pushing things.

A smile crossed Sleeter’s mouth as they rubbed against their bigger chest, sliding down the shared stomach before stroking the smaller version of the cock they had used on Paul. It sent shivers down their body as they wrapped their fingers around it since they could feel the one that was still technically inside both of them while also playing with this one. As they licked their lips, they knew that they would have a lot of fun together. When Sleeter found themselves fully able to move again, they turned to see that there was one aspect of the dragon they couldn’t entirely hide, chuckling as their thick tail swayed back and forth in the air while they went to pick up the stuff that had been left behind at Paul’s insistence. Once Sleeter had gathered everything, the merged snow lion dove back into the nearest drift and disappeared out of sight.

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A few hours later, the snow lion carefully made his way through the nearby field, carefully looking around as the fading moonlight overhead glinted off the white surface that stretched before them. “I know you’re around here somewhere,” Sleeter said as those icy eyes scanned every inch of the field, looking around for any potential signs of the dragon they were looking for. “You can’t hide from me forever…”

Very slowly, the frozen feline went over to where they saw something near a large tree in a shallow valley, a dragon-like shape that caused Sleeter to grin. After all this searching, they got him, they thought to themselves as they hopped gracefully over the surface of the snow toward it. As soon as they got close, they picked up a snowball and hurled it as fast as they could toward the creature they believed to be the one they were looking for. As it made contact, the snow lion skidded to a stop and brought their hands up in the air in victory, only to see that it wasn’t the dragon at all and instead was a mound of snow sculpted to look like a dragon head with its tongue sticking out.

In the very next section, Sleeter saw a glimpse of something before it hit them right in the groin, the snow lion looking down at the bulge that had been created before putting their hands on their hips and looking at the shadow of the tree. “Looks like I won this time,” the snow dragon said with a big grin as the moon glinted off his icy blue eyes while he walked on the snow towards them. “That’s also the second time I got you from the shadows.”

“First time from a decoy, though,” Sleeter said, pointing out the snow pile before they were pounced upon and pushed into the snow by the creature of a similar substance on top of them. “Alright, alright, you win, I get it. So, I guess that means you’ll claim your prize, Squall?”

“You know it,” the dragon replied, sticking out his tongue as the snow lion used the name he had picked out while he started rolling up a ball of snow. “You really like calling me that, you know.”

“I think it’s a perfect name,” Sleeter stated with a shrug. “Very manly and graceful, like a deer. So what are you going to do to me this time?”

“You’ll see,” Squall said. “Or rather, you’re not. Turn around and close your eyes, and don’t peek this time, or I’ll start calling you Sleeter the cheater.”

Sleeter just stuck out his candy cane tongue before closing his eyes, hearing the dragon whistling to himself as he did something. Even though the snow lion had snagged him somewhat late in the night, the dragon found himself rather enjoying his new body, especially when he found out that the snow he was made of could affect regular snow and other creatures. After their first game together, they agreed that the winner of the next one could affect the loser however they wished until it was time to play another one. At first, when the dragon won, it was just sex, but as time went on, he found that Squall was getting more and more creative with how they used their powers.

A few minutes passed, and Sleeter was about to ask if anything would happen, but they suddenly found themselves bent over as a pair of hands grabbed them by the wrists and pulled them down. At first, the snow lion wasn’t sure what Squall had been doing all that time before they also felt a pair of hands running down their back and a ridged cock that slid up between their cheeks, but also one that was rubbing up against their muzzle. When Sleeter was told to open their eyes, they looked up and gasped. They saw two muscular snow dragons staring down at them, though one only had icy eyes while the other had a blank face that was vaguely dragon-shaped. While their faces were different, one thing that wasn’t was their cocks, both of them a bit bigger than the lion had remembered as one was guided into their mouths.

“I hope you like my snow golem,” Squall said as Sleeter suddenly found themselves with a mouth full of snow dragon cock that quickly slid down into their throat. “Can’t do much, but I can feel what he feels, which is your mouth wrapped around it. I couldn’t decide which end of you to use this time, so I decided to go for both.”

Sleeter tried to say something about wanting to see if Squall could give himself a snow job instead of a blow job, but their mouth was already stretched full, feeling their nose pushing against the groin of the fake snow dragon while the real one began to move into their tailhole. Just like with their maw, it didn’t take much for him to push in all the way, and once he had gotten to the hilt, he started to thrust in equal, measured thrusts. With their maw and tailhole, both stretched, there was little that Sleeter could do but enjoy the ride, though as Squall continued to pound into their snowy rear, it started to smush their head up against the dragon golem even more. When they tried to look back and say that they were getting pushed inside, the ridged member that was inside them kept them pinned between the two, and as they saw Squall looking down at them, there was a grin on his muzzle that made the snow lion’s eyes widen slightly.

As Sleeter reached up to grab the hips of the snow golem, Squall continued to push forward, watching as the head of the snow lion started to push inside the hips of his creation. Ever since the feline had enveloped his body, he wanted to try and do the same… but not in the same way, just petrifying him and taking control. He figured this might be a fun solution, and the look on the other man’s face was priceless as their head pushed up into the other dragon’s groin. With their head lodged fully inside, Squall took his time to go the rest of the way, massaging the bulge that had been created when he threw the snowball at the snow lion’s groin as their neck and shoulders sank inside as well.

“Oh, also, I made that golem so that it doesn’t understand internal commands,” Squall said as he could see the outline of the snow lion’s face traveling upwards while the rest of their body was sucked into the trap he had created. “So when you’re inside, you’re essentially petrified in there, but luckily, I seem to have control out here instead.”

As Sleeter felt their head slide into the drone snow dragon and found themselves unable to see, they had to admit that Squall got them on this one; they did not see it coming. With the last of the snow lion disappearing into the creature, the dragon shifted around and began to take them from the other side, and since they had no control, all they could do was feel the thick snow cock inside of them and the movement that Squall gave for them. But there would be another game soon, Sleeter thought as they found their cock inside the drone dragon and mentally moaned as it was stroked, and they were definitely going to remember this move.