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Mei ran through the flurries, following the remnants of footprints left behind by the large beast. She was armed with a thickly packed snowball, the type that in her youth would have set other kids crying to their mothers. Her target this time had thick, leathery flesh and bushy fur that meant that only a snowball of this caliber would register an impact.

She was kicking the snow up behind while she ran down the slick hill after catching what may have been her quarry outside the corner of her eye.

The further down she got the more her run became a slide. The gorilla came into view. With Christmas just a couple days behind him he was less a Gorilla and more a Yeti. He was dressed in white fur and large teeth that were more inviting than they were fearsome. Just a costume whipped up to get more into the Holiday spirit. The Yeti saw the snowball wielding hunter came into range and jumped, launching his body back up the hill, figuring his would be hunter would struggle with the steep slope.

“No fair using the jump pack,” she said, dropping her snowball and raising her endothermic blaster. If the Gorilla was going to break the rules then it was only fair for her to use her weapon to block his path. The animal didn’t have another jump in him, and he knew that she had another wall in her. She’d just block him again if he went around.

Instead, he turned around and ran at her fast as he could. He could easily tag her out before she had time to pack another snowball. He had the speed on the short chubby human, not to mention the musculature. She had less than ten seconds to arm herself with a ball of tightly packed snow. Within seconds he knew he would be able to tag the would-be Yeti Hunter.

Instead, he fell, flipping over his own body, before crashing into hers. The two tumbled for a bit together, unable to tell the snow on the ground from the flurries that were slowly building into a blizzard. After three tumbles and a slide off another steep incline, she was on top of him. He chuckled a little bit, and she smiled. Then, she grabbed a loose tuft of snow and threw it in the costumed gorilla's face.

“I win!” she said, laughing.

“If I recall, you told me that the game ends when you hit me with a snowball, or when I tag you. Evidently you forgot that I made contact.”

“Falling over doesn’t count,” she said, nervously scoping the landscape through her goggles.

"Then we will call it a draw,” he said, gently moving the woman off his chest. He stood up expecting to see a steep set of hills but found only the fury of the snow storm. Mei looked in the other direction, removing the tinted goggles before turning around.

“Winston,” she said, “I don’t like this storm.”

“Your professional opinion?”

“Common sense.”

“We won’t be able to find our way back in this storm,” Winston said, “We should find some shelter and wait it out.”

“Perhaps I can send Snowball to find Lena and the rest,” Mei added, “Let them know where we are.”

The little droid flew out from behind her back. It spun around a few times before finding a resting place just in front of her face. She grabbed the machine and pulled the back plate off to reveal a very simple numerical keypad. She hit a few buttons before engaging its homing functions. She waved to it as it disappeared in the snow, concerned for its safety as though it were any other friend of hers.

“Mei?”

“Right,” She said, grabbing her blaster. It took in the cold air and snow around it and converted it into thick walls of ice. She turns around in a semicircle to create and ice sphere to protect her and her friend from the elements.

Winston, meanwhile, was hard at work digging through into the snow to find them some solid ground to sit on and sleep on if necessary. With shelter taken care of, he moved on to their next priority- a source of heat. He studied the configuration of his Tesla canon before pulling a few wires right out of it. Then he made a quick adjustment to the output before shoving the butt end in the ground. Mei immediately caught on and froze it in place. Within seconds, it discharged, creating a small purple orb that radiated a great deal of heat.

“I don’t think I have to explain to you why touching that would be a bad idea.”

"Without Snowball, I have no way of figuring out how long this storm will last," Mei confessed.

“Perhaps a guess, then?”

“Storms like this come and go in these mountains. We might be looking at a few hours.”

“And then nightfall,” Winston reminded her.

“I’ve had to sleep in colder places than this for much longer,” she said, propping her back up against the ice wall. She pulled off the feather-topped hood of her suit and threw her goggles to the side. She reached into her pocket, unfolded her glasses, and decided it was time to look more like herself.

“It was a fun game,” Winston said, “Thank you for convincing me to come out.”

“I hoped it ended with us sitting by a fire. This is not what I had in mind,” she said with a faint smile. The purple glow of electronic fire reflected off their faces. The crackling made Winston’s fur sparkle between white and purple as he found his place sitting next to his friend.

“Had I known I wouldn’t have left my marshmallows at the Watchpoint.”

Mei reached for his hand. He gladly gave it to her in a gesture of friendship and camaraderie. Mei fixated on the sparking electric orb that provided their warmth. She tried to predict where every little spark would fly out. She assigned each little one shape that only somebody with her imagination could see. Winston had such imagination, though he was more impressed by how he’d managed to jury-rig his weapon into a heat source.

“Perhaps you can put this adventure into your journal,” Winston said, “Something that we can laugh about in the future.”

The small human leaned against her bestial companion. His body was toned but had enough give to cushion her head while she attempted to get a few minutes rest. She shook her head. A slight bend of her elbow and she was able to pull his hand over to her inner thigh. She pulled her hand back so she could feel his entire palm on her.

“Mei,” he mumbled, “I’m guessing when we went out, you knew Lena was going to come down with a cold, didn’t you?”

“It was her idea,” Mei confessed, “Down to the costumes. The snow storm wasn’t part of it.”

"I would hope not," Winston said with a bit of irritation. This was the type of plan that only a best friend could come up with. Lena Oxton had a way of butting into his personal life. If he showed even the slightest professional interest in anyone she would try to fix them up. She wasn't subtle about it either. She would ask those obviously pointed questions to the two of them and act as though she was getting away with something.

And, as far as Winston was concerned, all of those interests were professional. He dismissed most sexual attraction altogether, fearing that he was caught between worlds as an animal who was far too human. He reminded himself of the taboos before allowing himself to have any romantic inkling, let alone physical attraction.

“I can’t believe she convinced me to go along with it,” Mei added, “But I couldn’t wait to see you in your costume!”

“I figured a love letter or a note I read while you stood there with red cheeks would be more your style,” he added.

“So you’ve thought about it?”

“No, I just think that’s more fitting for you.”

“More fitting than a snowball fight?”

“It just seems that with you things are easy to say so when it’s too difficult for you to tell somebody you would prefer to write it down.”

“It just seemed like more fun,” she said as she began to drift into a partially sleep like state, “But it doesn’t sound like you’re interested. We can forget this whole thing.”

“Mei,” he said turning serious, “I didn’t mean to give off that impression. I’ve never even considered it before.”

She didn’t hear him. She slid down his arm and found a bit of padding on his leg to help take her the rest of the way to dreamland.

She awoke some hours later with her gloves rolled up into pillows. The Gorilla was looking out the small semi-circle doorway and at to the sky. He was standing hunched over with his shoulder against the wall. He had taken off the large jaw pieces and some of the smaller prosthetics, no longer matching the Yeti hunter boots Mei had worn for their game. The white fur was died in and would likely remain for a couple days, but the tips had started to come off.

Visibility had returned with snow drifting down in flurries. In the distance, there was a crack in the clouds with one star shining in the black sky. Winston was trying to determine

with his naked eye whether it was a star or a satellite. Mei put her hand on his shoulder.

“It is beautiful out there,” Mei said.

“Looks like they’ll be able to send somebody at morning’s light,” Winston said as he used his large arm to hold the girl close to him. He grabbed firmly on her waist. “Mei, I just wanted to tell you.”

“It really is fine,” she said, interrupting him.

“I’ve never considered romance for myself, and I had no idea how to react when it is being flung upon me.”

"Holding me is a good start," the blushing girl said, kissing him on the cheek. She felt his grip getting tighter. He moved his hand, rubbing her belly. Mei undid her coat and he was able to slide his hand in. Only two last layers of clothes were separating his fingers from her flesh. "Now the next step should be to go back in by the fire where it is much warmer."

She returned his hand to him and walked over to the purple fire. She dropped her coat on the ground revealing a brown sweater. She was comfortable with the cold air and the fire provided just enough additional heat. She had to signal her companion to join her in sitting on her coat. Then he put his arm around her again, but this time slid his fingers underneath the sweater and the undershirt so that he could feel her warm skin on his fingertips.

She grabbed his hand and guided it up her chubby belly and rested it on her breast. The gorilla turned his body to adjust his hold. He saw an expression on her face that could only be described as ‘comfortable'. He rubbed the top of her breast with his thumb and gripped the bulb through her bra . He slid his other hand up the back of her top and made quick work of the hooks.

Mei gently shoved her partner away so that she could remove her top. Then she pulled off the bra. Her large breasts just about rolled out of them. Winston leaned over the exposed body, laying her into the snow, keeping her fleshy body warm with his fur. He kissed her first on the cheek and then the lips. He grabbed her right bulb and kept one finger on her nipple, holding it just close enough that it would graze against it whenever he moved. He scooted his body down, stretched out his tongue, and ran it from the underside of her breast all the way up to the nipple on the left side.

The moment his tongue left contact he surrounded the perky brown nipple with his lips and began to suck.She ran her hand through the fur on the back of his head, petting the animal before pushing his head into her. He understood that she was looking for a bit more pressure on his body, so on her right nipple he switched to a pinch. He added some teeth to the left, judging the amount of pressure needed by the sound and frequency of her moans. He sometimes took the teeth off altogether and sucked and pulled her nipple back. Then he let the bulb drop and run the length of his long tongue on it.

He moved his head over to the other breast. He ran his hand over the other breast, down her belly, and slid it into her paint waist. He guided his way through her hair and down to her slit. The heat that radiated off of her was enough to dampen the fur on his fingers. He bent his index finger and middle finger to tease the entry way.

Despite the snow and cold air, Mei was sweating bullets. She twisted underneath the gorilla, digging herself deeper in the snow. She stretched one leg to the side and bent the other knee up. She grabbed a tuft of fur from his back and squeezed in an uncontrollable reflex as his mouth sent a ripple of pleasure through her body. She cried out his name and he slipped a fingertip inside of her.

With a couple twist scoots of her body she drove it deeper inside of her, where it spun against her inner walls. The base of the finger massaged the clit. He pushed in and out running along the open slit. He could smell her excitement piercing through the cold. Driven by her smell, he pulled his finger out and scooted his body down. Guided by the intense, delightful smell he found he was between her legs. He penetrated her with his tongue.

The taste was not quite sweet, and there was a slightly metallic and salty taste to it. He tilted his head up and dragged his tongue up to the clit. He flicked it with his tongue before spinning around it. Mei gripp ed in into the snow while her left leg kicked and jerked before falling flat on the ground. Her other leg bent up over Winston’s head. She squeezed his head against her crotch. He wrapped his lips best he could around the clit and began to suck. Her leg pulled him back down and he began to lose track of his geography but was confident she would show him just where she needed him to go.

Mei’s arm jerked up and bashed right back down into the snow. The other hand had found the dirt several inches blow the cold white powder. Each stroke of his tongue forced more contractions. She released some of the tension on the back of his head, trying to get just the right amount of pressure. The ‘right’ amount changed frequently as she came closer to orgasm.

Trips up and down Mei's sex glazed Winston's lips and nose. He didn't realize how much until he came up for air and the moisture crystallized with exposure to cold air. He wiped it from his nose and leaned in for another taste. Mei cut him off with her foot.

“I’m ready,” she said.

Winston did not immediately understand what she meant by that. Mei was more than amused by the dumbstruck expression on his face while he tried to wrap his head around what she meant. Winston was as intelligent as he was cultured. He was also very charming, friendly, and outgoing. He matched wits with the top minds of planet Earth but this was where he started drawing blanks. Mei found this imperfection both very humanizing and quite adorable.

“Up here,” she said guiding his and to her shoulder. She spread her legs and pointed her knees up in forty degree angles hoping that he would figure out the rest. He ran his member along the folds, holding the base of his shaft as he pushed the head in. Once he was in he put he grabbed onto her other shoulder. He started off gently, bobbing in and out slowly, keeping to the first few inches. Every time he gave her another half an inch and she admired every single bit with a pant or moan. She wanted more so she thrust her pelvis up. The rest of it slid right in.

The faster and deeper he thrust in, the harder the grip on her shoulders became. He was giving them quite a squeeze, breaking capillaries, but she gave no indication she was in pain. Mei didn’t feel anything of the sort. His hands on her body made her feel secure. His fur on her skin made her feel warm. With him deep inside of her pressure was quickly building. With her heart racing as it was, her breath was becoming short.

For Winston, Mei’s body was warm and inviting. He never considered just how it would feel, but he doubted he would have figured it felt like this. It was wet and loose from arousal. His package was on the thicker side and it pressed against the sides. Every push was like a warm massage taking him closer and closer to release. He could see the same craving for release in her eyes. He sucked his lips in and slowed his body down. He wanted some indication that she would reach her peak before him.

“Faster,” she said, shaking her head, “And harder. Make me feel it.”

He complied, keeping himself from going reaching his peak by making minor adjustments as he pounded harder. He tapped into some of his primal, simian strength. Mei’s response was to pinch her nipples with one hand and rub her clit with the other. Her eyes were tightly closed, keeping the little bits of sweat from hurting her eyes. Her glasses were too fogged up for her to see anything through anyway.

Winston was already throbbing and dribbling his bits of excitement when Mei cried out in orgasm. He could feel the change as her contracted body became more limber as during his next few thrusts. Her body seemed almost spent when he finally released. The first bit of his stream was released inside of her. He pulled out and shot the rest out on the snow. Then, he fell to the ground next to her.

“Mei,” he said, “I want to say.”

“It was perfect, Winston,” she said, “We can talk about it after I get some rest.”

Winston woke up with a ray of light poking through the igloo and arm around his lover. She opened her eyes a few seconds after he did, woken by the sound of her little robot whirring around the outside of the dome. That sound was followed immediately by the sound of footsteps running down the steep incline. Mei tumbled a bit in an effort to find her blaster and seal the entryway. Just a few seconds after it was covered there was a knock.

“You in okay there, loves?”

Winston halted his response, waiting for Mei to finish dressing. She got up to her undershirt before giving up and simply draping her coat over her shoulders and carrying her hat under her arm. Winston made his way to the sealed entrance, gave it a punch, and exited to see a blue sky and an old friend waiting for him. Lena took him by the hand and led him out.

“We were quite alright together,” he said.

“I never doubted the two of you for a moment,” Lena said, patting him on the back, “A little snow won’t stop two of the greatest minds on the planet!.

Mei followed Winston out in the clearing and was greeted by her robotic companion. She finished putting on her coat and hat. The igloo, having served its purpose, shattered behind them. Lena broke off her conversation with Winston to greet Mei.

“Getting lost in the storm aside, everything go according to plan?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” she said. While the words were harsh the soft smile gave everything away.

“Well, that’s alright for you, love,” Lena replied, “But me and Winston go way back. He tells me everything.”