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The drive had been long but intimate. The city had been festooned with lights and banners and flags, inflatable lawn ornaments and projectors casting flurries of fluorescent snowflakes across garage doors and wood siding... but that was all behind Ollie now. He'd driven out of town, along the scenic highway, into the foothills and eventually up to the pass. The snow plows had kept the pass clear, though it had left imposing twelve foot tall sheer walls of snow and ice on either side of the road for miles at a time. Eventually, even that was behind him as he left the well traveled path behind and headed higher still.

The tire chains dug into the untrodden snow, taking the old Subaru Outback along paths more often traveled than seen. Ollie's eyes surveyed the virgin powder, excited and cautious at the same time. His cobalt blue eyes checked the road markers sticking up through the snow, his pierced lips pursed in concentration. He knew he was being foolish, he was doing what no one was supposed to, but there was a deeper urge pulling him past his hesitations and bringing him back to the mountain.

Ollie pressed on as far as he could, but the lurching movements of the car indicated that if he were to travel any further, the car might not make it back again. That was a risk he was already facing as it was. The engine was turned off, the lights double checked. Ollie grabbed his polarized sunglasses and pulled them on before he climbed out of the Subaru. The cool, crisp air blasted him at once, catching the strawberry blond hair that spilled out from his blue beanie and draped across his lime green scarf. The wind batted at the teardrop earring dangling from his left ear. His blue Northface jacket resisted the cold, as did his puffy pants.

The snow compacted and crunched beneath Ollie's boots as he made his way to the back of the car and opened the tailgate. He withdrew a backpack of supplies, an avalanche beacon and his snowboard. Snowshoes clicked into place, locking onto his boots. As Ollie pulled his backpack on, he turned to face the mountain. It was amazing how he knew the shape like the back of his hand, and yet it could look different with each season. The old ski slopes had closed down a few years back due to lack of funding, but Ollie still remembered his childhood. He had climbed that mountain more times than he could count and he'd gone down it on innertubes, skis, snowboards and even his butt on more than one occasion.

Somewhere under all that snow was a forgotten, abandoned lodge. The ski lift lines had been taken down to dissuade any from doing anything dangerous, but the towers rose up like monuments. Ollie stood there for a long moment, feeling both as if he had come home, and as if an eternity had passed. He was hours away from any other human. There were no birds singing, no cars traveling. The only sound was the howl of the wind as it hit the mountain and was reshaped by it, twisted and bent around the peak. Ollie could feel it in his veins, veins that he could swear were filled with antifreeze.

With one last gaze of appreciation, Ollie began his journey. The snowshoes made easy work, keeping the twenty year old from sinking deep. He padded his way across what had once been a parking lot before he began his true ascent. A collection of evergreen trees hugged the lower slopes, kept unburied by the wind that funneled down from above. Ollie' sunglasses protected his eyes, though his cheeks looked a little rosy from the exposure.

As beautiful as the mountain was, the weather was amazing as well. A light dusting had been falling across the city as Ollie left, but the drive to the mountain had been sunny and clear. Everything seemed perfect. The redhead made it as far as the bunny slope before he decided to break off a branch from a tree and use it as a walking stick. With the extra support, he pushed up higher and higher, feeling as if he was some sort of nomad venturing into the wilderness - his wilderness.

Ollie thought back to his youth, to his time on the mountain. He'd always earned a bit of envy from the other kids for his daring, but when they'd bundle up and retreat to the lodge, he'd stay out and keep playing... He'd never been drawn to people, never felt comfortable in crowds. He wanted to be in nature, to be a part of nature, to be on his own... Was this adventure the culmination of a lifetime of being a loner? Was he taking such insane risks because he was running to nature, or away from society?

As Ollie ascended, there were fewer and fewer trees to keep him company. The snow became more blinding, though his sunglasses were still up to the challenge at the moment. The climb had been daunting. He wasn't even sure how long he'd been going, but he didn't dare look back... If he turned around, the distance to the bottom would be a disappointment and it would make the ascent seem that much harder. Ollie had to push himself. The stick seemed to dig in deeper and deeper, making it hard to use effectively. The powder was perfect, fresh and untouched.

After what seemed like a lifetime, the burning heat radiating from Ollie's calf muscles told him two things; the incline was getting too much to conquer and if he wanted to have the strength to snowboard and make it back, he couldn't push himself much further... at least not a lot. Ollie took stock of where he was and the outcroppings around him. He set his sights on one particular piece of stone and aimed for it. That would be his mile marker, his starting block, his pinnacle.

Ollie pressed on, step by step until he reached out and grabbed onto the edge of the outcropping. His gloves snagged the rugged edge enough to pull him to it, closing the distance and giving him a view over the edge. Ollie's movements came to a stop, including his breathing. His hand raised up, lifting his sunglasses, giving his blue eyes an unobstructed view beyond the mountain. The sky beyond was a maelstrom of turbulent clouds broiling and crashing into one another, painted in swatches of grey and black and silver. Ollie had no idea that a stormfront was coming in, and the mountain had blocked his view of it on the entire drive in.

All of his planning, all of his efforts, all of his preparation... None of it could hold up to mother nature's power. His gut instinct, his fears and concerns had all been correct. No sane person would go onto a mountain by themselves, to climb past the boundaries of a forgotten ski park, to head into the unknown without backup or safety net. Ollie finally took a breath before he started moving with great speed. His backpack came off, allowing the snowboard to be freed from its perpendicular position along his spine. His snowshoes were removed and inserted into the bag, then his boots sunk into the mounts on the board. There was no time for finesse or fine tuning. Ollie pulled the backpack back on, tested his center of gravity and pushed off.

If it hadn't been for the impending doom coming up fast behind him, Ollie would have found the experience phenomenal. There wasn't the slightest hint of chatter coming from his snowboard. It was like he was a leaf on the wind. Looking down along the slopes, it was clear how far he really had climbed. If he survived, it would have been the most epic feat of his entire life... but Ollie could already feel the change in the air as a dark shadow swept down across the snow, advancing far faster than he was.

The bright, clear sunlight dimmed as the leading edge of the clouds surged past the peak of the mountain, spreading across the stratosphere with speeds unmatched anywhere else in nature. The wind came next, giving Ollie a boost of speed for a moment before he started having to fight gusts that tried to throw him off course. Ollie leaned forward a bit more. He had to reduce his wind drag and he had to get back to his car...

The quiet, steady howl of the wind became an ominous, furious, threatening scream moments before the snow started coming up behind Ollie. The redhead clenched his teeth as he saw the sideways snow coming in at all the wrong directions. With each second, it became harder and harder to see his destination. Somewhere down there, his car was waiting... His escape, his shelter, his opportunity. It was disappearing beneath a mask of snow.

Little by little, a vibration began to build in Ollie's board as the bevel began to catch more and more of the ice built up on the powder's surface, making a rougher ride. The chatter built, a grinding growl coming from the ice crud scraping along the base of his board. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Ollie thought of all the jumps, grabs, slides and jibs that he would have done on his outing. Now it was a race for time, for his life, to keep going, to avoid danger... but nature was coming for him.

Somewhere far up the mountain there was a thunderous crack, then a building rumble. Ollie didn't look back. It would have served no purpose. He had his answer soon enough as the leading edge of the avalanche started edging around him, coming down so fast. It moved like liquid smoke along the surface of the mountain, curling and sweeping just ahead of the cascading wave. As it filled in around him, the gradient shifted enough that Ollie toppled forward, crashing and rolling several rotations before the snow came sweeping over him. In an instant, Ollie lost all sense of direction. There was no up, no down, no sky, no ground. It was all movement. His board got ripped from his feet, his limbs got twisted and pulled in every direction, and then in one more instant it came to an abrupt and terrible stop.

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It was common enough to hear someone say they felt like they had been hit by a bus, but as the sensation came crashing in on Ollie, he wasn't sure that was enough to do it justice. His body ached and throbbed and burned in ways he'd never felt before, but worse than that, it felt as if his body was full of weights. It hurt to think, let alone move, but he knew he had to. He forced an eye to open, then the other.

As the snowboarder's blurry vision began to clear, he wasn't sure what he was looking at. It wasn't the sky, a terrifying fact if he were buried, but it looked like rock. There was light coming from one direction. Ollie forced his head to turn even though it made him cringe in pain as his neck muscles resisted. The rock finally made sense now that he saw the opening of the cave. Outside the snow was coming down hard and what little light remained was fading fast. The mountain didn't sound any more friendly than it had before.

Ollie tried to move, but as he shifted he felt something on top of him... Something soft, warm, cozy. Ollie looked down to see some sort of white fur blanket draped over him, keeping him warm. It certainly wasn't something he brought with him. Between that uncertainty and the storm raging outside, Ollie's urgency to leave was fading as fast as the daylight. He shifted a little before groaning, laying back once more. With a few breaths to push through the pain, he turned to face the one direction he had not yet looked, coming face to face with the sort of creature even fevered dreams could not have imagined.

The eyes looking back at the snowboarder were an icy, vibrant blue very similar to Ollie's, but they were set in a face of pure obsidian black. The creature's brow was exaggerated, his nose broad and almost feline. His upper lip sloped out and tapered almost like a great ape, and his bottom lip deformed around two tusks that jutted upwards, curved outward ever so slightly. The dark face was framed by long, smooth tufts of icy white cur, coming to points several inches behind the cheeks while the tuft dropping down from the chin was braided into a long plait that ended in a small dangling metal teardrop.

Ollie knew he should have been afraid, even terrified. Any normal person would have jumped or screamed or even froze, but he couldn't look away. The creature's pointed ears stuck out from behind his thick sideburns, his hair as windswept and gnarled as the peaks of the mountain. The thickest crest ran from his forehead down the back of his head, almost like a styled plume. The creature's broad shoulders were capped with the white fur, putting most linebackers to shame. His arms were as thick as tree trunks, equally coated with white. His hands were dark, but long sharp claws extended from his fingers, ivory like the tusks from his mouth. Ollie could see the beast's chest rise and fall, his pectorals and abdomen bare and dark, his nipples plump and full.

"You came back..." the creature said, breaking the silence. The words were gentle, sounding a bit younger than Ollie would have expected from such a strong creature, but they were evocative too. He came back? To the mountain? To consciousness?

"You saved me, didn't you?" Ollie asked, trying to sit up before wincing. The yeti grimaced before he stood up. As he rose to his feet, Ollie became very well aware of just how big his saviour was. He had to be at least seven and a half feet tall, but that was not where Ollie's attention was drawn. Instead, he saw the great python of hard black yeti meet dropping down from the creature's groin over his huge white fur covered balls, and then the immense, broad feet that put his snowshoes to shame. The yeti moved into the back of the cave for a moment before he returned, carrying a red plastic cup with a familiar handle. He crouched down next to Ollie and offered it up.

"Drink this, it will help with the pain." The yeti said. Ollie reached out and took the cup, looking at it for a moment. He thought he had recognized it, it was the lid to a thermos. He had a similar style when he had been a kid. Ollie brought the cup to his lips and tipped it back, not sure what to expect. The liquid that met him was frothy, mildly warm, a little sweet, almost like some sort of almond milk. Ollie was grateful it was warm and swallowed it down. Sure enough, his pain ebbed a little and he didn't feel quite so cold. Ollie gratefully finished it off before exhaling with a sigh of relief.

"That was amazing... You are amazing." Ollie said softly. The yeti grinned, something that seemed enhanced by the way his lips curved around his tusks.

"You still think so?" he asked. Ollie turned and looked back at the fantastical creature again. Still, again... and the metal teardrop hanging from the yeti's braided goatee. Ollie reached up to find his dangling earring, to make sure it was still there. The yeti saw him touch it and smiled more before he reached and grabbed the ornament on the tip of his goatee, "I'm so glad we both kept them..." the yeti grinned wider.

For some reason that Ollie didn't know, it felt as if his heart was breaking. It was clear that this yeti knew him, that he remembered him, that they had some sort of past... but as hard as he tried to remember it, he couldn't. Ollie jumped as the yeti reached over, the dark clawed finger collecting a tear from Ollie's cheek. The yeti was confused for a moment as he studied the human's face before the smile faded and his icy blue eyes widened in realization. The yeti sat back on his haunches, his large, leathery black feet remaining close to the snowboarder.

"You don't remember, do you?" the yeti asked softly.

"I am so... so sorry... I want to, I tried to, I feel-" Ollie paused, reaching up to grab at his chest, "I feel like something's right here! I just... I can't get to it." he whispered. The yeti gave a sad smile that warmed slowly.

"That's okay, I remember for the both of us, and there's still something there. Why else would you have kept the earring?" the yeti said. Ollie smiled more.

"I love this earring, although it looks damn fine how you've got it." he said. The yeti grinned even more at that.

"Well, I have to admit, I was honored when you picked it out for me." the yeti said. Ollie grinned wider.

"Tell me about us... I want to know. I want to put words to this feeling." Ollie said. The yeti nodded at that and took a breath before he got up and moved over, sitting down next to Ollie, sliding up until they were hip to hip. Ollie looked at the furry man, his instincts surging. He was safe here, he was with a friend... and it was damn cold. Ollie leaned into the Yeti's shoulder, feeling the softness of his fur and the warmth of his meaty pec. The yeti smiled with relief and slid an arm behind Ollie, wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him in closer. Ollie was enveloped in warmth and an aroma he could only describe as 'sweet yak'.

"Well, my name is Miche... And we've met two times before." the yeti began, "The first time was when we were both children. You stayed out way too late and it was dark. You got a bit lost and came across me foraging."

"You were foraging for food?" Ollie asked, although as he studied Miche's face he saw the slightest change in his cheeks, almost as if the black flesh gave way to the faintest purple hues.

"Not... food. The humans used to leave a lot of things on the mountain. I loved finding the things they lost. Clothing, objects, devices... Though the devices never lasted long. We bumped into each other and I helped you back to the cabin." the yeti explained. Ollie smiled for a moment, although his jaw slowly dropped and his eyes widened.

"Mi..che... " Ollie whispered, "I had a stuffed animal when I was a kid, named Michael, I always took him everywhere I went, he was an-" Ollie froze. Miche started to grin.

"A gorilla. I know." Miche said. Ollie looked up at the Yeti's strong face.

"I hung onto that for years, my parents got so annoyed..." Ollie whispered, "What was the second time?" he asked. Miche smiled again, although this one looked a bit more pained.

"You were fifteen. You were snowboarding by yourself, out late again, only this time you didn't get lost. You got hurt... You went off course and fell into a tree well, you... got hurt really bad." Miche said. Ollie's hand instinctively reached for his stomach, coming to rest over where a scar was. Ollie looked back up.

"I didn't just walk it off, did I?" Ollie asked. Miche shook his head.

"I smelled the blood. I mean humans used to get hurt all the time, but not many got hurt that bad. When I saw it was you, I had to help. I brought you back and I used everything I could to make you better. We talked to each other for so long, I don't think either of us slept... I showed you my treasures, and you grabbed the earrings. You said it was the closest to a best friends bracelet that I had. When the others found out that I had saved you, they were furious. They said it was not our place to play goddess for the humans..." Miche trailed off.

"And somehow they put me back where I was with no memory?" Ollie asked. The yeti nodded softly.

"They told me that I'd never see you again, to forget you, but I couldn't. You were my only friend, you saw me for me, and that kiss..." Miche trailed off. Ollie grinned wider at that, feeling a warmth blossoming in his chest. He reached up, resting his hand on the yeti's cheek where his dark skin met his light fur.

"That kiss?" Ollie asked. Miche blushed purple again.

"Well, you know teenagers and their crushes..." Miche said.

"And now you've saved me again." Ollie whispered. Miche looked a little more nervous at that. Ollie could feel his chest tighten up a bit. Ollie's lips frowned a little more, "But you're still worried? Am I not out of the woods?" he asked. The yeti swallowed a bit.

"We know so little about humans, and you were under that snow for so long. This storm is going to last for days, there isn't enough dry wood for a fire..." Miche said. Ollie looked into those eyes, feeling more and more coming back to him.

"There's more you aren't saying." he said. The yeti turned his head away for a moment, struggling before he looked back down at the human.

"There is a way to save your life, like I did before, but... that kind of healing only works once on a human without... cost." Miche said. Ollie shook his head.

"I don't want you to get in trouble or sacrifice anything because of me. You already saved me once and got in trouble, and you've had to carry that with you all this time." Ollie said. The yeti pursed his lips.

"That's sweet of you, but the cost isn't to me..." Miche said, "My healing will ensure you survive this storm and your injuries, but your body... any more of that healing and you won't be human anymore." he said gently. Ollie looked up at Miche for a long moment, gazing into those eyes before he lowered his hand, letting it trail down the handsome mane of white fur jutting out from his jawbone, following it down to the braided plait dangling from his chin to the metal teardrop on the end. He ran his finger over the cold metal.

"That's why I felt drawn to the mountain, to the cold, to snowboarding. That's why I felt alone even in crowds of people... I died that last time and you brought me back. I've got the blood of a yeti coursing through my veins. You did as much as you could without changing me, to save my life, to give me another shot." Ollie whispered, "But my place has always been here, hasn't it? With you? Since that first time we met?" he asked. Miche's face scrunched up and he carefully withdrew himself from Ollie, standing up again as he started to pace, his huge feet glistening in the dim light.

"It's my fault you came back here, that you got hurt again... And you just feel this way because I saved you... I can't just change you because I want you to be with me, to steal your life from you!" Miche said. Ollie moved to push himself up, grunting and wincing, shivering as the fur blanket slipped from his shoulders.

"You gave me a gift. You gave me my life back. I had five more years than I would have otherwise, and then I did something foolish that put it at risk again. All of this was bonus time, time I wouldn't have had on my own. I know I belong here, I belong with you. I am a part of this place and a part of you. Even if the choice wasn't staying here or dying, I'd still choose to stay, I'd still choose you. That's what these are for, right? To remind us that we're always connected?" Ollie asked, reaching up to tap his earring.

Miche looked over at the human standing there, shivering in the cold, battered and bruised and defiant and warm spirited. He looked at his long hair, his handsome face. He remembered the defiant teenager he'd been, asking the yeti to pierce his ear with his claw, the kiss they'd shared, the pain of having his crush's memories wiped away. Here he was, proclaiming his desire, his connection, his passion. Miche surged forward and came up to the human, grabbing onto him and pulling him close. Miche leaned down as Ollie stretched up, their lips meeting once more. The connection between them was electric.

Ollie felt so warm and safe pressed against the Yeti's massive chest and firm stomach. The memories were pouring back into his mind as they kissed, remembering the first time and what a cute yeti Miche had been... and seeing what a handsome man he had grown into. He was rugged and strong, tall and robust, and his thick cock hung down to Ollie's knees. Ollie's hand slid up Miche's stomach, tracing each little nodule of his six pack before he reached the shelf that formed his pecs. The snowboarder's fingers found the yeti's fat, plump, nipple and massaged it softly before being rewarded with a slick, warm drop of liquid.

"Oh my god, that was your milk..." Ollie whispered. Once more Miche blushed.

"It warmed you up, didn't it?" he asked. Ollie grinned, reaching to massage the yeti's nipple, giving it a squeeze and a tug, eliciting a little more of the moisture.

"I don't think I'm going to go hungry." he said softly before he leaned in, plunging his lips over the dark nub as he started to suck and slurp and nibble. Miche groaned and growled, a clawed hand grabbing onto Ollie's head while his other arm slid around his slender back. The milk went from a trickle to a flow, filling Ollie's mouth in spurts as he eagerly suckled. The warmth spread through his body, starting in his stomach before circulating outward. The biting cold faded from his fingers and toes, his feet, and his groin.

Miche nearly shivered, not from the temperature, but from the experience. It was so different to have Ollie suckling on him eagerly, directly, on purpose. It wasn't just a life saving act now. It was intimate, involved, connected. Miche moaned softly, his already huge cock getting harder, longer, and thicker. The yeti's musk was becoming more intense. Ollie had come back to him, had been drawn to him even without memories. They were connected, and Ollie wanted to be with him. Miche groaned, his entire body throbbing with heat and need. His fur bristled on his back. He needed this man, he needed Ollie, he needed his mate.

"Ollie, you need to drink from me." Miche groaned. The snowboarder pulled his head back, milk dribbling down his lower lip.

"I am..." he said. The yeti shook his head.

"No, I need you to drink... from me..." he said, reaching down to wrap a clawed hand around his thick, fat slate black cock and lift it up. Ollie's eyes widened in surprise and shock at the size, but the fear began to ebb and disappear as he looked at how well hung his partner was, at how robust and strong it was, just like Miche. Ollie reached out, his pale hand wrapping around the veined member with appreciation and fascination. He added a second hand, but it wasn't nearly enough to cover the length. At most it was just a good enough grip to keep it in position. Ollie gazed down at the thick, plump head before he looked back up at Miche.

"And this is how I become like you? How I start my new life?" he asked. Miche nodded.

"Only if you want it, there's no going back..." Miche said softly. Ollie looked up at the Yeti and smiled before he brought his head down, plunging his lips over the tip of the creature's abominable monster. Miche grabbed onto the cave wall for support, moaning and panting. His leathery black chest rose and fell as sweat started to soak his whit fur. Ollie began to slurp and tease the slit in Miche's cock with his tongue. He could feel such heat and warmth coming off of it, but soon he began to taste the slick, musky sweet pre leaking from the beast's cock.

The milk had brought warmth, but the pre brought much more. In moments it felt as if Ollie was floating or even flying. He felt weightless, like collections of clouds subject to pressures and currents. His skin tingled, his muscles buzzed, and his feet.... Ached. The pain caught him a little off guard, though it wasn't too intense. It had been a few years, but memories of growing pains came flooding back to Ollie. He remembered having to go to the shoe store because nothing fit, he remembered his limbs and joints having such strange pain as they grew and shifted, and now after a few years, it was coming back all at once - but this time it was mixed with pleasure, and Ollie wanted more.

One hand slid up and down the yeti's length, but the other reached down, exploring. It found his fat, plump balls. He caressed the pelt of soft velvet fur on them, felt how huge and full they were. Ollie caressed the curve and then reached down further, getting under them, trying to tickle and entice the flesh that never got attention. Miche grunted hard, his mouth hanging slack, shuddering and gasping. The pre began to flow thicker and faster, the taste getting richer. As the flow intensified, so too did Ollie's growing pains.

If Miche hadn't known any better, he might have thought that frost was settling in along Miche's reddish blond hair, but that wasn't it at all. The pigment was fading away, the hair bleaching out. It started at the tips, as white as the frosted snow. It crept its way back further and further before sinking into the roots, leaving his mane as fresh as the fresh powder snowboarder sought out. It seemed as if the cold was getting to his extremities as well. The blood pooling in his nose and ears looked less rosy and more plum in color, darkening little by little.

The strange, euphoric experience made it hard for Ollie to concentrate. His body didn't feel like it was all there. It felt more like he was an empty vessel waiting to be filled, and certain parts were filling faster than others. His feet ached with particular intensity, throbbing and pulsing. At first it felt like high blood pressure, but then it was more. The pain doubled as it came with the pressure of boots that were too tight, then intensified again as it felt like his toenails were dragging on the inner edge of the boot.

Ollie clutched onto the Yeti's cock, drinking in the essence that would transform him even as his spine felt like molten metal. As much as the pain was a factor, though, he felt so good too. His muscles felt sinewy, his flesh felt soft and strong at the same time. He didn't feel cold, he felt fresh like a sunrise. He moaned and shifted, his spine lengthening as his vertebrae got bigger and bigger. His puffy north face coat rode up, revealing his stomach along with a trail of white hair rising up from his bush, making it all the way to his belly button.

Miche tried not to lose himself in the moment, focused on the task at hand - though he had to admit, it was quite the experience. It would save Ollie's life, but it would change it too. He'd been lucky the first time, though a small sliver had been aware of the risks... that he might have transformed Ollie then by his milk alone. Now they would be together, they would be one... Miche looked down at Ollie's white hair, at the fuzz growing on his cheeks, to the darkening ears and nose and neck. It was intoxicating. He was bringing another Yeti into the world, one that would love him and be with him.

"Ollie!" Miche groaned before he pulled from the snowboarder's mouth. Ollie stumbled back, although the movement proved too much for his shoes as claws punched through the tips. The leather and stitching gave out, bursting apart as much larger, broader feet erupted. Ollie looked almost comical with how much his feet had grown, except to Miche they were the most beautiful things he had ever seen in his life. He rushed forward and grabbed Miche, taking a hold of his puffy pants before tearing into them. The fabric was cast aside and the underwear came soon after, revealing Ollie in his naked glory from the waist down. His bush had faded to a perfect white, but his cock was darkening with blood, turning from pink to purple, then almost black. His ass was swelling, his legs were growing, and there was no denying that he was already handsome and destined for more.

Miche let out a snort, the hot air turning to vapor from his nostrils. He took a hold of Ollie, his huge hands closing around the human's waist as he lifted him up. Ollie yelped in surprise, though as he was swung through the air he started to get an idea of what was going on. He draped one engorged foot on Miche's left shoulder, then the other on his right. The blood was pulled by gravity to the lowest point, Ollie's ass, and his body responded by allowing the muscles and flesh to expand. Ollie groaned, feeling his intestines reshape and rework themselves. As if sensing when it was finally safe to do so, Miche thrust upwards, his cock finding its mark. It slid between Ollie's cheeks and speared into his body, releasing jet after jet of pre. Once he was sure of his mark, Miche gave one more thrust, impaling his partner deep.

"Miche!" Ollie howled, riding that cock, his head lolling back as his long white hair and his earring dangled downward. The yeti thrust fast and hard, feeling the warm, tight, enveloping embrace of his partner. He could see Ollie's feet growing with each moment, rising taller and thicker on his shoulders. White hair bristled and burst from his legs all while more and more mass packed onto his frame. His calves thickened, his thighs grew and his balls swelled larger. Even his cock slithered up along his belly, crawling toward his chest.

A look of pure bliss crossed Ollie's face, his mouth hanging open. At first it seemed that it was just from joy, but the true reason became apparent as two little tusk nubs pushed up from his lower lip. The yeti couldn't describe how turned on he was, but he could focus that energy and push even harder. His thick cock hilted further and further into Ollie each time, finding new ways and new spots to send him writhing in a maelstrom of bliss. Ollie's hands dug into Miche's arms as his fingernails pushed out, getting thicker and taking deeper root as they extended outward into claws.

Every thrust brought more yeti out of Ollie, as if Miche was pushing everything that made him himself into the human. Muscles expanded, skin toughened, hair turned to fur. His tusks weren't so minuscule, and his jacket was slowly unzipping itself as his shoulders grew wider, his pecs fuller, his abs longer and his arms thicker. Miche was a brute, a beast, an animal in heat. Ollie's growth was making it harder to hold him in that position, but that just encouraged the yeti even more. His lover was growing so fast, so strong, so healthy!

A deep, resonating purr left the yeti's lips as he felt his brain blossom into a glow so bright that rivaled the rising sun shining off the snow. Miche threw his head back as his cock erupted, sending potent, sticky, thick yeti cum deep into Ollie's ass before his pillar of a cock churned it inside him, working it back and forth and in and out. Dark pigment blossomed across Ollie's face, contrasting his now white hair. It spread out from his nose as an audible crunching sounded. His elfin like human nose flattened, broadened and thickened. His nostrils flared out and took on an almost feline like blunt, while his forehead began to swell. The subtle bones guarding the eye socket began to thicken, taking on new layers as the skin turned tough over them. His ears took on points and grew larger, tilting out ever so slightly.

One holdover from Ollie's humanity was just how long his hair had grown. As it shifted, it got thicker, but it was already much longer than Miche's. The soft stubble that had grown out on his cheeks erupted as the hair pushed out centimeter by centimeter, forming mutton chops that separated his dark ears from his darker cheeks. Ollie's mass had shifted so much, affecting even his center of gravity. He reached with his longer, thicker, furrier arms to get a grip of Miche's neck, holding him upright as his ass was filled in more ways than one.

Ollie's boyish beauty was replaced with a handsome charm as his tusks rose up thicker, soft at first as they grew before hardening into stiff, firm tributes to his masculinity. The zipper on his jacket suddenly groaned before it was torn apart, revealing plump black pecs and firm, thick nipples that glistened with dew. Ollie's somewhat fit stomach had been replaced with a ladder of tight muscle groups forged in obsidian flesh, but as the jacket shrugged off his shoulders, the dark skin on his abdomen was framed by the soft, supple white fur of a true yeti.

The huge feet resting on Miche's shoulders flexed and wriggled, turning dark as the white fur stretched from his hips to his knees, then his ankles. The feet were immense, at least size twenty if not larger. Ollie's longer limbs forced him to anchor his legs over his lover's shoulders, getting a good grip to help keep himself aloft. The two had devolved into runts and moans and whines, sweat soaking their soft fur, their dark skin glistening with exertion... but Miche didn't want to stop.

Thrust after thrust, his hard cock impaled Ollie's plump, furry ass. Every moment, every drop of cum he shared was coaxing Ollie on, changing him further, welcoming him to the tribe. His spine had stretched and so had his legs. His balls had swollen, his fur had come in, muscles had packed on, and the huge cock resting on his stomach stretched all the way to the lower shelf of his pectoral muscles. He had become a yeti, leaving his humanity behind on the slopes. Ollie moaned, his face tight with pleasure, looking all the more appealing to Miche with his tusks and his vibrant blue eyes contrasting his dark skin.

"Miche, I-I!" He tried to speak but instead he screamed, howling out as his huge cock spasmed, fluttered, throbbed and then came, sending thick yeti cream across his bare stomach and chest. The opalescent semen nearly sparkled in the dim light, its aroma filling the cave. It was so rich and so pure that Miche couldn't hold back, his orgasm shifting gears as he lost all restraint.

The yeti thrust as far into his partner's ass as he could get, holding himself there as he came and came and came. Ollie clung on to his partner for dear life as he felt his intestines being filled with the rich cream. It was hard to put into words, but somehow he felt as though this would help him survive the cold conditions, to help him brave the time between meals. He wasn't sure how that was possible, but his instincts told him that this moment meant more than love or lust. It meant survival.

It had been a great feat of prowess to take his partner standing like that, but as the afterglow saturated Miche's muscles, he slowly lowered onto his knees, panting and huffing before he, and Ollie by extension, slunk over onto their side, sinking into the fur blanket. Both panted hard, gazing into each other's eyes, unable to speak. They didn't dare move. This covenant was sacred. Ollie had been reborn and Miche was now a man in the eyes of his tribe. They remained there, listening to the gentle hushed whispers of the snow falling outside, blanketing the mountain with fresh layers of snow and ice. The light outside continued to dim until the clouds caught only the faintest glow of the distant city, a violet glow spread through the heavens.

****

It had snowed for days, erasing all trace of Ollie's visit to the mountain. The car had been buried, the footprints filled in and his belongings lost until some hypothetical thaw in the distant future. The two had enjoyed each other's company in the cave for a few before venturing out under the cover of the storm, but none of that compared to the day the sun had emerged again. Ollie stood, looking across the mountain as if it was his kingdom. The old towers for the ski lift were like monuments, the vague lack of trees outlining the bunny slope like some ceremonial place. The chimney of the abandoned lodge was about the only thing sticking up out of the snow.

The wind whipped through the new yeti's fur, blowing the tufts on his cheeks around. He was seven feet tall and a few hundred pounds of muscle and bone and fur. He wasn't quite as big as Miche, at least not yet, but he could have dwarfed his former self. His white hair reached his furry shoulders and only traces of his original boyish good looks remained, mostly around the cheek bones. His long teardrop earring dangled from his black, pointed ear as he looked out across it all.

Ollie turned as he sensed movement, though he heard no sound. No doubt the Yeti had evolved to evade notice, especially those that lived so close to a ski destination. The humans pulling out had to be a blessing to them. Miche came up beside him, his hand gravitating to his partner's, their fingers finding one another. Ollie looked down at their immense feet resting next to one another, giving his own toes a little wiggle.

"I don't think I'd ever fit into mounts for a snowboard again." Ollie admitted. Miche grinned, reaching to rub the not-so-small of his back.

"Where could a snowboard take you but away from here? Cross country is where it is at, and you don't even need snow shoes." Miche grinned, "There's a valley about half a day from here and the deer there have never seen humans before. They're very friendly and sweet." Miche said. Ollie smiled more at that.

"As sweet as you?" Ollie asked. Miche smirked a bit at that.

"I don't know, I think I'm pretty sweet." he said. Ollie turned and leaned in, bringing their lips together, their tusks scraping just a bit as they embraced. One clawed hand reached up, cupping Miche's firm, full pec in his palm before he gave it a loving squeeze. Ollie pulled back, looking into his partner's eyes.

"You saved my life, twice... And you gave me up once to try and let me live it. My life is you, now, where you go I go." Ollie whispered. Miche reached out and held his boyfriend's cheek, leaning in to kiss them. As their firm, strong lips pressed, Miche rested the soles of his feet on the top of Ollie's, giving them a bit of warmth and pressure.

"And I promise that being snowbound is going to be the most freeing experience of either of your lives." Miche said before he turned and started to walk through the wilderness, his feet large enough to displace his weight without disrupting the snow much. Ollie grinned wide before following after him. The sun shone on their white fur as much as it did the snow, the fleeting glimpses of their dark flesh mistaken for outcroppings of rock. This was their home, their wilderness, and they were together.