[Chaos Echo]

Hey, remember this? From five months ago, give or take? Well, I've written up another. Completely unrelated though.


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A Frosty Fate (contains a tiny bit of TF)




The freezing winds cut at Dennis as he struggled to see. This blizzard had sprung up from nowhere, in the middle of a normal, crisp winter day. ?What a day,? he thought, ?to decide to take a walk.? He pushed through the miserable weather, sure that he was close to town again. He comforted himself with thoughts of sitting down in his warm house, perhaps fixing himself some hot cocoa, snuggling up with his girlfriend?


He wrapped his scarf more tightly around his face as he walked, and the world became ever whiter. Not only that, but the cold was beginning to freeze his eyes shut. And it made his nose run something terrible. Still he pressed on, the thoughts of his cozy hamlet empowering him. If he had his bearings right, he was less than a minute from his house. However, as if to mock him, the wind and snow let up for the briefest moment, just to show him how wrong he was.


He was, as far as he could tell, in the middle of nowhere.


?What!?? Dennis screamed into the winter winds. His short-lived outburst filled his mouth with bits of snow as the blizzard picked up again with perfect timing, blowing off his scarf. He quickly rewrapped it, and the snow once again made vision almost impossible. ?D-dammit.? He swore from behind his cold covering. He could feel his body betraying him now that home was no longer within immediate grasp. He shivered from the cold, which he now felt quite clearly. Well, mostly. Already his mittened hands were going numb.


?I have to? have to find somewhere to stay? a cave? hole in the ground? anything?? He set off blindly, wrapping his arms around himself. But as he went, his stride faltered, his legs giving up. Dennis would not have it, though. Like hell if he was gonna die out here in the snow! He couldn?t even imagine what the obituary would say. ?Dennis Feldger, age 26 ? died while out on walk??


But strong as his will was, his body was weak. As it succumbed to the freezing wind, he began to lose coordination, drunkenly staggering. ?F-fuck,? he thought. ?Maybe I am gonna die out here?? Even breathing became difficult, and he could hardly think, with the mind-numbing cold gnawing on his brain. He tripped over something, and landed in the snow. And just like that, his body quit on him. Try as he might, he could not get himself to move again. ?G-get up, Dennis. Shit. Get up!?


He lay in the snow, defeated. He knew this was it. This was the end. No one would come for him, not on a day like today. So Dennis just sat in introspection as a thin layer of snow started to make him part of the landscape. Why did it have to be now? He was going to propose to Tina within the week. But now she was only going to receive the news that her love had frozen in a freak storm. Their future together was going to be wonderful, and now it was not to be at all.


In his half-conscious state, he hardly took notice as the wind and snow let up slightly. What he did notice, though, was that somehow he could clearly hear a crunching of snow beneath footsteps. He turned his head, and nearly had a heart attack, if he wasn?t sure that it?d stopped caring a while ago. A cloaked figure, in dark color, was approaching from the distance, looking around. Now Dennis was not a superstitious person, but he knew clearly what that meant. His time had come.


The figure turned its head and spotted him, at which point it broke into a run toward him. A rather girly run, he observed with sudden lucidity. He also vaguely wondered why Death would be wearing a fur-trimmed cloak, or in dark blue. As it came close, he realized that its body shape was also distinctly feminine. It stopped just short of him and kneeled, and a hand came out and touched his neck. On feeling a pulse, it breathed an airy ?thank heavens?. Then it stood again, untying the cloak to reveal an interesting sight.


It was indeed a woman within, but she appeared quite abnormal. Not only was she out here, wearing only a white, sleeveless dress, inappropriately short for the weather. No, her skin was also a very pale blue, almost white, and her voluminous hair was a similar but even lighter color. But in no way did it mar her distinct beauty, with her gorgeous face, her colorful blue eyes, and her admittedly somewhat curvy form.


The woman lay down her cloak atop Dennis, and sat down in the snow next to him. Thoroughly confused, he murmured a ?Who are you?? ?Oh! You?re still conscious!? She had a sweet, breathy voice. ?Who I am? well? you could say I?m the winter itself. But unfortunately, I was late. I?m so sorry.? ?Srry?? ?Yes? this is all I can do for you?? Dennis had no idea what it meant. But if she was the winter, then, ?C-couldn?t you stop th-this?? In her presence, he felt more coherent, but still very much on the verge of death.


?Again, I?m so, so sorry, but? I can?t. Stopping this weather for the sake of only two lives would be very irresponsible on my part. And besides, your death here has been written in fate for ages?? His hope dashed, and now pondering if he was simply hallucinating anyway, Dennis let his head fall limply into the snow. ?I?m so sorry?? Winter again whispered, sounding almost tearful. She scooted closer, and rested his head on her cold lap. ?But I?ve no right to change the course of fate. But I can do at least this for you. No one deserves to die alone.?


And so the two sat, the winter spirit with her hand idly playing with Dennis?s short brown hair, while she softly sung something he was pretty sure he recognized but was in no state to identify. He could feel more than ever death?s icy grip closing in on him, but somehow, now it no longer seemed so bad. Something about the woman he was with was deeply comforting to him. His breathing slowed, as did his heart rate, and he shut his eyes.


But as he prepared himself to go, he felt a sudden tremor from the thigh of Winter. ?Wait! I think I have something!? She leaned down to him. ?I think I know a way to save you? but you?ll be? a bit different.? Dennis didn?t respond. While he was pretty set in his fate now, hallucinating about wintry spirits, lying in the dead of the snow, but if this would give him a chance, perhaps, to see Tina again?


It took him a while to gather the strength, but he nodded slowly. She too nodded. ?Okay.? She whispered. She set his head down into the snow, and shifted a bit so she was on her hands and knees over him. Then she drew him into a deep kiss, her cold, soft lips against his frozen, hard ones. While she did so, she breathed into him. After a moment, he felt something within him. It was no warmth, but in fact even more coldness. But it was not a coldness of death, like previously. No, it was a coldness of life.


Dennis felt much better as this strange chill went through his body. Suddenly, the temperature didn?t seem like an issue at all! He sat up in the snow and stretched. It was like his body had been altered to run off of temperatures 80 degrees colder. In fact, he actually began to feel overheated in all his clothes. He unzipped his coat, and froze. Only this time, he didn?t literally freeze.


His chest had shrunken, looking dainty and small compared to his fairly muscled regular torso. He lifted his now-oversized shirt, and was further shocked when he saw his bare skin. It was soft, too, no longer having any of the various dings that a physical laborer like him should have. He ran a hand over his smooth stomach, but then stopped that once he noticed his hand. It too had shrunken, the fingers thinned, the mitten ill-fitting. Slowly he pulled it off, and saw the hand beneath; feminine, elegant, with well-done nails.


He looked up to Winter, who was watching him with a small smile. ?What is-? He stopped talking and clutched his throat. The voice that had just come from him was not the voice he knew. It was several octaves higher, actually. And, his hand around his neck, it too felt thinner, and he could not locate his Adam?s apple. ?What?d you do?? He said in his squeaky voice. ?I told you, you?d be different. It?s the only way I could save you and not defy fate.?


Dennis let his hand drop off his slender neck, and a strange discoloration caught his eye. He looked at his hand again, and, starting from the tips of his fingers, a very light blue was spreading across them, whitening his nails as it passed them. It was a skin tone much like the winter spirit?s. The blue went over all of his hand, and up into the sleeve of his coat. He quickly pulled his coat off himself, and pulled up his sleeve fast enough to catch the blue spreading over his elbow and up further. Confident that he was now immune to the cold, he took off his shirt, throwing it aside in the snow. His entire right arm was a pale blue, and the color traveled across his shoulders to the other arm.


But more importantly, though he couldn?t see it there, the color also went up his neck, and as it hit his chin, he could feel it changing. His jawline cracked and became less broad, all the stubble he?d missed that morning disappearing from the area. He felt his lips become fuller, more voluminous, and looking at the winter spirit, he could only guess they were now the same medium-dark blue hers were. He felt his cheeks smooth, and become a bit rounder, for not a fat look, but a youthful one. His nose shrank and became dainty. His eyes got rounder, lashes lengthening, irises going from a dull green to a vivid blue.


Other minor adjustments continued around Dennis?s face, feminizing it. And then, at the top of his head, he felt a slight tingling, as his hair began to lengthen. It slowly came down the sides and back of his head, some of it just to the right of his right eye, and he saw how it was becoming lighter, not even close to its previous chocolate color. He brought up his other arm, which, while he?d been focusing on his face, had also become slender and blue, and rolled a few strands of the almost white locks between his fingers. ?So thi-? Once again he stopped himself short. His voice wasn?t even the helium-like voice it was earlier; now it was blatantly that of a woman.


He cleared his throat, making a distinctly girly noise, and started again. ?So what am I becoming?? He asked, resigned to this by now. Winter shook her head quickly, having been staring off into space. ?Oh, a nymph of sorts. If I am the winter incarnate, then you?re a? consort, basically. I?m gonna tell you now, your life?s gonna be pretty different.? ?Huh. You don?t say.? He glanced over his thin arms and girlish upper body. ?Not entirely sure what a nymph is, but from the way this is going, I take it they?re all female?? ?Yes.? He leaned back, resting on his elbows. ?So obviously that means before long I?m gonna be a woman.? Winter nodded. ?At?ll be interesting to tell her. ?Oh, hey, Tina, I was going to ask you to be my wife, but then I sprouted some tits and turned blue.?? ?Hey!? The winter spirit snapped, her brief moment of anger causing the relatively calm blizzard to flare up again. ?You agreed to this! At least this way, you can tell her something as opposed to nothing and being a dead frozen carcass!?


Winter quickly calmed herself. ?I?m sorry. I forgot, humans can just be so ungrateful sometimes.? She said, with a hint of a playful tone. Dennis cocked an eyebrow at her. ?Apology accepted?? Winter giggled. ?Glad you?re taking this so well.? He went back to watching his transformation. The blue had gone down his sides, which curved inward to form a slight hourglass, and down into his pants. He felt his hips widen as the force shaped his lower body, and his shapeless legs becoming toned and attractive within his pants. He continued the stripping of his clothes, removing his pants, and observing the willowy blue things. He bent one lightly, and it felt so soft and cold, like everything about his body. His expanding hips began to tighten his boxers against them, along with his butt perking up a bit. By now, all of this was actually kind of beginning to feel good.


His- no, by this point he?d accepted his new form- her growing hips and rear pulled her boxers tight across them, revealing a conspicuous bulge in the front. She sheepishly covered the lump, but the winter spirit didn?t seem to be paying attention again. The light color then made its way up her belly, and across her chest, and her nipples hardened as they took on a dark blue tone. She blushed, her face turning a deep blue as well. It felt almost like she was being caressed in those oddly sensitive nubs. She gently put a finger to one, and felt her member beginning to grow hard.


?O-oh!? She stopped that and covered her groin again, but this time Winter had been watching. ?Someone?s enjoying this?? The nymph felt her hard shaft beneath her tight boxers, trying as best as she could to keep it hidden. ?I?m sorry! It?s just-? But then beneath her delicate hands, she felt it shrinking away, and slowly they came to a rest on her crotch. ?Oh!? The nymph stood, and pulled her boxers away from herself, looking down. From her angle, she could see nothing but a smooth, pale blue. ?So it?s gone, then? it?s officially gone?? She sighed. She sat back down in the snow, feeling the squishing of her soft butt into it under her weight.


?It?s not all bad, Dennis? no, I don?t think that fits you any more? but I should probably call you something?? The nymph looked up at her. ?But I liked my name?? ?If it was up to me, you wouldn?t need one. I?m just doing this for your convenience. How about? Snow?? The newly-dubbed Snow sighed again. ?Real creative.? ?Perhaps you should have been around when things are named after you, and not vice-versa, then.?


In the short lull that followed, Snow re-registered how her hard nipples were feeling quite good. She stared down at her chest, brushing her shoulder-length white hair out of the way, and saw that they were bigger than before. Alongside that, very small lumps had built up behind them. ?Breasts.? She said quietly to herself. The nymph hesitantly reached for them, lightly feeling them from below. Her chest was sensitive and soft now, and she bit her lip to keep from vocalizing at all. The buds began to build some more, becoming small but noticeable mounds. They were perky and soft, reminding her very much of smaller versions of her girlfriend?s. Her breasts continued to swell, the jiggly flesh filling out to a small but respectable size. She cupped her small bosom, somewhat displeased, but strangely proud.


Winter was looking down at her, rather amused. ?So.? Snow jumped and looked up, having been briefly absorbed in paying attention to her chest. ?We?re not going to need those clothes of yours anymore.? Snow nodded, feeling that Winter was now her superior and should be obeyed, and slowly slipped off her boxers. She sat in the snow, somehow not feeling self-conscious about her nudity, as Winter went and retrieved the fallen cloak she?d been wearing. ?I think you could use this more than me at the moment, though.? The nymph took it, whispering a thank you, and wrapped it around herself, making it snug on her finished, modestly small chest.


?Now, how do you feel?? Snow looked over her feminine, light hourglass shape, her cold, soft skin, and her blue and white colors. ?I feel? wonderful.? ?Good! So it worked! Dennis Feldger died today, Snow the nymph was born, and I didn?t need to stop the blizzard! Cheating successful!? Snow wore a small smile, but still thought back to Tina. What would she tell her? ?Come on, now, though. We?ve work to do.? ?Oh?? ?Yes? there?s another life on the line. A Tina Lelson came out into this weather in search of someone she loved, and isn?t faring well. She sound familiar to you?? Winter asked with a teasing tone again.




Days later, in the town, Dennis Feldger and Tina Lelson were both reported dead in the sudden blizzard that had sprung up that day. Their families mourned them, but their bodies were never found. All that could be found was the clothing they?d been wearing when they?d left. However, from that winter on, rumors, an urban legend, sprung up, concerning two icy nymphs who frolicked in the winter snows every year.

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This is also a collab (in a way) with sampleguy on DeviantART, who will be drawing it up in comic form. I shall attach it once he does so.

EDIT: Here's the cover so far

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