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Winter Coat

"Come now, Haloren, you're slowing me down." Arcturas urged, yanking on the felkin's large ice collar. "The blizzard will be upon us soon and I really don't plan on getting caught in it, you catch me, you oversized fluffball?" The two of them were walking along a snowy path flanked by thick, coniferous forest on both sides, eastbound towards the border between Kerolioa and InTamos.

Haloren huffed with enough force to create a cloud of snow before him, then deliberately stopped in his tracks to completely halt progress. When Arc turned around to scold him, he took a big step and pinned his friend down beneath his front paw, burying him in the knee-high snow. Haloren was a northern felkin, equipped with a natural thick fur coat to insulate him from the cold, while his travelling companion was an ice elemental - also known as a construct - so nothing about being smothered in snow would bother him. Given that Haloren lacked the ability to speak in a traditional way, he used telepathy to communicate with Arc. "We'd be there already if you let me take wing."

Arc pushed Haloren's paw off his chest and got to his feet, wiping the snow from his chest. "You keep saying that, and I keep saying that you're more useful to me alive. Can't have you going about getting yourself in situations that you can't handle, such as getting tossed about in an ice whorl. I can see it now, the mighty Haloren being tossed in a hurricane sized blizzard, then dropped onto the top of a pointy tree for all to see, impaled on the trunk!" He made a hand motion to illustrate his point.

"Trees only look pointy from a distance, Arc. Once you get up close the branches split and it really can't impale anything. If you ever flew, you'd know that." Haloren retorted, then used his tail to sweep through the snow and trip Arc again. "Of course, you're too much of a wuss to do that, so here we are, walking to be safe. Aren't you, like, ages older than most? How are you still so cautious?"

After sitting up and wiping himself off again, Arc slowly shook his head, then reached out to use his ice elemental powers to remotely tug an entire tree's worth of blanketed snow down onto Haloren's body, pinning him underneath it and completely burying him aside from the two red horns stabbing out. "Gee, if a few buckets of snow can take you down, imagine what an ice whorl can do. I don't wanna be a victim of that sort of doofus behaviour."

Haloren raised his head and revealed only his face, leaving the rest of him under the snow. "Cut it out, Arc. You're slowing us both down."

The two stared at each other for a solid minute before breaking up in laughter, with Haloren getting to all fours again and shaking off. They liked to joke and play with one another, and while their natures may have come across as harsh to outsiders, they were the closest of friends and loved to tease.

"Hah, you think I'm slowing us down? Please, I could be there already if you didn't have to walk your lumbering haunches through the snow." Arc paused, shaking his head. "But seriously, I really don't want you flying with the storm coming. That's suicide; not for me, but for you. I'd be fine."

"Yeah, I know. I'm just giving you a hard time. I really don't intend to sacrifice myself to the ice gods just to show off, but I still wanna get to Ileece Port before the winter celebration is over. They sell beaver tails there, Arc. Beaver tails!"

His ice elemental friend contorted his face in disgust. "Can't you just hunt one if you want it that bad? I mean, is there even that much meat in the tail of a beaver?"

"It's not actually the tail of a beaver, it's a doughy treat with cinnamon and sugar and other stuff. It's absolutely delicious, and nobody makes a beaver tail like the locals. In different parts of the world they're known as funnel cakes or elephant ears, but in the north we call them beaver tails. How do you not know this? I'm beginning to wonder if ice is your element; not nearly dense enough."

Arc raised an eyebrow before shaking his head. "Do you really want me to cover you in snow again? Is that what you want from me, to have me reduced to a comic relief side character?" He stepped forward and grabbed Haloren's collar, then leapt up onto the felkin's back. "Let's go."

Once they were both done goofing off, they headed down the twisting path through the forest together, occasionally glancing ahead to see the dark grey clouds cresting the horizon. The storm would be upon them within a few hours, and once it hit the only thing to do would be to hunker down and hope no debris got to them. If a tree snapped and landed on Haloren, it could be fatal. They also were forced to use the paths less commonly used because of Arc, for elementals of any sort were considered to be unnatural, especially in the overtly religious nation of InTamos. Nothing about their travels were considered to be safe, but the only real threat was the ice whorl. The locals they could handle, for they had a plan to smuggle Arc into the country.

While the nation itself - especially the less populated areas - were full of backwoods religious folks who look down on foreigners and impure hybrids, the big cities in InTamos were a bit more progressive, and were more tolerant. That's why they figured out a way to get Arc from the border to the coast at Ileece Port, but hadn't expected an intense storm to throw a blanket of ice on their plans.

"So, are you ready?" Haloren asked, stopping by the side of the path, nestling the both of them in between two trees. "If my memory serves, the border patrol is just up there around the bend. If we're doing this, we better do it now."

Arc hopped off the felkin's back and glanced up and down the path making sure nobody was nearby to watch them. "Yeah, you're probably right. Good time to do this now. Let's go get kinky in the woods!" He lead the way into the deep, coniferous forest with Haloren following behind, using his magic to obscure their tracks in the snow.

Once having crested the hill and hiding behind a rock, the pair prepared for their daring smuggling operation.

"So you're sure this will work? I mean, do we even need to go through the border patrol on the path? This is a huge wooded area, I'm reasonably certain that they won't see us slipping over the border in the mountain hills. Why even go through the checkpoint at all?"

"Well that's simple, my dear construct." Haloren said with smug indignation. "We're about to enter into a highly religious, militarized nation that hates foreigners and unnatural beings such as yourself. The border is bottle necked between a lake and the sea, so there's not that much border to protect; ergo, I can guarantee you that they're patrolling every kilometer of this border with vigilance. If we try to sneak past and get caught, they'll show no mercy, but if we - well, I - stroll in through the border patrol with confidence, we'll be fine."

Arc crossed his arms, flicking his ear in agitation. "Really? That's a thing these people do? That's pretty stupid, but whatever. Let's get this taken care of, I'll help warm you up a bit." He bent down and crept under Haloren's body, reaching up to cradle his sheath and prod at the end of it, reaching his hands in to find the cock hiding inside. "You know, one of these days I'm going to have to label your balls as being my own property, given how much time I spend in them during travel."

He was of course referring to the many times he had been consumed by his 'pet' through the cock and stored in the testicles. Whether it was just for fun or for serious needs such as this, Haloren often found himself playing host to his ice elemental partner, and this was no exception.

"Quit your complaining." Haloren huffed, lifting one of his front paws so he could look down under himself and watch Arc knead and press along either side of his sheath. The cold of the snow and the northern lands meant that getting it up was often challenging for him - at least when there were no warm partners to bury his flesh within - but Arc was happy to warm him up and get him excited enough to make do. Before long, the light blue cock tip unfurled and emerged to land heavy in the open palm of the construct's hand, already moist with excitement.

Arc grinned and sat up straight with his ear tips tickling Haloren's belly as he continued to massage the felkin's massive, horse-like cock. He wrapped both of his hands around the length, tugged, squeezed, stroked, and lightly tickled at the underside to slowly help it to grow to its maximum size, for only then could he be consumed by it. Once it was mostly at full girth, he pulled back and let it rest on his lap between his thighs.

Haloren reared back into a sitting position, head up and rump end down in the snow with his cock flopped across the snow to prod at Arc's belly. "You know, you're right! You do spend a lot of time in me, yet you've never turned white from all the cum you've bathed in. I thought you were supposed to absorb some of the features of any element you come in contact with."

"That's a common misconception." Arc explained, cradling the cock tip in his one arm while using his other hand to prod and caress the urethral opening. "But that's not how it works. Some of us have that ability, but once the element has been infused - in my case, ice - that's it. I can't change any more, as far as I know. And you know what, while you're bringing that up, I have to ask: if you're a northern beast, aren't you supposed to have a white coat in the winter? What's up with that?"

"Duly noted. I shall drop the subject." Haloren promised, raising a paw to lightly pat on Arc's head, deliberately being as patronizing as he could, in a jovial and facetious over-the-top manner.

As eager as Arc might have been do discuss the irregularities between them, he was ready to feed himself to Haloren's cock and had narrowed his focus on the gaping, precum drooling tip. Rather than speak or make a joke, he made a duck-bill with his finger tips and forcefully rammed his fist into it, loosening up the flesh and forming a bulge in the shaft. Once the flare slid over his wrist and started to suckle on his forearm, Arc balled his hand into a fist and started pumping in and out, tenderizing the urethral passage in the process.

Haloren's quips were put to a halt as he smiled gently and focused on the pleasure that came from Arc penetrating his cock. At the same time, his feeding instincts were starting to trigger, and he felt that familiar muscle contraction in his loins that signaled his cock was actively sucking back that which was inserted within it. He could turn it off, or control it, but he liked it better when his prey pulled back and resisted him; the pressure and the back-and-forth between hungry orifice and prey created a thrusting motion that was as pleasant as being mated. For that reason, he happily let Arc be.

Just like most other times he offered himself to his friend's loins, Arc let the member suck him in to the shoulder before pulling back almost entirely out of the confines of cock before letting himself get sucked back again. While the suction was enough to pull in an unsuspecting 'victim', Arc was in complete control, for now. In and out he let his arm be sucked repeatedly with his balled up fist passing through the urethral almost to the median ring and back to just beneath the head, until he brought his second arm into play.

After enjoying the cock fisting, he pressed his fingers of his opposite hand to the bicep of the arm being swallowed, gaping the urethal opening wide in order to slam his second arm in up to the elbow. Two fists, both being sucked on by felkin cock as Arc alternately pumped them so one was always just barely inside and the other was as deep as it would go. The motions slowly tenderized the cock flesh, widening it and loosening the urethra just right until he pulled both nearly out and clasped his fingers together, creating one larger, firmer fist comprised of both hands.

"Ready, are we?" Haloren asked, his spine twitching as his lower body bucked forth.

Arc looked up, smiling as the first violet spurt of Haloren's precum splattered on his chest from between both of his arms. This didn't bother him one bit, and he even liked the sweet taste of it so he opened his maw to catch what he could. Once the first round of that had been splattered all over him, he leaned forth and started pumping both of his fists in and out, the clasped mass of fingers and his hands rubbing hard against the urethral walls in the process. Before long, he was aggressively pumping both arms in and out like a stallion's cock, the motions gradually loosening the felkin's member up.

With each motion he tried his best to part his elbows, creating a taper between his wrists and biceps meant to spread open his friend's cock tip in order for it to be wide enough to swallow him. This was working well, so well in fact that he nearly slipped from that position and had the expansive flare gape open to swallow his head right then and there!

Panicked due to not quite being ready, he reared back and pulled his hands completely out of Haloren's depths, leaving the urethral opening gaped and sputtering buckets of precum all over the place. Once he realized how close his partner was to being ready, Arc leaned back forward and slipped all of his fingers in the opening, prying it apart as wide as it could go as he nuzzled into the soft tissue.

Haloren was already lost in bliss, the pleasure of having the hunger in his cock properly satiated proving to be as intense as it ever was. He knew now that it was only a matter of time before he felt his friend's snout disappear into him, followed by the rest of him. As soon as he felt the tapered muzzle press into his gaping cock, he bucked forward as his pelvic muscles enacted the suction wave, his flare sliding over Arcs head to rest around his neck, gently suckling on his face.

Arc could have flailed or acted surprised, but this was precisely what he wanted. He spread out and dug his claws into the ground through the snow and pushed as the cock undulated and sucked at his neck, a thick drool of precum trickling down his chest in the process. With his free hands, he started rubbing the slick natural lubricant all over himself, coating his thin, fine fur to ease the passage of his form into Haloren's cock. All the while, he also was wiggling and writing to get a better angle.

"I love it when you're eager." Haloren growled to himself as he leaned to the side, one paw still up and massive cock resting on the soft snow beneath him. He arched his back and flexed his loins, intensifying the suction on his partner so much that his member folded in on itself as Arc's shoulders pressed against the flare. This lasted only a moment to quickly spread, stretch, and extend to wrap around the elemental's biceps, pinning them to his chest as more of him was sucked up. The distinct bulge was unmistakably feeling pleasure, as Arc was grinding and nuzzling up deeper, disappearing one bit at a time to the felkin's ravenous cock.

Inside, Arc felt the intense suction mostly on his face, as the sheath of flesh that consumed him was forming a seal around his muzzle before reaching the berth of his shoulders. The inverse pressure was interesting and pleasant, but was overrun by the squelching and throbbing sounds around him, as bits of precum ran freely between he and the cock flesh that entombed him, with every one of Haloren's heartbeats pulsed around him. There was a distinct and appeasing gurgle in deeper, and he knew that was his final destination for this day - the balls. With that goal in mind, he continued to squirm and nuzzle in collaboration with that suction that coaxed him deeper, allowing the flare to slide over the rest of his abdomen and rest just above his hips.

Haloren could see - and more importantly, feel - that Arc was nearly completely consumed at this point, so he leaned forth and pushed down against the ground, amplifying the pressure and using gravity to force his flesh to slide all the way down past Arcs hips, and right up to the knees that Arc had used for leverage and stability. In one guttural squelch of of gulp, Haloren had consumed all but the shins, feet, and the tip of the tail of his construct friend, and by then there wasn't much left to do but allow his groin to swallow the meal. While the suction and muscle contractions could force Arc down with ease, Haloren sped up the process a bit by grabbing just below the head of his cock and lifting it up, with gravity helping out.

The sudden shift of gravity paired with the pressure and suction exerted on Arc's body to yank him down quickly. Muscle contractions started at the head and coursed down Haloren's shaft towards the balls, pairing with the copious lube to shoot Arc all the way through the felkin's length until he felt the added pressure of warm flesh squeezing tight around him. He had reached the knot, and while he could slither his way deeper, this was the best part and he didn't want to miss out on it.

"There we go." Haloren grunted as he flexed his cock muscles to constrict his member's meal, holding him in place as he shifted and rolled onto his side, lifting one of his hind legs to lower the pressure in his urethral depths. By clenching his shaft and relaxing his pelvis, the goal was to create an environment where the knot's tightness wasn't enough to stop the foreign construct from passing through. As hoped, after a few moments of concentrated focus, Arc's snout was sucked through the bottleneck followed by the rest of him in a glorious lurch, his entire form passing into Haloren's body. He did a bit of a loop inside, giving a deep belly rumble to the pred, before finding his place in his ball sack, leaving a thick, gooey puddle of precum out in the snow.

During the entire trip, Arc was rendered disoriented by the flesh passing over him, the sounds of fluids gurgling, the distant beat of hearts, and the pleasure that came from skin on skin friction. All was well and balanced again, once he seemed to do a flip inside followed by going straight down, where he once again ended up in a soft pouch of skin, against which he could press out and made distinct hand prints. He nuzzled into the new, softer walls while curling up into a proper fetal position, two testicles both sharing the space with him that he needed to shift around to get comfortable.

He knew, from his dozens of times touring Haloren's depths, that the balls themselves ejaculated into the tube that connected testes to cock, and much like the other glands that supplied fluids and nutrients, only pushed into the urethra, while the passage itself widened into the sack.

Haloren grunted and rolled to his feet, careful to not squish his friend between his hind legs. The sensation of having a creature - even one as small compared to him as Arc - gave him that insatiable pre-jizz feeling, like blue balls but not as intense. This marked the beginning of the hardest part for him, since he would be struggling with arousal from this point until Arc was ejaculated back out, and as such he couldn't pleasure himself until they had crossed the border and were ready to go to the festival. His member was still tingling with the residual desire of arousal, but folded up into its sheath while forcing out all excess precum all over the snow.

Luckily for Haloren, the trip from this forested region to the coast was less than a day away, and he'd have no problem holding off until then even with the distraction of his friend giving his balls a nice massage from inside his sack.

With head held high and stance widened to make room for his engorged balls, Haloren trotted back to the path and resumed his trek towards the border. He could speak to Arc via his telepathy without anyone else hearing him - the felkin could direct and decide who received his broadcast thoughts like a radio - but Arc could not respond from inside the ball sack.

"So here's the plan." Haloren started, only to get distracted by the sight of six soldiers marching up the path in two rows of three, each with rifles. They came up to Haloren, then just passed him to go about their business. When they were gone, he continued, "We're going to go through the border crossing, then as soon as we're over the border, I'm going to try my best to get to Ileece Port as fast as I can and bring you back up. Then, after the ice whorl passes, we can have all the fun!" There was no response, as he knew there wouldn't be, so he kept trotting down the path until he rounded the final bend before the checkpoint.

Ahead of them, the border of the country could be seen in the form of a fort and a wall, with armed guards lining it and patrolling the bridge over the path. It looked ominous, but at the same time it was also not going to be any sort of an issue for Haloren. While felkins may not have been loved, they weren't hated as elemental constructs were, which meant that worst case scenario he might be grilled about his presence in InTamos, but nothing more.

He offered Arc one last bit of advice before making his final steps towards the border. "We're almost there, so don't move. Not only might you trick my junk into revealing itself in front of strangers, but I really don't need then poking and prodding at you in a show of curiosity." Still no response, not until he felt the single press of a palm out against his sack; a high five. "Good, glad to hear it."

Having received all the approval he needed, Haloren trotted forth through the snow until he was apprehended by one of the canine guards in the arctic camouflage.

"Halt." She said, pressing a hand to his chest.

"Well hello!" Haloren responded with a smile. "Quite the weather on the horizon, isn't it?"

"Indeed. Can you follow me?" She lightly grabbed at one of Haloren's front legs, then gave him a tug in order to coax him along with her.

He resisted a bit, pulling away. "Is there a problem? I'm just here for the festival, I don't look to make any trouble." His heart was starting to beat and his ball sack - Arc and all - clenched up into his body. Questions began to swirl in his mind, making him wonder if he'd been suspicious or the swollen balls were too obvious. He had explanations for everything, ways to get around any line of questioning, but he knew that if he offered answers to questions not asked it would only rouse suspicion. Instead, he simply remained quiet and waited for an answer.

The female canine soldier leaned in with a look of frustration on her face. She peeled her lip back in a soundless snarl before taking in a deep breath and leaning in close enough that she could speak softly to him. "I'm sure you don't plan on causing a ruckus, but that ice whorl doesn't give half a turd 'bout your plans. We're all retiring underground until the worst of it is over and I want to help you get to a safe zone underground before that storm hits, alongside the rest of the base's personnel. People around these parts don't like your kind, so I doubt anyone else other than me and maybe a half dozen others would give you this generosity. If you refuse my offer, that will look very, very suspicious."

Haloren remained standing tall, gulping heavily as he struggled with himself. He could just keep walking to his destination, but as the guard had said, that would be unwise. He certainly didn't want to go underground with a bunch of canines in their storm-dens, because that would be an extended period of time that would be too awkward to handle. However, with the storm clouds encroaching, it wouldn't be long at all before the ice whorl was upon them, and only a few more hours after that when it would be over.

Knowing that, Haloren reluctantly nodded. "Sure, if you think that's for the best, let's go." He did think about the delay on Arc's release, but assumed that it would only be a few hours extra at most.

He was wrong.

After the guard took him to some barracks that held a cellar door to the underground dens they called their hibernation shelter, Haloren was left in an open cavern with hundreds of canines, felines, and even some avians. About one in four of the residents scoffed at him as he walked by, disgusted by his presence while still remaining vaguely civil. Half of the locals were indifferent, and the remaining quarter took a keen interest in him, most notably the size of his massive balls swinging between his hind legs. It wasn't until he was assigned a place on a well kept mattress that he was informed of how much of a mistake he had made.

A young looking avian in a scowl with her wings wrapped around her body stepped up close to him, eyes darting around nervously. "What are you doing here?" She asked, deliberately hiding her voice from the others.

Haloren raised his head and shrugged his shoulders. "They said it would be best to stay underground while the storm passed. I didn't want to raise a fuss so I agreed to do as I was advised. No festival is worth potentially angering a country's militant population."

She nodded in agreement before shifting back to deadly serious. "Okay, sure, that makes sense, but now you're trapped underground in our hibernation shelter for a week with literally hundreds of people who would gut you if they had a chance. You'd best watch your back, my felkin friend."

"Wait, what's this about a week? These storms usually only last a few hours, overnight at worst. Why in the world would they keep us all here for a week?" Haloren asked, throat tightening in stress once again. Ever since arriving at the military base he had been sent on quite the trip of emotions, and he didn't like it.

"Yeah, they're saying this might be one of the longest lasting ice whorl's in the region's history, so they evacuated the entire border city, a population of about ten thousand. I heard on the radio that they expect it to last five to eight days, maybe more, and the hibernation shelter is designed to remained sealed off for the duration of the emergency, opening only when the commanding officer opens it. That will only happen when the whorl has dissipated or completely moved on." She brushed her cowl off to reveal her golden yellow and peach feathers, all sparkling in the lights of the underground. "So that means you're stuck here until we're all released and the catastrophe is avoided."

All the warmth and color drained from Halorens face, his heart sinking a little more with every new thing she said. This couldn't be right, he had to go to the festival, and he could weather the storm if he had to! He needed to get out, he couldn't be here.

Especially not with Arc in his balls, constantly distracting him with arousal.

"I should probably leave." He said to the avian.

"Probably, but it's too late now. You were probably the last one to be let in, because by my count the gate was scheduled to be closed about twenty minutes ago. So, I guess you better keep your head low and try to stay out of trouble." She leaned in real close while glancing over at the ballsack squeezed between Haloren's hind legs. "And while the pups won't be able to see who's in your loins, I can, and I have to say it's in your best interest to make sure that the powers that be remain ignorant." With that, she shrugged, turned, and walked away, leaving Haloren in the corner by himself, only with the company of the elemental curled up in his balls, sloshing about in his seed.

He had quite the decision to make at that time. Did he struggle to escape and potentially trigger a negative response to his presence, thus shining a spotlight on his smuggling scheme? Or did he keep quiet, lay low, and suffer through a week long case of ice-elemental blue balls?

Painful as it may have been, he chose to go with the latter.

His extended stay underground in the hibernation shelter was remarkably stressful for a variety of reasons. Not only did he have to try his best to avoid the most ignorant and close-minded of the militarized populace of the border city, but he couldn't make friends without raising suspicions and he definitely couldn't pleasure himself no matter how much stimulation he received from his incumbent guest.

Every minute underground was a form of torture for Haloren, a building need in his loins giving him cramps and making him leak everywhere he went. Others grew suspicious, but he was able to convince them it was just drool, and that felkins weren't used to being so close to what his kind once considered tasty morsels, so he salivated a lot. He had to be careful who he told that to, for there were some who would come at him while he slept, or so he was warned.

In the week underground, not a single person attacked him, which was good, but it only made things more stressful when the gates opened and they were allowed out. With all of the people funneling near the exit, he worried someone might shank him or get too close to his aching balls.

Despite his concerns, his fears, and his desire to remain anonymous - as best a giant blue and red felkin among earthy colored canines and felines could be - it was never a problem aside from some angry looking stares.

The moment the commanding officer let him out, having done so without a traveler's interview, Haloren bolted northeast from the compound and the border city to disappear into the woods as soon as he could, tail brushing behind him to cover his tracks. As he moved, he noticed that the world had mostly returned to what it was before the ice whorl with little bits of ice dangling off the coniferous needles and bark. "Alright Arc, if you're awake it's time to help me out here!"

Before he'd had the opportunity to find himself a comfortable position, his cock was already swelling and unfolding from his sheath in anticipation of the great pleasure that had been building up over the past week. He reached down to grab at his length, stroking and squeezing intermittently as his flare expanded and his length grew to full mast, a torrent of built up precum trickling over his claw and creating webs between his flare and the snow below.

With every stroke of his cock, the gooey mess swirled and the lubricant began bubbling as it exited him. Under most circumstances he would have taken his time, building up to a climax and satisfying orgasm in which he'd happily bask, but the last week had been nothing but slow, steady build up and now it was time to cum like a shotgun blast!

He flopped onto his back and grabbed his member with both front talons, stroking down both sides with the vigor of a rabbit. Before long at all, he felt his groin tighten and his pelvic muscles contract, squeezing the ice elemental construct within him, propelling him through his urethra and out of his expansive flare along with buckets of built up cum all at once in a full bodied orgasmic release, the slimy concoction soaking Haloren's chest and freezing in the snow next to him. He whimpered and shuddered and twitched, every toe and finger curling as the aftershocks of pleasure ravaged his form.

Arc flew headfirst to splat on Haloren's chest with the rest of the cum, his body limp and uncharacteristically icy white as he fell in the snow. He twisted his neck and raised his cum covered hands as he blinked away the mess. His feet and tail tip remained inside Haloren as more and more pearlescent seed trickled out between his three limbs.

As the ice elemental got a look at his hands, he came to quickly realize in his shocked state that he had, in fact turned white! For a moment at first he was convinced this was just because he was covered in felkin cum, but as he brushed the slimy fluids away and got a better look at his fur, he came to see that, no, the white wasn't Haloren's load, but his own body!

He had changed!

Somewhat panicked, he cradled up as much snow as he could, rubbing into it and using it to clean himself off while Haloren remained sidelined and weakened from the orgasmic afterglow built up over the following week. Once he had completely cleaned himself of the spunky, musky mess, he patted himself up and down and eventually gave up trying to get out of this reality. He was white now, and he had no idea how or why. All he could do was stare at his hands while casually asking Haloren, "H-how long was I in there?" Time passed like in a dream while consumed, so he had no way of telling how many days had passed.

The felkin rolled to his side and gave Arc a gentle lick up his arm, tasting his own mess. "About a week. I guess this means you were wrong about your body's ability to change." He gave a playful nuzzle and a smile. "But admit it, your winter coat looks wonderful."

This conjured up many questions deep within Arcturas, none of which he could find the answers while in a remote forest somewhere north of the Kerolioa and InTamos border. He had nothing to say, so he simply shook his head and started walking away.

In one last prank, he used his magic to cover Haloren in an avalanche of snow to make him see what it felt like to be covered in white.