With the cold winds being the only active element in this part of the cold desolate expanse, on the high ridge between the domes F and A in East Antarctica, you could see, right in the middle, what seemed like humans almost buried by the snow.
They seemed to be in a hole and beside them, a few meters away, there was a tent with a snowmobile parked on the side.
The humans did not seem to be breathing, most likely dead from the idiocy of lying naked in the snow in this cold place that seemed to be gunning for the absolute zero just for the sake of it.
Suddenly, the snow covering the humans moved. Between them, small electric snakes made a show jumping around with their source unknown, making one wonder just what opposite elements were having a friction to provoke such an intense static electricity field. The serpentine lightning were so small that only after a great deal of attention would they have been perceived but, even the winds calmed down and everything seemed to be anticipating what was about to come.
The stillness didn't survive for long as the snow was abruptly repulsed, showing the bronze skinned man spooning a white skinned woman inside the hole. The bit of lightning were jumping on the man's skin and, visible to the naked eye, his form went from skinny or rather desiccated to being filled as he was on steroids, becoming like a bodybuilder.
His skin became smooth and his hair became white like the snow from the previous black. Even his visible scars became white lines, giving the impression that he had a white ink drawing on his body. His whole person emanated a feeling of powerful beauty.
Immediately following the changes of the man, the woman he was spooning also welcome some differences. The wounds that she was sporting closed in seconds and her skin became smooth with no scars that became like drawings. Her hair, just chin length, stayed dark but became such any woman would envy its state.
Both the man and the woman stayed like that for what felt like hours before the woman stirred first. She opened her eyes and took in her situation. Her dark eyes showed indifference bordering on apathy but when she looked at the now strong arms that were enclosing her with palms opened on her stomach as if to transmit something to her, heat maybe, her expression softened imperceptibly.
She was about to move when she felt the man stir. She swiftly closed her eyes and controlled her breathing, indirectly influencing her heartbeat. There was only the winds once again, dancing around and welcoming the rousing consciousness of the man.
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When Lucas came to, he felt different. The position he put himself into previously didn't change, neither did his impromptu companion's. Just that the latter's hair was more beautiful and her back, beautifully smooth.
He stood up and immediately found a difference:
'I became taller again.'
He looked at his arms and almost mistook them for belonging to a bodybuilder statue if not for them not shining. Looking at his body, he was ripped with muscles: biceps, triceps, pecs, eight pack, abdominal bands and so on. It was no ugly, but it screamed strength.
'I was right. After bones it is flesh. And maybe skin.'
Pinching himself, he didn't find any difference but he concluded that he must have been using more force than an ordinary person.
Stopping his observation with the thought:
'My life will be spared from danger a while longer since I succeeded. Now I should check her.'
He crouched down and turned her around.
Losing his breath, he almost went hard. First of all, she was breathing and visibly alive. Any trace of the previous abuse disappeared that made her beauty and the allure of her body shine, granted that she was more beautiful than before and more alluring too. Those lips, those pinkish brown buds in the middle of small lakes of the same color screaming for attention above peaks white as snow, that stomach, smooth as it should have always been and more and that forest, at the junction of beautiful straight legs, which darkness contrasted with the whiter skin, stocking his desires and tempting the sinner in him.
*Inhale*(and look for the calming cold.)
*Exhale* 'Lord...'(it wasn't working.)
At this moment, Lucas regretted not being able to battle with the cold anymore. It would have cooled him and saved him from the present excitement. Now that he was maybe immune from it, same as from heat, he could only count on his willpower to avoid looking like a scum in front of a woman that went through well, what happened to her.
Hoping that even the traces that were not convenient for him to check had healed and disappeared, he lifted her up and noticed that she didn't have the same muscles as him and still felt soft. But above that inherent softness was a certain rigidity, and she almost looked like an ice statue or more precisely gave the feeling of one. Maybe he was the same but his skin color made it hard to notice?
'The implications will have to be tested.'
He brought her to the tent where he clothed himself.
'I need to shop for new garbs.'
He just wore the jacket that was not too big for him anymore and put a replacement pants and t-shirt of his on his companion.
'She should also be cold proof. Anyway she is not trembling from it.'
He took down the tent, not out of some civic duty or love of nature, but just to feel more comfortable about eliminating the traces of his passage.
Seeing that she was still not awake, he secured her on his back and tried to start the snowmobile. Unfortunately, it proved unsuccessful after a few tries so he pushed it into the hole the just came out from:
"And this is why I didn't want the car down here. It may have been made to survive here but it can't live here."
He buried the contraption with the snow he displaced previously before breathing and looking around.
"I prefer here to the Sahara. Maybe I will also make a fortress here. Who needs the small north pole? Let that blue boy scoot have it."
Turning around, he went to his car and gently placed his now clothed companion on the passenger seat. After securing her with the security belt, he took his seat and, thankfully, managed to start the beast.
After heating the engine for a while, he violently turned around with a beautiful drift that would have earned him a scolding from his mother. He didn't even learn how to make it and was only abusing the enhancements brought by the baptisms.
Quite unlike him, you could hear from the opened windows his exhilaration as he drove away:
"SIT TIGHT BABES, I'M COMING FOR YOU NEXT. WOOHOO..."