Lyia stared up with pleading eyes, but she couldn't do more than whimper.


The Alpaca girl had been bound tightly, lying down on a metal tray, which in turn was part of a low rolling table. Her legs were bent under her at the knees and fastened to the frame of the table with zip ties spread slightly apart, so she could feel her calves touch her hip.


Her arms were bound similarly, zip ties just below her shoulder kept her flat on her back, while a second pair on her wrists kept her arms next to her sides. She could touch the hooves of her legs that way, but she couldn't reach the ties that kept her in that less than comfortable position.


She couldn't speak. Her mouth was blocked by a gag, tied not only to the back of her head, but the straps were also fastened to the table itself, locking her head in place. She could squirm, arch a bit, although that put a lot of strain on her already very uncomfortable legs, but no, she couldn't really move, anywhere.


"Shhhhh, it's OK." Master spoke, and brushed his claw over her large belly. She could feel her Cria stir inside her. She wasn't more than a month from birth, but now... Lyia sobbed, and tears formed in her eyes, as she strained feebly in her bonds. It was so definitely not OK.


"I'm sad, too, I'd have loved to keep you." he told her and petted her head with a loving gesture. "But there's some things beyond my control, and I can't take any of you with me. Don't worry though, I'll gonna store you in perfect condition, and when I'm back, we're gonna have a feast, you and me, and your little one. I'm sure you're gonna taste awesome."


The feline spoke with such a soothing, loving voice, Lyia couldn't possibly hate her master, not even now. His hands brushed through her thick wool along her sides, then to the thinner layer on her belly.


"You know, I guess it would be kind of a waste to leave all that wool. You know what? Let's get you shaved, and I'm gonna take your fleece with me. Then I can put it in my pillow and sleep on your soft coat every day. Would you like that?"


Their eyes met. Even through the tears, master could tell that Lyia couldn't say no to that. He had shaved her often, although in different circumstances, it had always been such a pleasant experience.


He rolled her to a different room than originally intended, then unfastened her binds with scissors. She couldn't stand up, her legs had fallen asleep from being bound in that position for the last half hour, but he was kind enough to help her to a sitting position. Then he approached her with the shaver. It had scissoring teeth on one side that cut against each other in two rows. Surely it would have hurt horribly if master had cut her with it, but she didn't even flinch, as he started to lift her wool and shave it off in stripes. First on her legs, then on her thighs.


It felt exciting. A warm tingling feeling in her loins. He had her lay down on her back and lifted her hip a bit to shave her tail. She felt herself getting moist, cool air brushed over her now very exposed nether lips. There were already almost no hairs on her udder that was now slowly swelling and changing shape - from the almost unnoticeable soft mound of a girl into the live giving pleasantly firm milk bags of a mother. She loved those changes in her, and at the same time she was devastated she'd never see them to completion.


Master shaved around them carefully. He nipped her only once or twice, accidentally,  but she tried not to flinch. More and more of her fur accumulated on the ground. He was now shaving her back, those long, warm strands that kept her a bit too warm on many summer days.


Inside here, there was climate control, she was actually feeling chills, shivering even, now that that her fur was off. Only a thin fluffy layer remained, so thin, her skin was visible, shining through it.


After her arms, he did her neck. She lifted her head, closed her eyes and sighed to the caressing sensations. Last came her mane, the thick wool of her head that always fell over her face.


"There, all done." he said with a smile, and pressed a finger against her soft nose to have her lay back down. She didn't complain, after all he hadn't taken out the ball gag from her mouth.


Then she felt the zip ties being re-fastened. The metal table under her back now felt doubly uncomfortable and cold, that she no longer had her thick fur as padding. She felt herself getting goose bumps on her exposed, plump belly and her arms.


She still didn't know what he was planning to do to her. Was he going to kill her? But why the table? It all didn't make sense. All she knew was that he'd be gone for a long time. For her it would be forever because she was going to be nothing but food.


A chill went down her spine, as he slid open the thick metal door. The chill came with the air that rushed out and was below freezing. Lyia couldn't turn her head, but what she could see from the corner of her eye made her heart freeze with fear.


There were all the others. All the other slaves, Mary the sheep, also shaved. She was just sitting in the corner slumped. Ted the dog was bound, laying on the ground. The deer twins were hanging upside down, their legs hooked to a rail on the ceiling. Further back, there was a skinned carcass, it took her a bit to recognize it as one of the foxes, bereft of his fur as well as his guts. His sister was there, too, but chopped into bits and stacked in a corner. The lizard girl was crouched together in another corner, her back turned to the entrance.


But all of them were frozen solid. Frost had formed on their skin. Open eyes stared blankly and solidly. Mouths were open and showed tongues, coloured blue.


"See, they are all here. You are the last, since you're my favorite hottie, I just couldn't bring it over my heart to butcher you. You'll be fine, just wait for me until I come back in two weeks. I will watch over you, laying there and waiting, I watch over everything, see?"


He pointed at the camera. A red LED blinked under the lense. There were two of them in the corners of the freezer room.


She whimpered, she sobbed, and she felt her tears freeze on her cheeks and a biting cold eat into her exposed skin, as he rolled her right to the center of the room.


His fur, his hand felt so warm, as he wiped a tear of her face, gave her one last pet on her chest, and even a kiss. A kiss from her master.


And then the large metal door slid close with a clunk, followed by the chilling sound of a locking lever sliding into place. The inside of the door was completely smooth, no handle, no lock, no way to get out, even if she managed to get free.


And it was so cold. Every second she laid there was torture. A torture that got worse, as some machinery started to hum behind her and started to blow air through the room. Biting, burning icy cold air. It felt so cold that it hurt. And slowly, slowly the metal of the cart she was one turned cold as well.


Lyia started to shiver. Her cramped legs trembled, her belly jiggled, her breast heaved and her jaws trembled against the ball gag. It would have had her teeth clatter if they hadn't been pushed apart. It was so cold it hurt her eyes and her nose to breathe in that air.


'I'm not gonna last long', she realized. 'Just lay there and let the cold claim me, then it's over', she told herself. But there was something, someone, disagreeing with that.
Her unborn must have sensed that something was wrong. It stirred in her, started moving, kicking, boxing against her belly from within in such a way her entire belly did little jerks.


Lyia clenched her eyes and teeth and for the first time she had been bound strained against the zip ties with all her might. Her instincts overrode the decision to just obey her master and succumb to death. She had to protect her little Cria. She had to fight. And so she did. The zip ties dug into her arms and cramped legs, as she strained so hard, she didn't even see the movement behind her.


It had taken her so long, one might have missed it even if looking directly at it, but Xaia had moved. She had turned around, and then slumped forward on her hands.


Her frost covered fingers didn't open, nor did she feel anything in her hands. Or her feet. Or her legs. She was also not really awake, or capable of thinking. Her mind was working in emergency mode. Seek warmth, it commanded, and, feeling the radiating heat on her sensitive but very cold skin, she didn't even need her eyes to know which way to move.


She hadn't breathed in ... maybe hours. Only now that she had to move, her lungs took a hesitant gulp of air. The cold that came with it almost brought her move to a halt, but... her heart kept beating. One slow beat at a time. About the same pace she managed to put one hand in front of the other. In slow motion.


When she finally reached the table on its wheels, the moans and fight of the Alpaca girl had already grown weaker. But she was still hot. Bright, burning, life bearing heat. At this moment, her frozen body urged for that heat like a starved vampire urged for blood. She couldn't pull herself up on the table anymore, but hooking her arm around the frame up to the elbow and pulling still did the trick.


Lyia opened her eyes, panting, when she felt a motion that she hadn't started. Her gaze went wide, when she recognized the lizard girl.


Xaia had always been the odd ball. Master didn't seem to like her much and tortured her a lot, but yet had kept her for years. She didn't mingle much with the other slaves and didn't talk a lot. Yet Lyia still knew from the very few times Xaia had shown something like emotion, that the lizard was - deep down - a kind and good natured spirit. And - odd as it seemed, despite her scales covered in frost and her hands and feet looking as if they were frozen solid, with her eyes closed and ice crusted over, there was somehow still life in her. She couldn't tell how long the girl had sat in that corner already, it must have been hours, while master was playing with her. But yet, she was alive.


Alive and putting her weight against the table she was on. She and her baby, weighing her down. But slowly, slowly, the table tilted sideways. A degree, another, while Xaia exhaled with a grunted hiss. And then suddenly gravity was on Xaia's side. Lyia screamed through her gag as she felt herself fall, and then the table landed on his side, and Lyia's big belly yanked her hard against her restraints.


It could have been worse though. Lyia didn't land on the floor, she landed on the Lizard girl, who curled together around her like a wounded worm.


She was so ... cold! It was as if Xaia was entirely made of ice. Her scales were so cold, the touch hurt. Still, it was better than the sensation of burning freezing death that she felt in one spot where her knee touched the actual metal floor. It felt as if that one spot could suck all the warmth out of her, until after a few seconds she couldn't even feel the burning spot anymore.


She did feel Xaia. Xaia curled around her, embraced her, leeched the warmth out of the shivering Alpaca's belly. And still, Lyia was glad for the embrace. Glad for touching something alive in that dead cold chamber.


Xaia's heartbeat sped up. Slowly though, but steadily, Lyia's blood warmed her own, made it run easier, reach parts of her body that had succumbed to the cold and sent the sensations of being stung with a thousand tingling ice needles through her. It hurt so badly she would have cried, but she was too weak. And instinctively it was good pain. It was a pain that told her she was to live a bit longer.


The lizard girl opened her eyes, blinked, and tried to remember where she was. She took a ragged breath, then tried to flex her fingers. Her hands were still frozen blocks, burning, hurting. She dug them deeper into Lyia's burning hot belly, hoping desperately that life would return to her fingers. They'd grow back if it didn't, but she needed them now.


"Mhmmmmmm...." Lyia tried to speak, but the ball gag didn't let her. Meanwhile Xaia had found the source of the heat. Where it was strongest. She dug her frozen fingers into the gap between the Alpaca's legs.  She felt the Alpaca tense. And that was good, because it meant sensation returned to her fingers.


One ragged breath later, it was Xaia's turn to speak. "He got you, too... The bastard put us all here to freeze. I'm sorry, I didn't want to cold you, I... I need you."


"Mmmmhmmmm" Lyia answered and strained against her bounds.  She was still hanging in them on her side, and her joints felt as if they were to break.


"I'm sorry. Let me ..." Xaia answered, and then released her only heat source in order to push the table back upright. Lyia felt her world turn back to right side up, and the strain in her tortured limbs reduced.


"We need to get you off that table. It's too exposed..." she spoke matter of factly and tried to pull one of the straps that held Lyia's head in position. She felt the pull in her cheek, tugging her to the left, while the strap on her other side didn't want to let her go.


"I can't get it to open." Xaia complained after a few rather uncomfortable attempts. She had to warm her frozen fingers some more, and Lyia eeped, as once more Xaia shamelessly used her most private place as a heat source.


"Don't worry, I'll find something." the lizard girl spoke confidently, then let go and went to the back of the freezer room. She came back with a frosted over metal hook, like the one that the frozen bodies of the deer hung from.


Lyia feared for a second the lizard would try to use it to pull at the ties which would have made them cut into her skin, but Xaia had something else in mind. She just twisted the ties until their lock was over the table's metal frame, then smashed it as hard as she could. It made loud banging noises, and Lyia's unborn twisted and complained. She felt so cold...


Suddenly the tie on her shoulder that Xaia had been torturing loosened. A tugging sensation later, and it was off.


Lyia whimpered. Her legs felt like they were freezing off. Her hooves felt all cold to her touch, yet she still could barely move. 'Hurry....' she thought and looked at Xaia with pleading eyes.


The lizard girl just kept working methodically. A second tie, and Lyia had one arm free, but it didn't help her much. She tried to undo the strap that held her mouth gag, but it wasn't until Xaia had freed her other arm that she had any success. She managed to slip out of it, and it staid behind, still bound to the table. Now only her legs were bound.


"Thank you..." she said. Xaia smiled at her. "You just saved my life, for now. But you need to stay warm somehow or we still both die. I'm already getting cold again, can I warm my fingers a bit more before I get your legs free?"


Lyia blushed and nodded. As expected, Xaia once more used her crotch as a heat source. Xaia's fingers felt like icicles. It would have been thrilling, if not her entire surroundings had been so deadly cold.


That moment the cold-machine again hummed to action, trying to fight the heat Lyia introduced into the ice cold chamber. They didn't have much time.


Four zip ties later, Lyia tried to stand up. But her legs didn't respond.


"I can't move..." she whined with trembling legs. Xaia came to aid and embraced her to lift the weight of her heavy pregnant belly of her legs. The lizard girl still felt like a living ice block. But together, they managed to get her far enough. The table once more toppled over with a clatter, but this time Lyia landed in Xaia's arms, her hot belly pressed into the lizard girl's frozen loins, her steaming breath going over Xaia's cold shoulders. Her hooves touched the floor, she felt the burning cold even through her nails.


And slowly, slowly, life seemed to return to her legs.


"We need to get out of here." Lyia whispered.


The hum stopped, the machine had succeeded in returning the ambient temperature to whatever arctic temperature it had been set to.


Xaia shook her head sadly. "I tried. It doesn't open from the inside. We'd need tools, maybe even an arc welder."


Lyia glanced around, across the horrid remains of her fellow slaves. "Then... can we break it? So it doesn't make it so cold?  I don't want to die. I ... I have to keep my baby warm."


Xaia hugged her, leeching a bit more warmth from the shivering Alpaca. "I know. You're the last, if you die, too, I'm gonna turn into an ice block. I'm scared."


Lyia's glance fell on the cameras. The LED blinked coldly, the light didn't spend any warmth. Maybe master watched her. But likely not now. Likely he would only watch it later.


She didn't want to defy master. Master wanted them to wait for his return. And then he wanted to eat them. She didn't mind, she would gladly feed herself to master, if only her unborn Cria were to live, she'd cook herself alive. At least she wouldn't be so cold...


Breaking the cooling room was wrong. They would have to be punished. But ... maybe he'd let her little one live. It wasn't at fault, right?


Lyia freed herself from Xaia's cold embrace and went to the back where the machine pushed in cold air through slots near the ground. Warmer air was sucked out through more slots near the ceiling, and both were covered in frost. The very metal of that wall was so cold, it burnt when you touched it.


"The mechanism is somewhere behind that wall." Xaia explained. "I tried to stick one of those hooks in, but it doesn't fit."


Lyia looked at the pieces of fox meat. She took one of the frozen meat blocks, which seemed to have been a girl's chest and placed it in front of the slots. Then a thigh next to it.


Xaia understood what she was up to and brought more pieces. But it wasn't enough. So together they unhooked one of the deer from the ceiling and placed her belly first in front of the slots.


Finally they pushed everything they could find in between and into the gaps. Even the frozen sheep girl and the dog were all draped against the deep cold back wall.


Lyia's breath made small clouds as she labored. Soon her breath formed a layer of frost on the floor and the frozen slaves bodies and parts. Her fingers and hooves burnt, and she still was freezing, but at least the work kept her warm.


Xaia on the other hand moved slower and slower. "Are you alright?" Lyia asked her, holding her belly. Her own fingers were freezing, but inside her hot belly she felt her baby kick it's hooves, alive and warm.


"I ... 'm ...   so cold..." Xaia answered. She dropped the fox arm she had tried to shove into a gap and turned to Lyia. Wonderful, warm, hot, radiating, live bearing Lyia.


Xaia's embrace felt once more like embracing an ice block. It sucked the warmth out of Lyia's skin, but at least she could feel how Xaia came back to life the moment she touched something warm. Her stiff arms embraced her, squeezed her, even Xaia's heartbeat sped up as it was fueled by Lyia's body warmth.


"Thank you..." Xaia said, blushing. "I can't help it. Even if I move, I can't warm up like you. I slowly turn to ice, even if I were to run. I don't even notice how everything gets slower and slower until everything stops. It's scary..."


The tears in Xaia's eyes weren't fake.
"It's OK, I can keep you warm. We can keep each other warm..." she whispered back. As cold as Xaia was to the touch, she was warmer than the air, warmer than the dead cold metal.


Then the machine came back to life and air hissed in through the cracks and gaps in their pile of frozen bodies. It wasn't the rushing onslaught of cold that there used to be. The cold only crept through in the crevices and gaps and slowly made its way from there. But the hum of the device didn't stop until it had reached every corner. Frost covered the obstacles in its path, but when the device finally turned off, mindlessly satisfied with the restoration of the arctic temperature in the room, Lyia and Xaia realized the futility in their attempt.


"I don't wanna die..." this time it was Xaia who sobbed into Lyia's ears. Lyia's could barely feel them. Her long ears burnt with cold, but the sensation became less and less, even though that was a body part that hadn't been shaved.


She felt her fur stand and form goosebumps on her chest and belly, even where she touched Xaia.


None of them said anything. They supported each other as they made their way to what was the warmest corner in the room. The corner Xaia had been sitting in for the last hours. Or had it been a day? She couldn't even tell, it was too cold.


With the master gone, there was no need for deception. The frozen hip of the fox girl, it made a better pillow than the frozen metal floor. Lyia sat on it and felt her butt cheeks thaw the frozen meat that once had been her friend's loins.


Xaia sat on her thighs and wrapped her cold legs around her, hugging her belly. Slowly, ever so slowly, Xaia's scales and flesh warmed up until she reached Lyia's body temperature. Lyia shivered and felt her baby kick.


"Did you feel it?" she asked.


Xaia nodded with tears in her eyes, then bent forward to embrace Lyia as closely as possible. But her shaved back was still exposed. It was as if the cold back metal wall, only inches away from her was sucking the heat from her. Not that it would have been any better if she turned around, then the ice cold air that the machine blew into the room every now and then made her freeze.


For a long time they just sat and felt each other, the fleeting warmth that their bodies could give to each other. The baby's kicks. Each other's heartbeat. And their slow breath. Breathing hurt, the air was so cold.


"I... I can't feel my hooves." Lyia said. She tried to wriggle her legs, but there was just no sensation.


Xaia rubbed her hand over Lyia's back. She felt so cold, but Xaia's fingers were again like ice. Hard and ... lifeless...


"I know. I can feel my legs freeze solid. I'm becoming ice..."


Lyia couldn't believe it. But when she touched Xaia's legs, she saw the girl spoke the truth. Her legs were hard as ice, even with their bellies still warming each other.


Lyia had stopped trembling a while ago. She didn't even feel the cold as bad anymore. Holding on to Xaia even felt nice. She tried to pet her, but she had no sensation in her fingers.


"Thank you..." she whispered. "I love you..." she added.


The baby in her belly stirred. It had done so less often in the last minute, as if it was falling asleep. Everyone would go to sleep. Warm, soothing sleep.


"You're dieing." Xaia told her. "I can feel it. It felt the same with Mary. You're gonna fall asleep, and then your heart stops."


Xaia's words were a whisper. But the chill in their meaning still pulled Xaia back out of her drowsiness. "No... not yet. I'm feeling fine. I'm not even cold anymore."


Xaia giggled. "Nah, it's me who isn't cold anymore. Because you are as cold as I am. But you shouldn't be that cold. You can't live like that. But thanks for the extra time you gave me. It was nice. Thanks for your warmth." Xaia stuck her frozen fingers into Lyia. Down between her legs, and started slowly to dig them in and out. It was nice, but she had been right, the frozen fingers no longer felt cold. Only a bit chilly.


Lyia didn't want to have it. "No, I can't die, my baby!"


Lyia's mind fought in defiance, even though she couldn't get her body to move, hardly form the words.


"It's OK. Your baby is going to fall asleep with you. It won't suffer."


"But, what about you?"


Xaia laughed weakly. "I'm gonna keep hugging you for warmth, until you are as cold as the others. Then I won't be able to move anymore, so I guess I'm gonna fall asleep too. My brain doesn't work when it's really cold anyway. It's like being really really drunk, while time gets slower and slower, or everyone else moves faster and faster. And then it stops. I was almost gone when you came, I am not afraid anymore.


For a while Lyia didn't say anything. She just listened to both their heart beats. She sighed and flexed her hip around Xaia's pleasant but cold touch. She was so drowsy, but she mustn't sleep, she knew. She wouldn't wake up.


Her baby was awfully still inside her. Had it gone to sleep yet? She was feeling numb, where she used to feel her baby.


Then she realized that she only felt one heartbeat. Had Xaia died on her? For a second she was afraid for the lizard girl, until she realized, no her hand was still moving inside her. It was her own heart that must have stopped. How odd. Drowsy, she tried to will it to make another beat. Badump.... Badump... It actually worked. She could keep herself, and Xaia alive, with her will alone... With a weak smile and sigh of relief, she felt sleep overcome her, finally and irresistively. She didn't notice that her heart had stopped again, or that she hadn't breathed in a minute. She just dozed away into a warm dream that became darker and deeper in an all-embracing spiral of dizziness.


Xaia gave her a kiss, but the sleeping Alpaca didn't feel it anymore. Then she took her fingers out of the girl and stuck them into her own cloaka. Warm and nice and moist from the mammals snatch, it felt nice. And now without anyone but the cameras watching, she was going to have some fun, until she became too cold to feel anything.


She turned around and rested her back against Lyia's still warm body, her frozen legs agape, she sat on the deep cold floor and fingered herself. Like that she looked up at the camera and showed her frozen other hand to the lens. She had stuck out her middle finger a while ago. It was frozen in the appropriate position, and she would still be giving him the sign a few weeks later, when he retrieved her frozen corpse. Her warmer hand inside her, giving her pleasure as long as she felt it. And the satisfaction of defiance even in the long hours after, while her heart slowly froze solid.