The Race Begins

As the six women assembled at the bottom of the mountain, two of the small sackcloth dolls that were occasionally visible from the corners of their eyes came ambling across the snow dragging a tablet between them. Propping it up, the two dolls seemed to bicker for a moment, shoving each other and wrestling before one of them pushed the home button and the screen lit up, Aurora and Rose visible on the screen.

Rose was sat on a large chair, surrounded by what looked like a dragons hoard of gold, jewels, weapons from the minds of anyone aware of the classic fantasy tropes. Aurora stood next to Rose and smiled out at the contestants at the bottom of the slope.

“In five minutes, I will fire a flare gun that will signal the start of the race. To reiterate, you must reach the top of the mountain, claim your prise and then get back to the bottom and reach the dining hall. If I deem anyone to be pulling ahead too much, I may release one of my ‘blue shells’. However there are other obstacles on the slopes, some natural and others less so.”

Aurora smiled and her veil slipped for a moment, she took a breath and the magic covering her body steadied as she supported herself on one arm of Rose’s throne.

“When I fire the flare, if anyone tries to get ahead before then I will penalise them severely. If you wish to work together or try to hinder one another, that’s part of the game. But beware the audience is watching, so bad faith and betrayal may not be rewarded in the popularity polls and transformation votes.”

Aurora smiled again and the screen shut off, the tall woman slumped a little bit and leaned a hip against Rose’s throne. The season Mistress reached out and took her hand.

“Hey Aurora, you don’t look so good? Are you sick?” Rose squeezed Aurora’s hand as the tall host looked at her with a small smile.

“I’m quite alright Rose, I’ve been spending more time in my workshop than normal. I crafted a set of figurines for the girls on Shar’s season, the one Tracy is on and it took a few late nights is all. I’ll be ok in a day or so, one thing I’ll say for my creator is that she made this body to endure.”

Rose nodded and kept hold of Aurora’s hand, more gently this time as the two of the. Turned towards the countdown to when the flare would launch and the race would begin.

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At the bottom of the slope, Delilah and Charlotte were removing their clothes. They had realised via some testing they had done in the three quarters of an hour since the alter body spell had been cast that they didn’t need clothes at all, such was their increased blood flow and adaptations to the cold. Each young woman had their adventuring gear slung on their backs in the backpacks they had found in their closets.

Rebecca had a thick coat on, her breasts sticking out and flopping wildly with each step she took but otherwise seemed fine, she and Ivy were both looking at each other with a sense of confidence, the sense of foreboding as they had signed the deal with Victoria pushed to one side, each determined to get in the top three bracket today and earn the points and better transformations.

Josephine and Olivia were each wrapped up warm against the cold as well, Olivia was shifting uncomfortably, dressed in a thick fur coat that she was keeping very tightly held together covering her from neck to ankle. None of the contestants were speaking to each other, each in their own small world of preparation.

The blue flare lit up at the top of the slope and the race began.