SIDE PIECE

The Ice Challenge

O the moon made the cold bearable

Yvette stood under it like stone

Her breath visible but her eyes hidden

Buried in a hood, lined with fur

From the sounds of crushed snow

Emerged her foe.

Her name was Ivy but it didn't fit her

For her skull was big and her waist slim

She challenged Yvette via PM

To take the ice challenge.

Now these two rum drunk Maidens

Put there sorrows in the future

And let the green of their madness

Grow in the pits of their guts.

Ivy removed her coat, staring at the other girl with audacity in her eyes

She removed her peach skullcap as well

Her eyes were blue and cold.

Yvette was younger by 18 days but she had more piercings in her ears.

Ivy kept undressing, the wind kept blowing

By the time her tyts came out, Yvette had removed her coat.

It was Girl vs. Girl, all alone save a camera person and whatever crawls in winter.

Yvette sped up her stripping and turned away from Ivy's nakedness.

Ivy smirked and removed her last sock.

The moon threw it's light down in a silver brightness but it carried no heat.

The park was abandoned and offered seclusion to the gladiators.

Each of them now stood in their shower clothes.

Yvette turned to face her challenger.

She shook but did not let her frailty win

She plunged into the snowbank

She begin burying herself. It burned.

Ivy the Bold apes her competitor's move

And soon she was beneath the frozen field of Celsius trending down.

They stared each other down now.

It was a game of 'chicken' and not fun.

Ivy felt it all and cursed. Her nose and ears showing red pigment beneath the skin.

She was the bigger of the two but she was melting faster.

Yvette was still and looked at Ivy with a hatred driven by love.

Finally Ivy burst from the snow and scrambled for her clothing.

Yvette did not. She smiled a sinister Grinch grin.

"Say it" her voice was icy and deep. Too deep for one so petite.

Ivy froze in her tracks and tried to control her quivering lips.

"Y-y-you w-win" the loser sputtered out.

"And what else?"

Ivy hung her head then and buttoned up her jeans.

"You w-w-win and Billy is all yours" Ivy said.

In the stillness of that winter night Yvette lay packed in a dare and refused to budge. Her love for Billy was that strong and it outlasted her little body.
She never took her eyes off of Ivy even when Ivy started to walk away.

"He's all mine!"

"He's all mine!"

When she could no longer see her foe Yvette freed herself from the snow slowly. A shadow came closer and soon the camera was close enough for her to touch. Ivy smiled with terror and pride fighting in her face. The camera zoomed in on her bush, then up to her chest, and finally it rested on her face.

"Take me home Billy".

THE END