Dead and Horny Ch. 06

"What's your deal? Your friend is a succubus, and you've got a shapeshifter. You a witch or something?"

"She's dead," Bigfoot said. "I can smell it."

"Hmph." Darren shrugged and started walking away. He had a noticeable limp. "Guess we should get back to the house. Eulalie will start to worry if we aren't back."

"Who?" Dana asked.

"My daughter. Wasn't planning on bringing home company, but you made it past the barrier and you aren't good eatin' so I assume you're safe."

"I'm sorry, what?" It was easy to keep up with Darren, but he stopped next to a pair of trees and turned around.

"Waitin' on you, big guy."

He moved aside to let Bigfoot through, and the sasquatch pushed against one of the trees, causing them to bend apart. The forest beyond vanished and Dana was now looking at a large log cabin in the middle of a field. There was a barn nearby and an old jeep out front.

"You can come through here or go the long way around," Darren told her as he stepped through. "Long way will take you most of the day though."

Dana ran through the portal that Bigfoot had opened, then looked back to see that it had disappeared once they were all through.

"Neat, huh?" Darren asked.

"Not even the strangest thing I'm gonna see this week," Dana replied. "No offense, but it's going to be a fucked up few days."

Darren lifted an eyebrow. "You bringing trouble down on my house?"

"Trouble is a thousand miles away, don't you worry about it." She stopped outside the house and looked up. It seemed nice enough, and she could see that the curtains all looked fancy through the glass. "How long have you been out here?"

"A lifetime." Darren walked up the steps to the front door and pushed. Bigfoot followed him inside, causing the floor to creak, and Dana followed. The interior of the cabin somehow looked bigger than the outside, and hanging from the ceiling were floral arrangements that had been bundled up in thick, white thread.

"This isn't at all what I expected," a woman said from up in the rafters.

"Yeah, well, now we know why they made it through the barrier," Darren replied. "They know the man who owns this place."

"I thought Emily owned this place?" A woman leaned out over the rafters. She had long black hair and pale skin.

"She did, but sounds like she passed. Get down here, Eulalie, may as well get this over with."

"Are you sure?" Her face twisted up in concern.

"This one's got horns and a tail. I don't think it'll be a big deal." Darren coughed and then sat down in a comfortable looking recliner. "Where's your sister at?"

"She's out hunting." Eulalie disappeared for a second and then tumbled forward, her body expanding just before impact. Eight glossy black legs spread wide to arrest her fall, and she stood in front of Dana, her arms nervously held at her sides. Her upper half was that of a woman, but her lower half was that of a spider.

Dana was glad that she was dead. She didn't care about spiders one way or the other, but the sudden shock of Eulalie's appearance would have definitely triggered a scream.

"Hi, I'm Dana." She held her hand out.

"Eulalie." She took Dana's hand and shook it. "I'm an Arachne, in case you were wondering."

"Cool. I'm a...undead." She cast a nervous glance at Darren. He seemed the zombie shooting type, but he also had a spider for a daughter, so who knew what was going through his head.

"Undead?" Eulalie blinked, and Dana watched as a series of eyes along her forehead mimicked the action. "Like a lich? Zombie? Ghoul?"

"Don't be rude," Darren chastised. "We've been hiding out here our entire lives, and the girls don't get much exposure to the outside world. Least they hadn't been until about a decade back when we got satellite internet. They both love to read, especially mythology, and Eulalie here even has a degree in computers."

"Oh." Dana mulled this over and decided to be honest. "Well then, I'm kind of a zombie. One of a kind, actually. Incident with a necromancer."

"Fascinating." Eulalie's eyes shined with excitement. "I had no idea such a thing was real! Well, that's not true. I suspected undead were a real thing because, well, you know."

"Because you're half-spider?"

"No. Because my uncle is Bigfoot." She gestured at the sasquatch. "He's seen a bunch of things and told us a ton of stories, so I figured that most mythical creatures existed in some form or another." Her face darkened and she turned to her father. "Um, Dad, I don't think we have enough food to feed everybody."

"Don't worry," Dana told her. "I don't eat normal food and neither does Lily. Oh, and this is Tick Tock." She held up the clock and a tiny door opened on the front to reveal a hand that waved.

"Wow!" Eulalie leaned in close, her eyes wide in excitement, then took a step back. "I'm so sorry, I'm just excited is all."

"Clearly." Dana couldn't help but smile. "So it's just the three of you who live here?"

"Four," Darren said. "If you count Emery, that is. He's a house imp. He helps around here. He's out hunting with my other daughter. She should be back in the next few hours."

Bigfoot cleared his throat.

"You don't count, the whole world is your home," Darren said. "Fuzzy ass nomad."

"I prefer the term well-traveled." Bigfoot walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He pulled out a pair of beers and then held them up. "Want one?"

"No, I'm...good." Dana watched in amazement as Bigfoot popped the top off a pair of microbrews with his thumbnail and then handed one to Darren.

Bigfoot had just offered her a beer!

"What's wrong with your friend?" Eulalie asked. She moved close to the couch where Bigfoot had set her down. Lily's eyes were fluttering now, and waves of color moved across her skin.

"Good question." Dana sat down in a rocking chair. "I don't know. We were busted breaking into a storage facility to steal some magic items and she mind-melded with an elder god or something like it. Now she's all fucked up."

"You have got to be kidding me!" Eulalie crossed the room and placed her hands on Dana's chair, causing it to tilt forward. "You guys saw an elder god?"

"Eulalie," Darren warned.

"Oh, can it, Dad. I want to hear about it. What did it look like? Was it all tentacles? Did it talk to you?"

Dana grimaced. "Well, I didn't get a good look, but she did. It's why she's all messed up."

"Wow. Wait, don't tell me more, I want to ask about it when Velvet gets back so she can hear, too." Eulalie grinned, then looked at Darren. "Let me get lunch ready." She scurried into the kitchen and started pulling stuff out of the cupboard.

"How did you guys end up here?" Dana asked.

"Long story." Darren smirked, his gaze going distant. "My wife and I were invited to stay out here for our own safety by Emily herself. Eventually the girls came along, and Emily visited a few times, but it's really just been us. Ana passed away a couple of years back, so now it's just us."

"We're pretty isolated," Eulalie said while casually lighting a gas burner. "Dad goes into town for supplies, but we get most of it by hunting. The internet is the only way we get to see the world, because we aren't allowed to leave on account of being number one on the phobia list. Our kind has a bit of a reputation."

"Yeah, mine too." Dana watched as Eulalie threw together a quick stew. "I'm surprised you didn't get invited to live at the main house with the others."

"Others? Like, other Arachne?" Eulalie dropped her ladle and caught it at the last second.

"No, just other creatures," Dana said, but Darren cleared his throat, interrupting her.

"What brings you out here?" he asked.

Dana gave him a brief rundown of her situation. By the time she had finished, Eulalie was done with her stew. A bowl went to Darren and another went to Bigfoot, and she couldn't help but notice that Eulalie kept none for herself. It was early afternoon when the front door opened and a woman crouched down to walk inside.

"What stinks in here?" She had brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and was wearing an orange hunting vest. From the waist down, her body wasn't black or sleek—instead, it was brown and hairy, and her markings reminded Dana of a wolf spider. Once the newcomer saw Dana and Lily on the couch, she froze in place and dropped a bundle on the floor.

"Careful, Velvet, you'll get the floors dirty!" A little gray figure flew into the room ahead of them and hovered in place. "Mother of earth...guests!"

"Velvet, this is Dana and Lily," Darren introduced them. "Dana, this is my youngest, Velvet."

"Hi." Dana stood and offered her hand, but Velvet just stared at her in awe.

"Are you real?" she asked. "Like, you're an actual person?"

"I am."

"Are they staying? Please tell me they're staying."

"For just a week," Dana said. "And then we have to be on our way."

"That's fine!" Velvet clutched Dana's hand in her own. "Oh my god, I have so many questions about the outside world, oh, wow, your friend has horns, and why do you smell—"

"Velvet." Darren pointed at the bundle on the floor. "Get that picked up before Emery has a fit." Even as he said the words, the little imp was trying to drag the bundle himself, frantically flapping his wings.

"Okay, yeah, I'll get it to the cooler. It's a small deer, should be pretty tasty." She picked up the bundle with Emery still attached, then paused to lock eyes with Dana. "But we will talk later. Promise me."

"I promise." She watched Velvet scuttle away and a smile crossed her face. This place was definitely her kind of weird. Across the room, Bigfoot let out a loud belch that rattled the windows, and Dana laughed.

Lily was on her back in the sand, her eyes turned to the night sky. Across the distant waves, she occasionally heard voices as if they were engaged in conversation. Sometimes the words were almost audible, other times they were stretched and distorted until they sounded like a low hum across the dark waters of her imagination.

After the throne room incident, she and Mike had talked for hours. It was difficult for her to remember all the details, but she tried to fill him in on the story of Aladdin and how she came to be. He had listened quietly long into the night, and now the two of them were just enjoying the ambience of the Dreamscape, only occasionally looking out at the dark things in the water.

She had her theories about what they could be, and also wondered if they were related to touching her mind to the ancient one at the bottom of the pit.

"What do you think those are?" asked Mike, pointing at the stars above. "In the real world, they are distant stars that might have planets, moons, or maybe even burned out millions of years ago. But those? This place has day and night cycles, but why the stars at all?"

"I guess I don't follow."

"Well, the sun is there because it's day time. Maybe the sun is like a mental reflex, right? Your brain kind of fills it in. But the stars? All you need for night time is darkness, right?"

"Maybe the stars are there so you know the difference between the night sky and the void. What a stupid question."

"Don't be bitchy. That's not my real question, though. Like, if you flew up there, what would you find? Could you eventually reach a star, or maybe discover it's just a giant light bulb? Things are weird in here like that. Are there other versions of this Dreamscape? Like, could I dream up a planet and go visit it? Well, if I wasn't stuck here, that is."

Lily sat up and looked at him. "I've never really thought about it. Everybody's Dreamscape has its differences, and this one is undeniably yours."

"Kind of. It's my Dreamscape, but it's been stretched to fit what yours may be. So seriously, what do you think they are?"

"I dunno." She laid back on the sand and watched. The stars in the sky sparkled like glittering diamonds, and she couldn't help but wonder. "Maybe they're all copies of our sun."

"Why would you think that?"

"Well...I'm a succubus, and I can jump from dream to dream. Maybe those stars belong to other people who are sleeping right now. And when they wake up, poof! It blinks out of existence. There are billions of people asleep at any given moment. That would be plenty to fill a night sky."

"I think I like that." Mike pointed at the stars above. "It's not that we're actually alone when we dream. It's just that we're too far apart to see each other."

"That's for the best, I can assure you. The last thing you want is some asshole wandering around in your head and fucking up your Dreamscape. Maybe that's why everybody is so far apart, so that you can all have a piece of the universe to call your very own."

"Well, now you have a place of your own."

Lily smiled, then rolled on her side. "Not quite. I've got to share it with you."

He shrugged. "I mean...I'm a pretty good roommate. I clean up after myself, I'll even sweep the sand. Whatever it takes."

"You...you're not connected. To the real Mike, anyway, right?"

He shook his head. "I have all of my memories up until that time on the porch. You know, when we had that wild threesome with Cecilia."

"Ah, yes. Then you did that thing with that weird sex lightning of yours." She looked up at the stars. "But you aren't connected, right? Right now, you're one of two men that know about my past and...well...I don't think I'm ready for you to know. The real you, that is. I don't want you pitying me."

"It's hard for me to even say how he would feel. I've experienced your memories first hand, your pain has become my own. For me, maybe it's pity, but it's also understanding. You used to be someone else and that all got stripped away in an instant. You've been Lily so long that you don't even think about who you used to be."

"That's because I don't really remember anything," she said. "Memories are stored in the brain, and your soul is made up of the important ones. My soul and body were destroyed, so all that's left over are fragments of my time when I was with Aladdin. It's like he only wanted me to remember who I was when I was with him. I don't even remember my own name, I was ordered to forget it, and it has definitely been lost to history. The legends of Aladdin were greatly exaggerated, and don't even get me started on that damn cartoon they made."

"You didn't have a pet tiger?" asked Mike.

"No. But we did fuck on that flying carpet." She arched her eyebrow. "So now that you're here, you're kind of like my conscience now, aren't you? My own personal confidant, someone I can confide in who won't spill any of my secrets?"

He laughed. "You can't hear me when you're awake, though. It's weird, because when you're awake, I feel like I'm sleeping and only catching bits of it. The two of you have gotten into quite a bit of trouble, haven't you?"

"I guess you could say that." She rolled over and onto Mike, pinning him against the sand. "But enough about that. You promise the real Mike doesn't know you're here? There's no weird psychic thing going on?"

"If there is, I'm totally unaware." He held up a three-fingered salute. "Scout's honor."

She appraised him for a moment and grinned. "You're like my personal, pocket Romeo, aren't you?" Then she leaned into him, her lips pressing against his.

He reacted immediately, and his arms wrapped around her waist, his hands exploring her hips and lower back. When she broke her kiss, he smiled up at her from the sand.

"I didn't expect that," he said.

"I didn't either." Looking down at him, she realized it wasn't lust or hunger that drew her to him. No, it was something more. Mike, as a man, defied everything she had come to expect of men in general. While this wasn't something she had been able to bring up in person, this version of him was self-contained and hers alone. He was safe to talk to, and would keep all her secrets. She leaned into him and ran her fingers down his chest as she kissed him once more.

His hands pressed into her breasts, and her corset disappeared. She was naked now, except for her boots, and she dismissed his clothing with a thought. Despite the heat between them, they were content to just kiss, touch and explore each other with their hands. Lily ran her hands through Mike's hair and smiled, twisting strands of his hair around her fingers.

"I don't remember it being this thick," she told him.

"Well, you've got me all excited and it's been awhile." Realization dawned on him. "Oh, my hair. I can't see it, so if you say so. It's not like I need haircuts in here, and it's been nice not having to shave."

Lily laughed and kissed him again, pressing her body against his. He rolled her onto her back and spread her legs apart, then slid down her belly and grabbed her by the ass and started eating her out. She stretched out, pressing her pussy into his mouth while she played with her nipples. As he licked around her clitoris, she gave her breasts a few playful pinches and moaned.

She loved the way he touched her. He took his time, doing little things first and waiting for her reaction. Sure, she could just tell him what she liked, but in all honesty, she didn't have a preference. Her body had been built for seduction, and she enjoyed absolutely anything that was thrown her way.

But what he was doing now was something more. She gasped and ran her hands through his hair, letting out tiny cries as he fingered her. In the moment, all she wanted was to feel him against her, to lose herself in his eyes and drown herself in his lips.

"Get up here," she muttered, and he obliged. When he was eye level with her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him inside of her. He grunted and then kissed her collar bone, and even bit it a little. Her tail wrapped around his waist to hold him against her, and he fucked her slowly, each thrust causing a tiny moan to escape her.

Up above, the stars twinkled in every color known to man, and she couldn't help but notice that some of them shot across the sky and vanished over the horizon. Were those dreamers who had been woken early? It was a new thought, but it faded away when she felt Mike expand inside of her.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"It's the Dreamscape. So, whatever I want." While his thrusts were still gentle, the head of his cock was expanding inside of her and pressing against her g-spot. She was being stretched to her limit, and if she wanted, she could stretch herself to accommodate.

However, she didn't. Instead, she tightened up her vaginal walls and had the soft tissue transform into a series of tongues that licked. The opening of her uterus turned into a mouth that latched onto the head of his cock and sucked, locking him in place inside of her.

"Shit, just when I thought I could pull one over on you," he said with a smile.

"I don't want you going anywhere." She kissed him and held him so tight that he could barely move. Her insides churned around him, and though they were both stationary, she was able to create the sensation of thrusting, licking and sucking inside her body. His engorged cock twitched and vibrated in response, and he moaned in her mouth.

She explored him with her hands, her hands returning and lingering on the curves of his ass. With his muscles tensed, they felt almost like polished marble, and she traced the curves with her hands, then dragged her nails along his hips. She loved how he felt inside her, how full he made her feel, and how he seemed to complete her.

She pulled her mouth of his. "Stop," she told him, then placed her hands on the side of his head. "Look into my eyes."

He obeyed, and she held him close to her, their noses just barely touching. His gasps of delight were often mirrored by her moans, but she wanted more. Their breathing had fallen in sync with each other, and she shifted her insides about even more. The mouth sucking on his cock sprouted a thin tongue of its own, and she teased the opening of his cock with it.