Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 037

Yuki put her hands out, trying to grab onto the sides of the tub, but she couldn't get a decent grip. Instead, she buried her hands in Emily's hair, holding her in place as Yuki's whole body flooded with vibrations. She let go of Emily and dragged her claws along the tub, leaving deep grooves.

When she came, it was with a rush of heat to her loins, and her thighs squeezed Emily like a vice. Yuki's growl echoed off of the walls until she let out a guttural moan, her body letting go of all of its tension. The surface of the water sparkled as if glitter floated on its surface, and the foxfire climbed the walls of the room like magical slugs, breaking free of the wall to hover overhead like Will-o-wisps.

"Wow!" Emily's head broke the surface of the water. She rubbed her jaw, massaging it by the joint. "I didn't think your legs were so strong."

"I like to think I'm still full of surprises." Yuki sat up in the tub, a mischievous grin crossing her face. "Turn around for me? I want to see that wonderful ass of yours."

"Ooh, someone's getting bold." Emily faced away from Yuki, her ass rising from the water. Rivulets of water flowed off of the sides of her juicy curves, and she wiggled her golden muff back and forth, her swollen labia dripping with her own fluids.

"It's easy being bold when you feel like you've won the lottery." Yuki smacked her on the ass playfully, then buried her face in Emily's cunt.

"Oh, you're good at this," Emily told her, pushing back into Yuki's face.

From here, Yuki felt like she was smelling the very depths of Emily's soul. Her magic, her spirit and her body all existed in this place, the taste and smell flooding Yuki's head with information. The kitsune inhaled it all, letting her tongue roll across Emily's clitoral hood. Able to sense Emily's arousal on such an intimate level, she established a set of movements meant to maximize pleasure.

The water of the tub swirled around them. For a second, Yuki wondered if Naia had returned, but soon sensed that the response came from Emily alone. She had clearly attuned herself to the nymph, able to replicate her abilities with ease.

"Mmm, don't stop," Emily begged, bracing herself against the faucet.

Grinning inwardly, Yuki stroked her own clit, willing it to elongate. She felt it engorge with blood, stretching well past its limits. The process itself was pleasurable, and she moaned into Emily, distracted by the sensation.

"Ooh, what are you doing back there?" Emily looked over her shoulder, but Yuki slapped her on the ass again.

"Turn around," she growled. Satisfied that Emily wasn't looking, Yuki sat up, water dripping free of the massive cock she had grown. It was shiny and pink, the base of it surrounded by her stretched out labia. Just as Emily was about to turn around again, Yuki grabbed onto her ass with both hands and plunged herself into Emily's soaking wet vagina.

"HOLY FUCK!" Emily's back arched and the water in the bath exploded outward, soaking the room in water.

Yuki fucked her frantically, fighting the urge to come again so soon. Her new cock was hypersensitive, and the pressure it put on her g-spot every time she pushed into Emily was incredible.

"Oh, Yuki, you're perfect," Emily cried, pushing backward for more. Yuki pounded her for several minutes, the air filling with steam and glitter. Emily's moans grew steadily louder, the water level in the tub slowly dropping away.

Just when Emily was about to come, she reached a hand back and grabbed at Yuki's shaft. Yuki grunted, enjoying the sensation of Emily's fingers, but was caught off guard when those fingers slid down the base of her cock and found her tight vaginal opening.

"Oh my—" Yuki's breath was taken away when Emily hooked her fingers inside of Yuki's narrow vagina, pulling Yuki forward by her g-spot. Every time Yuki slammed forward, her cock tingled with pleasure and heat. When she rocked back, her vaginal walls were pulled at by Emily's fingers, filling her groin with pressure.

She didn't last.

Growling again, Yuki buried herself in Emily and howled in sexual release. As if on demand, Emily responded with a cry of her own, the glittery steam swirling around and scattering the foxfire into glowing motes that filled the air like fireflies. Both of them came for several seconds, their magic swirling above their heads and mixing together. The lights flickered and went out, giving Yuki the impression that they now floated in space, the stars of the universe now watching them.

Leaning forward on Emily, Yuki's cock deflated, transforming slowly back into her clit. Emily slid from beneath her and they held each other. In the faux starlight, the only sounds to be heard were their breathing and the dripping of water.

Eventually the lights came back on, revealing that they had made an absolute mess of the bathroom. Yuki was able to casually extinguish the foxfire, and the water that had been splashed around the room began a slow crawl back into the tub to drain properly.

Several quiet minutes passed. Yuki felt tears on her own face, but left them. Tears of joy were special, and she didn't feel like casually discarding them just yet.

"C'mon. Let's go somewhere a little more comfortable." Emily stood up, the leftover water running down her legs.

Yuki let out a laugh. "You'll have to wait a second. My legs are crazy tired."

"You can lean on me." Emily put her hand out. "Always."

Yuki stared at the hand before her for several seconds, and then took it, her heart racing. Emily helped her out of the water, pulling her into a naked embrace. Their lips met once more, warmth flowing back and forth between them. Emily broke away, hugging Yuki tightly against her.

"That was... special," Emily whispered in Yuki's ear.

Her heart soared, and the fur along her arms and legs rippled much like the applause of an audience. Before this moment, she had never known what it meant to be complete. "I hope it can be special again."

"Oh, it will be." Emily broke away and tugged on Yuki's hand, pulling her toward the bed. "Maybe I can show you a few tricks of my own."

"I would really like that." Yuki followed, stopping only long enough to pick up the book that Emily had set down. "So what did you bring me?"

"Oh, that. It's an illustrated edition of Alice in Wonderland. It was my favorite book growing up and I thought you might like to read it. It's about a girl who stumbles into a world where nothing makes sense, but in a weird way, it kind of does."

Yuki smiled. "I think I know that feeling." With those words, she let Emily pull her toward the bed, the world around her melting away as the memory came to an end. The world was now darkness and heat, and it took a few seconds for her to realize that she had drifted off.

She opened her eyes, tossing the rag away from her face in disgust. That first time with Emily had been special, but now she saw it as poison, a stain on her soul that had blinded her to the truth. She stood up, water flowing from her body and onto the floor as she got out. After getting dressed, she stormed into the bedroom and cast a nasty glance at the spot Emily had died.

"I wish I could forget you, too." When she slammed the bedroom door behind her, it suddenly occurred to her how still the house was. Night had fallen and nearly all the lights were off, but the silence was the worst. This place was almost never quiet, yet now it wasn't much different than the tower had been.

Had she exchanged one prison for another? Descending the stairs, she flipped all of the lights on as she went. Out in the front yard, she looked at the statues of the others, then out at the street. A jogger went by, which she found odd for this time of night, but anybody who chose to run for fun was pretty weird to begin with.

It took Yuki only a few minutes to move the rats into the backyard, but Sofia took longer. She moved the cyclops carefully through the house using magic to levitate the statue, wary of chipping or cracking the stone. While she was still a statue, she could be uncursed with no harm done, but a crack could become a serious injury. Sofia got set next to Naia's fountain.

Abella couldn't be moved. A permanent frost had settled over the house, so Yuki shaved the ice block down to a reasonable size and then built a snowman on top of her to hide her in plain sight. She wasn't worried that it was almost eighty degrees outside of the front yard, the geas would take care of the details.

The jogger went by again. He only paid her a cursory glance, but she couldn't help but feel that he was actually seeing her and what she was doing. She didn't like that at all.

The sundial was slowly counting down. Yuki grabbed it and tried to give it a spin, but it didn't budge. Frustrated, she set up some wards of her own underneath the lions. If someone walked in, she would know and deal with them accordingly. Just to be safe, she spent some time creating giant ice blocks along the walls that she could smash together to crush an intruder from the sides.

Satisfied that the front yard was secure, she went back inside and to the wardrobe. Using the key to unlock it, she stepped through and waited a few minutes for Daisy to arrive. Puzzled that the fairy was missing, she checked to make sure the Jabberwock was still standing guard and then went back through the trees to the house, locking the wardrobe again and tucking the key away.

She couldn't bear to sleep in Emily's bed, so took up a spot on the couch downstairs, her ears turned toward the closet in case the others managed to thaw the pool. A pair of tarot cards were kept close at hand in case she needed to summon some magic at a moment's notice. Lying there, she yawned wide enough that her mouth elongated and her jaw cracked. Promising to close her eyes for just a few minutes, her mind, her head filled with images of a strange room in a house full of game pieces. She wandered from room to room, pursued by the shadow of a tall woman who kept holding up a shining gem.

Her wards went off.

Bolting upright, she squinted against the bright light streaming through the front windows. How long had she slept? Sliding off of the couch, she winced, rubbing her lower back. She had fallen asleep on one of her tails and her spine was now all out of whack. Stumbling up to the front door, she took a moment to compose herself, tucking the tarot cards out of sight. Silencing the blaring alarm in her head, she opened the door and walked outside, commanding her outfit to change into a set of white robes.

There were several of them, standing there in broad daylight, men wearing different outfits. Some were in regular clothes, but a few were in uniform. A pair of garbage men, a man carrying bibles, and even a police officer. They had spread across the yard, each one staring in her direction. Three of them stood between her and the sundial. She recognized the jogger, then realized that she recognized all of them. They had the exact same body and face, that of a blond man with a neatly trimmed mustache. One of them wore a white suit and carried a cane and he stepped forward from the group.

"I wouldn't even bother yourself." He smirked, leaning forward on the cane. "The others are already on their way."

"The others? What others?" Yuki yawned, revealing her teeth. "I'm sorry, but apparently I overslept. Are you the one who set off my wards? What time is it?"

The intruder shook his head and three of the men near her rushed forward. Now that they were close, she could smell his magic. These were golems made of sand, simple but effective, and they were nearly at the steps. She sent out a pulse of magic, and the ice spikes hidden beneath the snow burst forth, impaling them vertically in place.

The intruder seemed taken aback. "Surround her, take her out."

Yuki tossed a pair of tarot cards into the front yard, where they vanished into the snow. Thick, wooden roots swirled upward, forming into a pair of men, one distinctly shorter than the other. Long staves burst out of the ground, and the elementals armed themselves.

The Knight of Wands rushed forward, crashing into a police officer, while the Page of Wands speared the jogger with a staff, tossing him to the side. The front yard was essentially one big mana pool for Yuki to draw upon, now that it was covered in a foot of snow, so she summoned some snowmen as well. The men on spikes turned into sand and fell free, reforming at the bottom. She was able to freeze one in place, but not before another one pulled out a pistol and fired.

The Knight of Wands took the bullet for her, stumbling back before rushing forward and taking out her attacker. The golems were now becoming more fluid to avoid her attacks, so Yuki summoned the King and Queen of Wands. Atop their heads, they wore a crowns of wood, and they crashed into the invaders.

The one with the cane drew a blade out of it and charged at Yuki. The Queen intercepted him, but he made a gesture with one hand that sent her flying back and through the front window of the house. A few more golems showed up in a car, driving right through the open gate, and a few of the ones already there were starting to glow. Whoever was controlling them was now funneling massive amounts of magic into them.

Two golems grabbed onto the King of Wands and exploded, spraying the yard with debris. The blast knocked Yuki off her feet, and they swarmed in toward her. Hands grabbed at her feet, dragging her down the stairs, and she let out a snarl, ripping at them with her claws.

"Hold her down," a voice cried. "Amir will want to see this."

"I've got something to show you." Tearing her hand free, she yanked off her eyepatch.

Pain flooded her head. Using the Gorgon's Eye always came with a minor price, but she screamed in agony when she locked eyes with her nearest assailant. Fighting free of her captors, she fell into a pile of nearby snow and vomited, holding her belly as waves of pure agony washed over her. What had he done to her? It was taking everything in her power not to rip the eye from her own head.

Moaning in agony, she realized that the yard had gone completely silent. Moving slowly, she closed her bad eye, squinting against the bright white of the snow.

They were frozen, all of them, unmoving. Yuki stood, walking over to where she had dropped her eye patch. Once it was back in place, she approached the statue nearest her, puzzled.

This one was facing toward the house, a knife held in his hand. The King of Wands stood next to it, his staff ready, but there was nobody to attack. With a mental command, she had him stand down, and summoned the Queen of Wands from inside the house.

"Why are you all holding still?" Even the sound of her own voice was too loud, causing her to wince. Placing a hand behind the statue's head, she leaned forward, trying to concentrate.

The Gorgon's Eye pulsed in her socket, and it occurred to her that these were no mere golems. The sand had been made into flesh, which made them vulnerable to her magic, but she should have only turned the ones nearest to her. In fact, three of them had been turned to stone.

Sitting on the porch, she pondered the crowd of men, both stone and flesh. Looking at their identical features, a grin crossed her face.

"You were driving them, weren't you?" A laugh escaped her lips, which triggered another bout of agony, but it was worth it. The man who had created these beings hadn't just made them and set them loose. He had been piloting them, his mind jumping around between them.

Which meant he had been looking at her when she used the Eye.

"Oh, I wish I could see the look on your face. Well, your actual face." These were sand clones, identical to their creator. And right now, their creator was a beautiful statue somewhere. Standing up with an assist from the Queen, she walked to the one closest to her.

"Smash him," she commanded, and the Queen shattered the statue. Nothing happened. She picked another one, and the Queen leveled the creature with a swing of her staff. Frowning, Yuki looked around the yard.

Whoever this was, he wouldn't put himself in harm's way. So where could he be hiding? Commanding the King and Queen to remain behind, she wandered out of the front yard, carefully watching the street while the Page of Wands followed her. Sniffing at the air, she caught a whiff of magic, following it across the street. It was nearly a block over that she found a black town car parked in front of somebody's house. The driver inside was unmoving, but she was more interested in the man in the back of the car.

The passenger had turned to stone, but his clothing had not. Maybe it was a function of seeing her through one of his golems? As a result, the strange device near his ear was unharmed, and she heard someone speaking through it.

It was a woman's voice. She slid the device out of his hands and held it in front of her face. A glass screen displayed the name Kali.

"Sebastien? Sebastien, are you there? We are only a couple minutes away, what is happening? Do you have Mike in custody?"

Yuki tilted her head back and forth, looking at the device. She held the device near her head as Sebastien had. "No, he doesn't."

There was a moment of silence. "Who is this?"

Yuki nodded at the Page of Wands. He dragged the statue out of the car and smashed it face first on the concrete. It broke apart, sending sharp fragments through the air. The driver let out a loud moan and crumbled into a pile of sand.

Satisfied, she held the device to her lips. "Sebastien's gone. All the king's horses and all the king's men won't put this bastard together again."

After a few more seconds, a new voice came over the phone. This was a man whose voice resonated with energy, even over the device.

"Who is this?" he demanded. She felt the magical compulsion wash over her, but shrugged it away.

"I'm the fucking Snow Queen, that's who." Her hands rippled with fur, and she crushed the device with her claws, bits of metal, glass and plastic raining down on the concrete. Leaving the car behind, she walked back to the safety of the house. The pain in her head was finally subsiding, but there was still work to do.

All of her years in the tower had taught her a lot of things, but some of the most important lessons had involved the traps she had discovered. The clouds darkened above as she funneled magic into producing more ice and snow. The only way any new intruders could come in was through the front walk. She layered traps on top of each other, thinking back on the voice she had heard. It had been the voice of someone who was used to getting his way, and if she was correct, he would be there soon.

The front street was empty, so she peppered it with wards along the walls and sidewalk. If anyone approached, she would know. Her last act was to use the Eight of Pentacles, the Six of Swords and the Six of Wands. Long, thick wooden staves grew from the ground, ripping through the grass and concrete to form a barrier in-between the lions. The swords fell from the sky, stabbing into the ground. The energy from the Eight of Pentacles swept up the blades, stretching and reforging them to form a series of bladed bars that lay across the barrier. The barrier glowed intensely for several seconds, the magic fusing metal to wood.

If someone came, that would hold them for several seconds. To be safe, she left the King, Queen, and Page to watch guard over the yard while she went back inside to recuperate.

She had done it. She had protected the house. Barely containing a squeal of delight, she went to the kitchen to fix herself a snack. She didn't recognize most of the food in the fridge and didn't feel like trying to cook something from scratch. Digging in the freezer, she found a box of something called Eggos hidden away.