Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 054

"Let's go!" Quetzalli pointed her stick over the jungle in the general direction the drone had fallen. While the dragon was no good to her in tracking the drones over any distance, once they were close enough, she could pinpoint any internal circuitry that still carried a current. "Are you interested in hearing how hail is formed?"

Dana almost said no, but nodded instead. "Sure am." If Quetzalli started on weather formations, it meant that Dana wouldn't have to hold up her part of the conversation.

They began the long trek down the trail that took them to the jungle floor. This area was burned into Dana's mind, she had traveled it so many times. She was also grateful that she didn't get tired, because the trip back up took time and energy, and she sometimes had to do it a few times a day if her luck with the drones was bad.

They wandered through the jungle for a bit. The trip was made easier today by a series of trails that the centaurs had established and maintained for themselves. From experience, Dana knew that the trails traveled the base of the cliffs and went to a set of waterfalls. She had no idea where the water actually came from, as the entrance to the greenhouse from inside of it was simply a wall of glass windows that went all the way up into the sky and extended out toward the horizon. For all she knew, if she walked along the glass, she might inevitably come back on the other side.

Quetzalli was deep in discussion about how updrafts could trap water droplets when a small cluster of centaurs came around the corner. They were carrying assorted baskets stuffed full of plant matter, and Zel was leading them.

Zel broke away from the group and came close. "I didn't expect to run into you today!"

"Well, you did, so you can guess what that means." Her lip twitched.

"Lost another one?" Zel smiled and put a hand on Dana's shoulder. "I really do appreciate the help you've already given to us. Just because you haven't found success doesn't mean the effort hasn't been noticed."

Dana nodded. "It doesn't make me feel better, though. I wish I could do more."

"There will be plenty of time for more. Hi, Quetzalli, how are you today?" Zel bowed to the dragon.

"Right as rain." Quetzalli bowed back. "Are you excited for your ceremony?"

Zel nodded. "I'm a bit nervous, I'll admit. My aunt will be taking over as head shaman once I am officially the leader of the Herd. It sounds like you've all been a bit busy at the house, I hardly see Mike anymore."

"He's apparently headed for the Underworld." Dana filled Zel in on what she knew, and Zel paused her long enough to instruct the other centaurs to continue about their tasks.

Once Dana was finished, Zel chuckled. "That man is always getting into trouble. I wish I could do more for him, but I'm going to be busy enough down here."

"I figured as much. Running things must keep you busy."

"It does. But it's nice to feel like part of the herd again." Zel smiled and then leaned toward Dana. "And you need to take better care of yourself. Your eyes are already grey."

In response, Dana's stomach growled.

"Well, guess I better get going then. See if I can find this drone before I need to snack. I'll see you around."

"You had better." Zel gave Dana a hug and then looked at Quetzalli. "And you're coming to the ceremony, right?"

"I wouldn't miss it." Quetzalli bowed, and Zel departed, stopping long enough to pick up her basket before galloping away.

They continued onward, and Dana checked the map a few times to make sure they were on the right course. It had been almost an hour since they departed the cliffs, and when they stepped into a small clearing, Quetzalli's arm shot forward, her finger pointing up into the tree.

"It's up there," she said.

"Thanks." Dana looked where Quetzalli pointed, but still couldn't see it. She pulled her computer out and attempted to connect. Once connected, she used the camera to try and pinpoint its exact position by walking around until she spotted herself.

When she finally spotted it, she groaned. It was quite a ways up, which meant she would have to climb. She took off her bag and set it on the ground and then scrambled up the tree.

It took her a bit to get up. The branches didn't allow for a lot of space by the trunk, and she kept getting tangled in vines. It also didn't help that the trunk of the tree was covered in thick thorns that occasionally stuck her. Still, once she was high enough, the drone was within reach. A slender branch was stuck in one of the rotors, so she climbed out onto the tree branch and worked to free it.

The branch creaked beneath her, and when she finally freed the drone, she tried to crawl back toward the trunk with it.

The branch snapped, causing her to lose her footing. She fell out of the tree and landed on the ground with a thud.

"Are you okay?" asked Quetzalli.

"Yeah, I'm good." Dana stood and held up the drone triumphantly. "Got it!"

Quetzalli's eyes widened in horror, and Dana followed her gaze to see that her forearm now had an additional joint in it. Her ulna had snapped and was pressing up beneath her skin.

"Ah, shit." She dropped the drone and grabbed her wrist and gave it a yank. The bones crunched back into place and she could feel them mending beneath the skin. A powerful wave of hunger rolled through her, and she took a deep breath and sat down on a nearby log.

"Are you better now?" Quetzalli asked.

"Traded one disaster for another. Hand me my bag?" She held her hand out, and Quetzalli picked up the laptop bag and handed it over. When the dragon bent over, her breasts pushed together in a way that made Dana think of cake. Something with thick, creamy frosting and blueberry filling...

She pulled a small thermos out of the side mesh of her bag. It was where a water bottle could go, but this was just as important. She pulled off the cap and tilted it sideways, causing a vial to slide out into the palm of her hand. It was her emergency food source for times like this one, and she popped the top off and drank it down.

Heat flooded through her body, and she smacked her lips.

"What's it taste like?" asked Quetzalli.

"Um..." Dana held up the vial. "Honestly? It's like the best damn soup you've ever had, but I don't think it would taste like that for you. It's a dead girl thing." Already, heat was flowing through her belly and down into her thighs. "So, this is kind of awkward, but this stuff makes me, um...horny."

"Horny?" Quetzalli pointed to the horn on her head.

"No, not like that. Uh...I'm going to need some privacy for a bit to take the edge off." Where was Lily when she needed her? Those same breasts that had reminded her of cakes were now making her think completely different thoughts.

"Take the edge off of what?" Quetzalli sat next to Dana and put a hand on hers. "Are you taking something off the drone? Or perhaps you—"

Dana kissed Quetzalli's lips, and marveled at how soft and thick they felt against her own. She immediately pulled away and scooted away. "Shit, I'm really sorry. When I eat that stuff, I get super overwhelmed. If you can just wait somewhere else, I'll—"

"No." Quetzalli touched her lips with a finger, a distant look in her eye. "I...I would like to try that again. It felt...nice. That was a kiss, right?"

"Oh, Quetzalli, if I do it again, it'll become a lot more than ki—" Dana froze in place when Quetzalli kissed her back. It was clumsy, and more than a little awkward, but when Quetzalli pulled back, Dana could see sparks in her eyes.

"I like that," declared the dragon. "It felt like I was riding in a storm. My tummy feels all tingly, and my legs are all wobbly. Do you feel that way as well?"

Dana was taking long, deep breaths now, trying to keep herself from pouncing. "Look, it feels different for everybody, so I don't—"

"I think I was supposed to open my mouth. I've seen people use their tongues in those videos that Abella keeps watching, and I've wondered if it allows for a better connection?"

"A better connection for what?"

This time, when Quetzalli pressed against her, Dana was immediately aware of those large, pillowy breasts. When their lips touched, she opened her mouth to allow Quetzalli's tongue inside, and was surprised to feel a sudden jolt. It was similar to licking a 9-volt battery, except she felt it through her entire body.

Dana moaned, and pulled the dragon against her, shifting her body enough that the two of them fell off the log and onto the ground. Her hand closed on Quetzalli's breast, and the dragon moaned.

"Oh, I truly don't understand those things," she muttered after pulling her mouth off of Dana's. "They hurt if I run too fast, throw off my balance so my back aches, and also feel really good when I play with the tips of them."

"They'll feel even better outside of that bra," Dana said, then lifted Quetzalli's shirt.

"Oh, I do hope so." Quetzalli lifted her arms, allowing Dana to reveal her breasts. With one hand, Dana undid the clasp in the back, revealing that Quetzalli's breasts had the largest nipples she had ever seen. "The sensitive areas have even been marked, it's so—oh!"

Dana had sucked one of the nipples into her mouth and was circling the tip of it with her tongue. That same electrical surge of energy went through her mouth, and while she played with the other breast, she couldn't help but run her hand along Quetzalli's thigh. The dragon was wearing a skirt, and it was easy to find bare skin to stroke.

"Oh, that makes me feel funny," the dragon declared. "Not silly funny, but like my head is spinning."

"Oh, there's plenty more where that came from." Dana's fingertips touched the edge of Quetzalli's panties and slid beneath them, then pushed them aside. The dragon let out a moan of surprise as Dana teased her soaking wet slit.

"I feel so strange down there," Qeutzalli said. She looked into Dana's eyes, and Dana could see the lightning storm trapped within them.

"Yeah, well I promise it gets—" Dana's muscles tensed up when she touched Quetzalli's clitoris and received a decent jolt of electricity through her arm. The power surge lasted only a second, and Quetzalli cried out, spreading her legs wide and pulling Dana's fingers inside of her.

"More," she begged, and thunder roared in the distance.

"I'm all for it, but I'm not gonna get struck by lightning, am I?" It was a silly question to ask now that she was knuckles deep inside of Quetzalli's pussy, but it probably needed to be asked.

"Oh, you'll be fine, I'm all voltage and no current. And the thunder isn't mine." Quetzalli grabbed Dana's wrist and held it down so she could force herself further onto Dana's fingers. "I love how full that makes me feel."

Dana smirked. She only had two fingers inside of Quetzalli right now, and could only imagine how she'd react to a third.

They kissed each other once more, and another surge of electricity went through Dana. Quetzalli was now pawing at Dana's breasts, and the two of them were rolling around playfully on the jungle floor.

Dana got on top of Quetzalli and curled her fingers up toward the front of her vaginal wall, then used her thumb to tease Quetzalli's clit. This broke the kiss, and Quetzalli grabbed onto the ground with both hands and arched her back.

Expecting a scream, Dana was surprised when it escalated into a thunder clap, and the sky above them filled with lightning that scattered along the sky like a giant spider web.

"No, really, are we good down here?" she asked, once the thunder had passed. Her ears were ringing now, and she wanted to get off, but not if she was going to become a lightning rod.

"You're totally fine," Quetzalli told her, her entire face flush. "Now show me how to do that to you."

Dana practically ripped her own pants off, then mounted the dragon's face. "It won't take me long, I just need you to use your tongue. I can do most of the work, so don't—"

She damn near fell off when Quetzalli's tongue touched her throbbing clit and sent a jolt through her body. It wasn't painful, and her entire body tingled with electrical potential, causing her hair to stand up. It was like being plugged into a sexual Vaan De Graaf generator, and she grabbed onto the back of Quetzalli's head, jamming her pussy into Quetzalli's mouth.

"Holy...fucking..." She grit her teeth as she felt Quetzalli's tongue slide along the outside of her snatch. The dragon's tongue was rougher than she remembered from when they were kissing, and she was already having trouble thinking beyond the moment. Little streamers of electricity were forming on the ends of Dana's hair, now visible as a result of the darkened sky above.

Inside her chest, she could feel her heart beating wildly.

"Ike dis?" Quetzalli asked, and she slid one of her fingers inside of Dana's pussy.

"Yesss," Dana hissed, then clamped her thighs down on Quetzalli's face. Every time she felt like she was getting close to her own orgasm, she would feel a surge of energy through her entire body, which would cause her to flinch and her orgasm to back down.

The clearing filled with the sound of hisses and pops as static crackled everywhere around them. When Dana's orgasm came, it felt like she was falling, and she gritted her teeth and groaned so hard through them that she sprayed spit on the ground. Looking down, she could see large streamers of electricity dancing up and down Quetzalli's horn, filling the air with an ominous hiss.

She tilted over backward, her legs going loose to release the dragon. Beneath her, she could hear Quetzalli panting, so she sat up long enough to move off of the dragon's face, then laid on the ground next to her.

Dana stared at the sky, her body unusually warm. The clouds that had rolled in were now piling on top of each other, and she knew if she asked about it, Quetzalli could tell her everything she never wanted to know about weather patterns.

"Does it always feel that way?" asked Quetzalli.

"No." Dana rolled onto her side and contemplated the dragon's mostly nude form. Even now, despite the effects of the semen wearing off, the sight of Quetzalli's bare breasts proudly on display just above her fabric covered hips was having quite the effect on her. "Using an analogy you will understand, sex is a lot like a thunderstorm. Same idea, but each time can be completely different."

"I see." Quetzalli contemplated this in silence. "So...would it be different with a man?"

Dana nodded. "It would. In fact, it's different when you're with anybody new, but a change in gender easily creates a completely different dynamic. But that's only if you're interested in the first place. I assume you're talking about Mike?"

"Hmm." Quetzalli sat up and leaned forward. "I've seen the others engage in that behavior with him, and it has created a strange sensation in my belly. With you, it felt the same, but was more of a surprise. It wasn't something I desired in advance, but once the opportunity was there, I took it. And now I feel all warm and relaxed, and wonder why people don't do it more often."

"Some people do it plenty. I definitely wouldn't use anything that happens in this house as a baseline for standard human behavior, though." Dana slid her shirt on and stood. Her legs wobbled for a few moments, as if her leg muscles were weak, but the sensation vanished and she regained her strength. "We should probably get back."

"I agree." Quetzalli got up and struggled into her bra until Dana helped her out. Back in her dress, she tried to smooth down her hair and quickly gave up. "Thank you, Dana. I learned so much from this."

"You and Death should have your own tv show," Dana muttered, and then picked up her bag. Once the drone was secured, the two of them began the long trek back to the house.

Up above them, the clouds rumbled, but delivered no rain.

"I thought the Underworld would have a bit more color." Mike looked over his shoulder at the gate. It was only twenty feet behind them, but the density of the trees was already making it difficult to see.

"Parts of it, maybe. From everything we've read, this is going to be a lot more like Purgatory. So, bland, colorless, very boring." Yuki put her hands on a nearby tree. "Weird. It's not technically alive, but it has leaves on it. It's like it's frozen in time."

"Probably a good way to think of it. If you're supposed to spend an eternity here waiting for your final judgement, it would suck if someone had to come water the plants." Mike walked in between the trees, and looked up. The sky was gray and overcast, and there was no sign of the sun's position. "Also, there isn't a breeze or anything. It just feels...off."

Yuki nodded, then looked over her shoulder. She pulled a card out of her sleeve and gave it a spin in her hand. The card vanished, transforming into a short sword.

"Something up?" Mike asked.

"Nope. Just leaving breadcrumbs is all." Yuki walked back toward the gate and left slash marks on some of the trees. "Follow those to get home."

"Got it. Though next time, maybe we can bring some ribbon. Not sure slashing up the local fauna will endear us to anybody."

They walked further into the trees, and a chill overtook him. He rubbed his arms, then stopped long enough to pull a light jacket out of his backpack. "Are you warm enough?" he asked Yuki.

She smirked. "The cold never bothers me."

"Of course." He put his backpack back on. "How far should we go? So far, it seems like more of the same."

Everywhere he looked, it was just trees and rocks, and they took their time, with Yuki leaving marks on the trees as they passed.

"Should we have Daisy scout ahead?" Yuki asked.

Mike shook his head. "I don't want us getting separated at all. We know something is out here, and I don't want Daisy getting snatched up and disappearing forever. It's bad enough getting a banshee back from the faerie queen, but traveling all of Purgatory to find such a tiny thing? Take us forever."

Daisy buzzed her wings in his ear, causing him to grin. They walked for about ten more minutes, then stopped when they reached a rock big enough for Mike to sit on.

"Tired already?" Yuki leaned against a tree.

"No. Just need to think. There aren't any landmarks so far. There's just...nothing." Looking across the silent forest, he shook his head. "I'm surprised we haven't even seen a wayward spirit, or at least something."

"This is what happens when you go somewhere outside of time and space." Yuki's tails twitched behind her and she turned her head. "If you wanted to see something different, now's your chance."

"What?" He followed her gaze and stood.

A thick fog was rolling through the trees now, and he made it to Yuki just as it buried them. Visibility dropped to only a few feet, and he clung tightly to the kitsune, afraid that either of them might suddenly get sucked away.

Dark shadows milled about in the fog, and he felt hundreds of hands touch him as they drifted past. Though they lacked corporeal form, each touch sapped some of the heat from his body, and he shivered, then pulled the hood of his jacket up.

The fog thinned a bit, making every tree look like a distant shadow. The figures in the fog were almost imperceptible, except for out of the corner of his eye.

"Okay, that was unnerving." He stepped away from Yuki, but kept his hand on hers.

"Agreed." Yuki stuck her sword in the ground and pulled another card from her sleeve, then tossed it in the air. It turned into a small ball of fire, and hovered before them. "I'll keep this on me, and you can use Daisy as a light. I think I might need both hands, if you don't mind."

"Oh, right. Sorry." He let go of her, and she picked her sword back up. "Any idea what direction we should go?"

She looked around, a frown on her face. "Honestly? I'm almost thinking we should head back now. When it was just trees, we could see a threat coming. But this? We can come up with a better plan for navigating it, don't you agree?"