Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 032

It was no longer just the forest she could feel, but Bigfoot himself. With every thrust, she could feel the loneliness of centuries deep in her being. She could remember watching the first men and women come from the north, a gift from his brother the Yeti. Domestication of animals, colonization, the railroad, all of these things had new meaning to her now. With horror, she watched the Civil War from the shadows, and with sadness, the massacre of so many trees for the sake of expansion. Yet all was not grief, for this same creature could find immense joy in watching a butterfly suckle from a flower, or a squirrel carry its babies to its den.

With every thrust, he pressed against her cervix, the pressure on her womb immense. Her vaginal walls stretched themselves out, her innate talents allowing her to accommodate his girth. Still, she had often wondered about the limitations of such magic and had come to understand that she was currently at them. The body on top of her was becoming hot, and Bigfoot slammed his free hand into the ground, his large fingers sinking easily into the earth. He shifted himself upward, grabbing on to the nearby log with both hands. Her whole body shifted with every thrust, squeezing a low moan out of her, a continuation of her last orgasm. She turned her head to avoid inhaling the dirt, licking the dust from her lips.

It started as a low growl, the earth rumbling beneath her. It soon evolved into a howl that caused the forest to tremble, nearby trees scattering their leaves. Emily curled her fingers into the soil beneath, her belly filling with his seed and her senses suddenly expanding. The earth was alive, its pulse pounding through her whole body. Bigfoot's fingers sank into the log next to her, the wood creaking in protest as he poured even more of his semen inside of her. Emily hissed at the sudden influx of heat and magic inside of her body, her soul rising to meet his.

The sasquatch gasped for air and rolled off of her, his large body thumping against the ground. Emily spent the next few minutes catching her breath, her entire body as warm as the fire had been. She could feel her own heartbeat through her pummeled pussy, a throbbing ache that slowly dimmed along with the fire's light.

Bigfoot grunted, then snapped off a piece of the log to toss into the flames. Emily rolled over, her eyes on the glow of the forest above. Though it was night, she could now see more colors than she had during the day. The milky way was smeared across the night sky, the whole universe on display for her pleasure.

"You can see it now, can't you?" Bigfoot smiled at her. "The forest is a part of you now."

"Amazing." The leaves should have been obscured by darkness, but each creature in it was like a tiny pinprick of light. Every tree glowed with a lifeforce of its own, a force that was connected by magical roots across the countryside. Just by looking at the portal he had brought her through, she could sense a direct path to her cabin. "This is how you see the forest all the time?"

"I imagine what you are experiencing is a small part of what I do. Our coupling has enabled you to tune into the frequency of the forest, but you are still much like a visitor." He waved his hand toward the woods. "Even so, you now have a greater understanding of the life that thrives out here, away from mankind and its machinations."

"It's so beautiful." She rubbed a tear from her eye. "It's like being able to see color for the first time."

Bigfoot rumbled pleasantly at her. "And with this gift, the forests of the world are yours to travel."

"Thank you." She kissed his lips one more time. "I must go now. This gift will help me to help others."

"Wait. I have something for you." He stuck his hands in his fur, rummaging around for several seconds before holding them out. She held her palms beneath his, and he dropped several odd looking acorns into her hands. "The trees for long distance travel will grow from these seeds. Plant them next to local trees and they will disguise themselves to fit in."

"Thank you." She closed her hand around the seeds. The magic they contained pulsated in her hands.

"It will take many years before they are large enough for you to travel through." He made a rumbling noise in his chest. "And I hope that I will get to see you again."

"You can count on it." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the chin. "Until next time." She walked away from him, her fingers curled tightly around the seeds in her hands. Her mind swirled with all the possibilities, but she knew one thing to be true.

It wouldn't take her years to grow these, it would only take her days. Using these trees, she could travel the world in mere heartbeats, returning to her beloved home instantly if there was ever any danger.

"C'mon Daisy," she told the fairy, holding up a hand. Daisy flew down from the nearest tree, landing delicately on her outstretched palm. "Let's head back. Emery is probably worried sick." With that, she blew a kiss to Bigfoot and stepped through the portal that would take her back to the cabin.

-

Mike opened his eyes, his gaze on the ceiling. He sat in silence for several minutes, his hand rubbing his stomach while Naia gently stroked his head. There was a slew of emotions running through him, and while some questions had been answered, the door had been opened on several more.

"She fucked Bigfoot." He had to say the words out loud just to hear them.

Naia's laughter was like the tinkling of bells. "It wasn't the last time either. Those were precious memories to her."

Mike fought back a laugh. Bigfoot, much like the monsters in his own home, had been surprisingly human to him. Then again, all of the women of his house were people. Even Reggie, who still wore those goofy plastic glasses, had impressed upon him a humanity that he often failed to see in others. "Are there any other celebrity monsters on her list that I should know about?"

Naia laughed again. "If you want, I can show you. I think it's more fun that way."

"I'll pass for now." As much as the thought of a sexual highlights reel appealed to him, he had actual problems that he needed to deal with. "How come I was able to see Daisy? I haven't met her yet."

"These memories happened outside of the house and are not privy to its protections."

"I see. Were those all of the memories about portals?"

"Essentially. There are a few others that are scattered, but they involve Emily planting those trees across the ocean and using them to travel. The range is limited to an extent, so she had to plant them strategically."

"Hold up. If she used the trees as an emergency route to come home, then where is the tree here?" He sat up in the tub and turned around to face her. "Is it in the greenhouse?"

"I..." Naia's face went slack for a second. "Those memories are missing."

"Like from the geas?"

She shook her head. "No. With the geas, the information feels like it's on the tip of my tongue. The missing memories are things I just simply don't know. However..." her face darkened. "When you asked me about the tree just now, I felt like it was both. I've forgotten something that's been blocked."

"How did she grow them so fast? Did she use magic?"

The reaction he got from Naia was the same as before. She shook her head in frustration.

"That door has been closed to me, too, I'm afraid. But there's something else." Naia placed a hand on her stomach. "When I try to think of it, I feel something else. I feel... afraid."

He didn't know why, but hearing Naia say those words made his stomach sink. "Then don't think about it any longer. I'll figure it out." He gave her a kiss, then held her against him. "Besides, the optimists of the world always say that when someone closes a door, God opens a..."

"Mike?" She had felt his body go rigid.

"The skin of the tree was dark." He let go of her and stood, water washing off of him in rivulets. "I think I know what happened!"

His heart raced while he put on his clothes then ran out of the room. He walked toward the stairs, his eyes on the lone wardrobe at the end of the hall. The silver handle gleamed in the lights of the hallway, the dark ebony panels soaking up the rest of it like a sponge. How many times had he been led here, tempted to open it in passing? His full attention on the piece of furniture, he felt it now, a calling from within. There was no dust evident on it, no signs of wear and tear. He placed his hand on the wood.

It was cold to the touch, much colder than the rest of the house. There was an energy within that demanded he come and find it.

Clenching his jaw in anticipation, he grabbed the handle and pulled.

-

She stood on the roof of the tower, surveying the land below. The sun was starting to set over the valley, its reflection rippling in the large river that cut a swathe through the land. From where she stood, she could see the edge of the world, the place where the land wrapped suddenly back to the east. She often wondered if she could build her tower even higher, maybe high enough that she could even see it far off in the distance.

She glared down at the woods below, the clouds above dropping a fresh blanket of snow around the tower. It would melt and feed the river, providing life-giving water to the creatures below. Sometimes she pretended that it was her anger that melted the ice of the mountain, tempering her hot rage. Other times, she debated burning the forest to the ground.

She was in a foul mood, the tarot cards spread in front of her. Every day she would do a reading, and every day was largely the same. The cards would fall and reveal that her future was unchanged, the safety of her keep unbreached.

Today had been different. Halfway through the reading, she had gotten the sense of being watched. Flipping over one of the cards, she had found herself once more in that wretched house, gazing across the table at a man who sat over the game board, his eyes glued to the pieces below.

She squeezed her fingers so hard into the cold stone that her claws emerged, scratching lines into the solid granite. She had no idea who he was, but he was in the house. Did this mean that Emily was dead? If so, what of this new Caretaker?

No, she couldn't suffer the potential consequences. If he could find his way here, then that meant she could find her way back and claim what was rightfully hers.

"Daisy." She called the fairy's name and waited.

The tiny yellow fairy appeared, signing that she was ready and eager to serve. Though she was deaf, she could hear through the vibrations of her delicate wings.

"We need to make preparations. We will have company soon."

Daisy nodded and zipped away, her light disappearing through the tower window.

"Emily." How many years had it been since she had left her here? She looked down at the cards once more, then picked one up. It was the Hanged Man. She set it down next to the Tower card, squinting to make out the patterns through the falling snow. The fact that she had drawn these two cards was not lost on her, but what could it mean? As was often the case with divination, she often couldn't tell if the cards were meant for her, or for the people she would meet.

Then again, maybe the meaning was clear after all.

A growl escaped her throat and she swept her arm across the stone, scattering the cards into the air. They fluttered like butterflies as they fell into the valley, scattering the dying rays of daylight.

I sure hope you liked that because I enjoyed writing it!

I have been dying to write a chapter with Bigfoot in it. My Grandfather used to take me for long walks in the woods and tell me Bigfoot stories that both scared and intrigued me. Ever since the closing scene of Harry and the Hendersons, I was convinced Bigfoot was watching my every movement, so would toss rocks at logs in an attempt to make him flinch.

It never worked.

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