Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 088

"A couple," he replied, ignoring her double entendre. "And maybe a spare one for when Yuki gets back. She's been gone awhile so I'm sure she'll be hungry, too."

"I can do that." She pinched Mike's butt, then let him go. "Maybe if I make her a sandwich, she'll help me make a different one later."

"Then you'd better make her one heck of a sandwich," he told her, distracted by the lack of blood flowing to his brain. He was surprised at how aggressive the elf had become, and wondered if it was a result of the swap they had made in the kitchen. Or maybe their encounter had given her a serious confidence boost, and she was just excited to explore the possibilities with him. There was a week in June where Tink and Kisa had gotten into some type of ambush sex that still made him blush to think about, but he had been more than willing to indulge them as long as it didn't involve sticking his head in the dryer and pretending to be stuck. "I'm going to grab the big map from the workshop and will be down to help in a few minutes."

He walked down the stairs to the workshop, pausing to properly survey the room. It felt even bigger without the others, and he walked over to the table with the big map.

"Hmm." He studied it for a few minutes, then decided it would be best to roll it up. Convinced that Santa would have some sort of storage tubes squirreled away, he started digging through the drawers and shelves of the workshop to find one. While doing the menial task, he allowed his mind to process the past twenty-four hours, going over the details in the hopes that he hadn't missed something obvious.

Santa's home creaked as if struck by a heavy wind, causing him to wince. He assumed the house wasn't just settling, and decided it would be best if he sped things up. Moving across the room, he opened and closed drawers with no more than a cursory glance, quickly overlooking anything that wasn't tube-shaped. The map was too big to fold.

"Some lucky kid must have wanted a fishing rod, and those are a bitch to wrap," he muttered to himself while opening a cupboard over the workbench. A pair of cardboard shipping tubes fell out, and he caught one while the other bounced away, rolling across the workbench to stop at the giant clamp. He tucked the one he caught back, then walked over to the tube now wedged beneath one of the clamp's handles.

"This should do." It was the perfect size. Picking the tube up, his attention was drawn to the large alphabet block. Unless Santa was making toys for giant toddlers, it had to be some sort of decoration. On the front was the letter M, and on the top was the letter I.

He stared at it for several seconds, then decided to lean along the counter and see what the letter on the back of the cube was.

"Well, fuck me sideways," he muttered, seeing that the letter was a K. It was not lost on him that the odds of coming across a giant alphabet block with the first three letters of his name were pretty small in the first place. Moving the tube aside, he spent a minute undoing the clamp. Once open, he saw that one of the covered sides had an image of his house carved into the wood.

"What the hell were you up to?" he wondered aloud, then went to pick up the block. Instead of lifting freely, a hidden hinge allowed it to open like a treasure chest. Inside, a thick white fabric was folded up neatly with a letter addressed to M. Radley and a small ornament sitting on top.

Mike looked around the workshop, then picked up the ornament. It was a simple glass bulb full of fog with last year's date on it. When he twisted it around for a better look, he was fairly certain he saw a face inside eerily reminiscent of Christmas Past. The spirit stared at him wistfully, then disappeared.

"Holy shit." He set the bulb down and picked up the letter. When he unfolded it, tiny sparkles drifted into the air around his fingertips, then rolled across the paper, leaving golden letters behind.

Dear Mike,

Merry Christmas! It's been some time since I last gave you a present, and you've been a really good boy this year, so I wanted to give you something nice.

If you're reading this, then you've just found the tubes for your map. There's a scroll case downstairs sitting right next to the fireplace that will work much better, it has a strap on it.

I'm sure you have so many questions, but I'm afraid giving you the answers will actually cause more problems. What I can give you is this very special ornament with all of the memories from last Christmas! Breaking it will free the spirit inside, so be very careful where you hang it.

The coat I've enclosed is a spare from my slimmer days. It will keep you warm even on the coldest of nights.

Your friend,

Santa

"You've got to be shitting me!" Mike's hand trembled as he squeezed the letter so hard that the paper wrinkled. Santa had known everything that was about to happen! Why not take precautionary measures, or do something other than let the Krampus take over his goddamn body?

He held up the ornament and scowled at the spirit within. "And what am I supposed to do with you?" he asked it. The spirit appeared in the mists, then shrugged noncommittally before disappearing.

"Well, fuck you, too." Mike unfolded the fabric, revealing a coat that hung down to his shins. He paused, trying to remember if Santa's coat had always been that long. If not, then the big man was taller than Mike thought.

He casually threw the coat over a shoulder and then tossed the cardboard tube to one side and retrieved the rolled up map from the workbench. "'Ho ho ho, Mike. How about a nice warm coat so you don't freeze? Wanna borrow a tube for your map? Sorry I put your family in danger, I just wanted to play Jekyll and fucking Hyde this Christmas.' Fat fucking bastard."

Did Holly know? Or Mrs. Claus? Santa was one thing, the guy wasn't even around. But if the others knew and were misleading him still? He didn't know how he would handle such a betrayal. His magic simmered in reaction to his anger, eager to lash out.

"You knock that shit off," he warned it, poking himself in the belly hard enough that it hurt. "Months of good behavior, and now you're acting up again. I understand the elf and the sexy giant, that's just what we do. But the weird overload thing is getting old, so knock it off."

His magic backed down, then went quiet. He wasn't certain if it had actually heard him, or if it was like some reverse pep talk and he had just calmed himself down. Sometimes it really was easier to think of his magic as a separate entity.

"That's better," he said, walking toward the door. "Last thing I need is for you to get all worked up and damned near blow my arm off again. I do take full responsibility for being a human cum fountain earlier, so don't think I'm blaming you for everything."

He was halfway down the hall when a massive crunching sound resonated through the house, followed by a tremor which made him lose his footing. He twisted at the last second, making sure not to fall on the ornament. Up above, timbers groaned as the house creaked dangerously.

"Shit, shit, shit," he muttered, climbing to his feet. "Holly, where are you?" He ran the rest of the way to the stairs, looking out into the living room. Holly emerged from the kitchen, her eyes wide in alarm.

"That was really loud," she said, then screamed when something struck the side of the house hard enough that the whole building rumbled. The front door rattled on its hinges, and bright lights flashed through the windows.

"Are we under attack?" From his vantage point, he could see beams of golden light as they passed over the house like searchlights. He ran downstairs where Holly met him, then the two of them moved toward the front window

There was another loud bang, and then something roared. The front door rattled several times before everything went silent.

"What on Earth--" Mike was interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door, which caused Holly to scream.

"It's me!" Yuki called from the other side. "Hurry up, let us in!"

Us? Mike stuffed the ornament into a pocket of Santa's coat and tossed it over a nearby chair. The map went on a table before he moved to unlock the door. A gale force wind blew it inward, causing the fire in the fireplace to flicker dangerously. Mike crouched down to hold the door in place long enough for Yuki to come in, then grunted with exertion while pushing it shut.

"What is going on out there?" he demanded, then saw what Yuki was carrying. In her arms was the motionless figure of Jack Frost. He couldn't tell if the woman was alive or dead, but weird golden threads of light blazed along her arms, twinkling like stars.

"You brought her here? Why?" He looked up at Yuki, noticing that her face was all scraped up. Blood trickled from a wound on her head, which ran down the length of her nose and dripped on the floor.

"I fucked up, Mike. I fucked up real bad." There was a tremor in her voice that made him sick to his stomach. She set Jack down on a nearby couch and then ran into Mike's arms, clutching him tight.

"Hey, whoa, it's okay," he told her, then flinched when something heavy slammed into the side of the house. "What the hell was that?"

"That would be one of my fuck ups." She leaned away from him and sniffled. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Holly put on her earmuffs. "Jack was coming here with an entire army made out of ice. I thought if I took her down, they would fall apart or something."

The house shook again, and some books fell off a nearby bookshelf. Up in one of the windows, a creature that looked like a cross between a gorilla and a snowman slapped a huge palm on the glass. There was a flash of red light as the creature's arm exploded, and it hopped down.

"At least the house seems protected." Mike inspected the flow of magic in the house, and was unsurprised to see that the exterior walls swirled with red and white streamers of light, making it look like a giant candy cane.

"They aren't the problem." Yuki walked over to one of the windows and pointed through it. "She is."

Mike moved to her side and looked through the glass. At first he didn't see the dark figure skulking at the end of the walkway, mistaking it for a giant pile of rocks. Her body was thick like a boulder, with long arms that dragged knuckles on the ground. Greasy hair hung over a face that resembled a burst tomato, and when the giant smiled, it was to reveal jagged teeth reminiscent of a hippo's.

Ugly features aside, it was the golden light that surrounded her, sinking into the ground like an inverted tornado. The giant ripped a stone the size of a basketball out of the ground, then casually tossed it at the house. There was a flash of white light this time as the structure shook, but withstood the impact.

"You can't stay in there forever, food!" Her voice was difficult to hear over the creaking of the house. Dozens of ice minions were now studying it, most likely trying to find a way in.

"Oh, no." Holly was by Mike's side now, up on her tiptoes to see out the window.

"You know this lump of ugly?" he asked.

"I do." Holly's face wrinkled up in disgust. "That's Grýla. She's awful, but relatively harmless."

"Not anymore." Yuki leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, then let out a groan and sank to the floor. She held out her hands, revealing a nimbus of golden light. It faded after a few seconds, and Yuki sighed, leaning against the wall.

"What happened?" Mike asked.

"Jack was coming here to attack you, so I thought I'd even the odds." She chuckled weakly, then shook her head. "I had a tarot card that allows you to level the playing field. When used, it balances the magical power of any creature in its area of effect. Made it in case I fought Emily and she was much stronger than me. It's meant to be temporary."

"I take it that's not the case here?"

"No." Yuki stared at him. "For one, I thought it was just me and Jack. I didn't expect a third party to be waiting in the snow beneath my feet. And two...I thought it would just pull ice magic out of her, Mike, I really did. Something I knew how to use, but this..." She held up her hands and the golden light returned, the veins in her arms lighting up.

"What is it?" he asked, but he was fairly certain he knew.

"Divinity. Magic far beyond anything I am capable of, especially in this amount. If not for Grýla out there absorbing a third of it, I might have just exploded." She grimaced, then clutched her chest. "It feels like I'm on fire."

"Yuki." He could see the golden light blazing around her now, trying to force its way into her. Panicked, he put his hands over her chest, uncertain how to proceed. Could he try and separate it from her? What would happen if it had nowhere to go?

The side of the house rattled again, the walls protesting their percussive treatment.

"Come back, food!" Grýla growled, then threw another stone.

"Leave us alone," Holly yelled through the window. "Go back to your cave!"

"The North Pole belongs to me now," she yelled back. "Me and my children! The Krampus will see me rewarded for my efforts."

"Krampus?" Jack moaned, her eyelids fluttering.

"What happened to her?" Mike asked.

"Punched her in her fucking face," Yuki said with a grin. "But Grýla hits way harder than either of us. Knocked her out cold, only way I survived was a spell I had cast earlier. Stupid bitch chased us all the way back here, and nothing I did seemed to hurt her. I'm not sure how, but she soaked up all that extra magic like a sponge." She winced, her hands going to her chest. "My heart, it's beating so fast..."

He examined Yuki's magical aura again, studying the bands of light, isolating the colors. It looked different from Holly's, almost feral in some places. The golden light was pressing in on the other colors, as if trying to sever them. They wanted in, but then what?

"Wait a second." He turned his attention to Jack. Her magic was a pulsing core of blue energy, fluttering quickly like a bird's heart. Between the occasional gaps, he saw that same golden light scattered throughout, but more of it was concentrated inside.

Closing his eyes, he tried to consider the problem. With Mrs. Claus, he had tucked the strands back in. But that was magic that was a part of her, not just something that had been added.

No, that wasn't right either. He wasn't just seeing magic, he was looking at their souls. He was about to mess with his friend's soul, not having a single idea what the repercussions could be.

"Naia!" He opened his eyes. "I need you!"

"Naia?" Holly looked at him. "The nymph?"

"Yes!" He jabbed himself in the belly. "Wake the fuck up!"

"Naia?" Yuki opened her eyes. "Where?"

"Ugh, c'mon." He felt his magic wake up and stretch out. "I've heard you in my head so many times, you've helped me understand other's needs, and you're the only one I know who understands soul magic!"

Holly stared at him like he had gone nuts. Yuki squinted through one eye, the other shut as if the room was too bright.

"Hey, food!" The house shook again. "These walls won't hold me for much longer! You should come out here and, uh, talk. We can talk, that's right!"

"Shit!" Mike looked at Yuki, Jack, and then Holly. Things had taken a turn for the worse, and it was all up to him now. There were so many times he had heard Naia in his head, that fragment of his soul speaking to him while...

"Holly, come here!" He grabbed the elf by her collar and pulled her close. "Do you trust me?"

Holly stared into his eyes, as if uncertain, then she nodded.

He turned her around and bent her over the nearest chair, pushing up her skirt to reveal her bare pussy and torn leggings. With a single motion, he pulled down his pants, his cock swelling so fast he felt like the floor was dropping out from underneath him. The plan was crazy, but crazy was all he had right now.

"Mike, what...oh my Santa!" Holly groaned in delight as he teased her pussy with the head of his cock. He rubbed her clit with his fingers while sliding his cock over the outside of her labia. Holly lifted her legs into the air, her lips parting easily as he pressed the head of his cock inside of her. "Don't you dare stop!"

"Wow. Any excuse to get laid." Yuki chuckled, then whimpered like a dog in pain.

"I'm coming, Yuki, hold on," he muttered, fucking Holly to make sure his cock was nice and wet. He slid out of her, then positioned the head of his cock against her tight little butthole. Holly tensed up and looked over her shoulder at him.

"Um, shouldn't we--" she began, but he held a finger to his lips.

"Trust me for just another second?" he asked. Naia had always been there to lend a hand when he needed sexual guidance. And if there was one thing she would correct him on, it was this.

Holly frowned at him, but nodded anyway.

Mike took a deep breath and pressed forward just enough that he felt resistance, visualizing himself sliding deep into Holly's ass, hearing her moans of pleasure as he roughly pumped himself inside her, and--

Slow down, lover. Naia's voice was playful, but he heard a hint of anger in it. She's not ready for that.

"Naia, quick, I need to do soul magic on Yuki!" He spat the words out as quickly as possible, afraid her presence would vanish. "I don't need help fucking, I need help saving Yuki!"

What? He could feel Naia now, sense her confusion as if it was his own. You're doing soul magic?

Satisfied that Naia was there to stay, he shifted his cock back down to Holly's pussy and slid himself back inside. The elf groaned, her whole body shuddering.

"Sweet Christmas, you had me going for a second," she muttered, licking her lips.

"I don't know what all you can see from inside there, but I need your help fixing Yuki." He turned to look at the kitsune, his cock sliding out of Holly. Naia's presence faded immediately, so he slid his dick back into the elf.

There was a painful moment where he thought he had lost her, and then the nymph laughed.

You get into the strangest trouble, lover. Keep fucking Holly, and I can guide you. Naia chuckled in his mind. Since you are balls deep in someone, I can stick around on a technicality.

"Thanks, Naia." He grabbed Holly by the hips and pulled her off the couch, noticing a few gemstones from her crotch were left behind, stuck in the fabric. The elf groaned when he picked her up, grabbing hold of a couple of couch pillows before crossing over to where Yuki sat, his cock still buried deep inside Holly. He imagined it looked quite ridiculous, but didn't care.

"This is what I see," he said, helping Holly to the floor. "Hey, can you keep your ass up for me?"

Holly giggled, then tucked the pillows under her hips to raise herself up. "Let me know how I can help," she whispered, then groaned as he resumed thrusting.

"Just doing some soul surgery." He examined Yuki's soul once more, and felt Naia wince. "While fucking, apparently."

She's been through so much, Naia whispered. I can see all her pain, it's in those dark spots. But I can also see where she's healed. She found something new to love, and recently.

"What can I do about this golden light?" He stared at the golden beams that had formed into concentric rings and were tightening down on Yuki's soul. "She called it divinity."

"Oh, yeah, pull my hair!" Holly added, wiggling her hips. Mike obeyed, grabbing her by the back of her head and yanking it back. She groaned in delight, and a surge of his magic went across her back. Mike tried to concentrate, his mind slipping as Holly essentially rode him from the prone position.

Let me guide you, Naia whispered. He switched to a slower pace with Holly, allowing him to sit up and see Yuki better. While tugging on Holly's hair with one hand, the other went through an intricate weaving process, his magic spreading across both the elf and the kitsune, those tiny sparks sinking into both of them.