Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 007

Jenny sat patiently on the floor, hidden just behind the yoga mat Beth had rolled up after rinsing it off. Her head slightly tilted, Jenny was facing the mirror.

"What the fuck?" Beth rescued Jenny. How had the doll gotten down there? Staring at the spot on the shelves, her mind turned over the idea that Jenny had fallen under the bed, rolled forward, then had been pushed upright when Beth had stowed away the yoga mat. While not impossible, it was highly implausible.

But it sure beat the hell out of the idea that the doll had moved itself. Beth put Jenny back on the shelf, casting a wary eye upward as she stacked the pillows behind her back. She tapped her way through several chapters before letting out a huge yawn. Sliding beneath her sheets, she rubbed her belly gently with one hand as she dozed off.

-

"You can have an attorney read these over first. I prefer that you would, actually. There isn't any hurry-now that we have an heir, the clock sort of resets for a bit." She set the pen on the table. "However, I am just on delivery duty today. I need to get into the office to begin processing some additional documents. Today is Tuesday. I would be happy to drop by on Friday to pick these up, if you have them done. Otherwise, I can just drop by to make certain you are getting settled. That is part of the provisions as well."

"Um, yeah. Sure. Thank you." Beth walked toward the front of the house, Mike following behind. She had dropped by with additional paperwork, and had been stunned by just how different Mike seemed. He was still very awkward to be around, and had pretty much rushed her out of the house. Something had happened in the last eighteen hours, she was sure of it. Not only was Mike all gung-ho to keep the place, but there was a strange aura about him, almost like he now had super powers or something. She had found him cute before, but not so cute that his scent alone had caused her to soak her panties. Last night had been about defraying that particular issue, but she had caught herself staring at the bulge in his jeans multiple times during their conversation, when she knew he wasn't looking.

Driving back across town, she walked into the office, greeting Ed at the reception desk. She spent the rest of the day filing papers, getting everything in the estate ready for transfer. However, her mind kept drifting back to Mike, wondering just what had changed.

It wouldn't be the first time something weird had happened in the house. Over the last couple of years, she had had to hire many different maids to keep the place clean, several of them getting spooked by random noises and movement in the house. When she was little, she had heard that the place was haunted, but she knew for a fact that somebody had once lived there, someone who had no desire to leave. What happened inside the walls of the old house that could change a man overnight, make him seem taller, stronger, more chiseled?

Beth was embarrassed to realize that her left hand was pushing against the top of her crotch, just under her desk. Taking a deep breath, she tried to finish her work, sending an email to the Society rejecting their offer, and then digging through a couple of extra papers she had received regarding the estate. Frowning, she saw that one of the letters she had received was a Past Due notice that she guessed had bounced from place to place before finally ending up here. Opening it up, she frowned.

"Fuck!" Apparently Emily had rented a storage property, paying on a yearly basis. Six months ago, the rent had come due, and they were threatening to sell the contents. She punched in the number only to get a message from the answering service. Business hours had ended over thirty minutes ago. Hanging up the phone, she made a note to herself and then emailed her boss. She wasn't sure who had fucked this one up, but she wasn't going to go down for it if it turned out that the storage unit had been full of valuable items. Distracted, she looked at the clock. She still had almost an hour of work left, but she just couldn't deal anymore. Between thinking of Mike and this new fuck up, she felt like going home and drinking some wine in the bath. Her mind touched briefly on an image of the Dragon, but she shoved it out of her head. She knew better than to fuck that monster more than once a week.

She put the paperwork in her desk drawer and locked up, trying her best to look nonchalant as she walked out of the office. For all anybody knew, she was headed out to deal with a client. Not that she had many, currently-she had been the object of jealousy in the office when she had taken on Emily's estate. Due to the sheer enormity of money involved, her boss had wanted it to be made a priority. Beth had always been a top performer, and other than the news of this random storage unit, she had kept everything well taken care of.

"Fuck!" She screamed, pulling onto the highway, the wind blowing through her hair. If she hadn't been distracted all day, she would have seen the letter sooner, called the owners and figured out how to get them their money. She said a little prayer that everything was still in the storage unit, that there would be no need to track everything down, no need to report that she had messed up. Slamming her palms against the steering wheel in frustration, Beth turned into her parking garage.

Riding the elevator to the top floor in silence, she stormed into her apartment, tossing her bag on the floor and her keys on the counter. Stripping her clothes off, she walked through the apartment naked, turning on the faucet of the tub. As it filled up with hot water, she threw in a bath bomb and poured herself a glass of wine. Stepping into the main room, she stopped when she saw the blank space on the shelf.

A chill ran up her spine. Walking to her bed, she pulled back the covers to reveal that Jenny was somehow buried halfway down in bed.

"I'm not dealing with this today," she muttered, sticking Jenny back on the shelf. She must have fallen while Beth was making her bed in the morning. She twisted the doll sideways, figuring that if she was tipping forward, that would fix the issue. She plugged in her phone, starting a playlist with soft, relaxing music. Grabbing the whole bottle of wine, she took it with her to the bath. The tub was full now, a pretty pink color due to the oils and color released by the bath bomb. She climbed in, pouring herself a glass of wine and letting out a sigh as the warmth seeped into her skin.

"Fuck," she muttered to herself, sipping last night's merlot. The wine warmed her from the inside, and she slid farther into the water, using a rolled towel for her pillow. Warmed inside and out, that familiar light-headedness took over, creeping across her hips and into her groin, her labia swelling larger than normal as a result of the warm bath. Still upset, she crossed her legs slightly, pressing the swollen flesh together. She shifted in the tub, her legs squeezing the skin of her pussy and sending even more blood to the region.

Shifting her thighs across each other, the wine started to take over. The unknown storage unit faded from the front of her mind, but Mike stayed. Sipping some more wine, she pictured Mike just below her, his hands running softly up her legs, squeezing her just above the knees, forcing her legs to rub together even harder.

Beth let her hand run across the skin of her belly, finding the soft folds between her legs. There was no preamble, no desire for prolonged pleasure. She wanted to get off, to feel her body tense up and then release, let her emotions flow away from her like water. She used two fingers, tugging at the skin just above her clit, the sensation of her labia pulled tight sending sparks to her spinal cord. Letting out tiny grunts, she closed her eyes, circling her fingers at an increasing pace, her cheeks and chest flushed with heat. She set down the wine, using her other hand to squeeze her breasts, imagining Mike's hand in place of hers.

What about him had changed? He looked no different, yet was somehow affixed to her consciousness. In her fantasy, he knelt between her legs, his tongue tickling her inner folds, teasing out another gasp. Her fingers pressed harder, occasionally pinching the skin and letting her clit pop in and out of its hood. Fantasy Mike traced her vaginal opening with his fingers, always pushing inward just enough that she could feel it, but never enough to penetrate her.

"Ah...ah...ah..." Beth pushed her breast up, closing her eyes and extending her tongue to lick at her nipple. In her mind, it was Mike, teasing her areola with his tongue. He was shirtless now, tight jeans highlighting the beast trapped within. Beth pressed her breast higher, upset that she couldn't use her own teeth. Her pace increased, her frantic rubbing sending more sparks to her spine, a fire starting to ignite in between her hips.

Mike stood, unbuttoning his jeans. It took him both hands, but he pulled his cock free, an exact replica of the Delightful Dragon.

"I want to fuck you until you beg me to stop," he told her, and she slid three fingers into herself as her orgasm hit, trying to spread them wide despite her pussy's protest. Her ass tensed, raising her hips even farther, and she hooked her fingers, her fingertips pressing into her g-spot. Gritting her teeth, she let out a loud hiss, splashing tub water over the sides. Pulling her fingers free, she rubbed her clit again to prolong her orgasm, her body twitching with the waves of pleasure that permeated her body.

"Oh shit," she muttered, lying back against the bath pillow. Her whole body tingled, the wine making her float across time and space. It wasn't long before she floated away on clouds of sleep, her music playing softly in the background.

-

It was dark when she awoke. The light in the bathroom was off, the only light being the reflected blue glow of her alarm clock, casting just enough light that she could make out the edges of the doorway. She rubbed her eyes, realizing that she had fallen asleep. What time was it, she wondered, moving her legs back and forth. The water had gone cold, and she was tempted to run more water, warming herself up before she departed.

Footsteps, clear as a bell, echoed through her apartment and into the bathroom. She froze, afraid to look at the door, her heart suddenly loud in her chest. Surely she was dreaming, or hearing something else?

The steps approached the door to the bathroom, stopping just outside. There was no mistaking the sound-the board just outside the bathroom creaked slightly. Suddenly, the cold water of the tub no longer mattered, Beth's entire world caving in as her mind turned over what was going to happen next. If someone was really just outside her bathroom, how could she get out of the tub without them knowing?

Oh god, she thought. Had her intruder been watching her, waiting for her to wake? What then was the plan for when Beth finally emerged? Was she going to die? Was she going to be raped?

Her eyes flitted around the room, her heart a tiny frightened bird, ready to escape its cage. She needed a weapon, something she could use. She was too vulnerable here, an easy target. She spotted the handle of her loofah, just over a foot long with the scrub-brush on the end. It was better than nothing.

If she could get to the kitchen, she could grab one of the knives. She slid out of the water carefully, moving slowly to avoid splashing. She picked up the loofah, her eyes on the doorway in case her intruder rushed in. Drying her feet on the bathmat, she stepped across the bathroom, looking in the mirror to see if she could spot movement in her bedroom.

The pitter patter of tiny feet sent a chill up her back. She let out a laugh, holding her head in her hands. The quiet footsteps ran across her apartment again, and she tried to picture the tiny animal that had gotten into her apartment. She had never had a rat problem, but she imagined it would sound just like this. Putting on a towel, she stepped into the darkness.

Still, she was cautious. Moving through her apartment, she found her phone. Flipping through her menus, she activated the light and immediately dropped the loofah.

Her apartment had been ransacked. The blankets on her bed were all over the floor, her clothes had been tossed out of the closet. Every cabinet and drawer in her apartment was open, and somebody had pulled all of the food from her pantry, stacking it all the way to the ceiling. The entire world tilted beneath her feet, the tremors starting in her hands.

She wasn't alone. Spinning, she held the loofah high, searching for the intruder. The only place he could be hiding was under the bed or in the closet-there wasn't room anywhere else. Backing into the kitchen, she dropped the loofah and pulled a butcher knife from her block.

Scanning the room, she backed up to the front door of her apartment. She needed to get out, now. Her hand fumbling at the locks, she pushed the door open, backing out into the dark hallway and closing the door. She waited, knife pointed at the door, expecting her attacker to chase after her.

When nothing happened, she turned around to run for the elevator, freezing in place.

She was back in her apartment, facing into her darkened bedroom. Stunned, she looked back at the door, confirming that she was, in fact, still inside.

Heart pounding, she made a dash for the door, opening it and running through and to the other side. She nearly slipped on the cold tile of her kitchen as she ended up back in her apartment again.

"What the fuck?!?" Her words left her mouth in a fog, the air suddenly much colder than it had just been. This was a dream, it had to be. There was no way this could be happening.

As if the room read her thoughts, all of the books on her bookshelves threw themselves onto the floor, one at a time. Eyes wide, she fell against the front door, watching as the books formed a tiny pile around her bed. A small shadow crossed the floor, vanishing beneath the bed.

"Hello?" She felt ridiculous, but she knew if she was dreaming, she had to confront it. It would either scare the shit out of her, or she would wake up in the tub. Crawling toward the bed, knife ready, she crouched down, ready to attack.

The tiny shadow launched from beneath the bed, shooting between her legs. Yelping in terror, Beth fell backwards, crashing into the chairs at the counter and dropping the knife. Scrambling to her feet, she stared in horror as the cabinets all opened and slammed shut, spilling their contents everywhere. She couldn't leave through the front door, that much she knew. Running for the safety of the bathroom, she slammed the door shut behind her, gasping for breath.

The temperature dropped, her breath scattering in fog. She was freezing, with nowhere else to go. She messed with her phone, trying to call the cops, but there was no signal. She turned the tub on, letting the hot water warm the freezing air. Sitting on her toilet, the knife pointed at the door, she heard a squeaking sound over her shoulder.

The mirror had fogged over, and the letters appeared as if being written by an unseen hand.

TAKE ME HOME

Beth screamed, opening up the door of the bathroom to run away. Standing just outside the door was Jenny, hands on her hips. Backpedaling, Beth slipped on the moist floor of her bathroom, her head smacking into the edge of the tub. Everything from her shoulders up cried out in agony as she tried to rise, but the last thing she saw was the tiny figure of Jenny standing on her stomach.

-

Mike ran down the stairs, pulling his shirt over his head.

"Tink!" He hollered. The goblin poked her head out of the kitchen, a screwdriver in her hand. She wore a cute yellow shirt that she had modified into a tiny dress that came down to mid-thigh.

"No yell. Tink listen." She stepped into the room with him.

"You didn't order pizza again, did you?" The bell rang again, somehow sounding impatient.

"No magic screen without permission," she repeated, rolling her eyes dramatically.

"Then who could it be?" Mike pushed the curtain aside. "Oh. It's Beth." He moved to open the front door, pausing when he realized that Tink was still watching him. "Scram."

Tink rolled her eyes again, wandering back into the kitchen. Shaking his head, Mike opened the door. Beth stood on the front porch, wearing a red dress with a thick, black belt in the middle. She cocked her head and smiled, her eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.

"Hi Mike." Mike stepped back to allow her entry when he was struck by a sudden cold sensation in the middle of his gut. Peering out into the yard, he didn't see either of the Society bitches lurking around. What was this strange sensation?

"Hey Beth, what brings you by?" He asked.

"I'm just checking on the place. Taking a peek. Just a looky-loo." Beth walked past him, peering into the living room. She moved to the mantle, pulling something out of her purse. "I did some soul searching since last we spoke. I believe that a mistake was made."

Mike gulped when he saw the creepy doll emerge from her purse. She pushed it onto the mantle, positioning its legs so that it sat up correctly.

"Um, well, okay." What the fuck could he even say? "Is everything all right?"

Beth ignored him, her attention solely on the doll.

"Um, Beth? Hello?" He approached her from behind, the feeling in his gut growing greater. "Are you okay?" He noticed a large bump on the back of her head.

"I've never been better," Beth informed him, her voice suddenly overlaid with another. "I had to wait many months to escape, to come to this place of rest. I watched the door every day, hoping to finally make your acquaintance. I wanted to start fresh, to be a part of you. And the first thing you did was give me away."

An invisible force threw Mike across the room, where he crashed into the shelves. Scrambling to his feet, he dove out of the way as the cloth covered couch attempted to crash into him.

"Wait. Wait!" Mike stood up, his back aching. "Nobody told me about the monsters, I didn't know!"

"It doesn't matter now. Or maybe it never did. Because I found something better to inhabit." Beth turned to face him, pulling the glasses away to reveal pitch black eyes. "Much better than a stuffy, old doll."

"Oh shit," Mike swore. "Beth, are you in there?"

"It's not Beth anymore. Beth has left town, flown the coop, alley-oop!" Beth did a little dance with her arms, pointing to the doll on the mantle. "But I have given her back to you, for there she sleeps. No eeps, no peeps!"

"Who are you?" Mike asked, but Tink, hearing the commotion, stepped into the living room.

"You." Beth said upon seeing Tink, her eyes narrowing. She let out a cry, the furniture between her and Tink throwing itself aside.

"Run!" Tink yelled, grabbing Mike by the hand. A coffee table lifted itself into the air, just narrowly missing Mike, crashing into the floor where he had been standing. Tink led him out the front door, where Cecilia now stood.

"What is happening?" Cecilia asked, her face a mask of concern.

"Jenny," Tink informed her, as if that explanation sufficed.

Cecilia uttered a string of words in another language, harsh words that still sounded beautiful. "Is she still in the doll?"

Tink shook her head. "She has body now."

"Fuck." Cecilia started to say something else to Mike, but the front door opened, Beth standing in the entryway. Her tightly kempt hair drifted as if caught in a breeze. Mike froze in place, unsure where to go. The evil grin on Beth's face sent a chill down his spine, her fingers hooked like claws, moving toward Mike.

Cecilia opened her mouth, the air splitting apart with her cries. Mike and Tink covered their ears, but Beth fled back into the house, crying out in pain with her hands on the side of her head.