The Monster Multiverse

Do you ever hear about the people with nicknames that the whole town knows, or the whole world, maybe? Some people get these kinds of names just because they're that good at something. The old soldier nicknamed "Crimson Tornado" because he became a cyclone of fallen enemies in battle. The woman called a "Goddess on Earth" just because she's that beautiful to everyone who sees her. Then her name ends up changing to something like "Demon in Disguise" as people start to get to know her and think less kindly of her. Names like that, with grandiose implications, or ones that at least sound good before the explanation.

Me? I get my nickname from sheer bad luck. Who would want to be called "Lightning Rod," anyway?

But it's true. People take to making sure they avoid me coming out during thunderstorms. I've seen women run and snatch their children to get home quickly when I come stepping out into the rain, or see people turn right back around when they were deciding to head out. "Oops, 'Lightning Rod's' out there, better wait a little bit before I go," they're probably thinking to themselves. Look, I can't help it, for some reason, it just keeps happening to me!

Yeah, as if it wasn't obvious by now, when thunderstorms with lightning happen, I seem to be the focus point of the lightning that shows up. I've never been hit, thank the gods, but things around me have. It was especially bad the first month that I was given the nickname; before then, I actually sometimes got to talk to ladies. But then the lightning strikes started to happen, and it was like the bolts were aiming directly at the women; they barely got to dodge in time, some of them I had to push out of the way. It took about five repeats of this crap before word got out that people should just avoid ol' "Lightning Rod" before they wind up six feet under. So, naturally, my social life took a nosedive after that. At first, it was still OK; when it wasn't raining around the town, people still treated me normally and all that. Unfortunately, my luck reared its ugly head again, and as the months went by, the average rainfall for the town skyrocketed, and we were getting thunderstorms at least every other week. Before long, sheer repetition meant that I was "Lightning Rod" whether it was wet or dry, and people would start treating me as such no matter what I did. I just had to try and deal with it and go on with my life as best as I could, with as little problems as possible. Alongside trying to avoid going out during the rainy days, if I could help it.

Today was going to be another one of those days where I just stayed inside and watched the rain fall from outside my window. At least, that was how I planned it, but unfortunately for me, my boss, the head merchant, decided he needed a delivery taken care of and sent to the next town over. Surprise, surprise, he picked me to be the delivery boy; I think we all know that he wanted to get me out of town so that everyone could feel safer. Whatever it took, I suppose. Begrudgingly, I took the package he gave me, and the umbrella he so graciously gave to me--and by "graciously," I mean he shoved it into my hands and sent me on my way as fast as he could push, and was sent on my way. Umbrella in one hand, package tucked away beneath my other arm, I left the big wooden gates behind me and traveled slowly along the beaten path, towards the town. Thankfully the trip wouldn't be too long or anything, but I wasn't in the mood to run and rush it. My luck, I'd probably fall face-first into a mud puddle that swallowed up the package. The rain was drumming loudly against the material that the umbrella was made of, and thanks to wind, even that cover wasn't enough to keep parts of me from getting wet. It was particularly "fun" when the wind would shift a little and I'd find myself having to cover my face because it was getting smacked by so many tiny drops of water flying about.

As I was walking, I heard that sound, the sound that was always guaranteed to put me on edge lately: the low rumble of approaching thunder. Looking up, I could sense it heading this way, coming from the direction of the town behind me. "Aw, crap..." I muttered underneath my breath, right in time for the sound to be muffled by the rolling thunder directly above. I had hoped I would have gotten at least halfway down the path before my luck decided to screw with me and send the homing storms after me, but as always, no such luck on that regard. I started to pick up the pace, hoping to make some more distance before the real "action" started. The grime and mud beneath my feet was beginning to be harder to track through with decent traction, and as the sticky stuff started to cling to my boots, I realized that any faster was just asking for a spill. No running headlong through the path today, it seemed. As if to compound my resignation, there was another rolling thunder that seemed to take less time getting right above my head, and the rain was still coming down as hard as ever. "Damn..." I cursed, moving away from the path for a moment, looking up at the dismal gray sky to see if there was any break, any possible gap in the clouds that might have been heading my way.

Of course, there wasn't. The entire sky was one great big testament to how bleary and dull the color gray was. I scoffed at my bad luck once again making it apparent that this was going to be a pain from beginning to end. I made my way back to the path set out for me, hearing another rumble in the air course through above me, this time choosing to ignore it again, if for nothing else than passive aggression. As the rumbling rolled and rolled above me, I started to feel...uneasy. A bit of my hair was starting to stand on end, and there was a funny feeling going through my spine. I looked up...and jumped back on instinct at the sudden crack through the air, followed a split second later by the bolt of lightning that smacked to where my foot was just before I hopped back. "Shit!" I cursed. It was happening again, ol' Lightning Rod was doing his thing! I threw caution to the wind and just bolted for the pathway and the town it led to. Slipping and sticking in the mud hardly meant anything if I was fried before I got to safety. That was all that was sticking in my head as another flash nearly blinded me, sounding out a crack through the air that let thunder rumble after it. I didn't even see where the bolt struck that time; I was just glad it wasn't anywhere on me. I kept up my pact, running full tilt across the horizon, until the town was right there on the distance. In good weather, the run would get me there in like, ten minutes. As it was now, maybe twenty if I didn't slip up or anything.

Well, for once, thinking something like that didn't immediately lead to my feet getting stuck in a patch of mud and sending me flying into an even bigger pile of filth. Of course, that's not to say what happened was any better....all of a sudden, there was rapid-fire flashing, and crackling through the air came bolt after bolt of lightning in front of me, scattering about like a line, like a fence or wall I'd have to walk through to keep going. I kept trying to go around the area of focus, but the wall of lightning just kept shifting, and my ears were beginning to hurt from the sound. It was like a vengeful lightning god was using me as their little whipping boy for a bad mood. Fed up with this, I just bolted for the nearest bit of cover I could hide under...trees were no good, that would just cause problems. Fortunately, there were a few rock outcroppings and formations nearby, that made a sort of half-cave I could duck under, watching the lightning attempt to follow me until I was underneath one bit of rock jutting out and blocking the rainfall. Finally, the lightning stopped shooting out so quickly, and finally I wasn't soaked by rain at the moment. Finally, I could breathe easy for a little bit...

"About fucking time." That wasn't me saying the words, though I would have had plenty of reason to curse like that. It was somebody else, the voice clear despite the rain all around me. I looked up, glancing around to see if I had just muscled in on somebody's cramped little rain shield, but there was nothing. Instead, there was a slight scraping above me, the sound of something against the rock. I looked up, listening as the noises moved about...heading towards the edge of the rock. Before I could figure out what was happening, a familiar sound rang out, but it was a lot duller and more subdued, followed by the bold of lightning...followed by something else entirely.

I stared as something winged flapped its way down to the ground, black talons hooking into the soft wet soil beneath it. I got an eyeful of a lot of plumage, teal and bright green mixing together in arcing, jagged streaks down to the little feather points, like an entire pattern of lightning bolts on the wingspan. The creature's wings were spread out open to let me see just how impressive that wingspan was, before it flapped once, turning itself around with a short hop into midair. Turned around and facing me, I could see that whatever it was was definitely female. Lithe and athletically built, she looked strong but was small in what parts of her were human. Most of her skin was showing off, only a small pair of clothing grabbing at her hips and a few strips clinging to modesty on her chest. Funny, the two angled strips looked like a dark purple heart that was cracked down the middle to resemble bolts of lightning themselves....the theme of this girl's body continued in her hair, a bright yellow color that spiked about despite its short size, but with a set of strands stylized in a bolt-shape careening down the side of her face, standing out due to its jet-black color instead.

The girl was glaring at me with her neon blue eyes narrowed. Another shiver went through my spine at the glare; it was like I could see little sparks of energy traveling through those orbs at me. "...What?" I queried, rather lamely, but I was getting nervous when she just stared at me like that.

"It is about damn time!" The winged gal responded back, stomping a talon into the dirt in aggravation. "How many times have I had to do a fly over that stinkin' village of yours and try to get you to move it somewhere private?" she said, a note of indignation in her voice that, to play a pun that would seem appropriate, ruffled my feathers a little.

"What are you talking about?" I shot back, thinking about what she could mean...until it clicked on the obvious. "Wait, all that lightning was you?" I surmised, pointing at her. Without a word, she swung her wings, sparks bolting back behind her, then holding them together at the very edge of her wingspan, and I could see little minor bolts of electricity coursing between the feathers, the dull crackling like the sound of splintering wood, but enough to make the hair on my neck try to stand. With a quick spread of her wings, the bolts dispersed into sparks being flung all over, and she wore a smug, knowing smile on her face.

Now it was my turn to be indignant. "What the hell? What did I ever do to you to make you single me out? Those little bolts of yours gave me a reputation around the village! 'Stay away or you'll get zapped!' Every day for months on end!" I exclaimed, waving an arm an gesturing, the umbrella dropped and forgotten.

"Well, if you'd held still, it would have been a lot better for you." she shot back, as if it was obvious, uncaring for my plight.

"Well, I'd be dead, wouldn't I? Of course that would be better." I said dryly.

"Oh, don't be so damn stupid, you're ruining my impression of you." she shot back with a smirk. "My lightning wouldn't have killed you...it'd just stun you and make things easier." I looked at her, stunned in a much different way. Was this electrically-charged bird serious? The only way lightning hits is in a lethal way, even if it was coming from her. I was still outraged at her for the way she had apparently been the cause of all my problems all this time. "What, you don't believe me?" she shot, reading my expression in a different way. "Heh...if not for my lousy freakin' aim, I'd have had you on the floor in the middle of the village. 'Course your people might have gutted me for it...which is why I ain't gonna let this chance slip me by..." she said, and with a definite air of malevolence and mischief that made me realize that, here under the rock outline, I was a bit cornered, with her and her impressive wingspan blocking most of my exit.

"Now, hold on a minute..."

"No more waiting!" she cried out, and with a triumphant cry, almost like a shriek, electricity coursed through her wings, traveling to the tips of her plumage...before she thrust her wings in my direction, bolts launching all around to make sure any attempts at dodging would fail, and before I knew it, I was hit.

A strangled scream ripped through my throat as I felt the lightning hit my chest and start coursing through my veins....several seconds passed before I realized that I wasn't screaming from pain...I was tingling all over, my body was on fire...my back arched, I suddenly felt dry instead of soaked and cold...the strange sensation lasted for an excruciating set of seconds that felt like minutes, before it passed, leaving me flopping down onto the dirt, dropping the package I had still held, without thinking. "Guh....aguh...." I mumbled, unable to properly form words.

The bird-girl was on top of me in seconds, her eyes alight as she lay on my torso. "Heh...feel that? See now, the lightning ain't hurting a bit, is it?" she said with a confident little chuckle. "Let's take a good look at what I've done..." she trailed off, sliding her rump against me as she slid down my chest and towards my hips, plumage that lay just above her butt tickling each part of me as a way of preparing it for the feeling of her flesh...eventually her movement stopped, when she hit a bit of blockage I hadn't even realized I had grown. Feelings were beginning to return to me as I realized how tight my pants were feeling..."Heheh, just as I figured. I always spot the ones who got a great piece of meat..." she said, looking down at me with triumph. "Don't pretend you don't want it, after I zapped your ass..." she said, smirking. As a testament to her flexibility, one of her bird talons bent inward, a claw hooking beneath the fabric of the shorts she wore...and with a single tug, they were torn off completely, discarded like trash and giving me a full view from where I stood of her slit. My mouth still hung open from the chocking, but the widening of my eyes was probably enough for her to tell I was staring at it, watching as a little bit of wetness, that had nothing to do with the drizzle outside, was sliding down her loins to disappear from sight...She licked her lips before standing up, and taking another claw to hook at my pants. "Let's get these off of ya." she said simply, flapping her great wings, blowing wind everywhere as she used her claws to lift me up by my pants, swinging her legs backwards to fling them off, then following up with the same treatment to the clothing beneath that.

There I lay, exposed to the electric bird with the erection I didn't even realize I had grown, and she leaped upon it almost instantly, licking her lips as before, straddling my legs for a moment as her feathers brushed against it. It tickled all over the skin of my dick, but even as she was brushing it with this gentle tickle, I could feel the heat of sparks occasionally zipping through her plumage. "Mmph....Finally, I can get myself a piece of this. Knew I'd get you eventually if I kept zapping." she said, wrapping the shaft entirely, save for the head, in a nest of plumage, before bending forward, tongue hanging out and wetting the tip, making my back arch as a note of pleasure went through me. Any tongue action I was to get seemed to be minor this time, as she pulled away, tongue still hanging out as a bit of a tease, letting go of my manhood and raising her own hips. In their place came her own little slit, and as soon as the opening touched my head, I could feel streaks of her arousal dripping down it, leaving warm, tiny trails across the monument to arousal I had established. Her hips gyrated, leaning my dick this way and that way, as her lower lips hugged warmly to the very tip, teasing at the engulfing they could do. My breath was coming out in short little gasps, still not quite able to form words, only little twitches of my body in response to this plethora of feelings. This stunned state of mine was only serving to make her enjoy things more, apparently, as she licked her lips and stopped her rotation. "Hehe...let's rock!" she said, letting out another, smaller triumphant noise as she shoved her hips downward, her sound of triumph transforming into a low moan as I was engulfed into her folds.

My back arched and I grabbed a handful of dirt when the feeling hit me, like a sudden shift of stimulation, liking jumping into some warm water after being freezing for too long. "Agahh...!" I groaned out, looking up at the mischief-filled gaze of this lightning-infused monster, grinding her hips across my loins, spreading the warm liquid of her arousal around the base, her insides squirming and undulating around my cock with each movement of her body. A tip of her wing flew to her mouth, and she bit down on it, making a low noise of pleasure.

"Nnn....yeah, that's the spot, right there...plant that fat piece of meat way down in my....damn..." she mumbled, mostly to herself, as she pushed and pulled her hips back and forth, as if she was the one doing the thrusting inside, stimulating herself as well as me. But staying at one depth is never enough, is it? Still nipping at her own wing, she pulled her body up, the base of my shaft released from the tight hug of her opening, the rest of it being sucked upon slowly, coated by her warm juices until she was a little above the halfway point, and decided that was enough letting go, sinking back down roughly, pinning my waist to the ground with her force, making me grunt, the sound muffled by the noise she made. Her hips were starting to buck, riding me at a steady rate already, not wanting to waste time, it seemed. My member was subjected to a constant, spreading warmth all over, punctuated by the pounding slap of her hips hitting me roughly. I squirmed and twitched beneath her, unable to resist the feeling I was being put through, trying to buck my own hips as best as I could; it just felt too good to not keep going. "Ahh....keep going....I'm almost got the goods...I can feel it..." she said, moving her position again, one wing behind her head as her back arched like a bow, exposing most of her body and giving me a full view of my cock disappearing into her folds again and again. I hadn't noticed until now, but the strips of cloth blocking the modesty on her torso were moved, exposing the barest outline of budding breasts, and pink nipples against her bright skin, obviously hard with arousal.

"I....can't...." I murmured, groaning as I felt warmth inside, trying to alert this mounting monster of my impending arousal. This warning only served to make her chuckle again, a triumphant little laugh, coming from the mouth of a girl whose tongue was hanging out in enjoyment of her ride.

"Almost there? Haa...haa...well, who could blame you, with this tight hole fucking your dick?" she said proudly, not slowing her movements for a moment. "Mmm...good thing I got a way to make sure that load counts....I want my pussy to fucking drown in each load..." she practically growled, nibbling the tip of her wing again as she bucked. That statement felt ominous, and before I could question what she meant, that feeling in my spine and hair returned, sparks beginning to course through her plumage. My eyes widened in horror, realizing a second too late, before another triumphant squeal came from my tormentor, ripping another scream from me as I suddenly felt lightning coursing through my body, coming straight from her love hole and arcing down my dick and beyond. I was burning up again, and I realized this time that the feelings that weren't pain were pleasure, overloading my senses to where I could barely even think and understand how good it felt. I realized halfway through the screaming that she was crying out, too, pulsating on top of me...I'd already unloaded half of an orgasm into her without even realizing it, the aftermath striking me once the lightning's course had run, my manhood twitching inside her, white sticky juices already oozing out of our connected area.

"Keh...kuuuhh...Hehh...." I gasped out, laying there against the dirt with my tongue hanging out. Spots danced before my eyes as my manhood gave one more, pitiful twitch that drizzled out a bit more of my cum. Almost playfully, the bird-girl squirmed her hips and spread some of our juices around, inside and outside our connection, while smirking down at me. "Hope you don't think you're done..." she said, grinning ear to ear in another of her malevolent ways. I was so weak and beaten by to jolts, that I could barely even muster to will to be curious. Instead, when the inevitable shock came through, I just gritted my teeth and bared to it. Either this shock was weaker, or my will kept me from blacking out over the crazy feeling it was, but the end result, after much squirming and much jolting, was my weakening cock growing back to full-size inside her, no worse the wear and as if it had never unloaded what felt like a week's worth of lust inside her. "Nnnheheh..." she chuckled, squirming and twisting on the full-size organ, her voice low as she raised a wing, tickling at the joint area between us, probing her flesh where my cock occupied her just beneath. She was breathing heavily and sweating a bit more than I would have thought, I noticed, and the way she squirmed about was...off. "Nngh...come on...dammit..." she grumbled, as her hips started to work to the sides and all about once again.

She seemed disgruntled about something, and was starting to shiver and twitch as she rode me...or rather, attempted to ride me. Each buck of her hips, each rise and fall, she would have to stop afterwards, gasping as her feet and wings kept her up, as if she was about to collapse. She was shaking, and her face looked like she was under a lot of sudden discomfort. "Kahh...it's...backfiring...already...?" she asked, words that I didn't quite understand the meaning of. But as she slowly tried to ride me, I found a bit more of my own strength returning, able to at least lift myself up by my elbows and get a better view. The slow pace and weak movements, the way she was twitching and groaning in some kind of desperation...it was weird to see her like this after all she had put me through. But at that moment, I was more concerned with the fact that, after assaulting me to get some of my manhood inside her...now I was getting too little enjoyment out of this. It was agitating me, to see her movements so weak that I could barely feel them.

"Gah, let me do it, dammit!" I shot back in irritation as she kept up that ridiculously weak pace, taking the girl by the shoulders, shocking her into reality again, then twisting my body and rolling, planting her onto the ground beneath me as I pinned her. I looked over her shocked form for a second, my hands on her spread wings, our connected severed during the little tussle, before I plugged myself back into her with a deep thrust. If I made a noise of pleasure at the insertion, it was quickly drowned out by the scream of pleasure that ripped its way out of her. I was almost shocked into silence myself at the sudden switch she was making, but the fact that her rough, solid bird-legs were suddenly wrapped around me, holding me inside her, kept me from stopping my pace.

"Ahh....oh, yes...!" she cried out, as I started to move, pinning her beneath me, plunging in and out of her pussy as best as I could with the restrictions her legs placed on me. "Don't....don't stop, dammit! Just....just fuck me just like that...!" she gasped out, eyes wide, mouth open, and tongue hanging out. It was a complete switch of roles, as now I was apparently the one bringing electric pleasure all over the girl's body, making her eyes widen and her voice emit pleasured screams each time I hit bottom, plugging away at the deepest and most sensitive parts inside her warm, electrifying tunnel. The bird-girl kept uttering increasing loud curses as my pace quickened, particularly loud and crass each time I pinned myself at her deepest points ("Fucking stab me with that thing until I can't fucking fly later!" was a particularly notable one). I was becoming my own frenzy of lust, grunting and raising my hips so that each of my thrusts would wind up deeper inside her, making more of her walls massage my cock, making more of her juices coat it with their warm feeling. "Fuck me....fuck me..." she repeated, her voice low and almost pleading, but by that point I needed little coercion to keep at it. What I needed was something that could prolong the feeling, because all too soon I felt that I was approaching my zenith.

"Guh....Almost...almost..." I grunted, thrusting harder and deeper with each passing second, knowing I was approaching the limit and likely to not be able to be "revived" with any level of strength if she tried to zap me again. The girl's only response was to pant louder, squeezing me tighter with her legs, flailing just a little under my grip. Her wing tips twitched, and I realized that small sparks and minor cracks of lightning had been scorching the nearby areas from the sheer overload she must have been feeling, making her lose control of her lightning. Well, that was evidence that I was doing things right. With a last-second spurt of energy, I pinned myself downward, planting a kiss on the girl's face, not really thinking about anything but the pleasure I was feeling.

The reaction I got was almost instantaneous. Although she hastily accepted my tongue into her mouth, it was with a muffled "MMPH?!" that preceded a loud scream of pleasure that was muffled by my mouth. Juices spurted mildly from her tunnel as I brought her to orgasm, and I could see her eyes rolling just slightly upward from the pleasure, her wings flailing against the ground and sending sparks all around like a ground-based fireworks display, and the pleasure was too great for me to resist. With the overwhelming feeling of pleasure, I unloaded another several shots inside her, only adding to the thick and large amount of juices she had stockpiled inside, making her entire tunnel slippery and sticky with my marking. Even once I was finished inside her, I didn't pull out, choosing instead to wait out her own orgasm, swirling our tongues and tasting that salty saliva until her eyes returned to a more normal position. Only then did I separate the kiss, and both of our tongue were hanging out as we panted from exertion, by that point.

"That was....fucking awesome...." she said, rather weakly, as she looked up at me. "Knew I picked a winner when I spotted ya..."

"You know...we're going to have to talk about that, Sparky." I said, wanting to frown, but instead giving back a little weak smile.

"Oh...well, if ya make sure we can keep this up, I'll stop what I'm doin', then. But only so long as I get plenty of it..." To emphasize her point, she squirmed while we were still connected, tightening just slightly and making the sticky juices within move about.

Letting out a little chuckle, I glanced about, noting that my possessions were still around, and even better, the rain had stopped at some point during all our thunderous proceedings. Reaching over towards the package, I gripped it in my hand and waved it in front of her face. "Just let me finish getting rid of this, and we'll talk." I said, with a small smile, as she relinquished her grip on me, and allowed me to get my clothes back on...

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Since then, my luck started to do a bit of a turnaround. The rainfall around home started to lessen, so we had a lot less thunderstorms and more light drizzles, and even when the big storms came about, I was able to show off to people that there wasn't a single bolt headed my way. So finally, after another month or so, people stopped avoiding me every single moment I was outside, and things started to go back to normal.

Pretty soon, eventually they were calling me by my actual name, and nobody was giving me that damn nickname of ol' "Lightning Rod" anymore.

...Well, there was one exception who still called me "Lightning Rod," but the idea behind the nickname was entirely different now...