Deep in an Irish forest, on a pleasantly cool autumn morning, sat a grim cabin decorated with human skulls, spider webs, and torches lit with pale blue flames. The sound of approaching hooves filled the area, signalling the return of the cabin's owner; a pale skinned, armor clad, black haired woman who held her head under one arm while holding the reins to her horse in the other. The top of her neck stump billowed an identical flame to the ones lighting the cabin's torches.

It was a long night of collecting mortal souls for Ceanna the Dullahan, and while she loved her work, she also loved lounging around her isolated cabin and relaxing. After hopping off of her horse and tying it down, she stretched her arms upward, raising her yawning head to the sky before tucking it back under her arm. She entered her cabin, reemerging without her armor, dressed now in much more comfortable black robes, and walked a few yards away from the building, where a hammock was set up near a tree stump.

Ceanna gently placed her head on the  tree stump and then had her body climb into the hammock  and cross her arms under her neck stump. It didn't take long for the nocturnal hunter to drift into sleep, and after her eyes closed, the blue flame on top of her neck went out, instead an occasional puff of blue smoke would emerge.

Some time later, a pair of women approached the sleeping dullahan, one was tall and blonde, looking human aside from her sinister red glowing eyes, while the other was on the short side , and her light brown skin and the shape of her eyes made it clear she was from a far away land.

"Ah, here we are," the taller woman said to the shorter, and then turned her attention to the sleeping Ceanna, "Ceanna, dear, time to wake up, you have a visitor!"

There was no response, so the woman kicked Ceanna's rear, she merely mumbled something unintelligible and rolled over on her side. Now frustrated, she grabbed Ceanna's head by the ponytail, lifted it off the tree stump, and began to flail her arm around, yelling "WAAAAAKE UUUUUUP!"

"WAAHHHHHH!" Ceanna yelped in surprise while her head was wildly swinging through the air, her body frantically struggled against nothing, blue flames shooting violently out of her neck, until her movements caused the hammock to flip her out of it and onto the ground.

"Oh, good, you're awake!" she said to Ceanna's head, who was now staring daggers at her.

"Who the hell do you think you are, picking up a dullahan's head like that?!" Ceanna spat at the woman while her body grabbed at a nearby tree for the balance needed to stand up. After her grogginess faded, she realized her head was currently being held by a Sidhe, a direct underling of Queen Mab, ruler of the Unseelie Court. Realizing who she was dealing with, she sighed, and with healthy side of sarcasm, asked, "Why, what brings you to my humble little neck of the woods."

"I'm glad you asked," The Sidhe replied, "You've been chosen to be a host to a monster sent to us by the Monster Exchange Program!"

"Ugh..." Ceanna sighed. Why did the Unseelie Court have to join the Monster Alliance? All it did was create more work for her, and now she is being forced to let some foreigner stay at her cabin? "Why me?"

"Because I think, given your... attributes, you ought to get along. Here, let me introduce you," The Sidhe carried Ceanna's head over to the other woman and held her at her eye level. "This is Dalisay, a foreign exchange monster from a distant land known as The Philippines."

"Truly a pleasure." Ceanna said dryly, "I'm Ceanna, I guess I'll be your guide to the mystical land of Ireland."

"Thank you, it is a pleasure to meet you," Dalisay said, "Your country is very beautiful."

"Thanks, I guess." Ceanna lived deep in the woods and reaped souls. She wasn't particularly patriotic.

The Sidhe turned Ceanna's head around to face her, "Now, this is a learning experience for both of you! Learn about each other's cultures, broaden your horizons, and help unite all monster kind!"

The Sidhe handed Ceanna's head to Dalisay and then disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving Ceanna and Dalisay alone.

"So, uh, can ya hand me to my body?" Ceanna asked while her body wandered around aimlessly in the background, having her head handed around had disoriented her.

Dalisay complied and walked over to Ceanna's body and handed her head to her body. She tucked her head under her arm and asked, "So, Dalisay, what kind of monster are you?"

"Well, I'm a Manananggal." seeing the look of confusion on Ceanna's face forced her to elaborate, "It's sort of like what you in the west would call a vampire, but, well, there is one difference." she smiled, "I think as a Dullahan, you will be able to appreciate what I can do."

"Oh really? Well, let's see it."

"Of course!" A pair of batlike wings suddenly sprouted from Dalisay's back, which she began to flap to life herself off of the ground, or at least, all of her above the waist. He lower half remained on the ground, much to Ceanna's amusement.

Ceanna walked over to Dalisay's legs, holding her head out in her hand to get a look at them. She couldn't help but notice during her inspection that Dalisay had a small but perfectly rounded butt that protruded quite nicely, each cheek was a perfect handful, and they were handfuls Ceanna hoped to get at some point.

"So, can you move your legs while you're detached like I can my body?" Ceanna raised her head up to face the fluttering Dalisay.

"Yup!" she replied, making her legs jump up and down and then run in place.

Ceanna was instantly smitten with Filipina monster. She thought she would hate being a part of the Monster Exchange Program, but she could see why the Sidhe thought the two would get along.

"Sooo..." Ceanna said, "Do you think you could... fly around while carrying my head?" Ceanna held her smiling head out in both hands in the direction Dalisay was fluttering.

"It would be my honor!" Dalisay said as she grabbed a hold of Ceanna's head, "I'm not strong enough to fly with another person's full weight, but just a head should be no problem!"

Ceanna's body, meanwhile, walked over to Dalisay's legs and picked them up, placing them on her shoulder. Dullahan's had supernatural strength, and the lower half weighed very little, so she had no problem carrying the legs inside of her cabin for safe keeping.

"Hah, we're both carrying each other at the same time!" Ceanna's head said. Her body placed Dalisay's legs on the floor of her cabin and guided them to a chair to sit in. Her body can't see, but Ceanna knows the layout of her cabin well enough to navigate it blind.

"That would be really surreal for anyone other than us!" Dalisay chuckled before asking, "Ready to take off?"

"Let's do it!"

"HAHAHAHA! THIS IS AWESOME!" Ceanna said as Dalisay flew them above the forest, giving them both a magnificent bird's eye view of the forest's fall foliage. While she enjoyed having her head carried around, the view, the wind through her hair, and the camaraderie of another monster that could divide her body made this infinitely more fun. Not to mention, Dalisay would occasionally hold her head against her small but perky breasts whenever they were about to do a nosedive.

"So, what is it that Dullahans do?" Dalisay asked.

"I reap the souls of mortals," She replied, "And you said you were like a vampire, that mean you're a bloodsucker?"

"Indeed."

"Hm, we'd make a good team, you and I," Ceanna said, grinning, "You could swoop in, carrying my head, and suck the blood of mortals, and when they're weak, I can take their soul!"

"You can do that as just a head?" Dalisay asked.

"Yeah, I can shoot that blue flame out of my head's neck stump, too. It's just not a good idea to fight with just my head by myself because the flame works better on targets that have been worn down, but with you sucking their blood it would be no problem! And my body would get to rest back at my cabin all night!"

"Wow, actually, that would be really fun! I bet no one here would expect to be done in by half a Manananggal and a Dullahan's head!"

The two made small talk for a bit longer before Dalisay's wings began to tire, Ceanna guided her to a clearing in the woods. Dalisay fluttered down to earth and placed Ceanna's head on a tree stump and then landed on the bottom of her upper half, leaving her eye level with Ceanna's head. Her wings retracted into her back.

"So, you seem to really enjoy having your head carried around," Dalisay stated, "Doesn't this situation make you feel nervous?"

Ceanna smiled at Dalisay and replied, "Well, I do feel small and helpless like this, but honestly, as long as I'm with someone I trust... I get kind of a thrill out of it."

Dalisay blushed. She grabbed at her pony tail and ran her fingers through it while saying, "R-really? I always get nervous leaving my lower half behind. What if someone found it and did... sexual things to it? There are mortals with weird desires out there!"

"Oh, I know that all too well," Ceanna said dreamily, "I actually quite like having my head and body used like that. Having an orgasm so far away from my head is one of my favorite parts of being able to divide myself!"

"I... haven't really tried that." Dalisay admitted.

"Is that so?" Ceanna's head grinned at Dalisay's upper half. Meanwhile, back in her cabin, she moved her body to the chair where she left Dalisay's legs and grabbed the Manananggal's thigh.

"EEEEP!" Dalisay squealed as she felt a hand grab onto her leg, effortlessly manhandle her lower half, throw in on a bed, and then she felt them being pinned down by Ceanna's body. She felt a pair of hands squeeze her firm butt, "Please... stop..."

"You're holding my helpless little head hostage," Ceanna said, grinning at Dalisay, "If you want me to stop, make me!"

She placed a hand on top of Ceanna's head, grabbed a handful of her hair, and lifted it off of the tree stump, all the while she felt the Dullahan's fingers begin to work their magic. Looking deeply into Ceanna's eyes, she tried her hardest to suppress the pleasure she was feeling, to do something to Ceanna's head to make her stop, but her panting turned into moaning, and she finally did something with the Dullahan's head; brought it in for a kiss.

Ceanna was surprised with this turn of events, but quickly began to reciprocate the kiss. The two monster girls passionately embraced each other in different ways and in different places, a type of lovemaking that was new and exciting even for the more experienced Ceanna.

After Dalisay experienced her first long distance orgasm, her upper half flopped onto her back and let go of Ceanna's head, which rolled a short distance on the ground before coming to a stop. She blew a fallen leaf out of her face and said, "I take it that was good for you?"

"Amazing..." She said, still breathing heavily.

"So, I have another question. Have you ever used your ability to divide yourself to eat yourself out?"

"I... have thought about it," Dalisay admitted, "But I've never tried it because it seemed so dirty... so wrong... but now I want to try it as soon as I get back to my legs!"

"Haha, that's the spirit," Ceanna said, trying to use her neck to gain enough momentum to roll over and face Dalisay, "We can have a race when we get back!"

"That does sound fun..." Dalisay said, imagining the bizarre scene in her head.

"But first..." Ceanna said, "The sun is going down. I believe that means you have blood to suck and I have souls to reap."

"Oh my, you're right!" Dalisay said, using her arms to balance her upper half in an upright position. She hand walked her way to Ceanna's head, picked it up for a kiss, and then tucked it under her arm before sprouting her wings and flying off as the sun set.

A few hours later

A stagecoach drawn by two horses drove through the woods in the thick of night. The driver thought he heard something rustle in the nearby trees, but simply chalked it up to some woodland creatures, some bats, perhaps. The sounds grew louder, and more frequent, and the driver couldn't help but begin to feel nervous, the more he thought about it, the more likely it felt that he was being stalked by some unheavenly creatures. After going a few minutes without hearing any strange noises, he laughed at his prior stupidity and whipped the reins, prompting the horses to pick up their pace.

He heard a scream. He saw a dark shadow swoop down from the trees, flying directly at him, and once it was close enough, he saw Dalisay's flying upper half carrying Ceanna's head in her hands. Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his neck, but only briefly, before he felt a strange flame engulf him, and then he felt nothing as his life expired.