Page 11 of Bigfoot Threw Rocks at Me

You were asleep for several hours. It is evening now.

I blink in surprise.

“Evening? Wow, I’m sorry for sleeping so long.”

It is understandable. The magic in the ritual was likely a lot for a human to process.

I nod, realizing he’s right. The ritual, the glowing water, the cum bath — it’s all been overwhelming, but in a good way. I feel different, more connected to this place and these beings.

“Thank you, Stripe,” I say again, reaching for the food he brought. “I really appreciate all of this.”

He nods, his eyes softening.

You are welcome, Emily. We are glad to have you here.

I look down at myself and I realize I’m still wearing the towel from earlier, and it feels a bit silly standing here like this.

“Stripe, could you get my clothes from the pool?” I ask.

Stripe shakes his head gently.

You will not need your human clothes. The other Eldruk have woven a dress more fitting for a queen.

I’m not sure where to start unpacking that sentence. The “Eldruk” part I can guess — it’s probably what the Bigfoot call themselves. It makes sense, why would they use the name we humans invented? But the “queen” part — that’s a bit of a mystery.

I look at Stripe, searching his face for any sign that he’s going to explain.

I will fetch your new dress, he says, turning to leave the room.

"Ok, great," I say, trying to sound casual. There’s so much I don’t understand yet, but I can feel the sincerity in Stripe’s words. They’ve put a lot of thought into this, whatever it is.

As he disappears down the tunnel, I sit down and focus on my food. The meal is simple and nourishing, but I don’t feel particularly hungry.

Stripe returns, holding a garment that takes my breath away. It’s pale and shimmering, finely woven with an intricate swirling pattern. I reach out and touch it, feeling the soft, silky fabric under my fingertips.

“What is this made from?” I ask, my voice filled with wonder.

It is the silk of spiders, Stripe replies, his tone matter-of-fact.

“Spider silk?” I echo, skeptical. “But spider silk would be too weak.”

Stripe smiles gently, a knowing look in his eyes.

You have much to learn about the natural world.

He places the dress carefully on the bed, the shimmering fabric catching the light.

Put this on. When you are ready, come out.

I nod, still in awe of the beautiful garment. Stripe leaves the room, and I can’t help but run my fingers over the dress again. It’s incredible, and the fact that it’s made from spider silk adds another layer of mystery to this place. Humans could learn a lot from these beings.

I slip into the dress, the silky fabric cool against my skin. It fits perfectly, almost altering itself to fit my form. The texture is unlike anything I’ve ever worn, soft and strong at the same time. I feel almost ethereal, like I’m wearing a piece of the forest’s magic.

Taking a deep breath, I head towards the entrance of my chamber. Just outside, Stripe is waiting for me. He looks at me and bows deeply.

You are most beautiful, my queen.

I blush, feeling warmth rise to my cheeks.

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