Page 9 of Bigfoot Threw Rocks at Me

"No, thanks. I’ve had enough to drink."

He makes a series of grunts and noises, his gestures becoming more animated. I tilt my head, trying to decipher his meaning. What’s he trying to say?

Stripe moves to the edge of the pool, dips his hand in, and then pours the water over his arm. Suddenly, it clicks.

“Oh, you’re offering me a bath?”

I frown, glancing at the pool, then down at my clothes. I take a tentative sniff. Yep, I probably do need a wash. It’s been a couple of days since I’ve had a proper bath, and the thought of cleaning up is more appealing than I’d like to admit.

“Okay,” I say, nodding slowly. “I guess a bath isn’t a bad idea.”

Stripe stands by the pool, watching me with those intelligent eyes. He seems almost proud of his offering, as if he’s sharing a special part of his world with me.

“Thanks, Stripe,” I say, smiling at him. The cave, with its glowing moss and serene pool, feels like a hidden gem. Who knew Bigfoot could be so thoughtful?

I can’t help but chuckle at the situation. Here I am, deep in an underground cave, taking hygiene advice from a Bigfoot.

Slowly, I slip out of my hiking boots and socks, wiggling my toes in relief. My pants and underwear follow until I stand naked under the soft glow of the bioluminescent moss.

I feel Stripe's eyes on me, and a flush creeps up my cheeks that has nothing to do with the chill. I have never been shy about my body, but something about his steady gaze makes me suddenly self-conscious. Can a beast truly appreciate a woman's form? I shake the thought from my mind and dip a toe into the pool. Unable to resist, I slide in up to my neck, letting the water envelop me. A contented sigh escapes my lips.

Stripe moves closer to the edge of the pool, watching me. He starts making noises that are almost musical, a series of low, melodic hums and trills. Is he singing?

The sound is strangely relaxing, blending perfectly with the tranquil ambiance of the cave. I close my eyes, letting the cool water and music wash over me. It feels like a lullaby, soothing and ancient.

Then I feel it — an electricity in the air. The static feeling again. I open my eyes and glance around. I know what that means. More Bigfoot are coming.

From an entrance hidden in the shadows, a second Bigfoot emerges. Then a third. I freeze, treading water in the middle of the pool as more immense, hairy forms lumber into the cavern. There must be at least six of them now, their eyes glinting in the mossy light as they gaze upon me.

A nervous thrill courses through me. I'm completely exposed, naked in this pool with a troop of powerful beasts surrounding me. Logically, I know I should feel afraid, but I sense no malice in these creatures as they watch me.

The Bigfoot begin to hum and rumble to one another in that strange, melodic language. The acoustics of the cave amplify the sound until it resonates through my body like a living thing. Goosebumps prickle my bare skin, and not because of the cool water. I close my eyes again, letting the sound wash over and through me. The resonance seems to echo in the deepest parts of my body. I feel my core tighten and throb. It’s as though their singing has awoken something primal in me.

I open my eyes, trying to focus on the here and now, and not the sensations inside me. The Bigfoot continue their wordless song. Their voices weave intricate melodies, sometimes discordant, sometimes harmonious.

The largest of the beasts steps closer to the pool's edge. He is broad. Muscular. I can see his toned body through the swirls of his dark fur. Softly, he steps into the pool with me. His amber eyes lock with mine, and in their dark depths I see wisdom and longing.

The beast reaches out a massive hand and brushes his fingers ever so lightly over the surface of the pool. Ripples spread from his touch, lapping against my bare breasts. The water’s caress makes me shiver with delight. This is no dumb beast. This is an intelligent being, communicating in the only way it knows how.

I meet his gaze steadily, reading his intent. He wants me to react. He is looking for connection, for permission to come closer. Perhaps we are not so different, human and beast. We all seek belonging, intimacy, the comfort of another's touch.

Slowly, I reach out my hand, watching for any sign of retreat. Finding none, I brush my fingertips along the surface of the pool, sending ripples dancing back toward the Bigfoot. He rumbles low in his throat, a primal purr of satisfaction.

I feel an intense charge in the air between us. My body is alive, every nerve ending tingling. Slowly, dreamily, I glide through the water until I'm right before him.

I look around at the other Bigfoot, standing around the edge of the pool. Their singing has changed. It's lower, more guttural. Their massive bodies sway as they chant, their eyes half-closed. I glance down and gasp as I see their huge, engorged cocks in their hands. They're masturbating, stroking themselves slowly as they look at me and their alpha.

I freeze, unsure what to do. This could be dangerous, being surrounded by such powerful, virile creatures in the grips of primal need. But I cannot deny the heat blooming between my legs either, the throbbing desire awakened by their earthy display.

I look down into the water and notice that the alpha is working his thick length also. His eyes burn into me and he grunts, thrusting his hips forward suggestively. I know he can smell my arousal, as can the others. It's driving them wild. Their massive penises are now fully erect, jutting out from their furry groins like rigid spears.

I meet the gaze of the beast before me, reading the longing in those ancient eyes. Slowly, I reach out and trail my fingers down his powerful furry chest. He shudders, a rumbling groan escaping his throat. I sense his cock twitching with pent-up desire. He groans and convulses, his seed spilling into the water.

As if on cue, the other Bigfoot also reach their climaxes, and a chorus of primal roars echo through the cavern. I instinctively shut my eyes as hot cum erupts from their massive cocks, showering me in thick ropes of sticky seed. It coats my naked body, sliding down my breasts and into the water. I gasp as some of it hits my face, marveling at the strange yet strangely arousing sensation. Then the floating seed around me begins to glow. The light starts as a soft shimmer but quickly intensifies, filling the entire pool with a radiant luminescence. I gasp, shielding my eyes from the brilliance. The glow is almost too bright, casting dancing reflections on the cave walls and ceiling. It’s like being surrounded by liquid starlight semen.

As the light pulses around me, the orgasmic sounds from Bigfoot begin to calm. Their humming and trills fade into a gentle murmur. The air hums with electricity.

Slowly, the light begins to dim. I lower my hand cautiously, peeking through my fingers. The pool is still glowing, but now it’s a soft, inviting light, illuminating the cave in a warm, magical glow. I look around, eyes wide with wonder, taking in the transformed space.

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