7. Chapter Seven

Chapter seven

I start to wake. Without opening my eyes I roll over in my bed. My dream had seemed so real. The shaking of the van and the sound of ripping metal. I need to stop eating cheese before bed.

My hand reaches out for the duvet, but it’s not there. Wait. Where am I?

Confused, I open my eyes and sit up quickly, a light panic setting in. The memories flood back — being dragged from the campervan, the massive hand gripping my arm. It wasn’t a dream.

I blink and look around. Where am I? It looks like I’m in some kind of rudimentary four-poster bed. The posts are rough, made from branches, and the mattress is a surprisingly soft layer of moss. Vines, twisted and braided, form makeshift curtains around the bed. My heart pounds as I take in my surroundings. The space is dimly lit but warm. I can hear the crackle of a fire nearby. This isn’t home. This isn’t the campervan either.

I breathe deeply, trying to calm myself. The earthy smell of the moss and the faint smoke from the fire fills my senses. This isn’t what I expected from a kidnapping by Bigfoot.

I listen closely. There's nothing but the crackling of the fire. No footsteps, no strange noises. Just the fire.

I move to the edge of the bed, my heart still racing, and tentatively peek through the vine curtains. The fire’s glow casts flickering shadows on the walls. It’s a cave. It has to be.

I pull back the vines further, revealing more of the room. The walls are rough stone, cool and damp. The fire sits in a small pit, surrounded by rocks. There are a few makeshift shelves, carved directly into the rock, holding what looks like bundles of herbs and other natural supplies. Is this a bedroom?

I stand up slowly, leaving the safe haven of the bed. I look up and see the cave ceiling soaring high above me. It’s dark, with no hint of daylight peeping through. How deep underground am I?

My curiosity pushes my fear aside. I take a few steps into the room, the fire’s warmth on my back. This place is incredible, but also unnerving. The silence is profound, the isolation complete. I glance around the cave again, taking in the details. The bed is surprisingly comfortable, and the warmth from the fire is soothing. Oddly, I’m not particularly scared. You’d think I would be, but instead, my scientific brain is in overdrive, trying to absorb every detail.

Shit, what’s that noise?

I turn and see a Bigfoot emerge from an entrance I hadn’t noticed before. My heart skips a beat, but I don’t run or scream. Instead, I watch.

The Bigfoot is massive, its fur a deep brown with a distinctive striped pattern running down its arms. The stripes are almost like a natural camouflage, blending with the shadows of the cave. I need to keep a mental note of everything I see down here — a catalog of Bigfoot fur patterns would be a fascinating read for any Sasquatch fan.

The creature sees me. It pauses, then approaches slowly, carefully, like it doesn’t want to scare me. In its hands, the Bigfoot carries something wrapped in leaves. It stops a few feet from the fire and places the bundle gently on the ground. Then, in a movement that almost makes me gasp, it bows slightly toward me before retreating to the entrance.

Bows? Did it just show me some kind of respect or reverence?

I stand there, processing what just happened. Stripe, as I decide to call him, because of the striped pattern on its arms, clearly doesn't mean any harm. Instead, there’s a gentleness in his actions, a deliberate attempt to communicate.

I move closer to the fire and inspect the bundle Stripe left. The leaves are neatly wrapped, and inside, I find some kind of cooked meat. My stomach growls, reminding me that I’m hungry. I take a tentative bite. It’s delicious, rich and smoky. This is amazing — Bigfoot room service.

Finishing the food, I sit back down on the mossy bed. What do I do now? Stripe’s behavior suggests intelligence and social structure — traits I hadn’t dared to hope for. The fire’s warmth and the comfortable bed make it clear that they want me to feel safe, maybe even welcome. Perhaps I am not a kidnapped human, but a guest.

I glance toward the entrance where Stripe had disappeared. Do I follow him? I can either stay here and wait for another Bigfoot to enter, or I can explore. Staying put feels safe, but also passive. I’d just be waiting for something to happen. Exploring though? That could lead to danger. If these Bigfoot are hostile, I might get killed or eaten. But surely that would have happened by now… Worst case scenario: I die. Best case scenario: they’re friendly and I convince one to come back to civilization with me. Shit. Imagine that!

My curiosity wins out. I need to know more. I stand up from the bed, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. This is what I’ve always dreamed of — real, firsthand discovery.

“Alright, Emily, let’s do this,” I whisper to myself, heading towards the entrance where Stripe came from.

I carefully peek around the corner of the entrance, expecting to be met with pitch darkness. But to my surprise, there's light. The tunnel ahead is softly illuminated by some kind of bioluminescent moss clinging to the walls. I smile and laugh to myself — it's beautiful, almost magical.

I step into the glowing tunnel. The soft light bathes everything in an ethereal glow, casting gentle shadows and making the stone walls look alive. As I walk down the rough corridor, my fingers brush the moss-covered walls. The texture is soft, almost velvety. This place is beyond anything I ever imagined. I wonder if this cave system is natural, or if the Bigfoot carved it somehow. The walls are rough, with natural formations that suggest a long history of geological activity. But some areas seem too smooth, too deliberate, as if shaped by intelligent hands. It’s hard to tell for sure.

I don’t have to walk far before I see a Bigfoot ahead. His colossal form blocks my path. He's facing away from me, but there's no getting past without him noticing. This is it — death time. He’ll either let me pass, or chase me back up the tunnel and murder me. No point fighting the inevitable.

I cough politely like I’m trying to get the attention of a receptionist at the dentist’s office.

“Um, excuse me?”

The Bigfoot turns around. It’s Stripe again. He cocks his head to the side like a quizzical puppy. He looks confused to see me.

“Hey, Stripe,” I say, stepping closer. “Where am I?”

I realize it’s silly to speak to him like this. There’s no way he’ll understand me. But his facial expressions change, like he’s actually trying to work out what I said. Then, to my surprise, he steps aside, clearing the path.

“Thanks,” I mutter, amazed.

I walk past him but stop short. Ahead of me is a maze of caves and tunnels, branching off in all directions. I have no idea where to go. I turn back to Stripe.

“I don’t know where to go,” I admit, feeling a bit foolish.

He seems to understand. With a slow, deliberate movement, he gestures down a particular tunnel.

“Alright, lead the way,” I say, even though he’s not moving. I take the first step down the indicated tunnel, glancing back to make sure he’s watching. He is. He follows slowly behind me, those intelligent eyes watching my every move.

Eventually, the tunnel opens into a larger chamber, filled with more bioluminescent moss. In the center, there’s a pool of clear water, reflecting the soft light. The air is cool and damp, but not unpleasant. It feels like a sacred place, untouched and serene. I look around, awe-struck. The bioluminescent moss casts a soft, greenish glow, giving the chamber an otherworldly feel. The walls are dotted with clusters of glowing fungi and delicate, luminescent plants. The air is rich with the earthy scent of damp stone and a faint, sweet aroma. The pool itself is crystal clear, the water reflecting the glowing moss and creating a shimmering effect that dances across the ceiling.

“This is amazing,” I whisper, not really expecting a response. But Stripe steps forward, his massive form surprisingly gentle as he moves. He points to the pool, then to his mouth. It takes me a second to understand.

“You want me to drink?”

He nods, or at least, I think that’s what he’s doing. I kneel by the pool and scoop up some water in my hand. It’s cold and fresh, the cleanest water I’ve ever tasted.

“Thank you,” I say.

Stripe watches me, his expression softening. For a moment, we just stand there, two beings from different worlds, finding a way to understand each other.

Stripe gestures again to the pool, and I shake my head slightly.

"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.

I start to relax when suddenly, I hear a voice. It's low and sensual, reverberating through my mind.

The ritual is complete.

I freeze. The voice is inside my head, but it's not my own. It arrived in my mind without passing through my ears. My heart races as I turn to look at the alpha Bigfoot. His gaze is calm and focused on me.

The voice speaks again, but the alpha's mouth doesn’t move.

Do not be afraid, human. It is I speaking, Kruk. The alpha of my species.

My eyes widen in disbelief. Telepathy? This is beyond anything I could have imagined. My scientific brain struggles to keep up with the wonderment and confusion flooding my senses.

"Kruk," I whisper, testing the name in my mouth. It feels strange, foreign, yet powerful. "You... you can speak to me?"

Yes. We are unable to communicate with your species through word alone. Now that you have partaken in our ritual, we can communicate with you through thought. Do not be alarmed. You are safe here.

I glance around at the other Bigfoot, who watch me with a mixture of curiosity and reverence. The glowing water, the singing, the cum — it was all part of this ritual.

"Why have you brought me here?" I ask, my voice trembling.

Everything will be revealed , Kruk replies.

He extends his hand, palm open and inviting. Tentatively, I reach out and take it, feeling the rough texture of his skin against mine.

Kruk leads me out of the pool, the water cascading off me in gentle waves. As I step out of the pool, the jizz that had spilled into the water is completely gone, as though it was never there at all.

Stripe stands nearby, holding some kind of towel. I cannot tell what it’s made from, maybe animal fur? Stripe wraps the towel around me, his movements gentle and respectful. The towel is surprisingly soft and warm. I pull it tight around myself.

Kruk's voice comes again, reassuring and calm.

You have many questions. In time, all will be answered. For now, rest and know you are among friends. We have much to share with you.

I nod, still processing the magnitude of what is happening. This is beyond anything I could have ever imagined.

Stripe gently guides me back down the glowing tunnel towards my chamber. The soft bioluminescent light creates a serene path as we walk, the cave’s magic still enveloping me. When we arrive back at the makeshift bedroom, the bed of moss and woven vines looks even more inviting now. I’m exhausted.

Stripe gestures for me to lay down, his eyes kind and watchful. I slip under the mossy covers, feeling the day’s events weighing heavily on me. The warmth of the bed and the gentle glow of the cave start to lull me into a state of relaxation.

“Thank you, Stripe,” I whisper, my eyes already starting to close. He nods, a soft grunt of acknowledgment escaping his lips.

As I sink into the bed, my thoughts begin to blur, the surreal nature of everything fading into a comforting haze. Sleep pulls me under almost instantly, my body and mind surrendering to the much-needed rest.

The last thing I see is Stripe standing guard at the entrance, a silent protector in this hidden world. And then, darkness takes over, wrapping me in a deep, dreamless sleep.