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Friends in Flesh
Part 3 – Garden Flowers

Waggling her fingers, Emily frowned. Her arm was feeling tingly up to her bicep. Raw, almost. She crossed her arms.

“So, what do you think this place is?” Maggie asked alongside. Emily shook her head.

“I don’t know. There’s sex everywhere. The entrance, the ceiling back there, the walls. It’s all flesh.” Maggie nodded.

“Yeah. It’s like an orgy in…here…” They had just rounded a bend into a long stretch of tunnel. Ahead of them the fleshy walls became dotted with breasts, their frequency increasing the further along it was. They looked to each other warily and approached. Maggie palmed the closest one tentatively.

She removed her hand as the pink nipple crinkled into a hard nub. Emily watched in fascination. Wordlessly they moved on. Maggie took the lead as the path narrowed, the increasing number of breasts strangling the walking room. They grew across the floor now, causing the girls to lurch as they tried to find cleavage to walk on. Eventually they grew too dense and they were forced to walk across the perverse carpeting.

Momentarily losing balance, Emily’s side brushed against the hard nub of a tit. She choked back a gasp as it slid across her arm, causing the whole limb to buzz pleasantly. It wetly parted from her skin as she held it up for inspection. There was no hair now, the skin a smooth pink color. Many of the crinkles and folds of her arm and hand were missing. It felt almost bloated and her pulse throbbed within pleasantly. She bit her lip as she flexed her hand and wrist. Just moving it felt intense and somehow…familiar. Emily dropped the changed arm to her side and caught up with Maggie. She would tell her when they were safer, she didn’t need her friend worrying about her.

Soon the boob filled canal opened abruptly into a massive cavern. Suddenly in unfamiliar territory, Maggie stopped abruptly at the entrance. Dwelling on her arm still, Emily stumbled into her. Emily went down clumsily, catching herself against the breast flooring with her changed arm. Immediately her limb exploded at the sensation, shock traveling up her limb and diffusing into her body. She unabashedly groaned in orgasm. Arm giving out, she fell onto the deep pink limb. She saw stars. Squealing, she immediately rolled over while clutching her arm to her chest, shaking. After several moments of quivering pleasure, she finally came down, breathing hard. Maggie looked at her incredulously.

“Emily what the hell? Are you okay?” her gaze settled on her transformed limb, the flesh pink, smooth, and beading with slick moisture, “What’s wrong with your arm?”

Emily knew exactly what had happened to her arm. It was a clitoris, or made from it anyways. The fullness, the moisture, the overwhelming sensation. Emily’s left arm was now entirely erectile tissue that belonged between her legs. The smell of pussy filled the air once more, hot and fresh from her new flesh. Her underwear was stuffy, feeling left out from the new sensations. She lifted it limply, eyes lidded from the afterglow.

“I-I think it’s a clit now. Fuck,” she huffed as thrummed with heat. “We can’t touch any of the stuff here. I got splashed by the pool and now my arm’s…this!” she gestures to her hand turned fun button. Maggie helped her up, careful to not touch her left side.

“Shit. Alright, alright, we’ll fix this. We just have to find Vicky and get out of here,” she turns towards the massive cavern of jugs, “And hope none of them are leaky…”

The pair could get a better look at their surroundings now. The cave was roughly L shaped. To the left, the floor sloped down into a lower plateau of breastflesh. Their view ahead was more obscured. Breasts of all sizes grew here, including those as large as boulders with nipples the size of their heads.

“Let’s go forward. Anything fluid in here might drain that way,” Emily mentioned indicating the depression towards their left. Maggie nodded, the two proceeding carefully through the field of boobs. It turned out the other way wasn’t an option anyways, there was no exits that either of them could see there. The further they went the more plentiful the plus sized knockers became, forcing them to take winding routes around the obstructions. They had to carefully skirt around several that were leaking milk. Despite the circumstances, Maggie had to grin.

“You know, after we get out of here, that left hand of yours is going to become your best friend,” she chuckled, “But then again not much is changing then.” Emily had to smile, shaking her head at her friend.

Reaching the end of the cave, they laid their eyes on a tunnel the led away from the breastflesh domain. Between the exit and themselves there was a pit filled with titanic tits the size of cars. Their upper curves were at roughly the same height to the floor they had been traveling, like boulders, half submerged. Milk leaked from some of their hefty nipples, the cleavage between the massive mounds filled with peachy-white fluid. Frowning, Maggie turned toward Emily.

“What now?” She looked around at the lake of milk, hands on hips. Emily squinted up at the ledge on the far side and pointed. Clothes were strewn about, including a dark purple shirt. Vicky’s. They looked at one another.

“How did she come from this way? She wasn’t wearing anything when we saw her.”

Frowning, Emily looked ahead blankly, “Maybe she took her clothes with her? I’m not sure, but I do know we have to find her again. This seems like our best bet.” Maggie shook her head with apprehension.

“What? Try to jump across? What if we fall? I’m sure having a joy buzzer as an arm is great and all, but I’d rather not become a giant boob,” she swept her arm out to the massive tits.

A flicker of a smile crossed Emily’s face, “Implying you’re not already one?”

Maggie rolled her eyes, “You really want to do this?” Emily nodded. …..

They gave themselves ample room before the pool to get a running start. They would have to jump from breast to breast to get across safely. The tits were large, and shouldn’t be too hard to land and jump from, but one wrong move and they would end up in the fluid below…

Emily went first. She leapt, landing safely into wobbling pliant flesh. Pausing, she immediately recognized a problem. She could hardly use her left arm without her knees going weak. On top of that, it was still covered in her slick lust. She bit her lip, committed now. At least Maggie wouldn’t have this issue. She leapt to the next mound, having to wrap her left arm around its nipple to keep herself upright. She shuddered involuntarily before standing and launching herself to the next one.

Maggie was close behind and before long they were closing on the safety of the ledge. Emily’s head was swimming at having to use her new arm so much. Flexing, rotating, even moving her fingers was like an act of masturbation. If she could just get to the ledge she could cool down. She made another jump, but this time something was wrong. As soon as she landed the nipple erupted. A thick spray of milk arced into the air, splattering everywhere downrange. Emily jumped immediately, somehow avoiding the cream. As her panic rose it suddenly felt like a sprint to the finish, hoping that the next nipple wouldn’t erupt in the same way. She made one more massive lunge over the remaining gap…and landed in a sprawl.

Maggie had taken another, longer route to avoid the milk slickened breast Emily leapt from. Several leaked as she landed on them heavily, but she was quick enough to avoid the flow. She looked to Emily as she landed on the last boob before the ledge and jumped…Emily saw it before she ever landed. She was too low. Maggie splashed heavily into the lake of breastmilk.

She was immediately soaked, floundering towards the safety of the ledge, panic rising in her throat. Emily didn’t hesitate, immediately rushing to the ledge and grabbing her friend’s uplifted arm. She had to dig her sodden left arm into the fleshy floor to keep from slipping in, a feat that made her body ache with arousal. She heaved the soaked girl onto safety.

Immediately the milk soaked into the redhead’s skin. She groaned as her body shifted, bulges of fat pushing out from her body. Circles of skin flushed pink as their flesh hardened into erect nipples, crowning the forming breasts. Maggie cursed and flailed to undo her bra, freshly made tits straining painfully against the fabric. The stretched underwear popped free, allowing her breasts old and new alike to jiggle to rest. She moaned as the sensation from a dozen new boobs slammed into her mind. Finally, the changes slowed, Maggie panting on her knees. Her arms hung away from her as she checked herself over.

Her torso, legs, and arms were covered in tit flesh, her new orbs were identical to the old set. They were firm with incredibly hard nipples, each a point of pleasure in a sea of erogenous flesh. She shifted to her feet, whole body wobbling with her movements. Her underwear was still intact through sheer luck. The mounds that had grown over her thighs and hips happened to push out around the elastic bands. Still, they were uncomfortably tight due to a single breast growing above her groin. Most of her body was now completely coated in tits. She looked to Emily with wide eyes.

“Uhm…well, shit.”

…..

Laura finally ran out of breath. She stumbled against the fleshy wall of a tunnel, an entrance to yet another room within throwing distance. She was breathing heavily, panic finally being subdued by her exhaustion. She had been running for more than five minutes now. She shivered, hoping that thing wasn’t chasing her still. There was something about the creature that terrified her more than everything else she had seen today. She tried to push it from her mind.

She thought back to what Vicky had said, about them, about Olivia. Laura shook her head and stood as her despair mounted. No, it wasn’t right, this had to be some misunderstanding. They would clear it up, they had to…

She walked into the nearby chamber with her arms wrapped around herself. Alone and wary, she took in the room. The chamber was roughly round with another exit towards the far side. Laura eyed it with a bit of fear, as she saw the walls there were full of stiff pricks. Along the wall to her right there was a large pool of milky-clear fluid. She scanned the left wall before doing a double take, eyes widening.

The left side of the room had a shorter ceiling, making it a bit smaller and dimmer. Along the curved flesh of the wall, there was a stretch that was covered with faces. All were feminine, and it appeared as if their heads were more than half submerged into the wall, keeping their facial features intact. Hair even fell around their faces, multiple styles and types gracing the wall. All kinds of women made up the wall, their varying skin tones standing out against the fleshy pink of the walls in this place. They appeared to be asleep.

Laura felt a fear grip her. This was…so so wrong. But…wait. These were people, or they looked like it at least. She could talk to them, they could help her! She approached slowly, eyes roving over their features. As one in the center opened her eyes, she went to give a slight wave. Wait, was that rude? Huh…

She had ginger hair with pixie like features. A small button nose, soft chin, thin pink lips, and a sprinkling of freckles across her face.

“Hello. Can I help you?” the girl said politely. She looked up at Laura with bright green eyes and a patient expression.

“Uh. I think so…” As Laura tried to collect her thoughts, the other face’s eyes started to open.

“Oooo! She’s a cute one.”

“I don’t smell anything for us though…” “Aww, she doesn’t have one.” “Mmh, here. Kiss me hun~”

Laura looked confused. Well at least the one was making sense. “I-I’m looking for my friends.”

The friendly face frowned, “Oh. Sorry. I can’t feel anyone besides who comes through this room. Is there anything else I can do for you?” Laura bit her lip nervously. She really had to find the others...Well, maybe if she couldn’t find them here (wherever here was), maybe she could find her way back from the outside.

“That’s, uh, okay. Do you know if there’s any other way out of here?” Laura asked, fidgeting. The other faces started to grow more fevered.

“She can do something for us…” one whimpered. “Please! Here! It doesn’t even have to be your tongue!” Another made a wet kissing sound.

“Aaaah, here. Inside~”

The faces were all looking towards her, eyes hungry and mouths yearning. This was…strange. Laura looked back to the helpful one as she spoke.

“Oh yes. There are many entrances and exits to this place. Some change you though, as you go back.” She licked her lips oddly, eyes fliting down to the girl’s hands before returning to her face. For a moment there was longing on her face. The others were less polite about their desires. Some drooled openly and many smacked or rubbed their lips together eagerly.

“Oh, great! Is there any way you could tell me where to go to get to one? A normal exit please.”

The cacophony of voices interrupted again.

“Just fill me already! It’s been ages!” “Get yourself a cock and come back…” “Let me swallow your tongue cutie~”

There was a lewd noise from one of them. Laura turned, confused.

She saw an almond skinned face with straight brunette hair. Two deep brown eyes looked to her, pleading, as a pink quivering cunt twitched where her mouth should be. Others were changing similarly, their grool running down their chins and lower neighbors unabated. The smell of hot feminine arousal enveloped her once more. Laura took a step back in shock.

“What’s going on? What are you doing…?” The wet sounds of needy pussies filled the air. Changing lips smacking inarticulately and sodden queefs fluttering from sensitive labia.

The ginger haired face was showing signs of a similar change. She licked her lips as they softened. “There’s an exit nearby, towards the left. Is there anything else I can help you with?” Her words were becoming softer, slurred as her mouth changed. The other faces were even further along. Some had shut their eyes and lost them, their warm slit the only feature on their mound. Their visages had simplified, the features of their faces softening into a pubic mound. The various hair they had curled, growing short and course, becoming similar in everything but color. Each snatch was unique, labia particular to each bump on the wall.

Laura swallowed a lump in her throat, “Is…is there any way I can help you?”

She looked at the blonde with the same wanting expression as before, “Yes please! Just come close and-“ Her words became a soft queef as her lips became long thin labia, but she looked to Laura with the same expression, as if she understood.

She backed away as the green eyes looked to her with yearning, her fiery locks becoming curly pubes, her face becoming a muff. Finally, those green pools shut, the vagina retaining her freckles, splashed across her puffy mound. The wall in front of Laura was now covered in leaky twitching cunts. Her stomach flopped as she recognized some of them from their skin and pubic hair. Beautiful faces made into drooling simple sex.

Her breath became heavy. This was too much. She backed away towards the phallus covered tunnel, thinking frantically. Maybe if she could reach that exit, she would be fine? Maybe if-

Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted as she heard something slapping further inside the phallic tunnel. Fear rocketed inside her, the image of that creature coming to mind again. She turned and ran, no hesitation. In her panic she forgot about the pool in the same room, and slipped straight in. Without thinking Laura flailed deeper, trying to get away from whatever was chasing her, ignorant of the lesson learned by Emily and Maggie. Maybe she could hide here, hold her breath and it would run past...? The slippery goo tasted of pussy, undoubtedly grool. Laura pushed herself against the bottom of the pool, eyes squeezed shut as if to hold the insanity above at bay.

Incredibly, she began to calm down. She should be safe down here, right? Whatever that thing was, it was up there, it couldn’t get her here. Her clothing was dissolving into the goop while her hands and feet stuck to the floor. She somehow felt everything was going to be alright. Cozy and warm, she could almost drift off to sleep here…

As the blonde-haired girl was absorbed into the floor of the perverse lake, the sound that had spooked her there rang out again. The rhythmic, fleshy smacking of a of a dick deeper inside the tunnel. Nothing more. There was no creature here. On the wall, a new mound formed, split with a neat pink crease. It quivered and clenched blankly. A tuft of curly blonde pubic hair sat above its petite clitoris…Time passed, and the snatches slowly reformed. Love canals became mouths and closed eyes came back into existence, awaiting someone or something to visit once more.

…..

Eyes fluttering open slowly, Laura awoke groggily. She felt…empty. Like, she really needed to eat…? No, this was something different, something that caused her lips to tingle and mouth to water. Mouth? That wasn’t right either. Confusion danced in her changed mind as it settled in to its new form. While the ache inside her was insistent, she felt good. Why would she feel otherwise, she wondered bubbly? She was having trouble remembering. She looked out at her surroundings, recognizing the room she had been in last. She realized, with mild curiosity, she was one of those faces now. The girls in the wall.

But that wasn’t right was it. They weren’t really girls, she realized. They didn’t really have mouths either, she now knew. They were vaginas. It didn’t matter which kind of lips it looked like they had. They knew what they were. She could feel the ache in her tunnel as she smacked her lips, tongue gliding across them. Her tongue felt strange to her now, teeth even stranger. Laura knew they didn’t really belong in there, but she enjoyed running her tongue around inside her mouth anyways. She loved the wet friction as it slid around inside her. Ugh, she was already desperate for something inside her.

She continued to try and satiate herself, coating her lips and chin in her drool. It felt amazing but terribly frustrating. She groaned unabashedly, hoping someone would hear her. What she wouldn’t do for a nice juicy cock right now…Soon enough she felt drowsiness overtake her limited form. Her eyes started to droop like so many of her fellow pussies. Oh, of course. She would rest until something would come play with them.

Unlike so many of the others, she would not be desperate when someone or something came along. Laura’s sunny optimism was intact. She just knew she’d get what she needed!

She smiled as she drifted off, basking in a lovely glow of lust. The wall looked much as it had when Laura first arrived. It would be impossible to tell that the blonde-haired face was a new addition. She would be as enthusiastic as the rest.

To Be Continued…

Friends in Flesh
Part 2 – Into the Garden

Emily stared at the massive fleshy cleft that had replaced the door of her apartment. “Uh, guys.

What...?” She was at a loss for words. Her head swam with confusion as she watched it clench, flexing its depths. Laura was freaking out.

“S-so what? The spell worked? We…made that and then it, uhm, ate Vicky and Olivia…?” Concern was written across the blonde’s face. She was sporting a heavy blush and kept a healthy distance. Maggie on the other hand was curious. She walked closer carefully.

“I, uh, don’t know. I mean, I don’t see how it could have ate them…Oh God, it smells real.” The redhead shuffled closer. She reached a hand out to the flesh that surrounded the oozing slit. The other girls watched rapt, just as curious if it was all some joke. Maggie’s hand touched warm flesh, soft and smooth. Cringing, she slowly poked one of the massive labia majora. “Holy fucking shit that’s real. It’s…warm.” Andrea processed that information a bit faster than the rest. She looked around, trying to figure out where it came from…and saw a pile of clothes.

“Are those Olivia’s?” She took a step forward, moving around to get a better view. Maggie looked down and visibly paled. Andrea’s eyebrows rose.

The freckled girl hopped back immediately, shuddering. Laura panicked.

“Oh my God! We turned Oliva i-in into-That! She-it’s a-a fucking pussy! We did that spell and it turned her into a vagina!” She was breathing heavily now, and tears watered in her eyes. Andrea grabbed her shoulders and turning her away from what remained of Olivia.

“Laura, Laura look at me. We don’t know that. We didn’t know. Just calm down. Look at me.” She kept trying to calm her while Emily stared. She could almost see it. She shook her head and approached in a daze. She could feel its warmth, the smell overpowering. She crouched and rummaged around the discarded clothes. Olivia. She walked backwards slowly.

“That’s her isn’t it. Holy shit…” Maggie said in shocked awe. Andrea reentered the room, having left after calming Laura.

“So Vicky is missing too. She’s not in here and the door isn’t an option so…”

“She’s inside,” Emily surmised.

Andrea slipped off her shoes, “Well if she is we can’t leave her. Plus, the book’s missing and we’ll probably need that to, uh, fix Olivia.”

Maggie looked at her incredulously, “Wait hold on. You’re planning to go muff diving in that? In…Olivia? That’s…” Laura whimpered. Andrea looked exasperated.

“I don’t know what else to do. She’s either trapped or something and we need the book.” Laura spoke up quietly.

“Vicky said it was a portal, right? What if she got taken through?” They looked at her, considering her words silently. Emily spoke to them, the pink grotto still in the corner of her vision.

“Well, I kind of doubt Vicky would have gone in voluntarily. And I can’t imagine it’d be, uh, that hard to get out. Maybe she’s right…” They all looked to the giant snatch that had replaced the door.

…..

“You know, when I imagined experimenting with girls I didn’t quite imagine this.”

Maggie was trying to ease the anxious tension. They had decided to find out what was on the other side together to avoid getting split up. They had removed their shoes at Andrea’s suggestion. If this was Olivia they didn’t want to hurt her, as disgusting as this next part would be. They had also shed most of their clothes, not wanting to sully them. At this point seeing each other mostly undressed didn’t even phase them.

“We have to. We have to find Vicky so she can turn Olivia back. We just have to…” The others could tell Laura was just reassuring herself at this point. They were all worried. There was an unspoken agreement that they couldn’t get help. For one, the door was blocked. And two, who would believe them? Involving anyone else would just make it harder to fix Olivia once they found Victoria.

“Well… lets go. Deep breaths everyone,” Andrea took the lead. She put her hand on the pussy’s mound, moving inwards to run down its labia. They were full and slippery, “Shit…” She grimaced as she slipped her arm inside the moist depths, testing the waters. The snatch eagerly clenched around the slim intrusion, happy to have anything filling it. Andrea shouldered her way inside the fleshy maw, the copious juices slicking her underwear and soaking her hair. She quickly realized she would have to crawl, going onto all fours inside the giant quim. She struggled to breathe, making a pocket against the gripping squeezing flesh that tried to hug her curves.

Laura was making pained whimpers as she watched the athletic girl disappear into the cunt. Maggie was in awe.

“Fuck me that’s…something else.” Emily nodded readying herself. They didn’t want to be too far apart, to avoid getting lost. She frowned at the way it twitched and quivered. It seemed to be enjoying itself. Like a diver she used her arms to part the sloppy flesh. The smell was intense. Her nose had just acclimated to being around the leaky gash and now the scent was hot and fresh in her nostrils. She wiggled her way inside, using her arms to pull herself onwards.

Maggie watched the way the feminine crease parted around Emily’s hips. It looked like, well it looked like it was getting fucked by her friends’ entire body…it…that might be Olivia getting stuffed right now. She shook her head with denial. Suddenly Laura yelped and ran straight inside.

She couldn’t wait and psych herself out. There was a raunchy squelch as Laura slipped inside up to her waist immediately. She flailed about as it suckled on her, thrashing her way deeper. It was a cacophony of lewd sounds inside. Suddenly Laura squealed as it collapsed around her, squeezing her tight inside.

Heavy rhythmic pulses rocked the tunnel as it orgasmed around her, body being smothered by hot wet walls.

Maggie’s eyes widened as the mound contracted in orgasm. The sound of wet flesh filled the room as moisture welled up from the pink crevasse. She shook her head.

“Hopefully that was it for now…I can’t believe we’re doing this,” muttering as she walked closer. Her eyes fell on Olivia’s wet clothes that Laura had folded. She placed a hand on the bulging mound, “If you can hear me, don’t worry Olivia. We’ll figure this out…” With that, she began the plunge.

Olivia didn’t hear her. The vagina was in bliss, nerves alight as something squirmed inside its canal. It was in ecstasy, fulfilling its purpose. It felt the wonderful tingle of that place it led to, such unfathomable pleasure…The pudgy girl was just barely picking up the pieces of her mind when Andrea has slipped inside her sodden passage. The shy girl known as Olivia, with her dark hair and quite mind, was now irrevocably a slathering horny cunt. Any hope it had of being anything but had been dribbled away as Laura penetrated it, climaxing around her. It idly hoped for something bigger. The last ones were too boney. From deep within the idea of a cock floated to it, something thick and hot and hard. In the empty apartment, it quivered with hunger…

…..

Emily spluttered and slumped to the floor in a gooey mess. The floor felt padded. She saw Andrea standing, waiting for them. She got to her knees and made room for the other two. Laura came out hyperventilating, rolling onto her back. Maggie fell on top of her, spitting.

“Oof, gagh. It tastes like the real thing too in case anyone’s wondering.” They unsteadily got to their feet. They were in a chamber the size of a large room living room. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all a spongey pink material. A reddish-pink glow seemed to permeate the place. Behind them, splitting the wall, was a twin of the pussy in Emily’s apartment. The smell stuck to them, filling their noses and mouths. A tunnel opened in the room leading away into the gloom.

“W-where are we?”

Andrea answered, “I’m…not sure. But the good news is there’s only one way out of this room. We can find Vicky and get out of here.” Emily touched the floor, pressing into it.

“Is this flesh? Are we still inside…?” Turning she looked back at the lips they exited from.

“I don’t think so, that’s another one there. And this stuff is too…firm. You know?” Maggie’s curly red hair was limp against her head, wet with the pussy’s liquid lust.

Andrea led the way, following the tunnel. The others followed wordlessly, taking in the strange environment they found themselves in. The tunnel led them to a wide chamber with many similar tunnels opening in its fleshy walls. Full round breasts hung from the ceiling with nipples engorged. The raven-haired Victoria stood near the far wall, appraising a collection of vaginas set in the wall. They leaked constantly and formed a pool in a depression in the floor. She was nude, book spread in her left arm. Andrea looked around with confusion.

“Vicky?...What are you doing? What happened?” Startled, she rose to her full stature.

“Oh. You came after me? Well that’s convenient.” Laura spoke out, hope returning.

“Vicky! Thank God you’re alright. Something happened with the spell and Oliva-she’s changed…Why…why aren’t you wearing any clothes?” Confusion fell across the blonde’s face.

“Wow, you are…” she squinted, “You still don’t get it do you?” Maggie was getting impatient.

“Vicky come on. We need you to bring that book back with you so we can turn Olivia back. I don’t-“

“What? There is no turning her back. I wanted to come here.” A chill ran up Emily’s spine. “The fact that that fat bitch got made into a puffy cunt was just cake.” She closed the book and spread her arms wide, “This place is amazing! The power you can get from here-Magic! Real magic! Its fantastic. And well worth the price of admission if you ask me.” The girls were dumbfounded. Andrea took a step forward.

“Vicky what are you-“ suddenly her voice fell as something emerged from one of the other tunnels, padding slowly into the cavern. It was quadrupedal with thick legs ending in spongey purple glans. In place of a head it had a pair of large plush lips. An equally large tongue emerged to lick its blind smile. Some sort of fleshy tail was tucked between its rear legs, the end disappearing under its wide body. Maggie blanched.

“Oh shit, what is that!?” They scattered as it lunged at them. Emily tripped over Laura, getting pushed towards the pool. She tried to push herself up, but Laura accidentally kicked her back down as she ran into a nearby tunnel. Her left arm finally found purchase, soaked in the slippery fluid. Andrea ran behind the creature, kicking its left rear leg to get its attention.

“Hey! Here! Come on!” she said as she ran into one of the nearby tunnels. The beast wheeled around and gave chase, bounding heavily. Emily stumbled to her feet. Maggie was hovering near the other wall. She looked to Emily.

“Are you alright?” Emily nodded while catching her breath.

“Did you see which way they went? I couldn’t,” she said checking herself over. Her left arm was mysteriously dry. It tingled pleasantly. Maggie shook her head.

“Nope. I think its just you and me now…”

Emily frowned. This was not good at all. Separated, stuck in some strange place full of sex and who knows what else. Not to mention what Vicky had said…They’d have to figure that out later.

“Alright, I guess we should try to find someone. Lets…pick a tunnel and see,” she sighed.

They picked a nearby passage at random and hoped one of their friends was down it. Neither of them noticed the pink blush forming along the flesh of Emily’s left arm…

To Be Continued…