"Hey, Zinni! Want to race?"
"Of course!"
Zinni and Azalea crouched on Devin's open palms, poised to leap.
"Ready! Go!" he sounded off.
Jumping up, the two naked fae shot down the hallway, wings a blur. As they reached the end, their race course was blocked by a door. Agreeing to temporarily halt their competition, they worked together to press down on the handle and push their way through.
With the route unencumbered, they sped over a recently-shoveled trail, with railing strategically placed so guests wouldn't slip, toward a cave entrance nestled into an adjacent hill.
Halfway to the finish line, Zinni abruptly stopped.
Azalea, noticing Zinni was no longer beside her, looked back and made a U-turn, stopping beside her friend.
"A stalwart hero must brave the gaping black maw to reach the pool of longevity!" Zinnia whispered, seemingly out of the blue.
"An idea for a future book?"
Zinni tapped her temple. "Just storming my brain for ideas."
"Don't you mean brainstorming?" corrected Azalea.
"I thought since I was doing the thinking, I was causing the storming."
"I... I don't even know how to respond to that," Azalea responded in deep thought.
"Either way, doesn't it look like the ground is going to eat us with the way the icicles hang down in the entrance?" Zinni asked with a smile.
"It does a little," Azalea giggled. "And I wouldn't blame it. You're definitely worth eating out," she added with a smirk.
Zinni felt the heat rush to her cheeks at an old memory.
Azalea took her blushing friend's hand. "Come on, let's see what's inside!" Completely forgetting their competition, the two friends dove through the entrance.
Descending only a few steps, the cavern made a slight turn into a secluded, open-ceiling grotto.
A total of six pools, filled with mud ranging from rust red to soot black, were arranged in a crescent formation. Each surrounded by a stacked-rock retaining wall and walkway.
The pools were all fed by a waterway originating from an upper pool, which was split into two sections. The deep end, close to the rockface, acting as a convergence point where boiling water, bubbling up from a crack in a boulder, mixed with ice water piped in from some outside source.
The shallower end lacked the depth to fully submerge oneself and only existed to transfer the excess water to the main attraction below. Twice as big as its counterparts, the expansive featured pool bubbled delicately with thick, bluish-gray mud.
"Somehow, it's steamier here than the sauna," noted Zinni.
"Sure is, and look at all the moss!" Azalea observed.
"Yes, it's definitely very mossy -- the mossiest of moss-covered rocks."
"Hey, Zinni, wanna try something fun?"
"With the moss?"
Azalea gave a mischievous smile. "There's a nice patch over here." She landed on the edge of the mud pit next to a rocky node and squatted over it.
"You're gonna rub yourself on it?"
"Mhm!" She ran her hand across her pussy before nonchalantly grinding herself on the velvety verdure. "Such wonderfully soft and springy sensation you must try!"
Zinni wrung her hands to keep from placing them between her legs. "But you didn't want me to touch myself."
"You technically aren't... and maybe a little something to hold you over till later might help. More importantly, I wanted to share the experience together with you!"
"Could this one be permitted to participate as well?"
Both Zinni and Azalea jumped at the sudden voice and appearance of Jeni emerging out of the heated mist, peering down at them from the upper balcony.
"There you are, Jeni! You scared me! The steam and your feathers really make you blend in. Of course, you can join us! Find a rock that looks like it'd feel good." Azalea proposed.
Hopping down and locating a rock that would suit her unique anatomy, she lowered herself over the oval protuberance and humped it experimentally. "The sensation is enjoyable."
"Isn't it?" Azalea affirmed.
"This one is reminded of a cave goblin tribe who engage in a similar activity as part of their culture."
"Really? I would love to meet them." Azalea leaned forward and used her fingers to spread herself to give more purchase on her clit. "Mmmm, that's the spot right there. I'm still sad for you not having a clit, Jeni."
"It is alright. This one has recently experienced something new to aid in her self-pleasuring."
"Oh?"
"This one's first egg-laying has made this one aware of a new level of enjoyment she didn't know she was capable of experiencing.
When the diameter is at its thickest and has fully stretched this one's breeding hole," the amount of fullness
"I can very much relate," Azalea agreed. "Well, not exactly in the same way, but you know what I mean."
Jeni placed the tip at her entrance and slowly twisted her hips back and forth to help loosen her muscular orifice. She was glad the moss was already wet from the damp air. A little bigger than her own egg, she inhaled deeply as she gently sank down. She slowly let out her breath as the oval rock spread her cloaca.
Zinni watched the two girls grind away, wishing to join them but lacking the confidence that she could keep from cumming, given how aroused she was from trying to hold back her desire. Maybe if she were careful and went slow... 'perhaps this one?' Straddling a rock jutting up in a sharper V than Azalea's, she slid forward.
'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea,' she thought. Her wings quivered as her split pussy lips scraped and dragged on the "carpet" of the forest.
'Maybe just a teensy-tiny orgasm, no one would know...' No! She was no quitter! Holding back now would mean a greater payoff later.
'Maybe if I lean back... there! Better, it's not pressing on my clitty. Now, if I could just think of a distraction...' "So, uh, Mrs. Harpy..."
"Jeni," the owl girl amended.
"Yes! Right, Mrs, uh, er, Jeni, have you been here the whole time?"
"Yes, this one had been soaking her talons in the mud before moving up to have a proper soak."
"Isn't that pool too shallow?"
"This one's lightened skeletal makeup makes it difficult for her to fully submerge underwater, and this one doesn't like to because it makes her wings too wet to fly. Research has gone into making this a perfect harpy bath."
"Is that so?"
