Page 8 of Bigfoot Threw Rocks at Me (So I F*cked It)

Chapter eight

I’ve just woken up and I feel like I’ve had the best sleep of my life. This moss bed is surprisingly comfortable. I was going to lie here a little longer, but I can hear something moving in the room. I’m not worried. It’s probably Stripe again.

I pull back the curtains around the bed and peek out. Yup, it’s Stripe. He’s bringing more food.

“Hey Stripe,” I say, stretching as I get out of bed. My muscles feel relaxed, and my mind is clear.

Stripe turns to look at me, his expression gentle.

Hello Emily. I have brought more food and water for you.

His voice is deep and resonant in my mind. It surprises me for a moment — I forgot about the telepathy thing.

“Thank you,” I reply, genuinely grateful. “How long was I asleep?”

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.

Stripe straightens up, his eyes meeting mine with a gentle warmth.

Kruk would like to speak with you , he says.

I blush again, remembering my swim with Kruk. My cheeks burn, and my stomach flips.

"Oh, okay," I manage to say, trying to sound casual again, but failing miserably.

Stripe gives me an encouraging nod.

He is waiting for you in his chamber.

As I follow Stripe down the glowing tunnels, my thoughts race. What does Kruk want to talk about? Is it to perform more rituals with me? More rituals involving his cock? The last one was over before I could even get involved…

Stripe and I pass through a large open chamber where a group of Eldruk are gathered. Some are weaving fabrics from spider silk, their large hands deftly handling the delicate threads. Others are tending to a garden of bioluminescent plants, their gentle glow lighting up the room. I count the individuals as we walk through. There can only be six to ten Bigfoot in total. This doesn’t seem very many to me. But, to be fair, ten is way more than I thought existed until a few hours ago.

“How long have you lived here?" I ask Stripe, trying to absorb every detail.

For many generations , he replies, his voice reverberating in my mind. We have learned to live in harmony with the earth.

As we move deeper into the caverns, I notice how each area has its own purpose. There are chambers for sleeping, working, and even a communal space where the Bigfoot gather. The air is filled with a sense of calm and purpose, a stark contrast to the chaos of the outside world. I can’t help but feel a deep respect for these beings. They have created a sanctuary here, hidden from the eyes of humanity, living in peace and unity.

We reach the entrance to a cavern that looks different from the others. Around the edges of the entrance are intricate carvings that tell stories I can’t yet understand. I see a crude etching of a Bigfoot — its enormous phallus decorated in what I can only assume are veins. This must be Kruk's personal chamber.

Stripe pauses at the entrance and calls out, using his grunts and growls.

Deep inside my mind, a voice resonates, Enter.

The deep, sensual tone of Kruk’s voice sends a jolt from my chest to between my legs. I look up at Stripe, a flutter of nervousness in my stomach. His smile is reassuring.

I will wait outside for you , he says, gesturing for me to go ahead.

Taking a deep breath, I step into the chamber. The walls are lined with more intricate carvings and glowing moss. The air feels heavy with history and power.

As I move deeper into the chamber, Kruk comes into view. Standing before me, he is even more imposing than I remembered from the pool. Taller, broader, his cock thicker and hanging almost to his knees. His fur is a deep shade of brown that glimmers slightly in the light of the moss. His eyes, thoughtful and intense, hold a wisdom that seems as old as the earth itself. He doesn’t have striped patterns on his arms like Stripe. Instead, he is covered with larger splodges, like a calico cat. He’s actually quite attractive, as crazy as that sounds. There’s a strength in his features that is captivating.

"Kruk," I say softly, my voice echoing slightly in the cavernous room. He nods slightly, a welcoming gesture that makes my heart skip a beat.

I trust you slept well and your accommodation is to your liking?

"Yes, the room is wonderful, and the dress..." I pause, glancing down at the shimmering fabric, "it's beautiful. Thank you."

I’m not just being polite. I really am grateful.

Please, sit.

Kruk gestures to a seating area formed from smoothed stone, covered with layers of soft moss. I take a seat, feeling the cool moss beneath me. Kruk sits opposite, his large form gracefully lowering onto the mossy bench. I find myself studying him — the way the dim light plays across his fur, highlighting the muscular contours of his arms and chest. He looks so masculine, so inherently wild. And yet, his voice and manner possess a gentlemanly quality that intrigues me. How can a beast so terrifying, be so measured and polite?

Kruk studies me for a moment, his gaze thoughtful.

Do you have any questions?

"Actually, yes," I start, seizing the opportunity. "Stripe mentioned the word ‘Eldruk’. What is that?"

Eldruk , Kruk begins, his eyes lighting up as if the story itself pleases him, is what we call ourselves. It is the name we have used since our ancient ancestors.

I nod, absorbing his words.

"How ancient are the Eldruk? Where do your species come from?” I ask, my curiosity deepening.

We have been here as long as the forests themselves. Millennia have passed since the first Eldruk walked these lands. We have seen civilizations rise and fall, yet we remain hidden, part of the world but apart from its conflicts.

"Why stay hidden? There are thousands of humans who are waiting to meet you," I probe further, leaning in.

Because the world of humans is not ready for us. Fear and misunderstanding drive your kind. We seek to live in peace, without the threat of harm or exploitation.

As we talk, I find myself drawn into the rhythm of his speech, the thoughtful pauses, the way his eyes reflect a profound understanding of the world. There's a charisma about him that's hard to ignore, a charm that goes beyond his words.

"Have the Eldruk always lived underground?" I continue, intrigued.

Not always. The surface was once our home, but as human populations grew, we retreated beneath the earth. These caverns provide shelter and secrecy, elements vital for our survival.

The way Kruk describes his history, I find myself not just listening, but truly connecting with his story. It’s as if every word weaves a deeper bond between us, pulling me into a world I never knew existed.

"And your people, the Eldruk," I say, "do you all possess the ability to communicate like this?" I tap my temple lightly, indicating the telepathic connection.

Yes. It is a gift of the Eldruk, one that strengthens our community and keeps us united.

As the conversation flows, I'm not just charmed; I'm enchanted. Kruk, with his blend of wisdom and warmth, seems more than just a leader of his people — he's a bridge to a forgotten world, and I'm standing at the threshold, captivated by every word.

As we continue talking, a thought strikes me.

"I've noticed I've only encountered male Eldruk. Are the females in another part of the caves?" I ask, scanning Kruk’s face for a reaction.

Kruk's expression turns somber.

There are no females. They died out long ago due to a disease that afflicted only our kind.

My eyes widen in surprise.

"Then, how do you... I mean, how do the Eldruk reproduce?"

The question feels awkward as soon as I utter it, but my curiosity pushes me past the discomfort. Kruk hesitates, his eyes locking with mine.

This is why you are here, Emily.

I pause, confused.

“I don't understand. I'm human. I can’t reproduce with the Eldruk.”

There is a ritual. It was first performed by our ancestors when the lines between our kinds were not so strictly drawn. This ritual will enable you to carry our offspring.

Without meaning to, I accidentally glance down at Kruk’s colossal dong.

I realize that we are… intimidating in that department. But I promise that the act of copulation will bring you nothing but extreme pleasure.

His emphasis on the words “extreme pleasure” creates a flutter in my stomach and I press my thighs together, trying to compose myself as he continues.

You witnessed the Eldruk mating in the woods and felt the primal pleasure resonate within you. This was no coincidence. It was a sign that you have been chosen. No one else would be able to handle the immense pleasure as you would.

I think back to what I witnessed in the woods. The way their heaving bodies entranced me. The uncontrollable lust that rose up within me. Is Kruk right? Am I the chosen one?

Emily, you will need to fully consent to this ritual. If you do not desire this position of pleasure, I will ensure your safe return to the human realm.

His voice is solemn, his gaze intense, ensuring I understand the choice is mine.

Be wary of your choice, Emily. If you choose to become the Eldruk queen, you cannot return to your old life. Once the ritual is complete, your decision is final. You will be bound to our world, our ways.

I have one more question to ask Kruk. I take a deep breath before asking, a little nervous as to what the answer might be.

“In this ritual, will you and I…”

Yes, Emily. During the ritual, you will take my cock inside you.

My core becomes wet instantly, and I already know my answer.

“Yes. I’ll do it.”

Kruk nods, a hint of relief in his expression.

The ritual will commence tomorrow at nightfall, in the forest under the full moon. It is there that the magic energies are strongest, vital for the ritual’s power.

Well, fuck me. I just agreed to get railed by a sasquatch.