Clementina - S03 E10

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Clementina - S03 E10

Read Story: SEASON 3 EPISODE 10

Recognition slowly dawned.

The face was that of Shirley Franklin.

I gasped.

"Oh, fuck," said out loud. "This is....just like us...like my mother and 1. Jesus Christ, what the fuck is going on."

"We have two more pictures," Athena said. "Here is another cockgirl we have yet to identify. It's not Franklin, and she looks like she has a vagina, not testicles like Franklin. She has the same arrangement as my mother." She threw a picture of a woman on the table. It was another black and white photo but it was graphic, showing a woman with phallite breasts spreading her legs to show meaty labia beneath a large phallite-like cock.

"And finally, we found this," she tossed a final picture on the table. It was a picture of Frankin, fully dressed in his (her?) overcoat, standing next to a pair of twins. "We don't know who the twins are."

There was a long silence.

I leaned back in my chair.

"This is a nightmare. What the fuck have we gotten into. It's like history repeating itself."

Olympia picked up each of the pictures and looked through them, then reached over and put a hand on my arm

"Don't assume anything," she said.

"Don't assume?" said. "Are you joking? All the pieces are lined up. It's like we were predestined to be here. The twins really seal the deal. And look at the things Alura said."

I turned to my mother. "What if you turn into something like her?" said, pointing to the picture of Franklin's mother with the tentacles hanging between her legs.

"Having prehensile tentacle labia sounds kind of hot, to be honest," she added with a smile. "Imagine having mommy's slick, slimy tentacles rubbing against that hard cock of yours, or sliding up your ass. Tell me that doesn't sound hot, I dare you."

I had to admit, It did.

"Oh, fuck," I said. "So what do we do now?"

"After we eat lunch, I think its time we go down and press that button in Alura's chamber"

And so we did, trooping down to the nexus in our usual swimsuits. I had bought several in our morning shopping trip, and kind of went in a sports style bra and booty-style bottoms that stretched tight over my oversized and still-growing cock. My wide phallite hips and ass swallowed up most of the backside of the shorts. Others wore a mix of one and two piece suits as we made our way into the nexus.

In the nexus we split up. Olympia, my mom, and I went into the room with the tentacle statue, while the twins, Clementina, and Ona stood out in the nexus.

The three of us stood in front of the statue and looked at the oddly-colored clitoris that seemed to be a button.

"Well," said. "Here goes nothing." I reached up and gave the statue's clit a push.

Nothing happened. It wouldn't move.

"Let me try," Olympia said, but she couldn't move the button either.

We stared at it for a moment.

"You know," I said to my mother after a pause. "This statue depicts a woman with a long tongue and a tentacled labia. We already know you have a tongue like the statue, and we have seen pictures of Franklin's mother with this sort of a tentacle arrangement. Maybe you should try pushing this button."

My mother shrugged, walked over, and pushed the statue's clitoris.

The button slipped inwards inside the stone hood. From out in the nexus we heard the sound of stone-on-stone grinding and Clementina's voice came echoing down the hallway.

"The next door just opened!" she called.

We scrambled back down the hallway to the nexus. The next We scrambled back down the hallway to the nexus. The next cubby in line had now slid back, revealing another stone hallway going back into darkness. There was no light switch but at the end of the hallway, probably fifty feet in the distance, we could see a glow coming from a doorway on the left.

The tunnel was raised a bit above the level of the nexus floor to prevent the slime from trickling in. So we hopped up onto the tunnel floor and started slowly down the dark tunnel, Clementina and Athena carrying electric torches.

The tunnel was just like the tunnel leading down to the tentacle chamber. As we approached the end, we extinguished the lights, creeping towards the large open archway on the left through which a light glowed.

Slowly, carefully, we peeked into the chamber.

The chamber was large and round, similar to the tentacle chamber It was lit by some kind of organic glow not unlike the pink light in the nexus. The was another arched door at the opposite side leading back into some other chambers. The floor of the room slanted slightly downward to a large pool of clear blue water in the center.

Sitting at the edge of the pool was something.... someone... who tumed and stood when she heard us enter.

She stood at least seven feet tall. Her skin was dark blue, her hair was white. From her forehead two curved rams homs sprouted and curved around beside her head. Huge, firm, phallite-like breasts jutted forward, the high, upward thrusting nipples were cream-colored. Her waist was narrow above hips that flared widely, like a phallite-carrier

But below her waist, between her legs, hung a big cock - about the size of my own and it seerned to be coming to attention. And below her knees, her legs ended in hooves.

She stood and looked at the four of us, then smiled.

"I knew you would come back eventually."

I recognized the face. Without the horns she was the large amazon-like woman in the photos with Franklin. And come to think of it, Alura was almost identical to her....

Silence reined in the chamber for a moment, then finally found my voice.

"Come back eventually?" I said. "I've never been here and I'm pretty sure none of us have ever been here before."

The woman before us was blue-skinned with nearly blindingly white hair. She had phallite curves large heavy breasts, wide and long (but cream-colored) nipples, narrow waist, flared hips. She had two curved cream-colored ram's horns sprouting from her forehead and wrapping around the sides of her head like Princess Leia's hair buns. Below her knees her calves tapered to fur- covered, massive hooves instead of feet. But between her legs hung a really big cock like mine that was starting to rise to attention, dribbling a thin thread of slime from the gaped aperture at the tip. In a lot of ways, she looked a lot like a blue-skinned, hooved, horned, blue version of myself.

"You've been here before, and you will keep coming back again and again until you find your way," she said. "You've been here many, many times, for hundreds of years."

I thought of the pictures we had seen and was about to speak up when Clementina interrupted.

"You're talking in riddles," she said.

"Sorry," the creature said, seeming to soften some, She gently bowed. "I'm Makala. I am the spirit of the caverns. I've been here for a long time, and have been trapped since you were last here, so I forget my manners. Please forgive me."

We all introduced ourselves, then she smiled and gestured to the stone step that ringed the pool, indicating us to sit.

"As said," she continued once we were seated around the pool. "I am Makala, am a cave spirit, the spirit of the caverns. live here. I normally can also traveled in human form outside the cave, but I have been trapped here since the last time you your former selves came here."

"Our former selves?" Clementina asked.

"The caves are a circle, and you will continue to come back again and again until you get it right," she said. "I can't tell you more until you find the key and unlock the lock."

"This again..." Ona said, but I shushed her.

This again..." Ona said, but I shushed her

"We met another spirit in the cave," I said. "Alura. She said we needed to find the lock and the key as well. Can you help us figure out what that is?"

"Alura is the guardian of the six," Makala said. Her eyes got distant. "Alura is my love, but until you find the key and unlock the lock, we are both trapped here away from each other."

"How long have you been trapped, unable to leave, unable to see your lover?" my mom asked.

"How can we count time clearly when we can't see the passing of the sun and moon overhead?" Makala said

"We have some old photographs of a woman in a robe who looked a lot like you, my mom added. "They are about a hundred years old, give or take."

"Then you have your answer," Makala said.

"We are trying to understand what is going on in the caves," I said. "Trying to understand it but it is confusing. Can you help us?"

"Yes," Makala said. "I can. But first you need to find the key. The first step is always for me to prophesize."

"Prophesize?" asked.

"Yes, prophesize," she said, standing up. "But need something from you in order to prophesize."

"What do you need?" asked.

Makala stood, then reached out her hand and pulled me to my feet. Her beautiful blue skin and shiny white hair almost glowed in the soft light of the chamber. Our bodies were only inches apart.

"You say it has been a hundred years, so I haven't had a cock in a century," she said. "I'm not prophesizing anything until I get rid of a century of frustration. One thing about cave spirits, we love to have a good time."