The Pink Lab: Call of the Faeries 3, Pt. 3

The story continues, and now Bailey and Juno are off to find help, but where is Juno really taking Bailey?

Juno hopscotched over small stones on a path only she could see. Bailey scrambled to keep up with the slender guide, occasionally dropping to all fours to navigate an arching root or loose rocks. Juno never paused, dancing over every obstacle like her feet barely touched at all.

“Where are we going?” Bailey called after her.

“Up here. Through the cave. It’s a shortcut.”

“You never mentioned caves.” 

A cool fear seized Bailey and made her skin prickle. She did not like closed spaces, especially caves and tunnels. The thought of all that earth above you, burying you. It made her joints stiffen and threaten to lock.

As if Juno read her thoughts, she said, “Don’t worry, though. No crawling or anything. Big open spaces. Like a big house but more dusty.” Juno lapsed into her high, wind-chime giggles and danced on.

Bailey noticed how the night was dark, but their path was always dimly lit by the fireflies winking around them. While Juno’s mysterious presence in the equally mysterious woods was unsettling, she gave off an aura of tranquility. And the way nature itself appeared to conspire with her suggested some spirituality. Maybe these people were onto something living way out here, far away from the things of man. The bouncy girl seemed happy. And she smelled nice, too. A floral scent that clung to Bailey’s nose.

If only Andi were there to help sort it out. Bailey was a doer where Andi considered. Sometimes too much, but her thoughtfulness made her considerate and eternally wounded by those who would take advantage of her innate kindness and desire to help everyone around her.Bailey resolved to loosen her up some, give her a port in the storm. Did she love Andi? Maybe not yet. But she was on her way to love, and that felt fine, too. 

True to her word, the mouth of the cave was big, at least fifteen feet high. From within, light flickered and painted the mouth with shadows, but lit the throat with a golden and welcoming light. 

“Come on,” Juno urged, waving her hand back at Bailey. “Not far now.”

The climb to the mouth of the cave was made difficult by the loose earth and rough brush as the ground turned from flora to rock. And each step brought a new intensity to that floral scent that trailed behind Juno. The waifish girl crested the lip of the cave and disappeared into it. Bailey wanted to hurry after, but that smell. It made her feel stiff like she was being stuffed with cotton. 

“Coming?” Juno called. Her voice echoed from inside the cave.

Yes, she was. Her joints were loosening and she felt even more limber than she had. She was innervated by that floral odor now and she chased after it.

“Where did you go?” Bailey called ahead, and then she, too, was inside the cave. The glow was bright and coming from deeper within. It lit up the large rock chamber that greeted her, though, and Bailey wondered at the flowering vines that covered the walls. The cave wasn’t so much a cavern as a living green citadel carved from rock. 

“Pretty, isn’t it?”

Juno was right beside her. How had she come so close without making a sound on the cave floor? What did it matter, Bailey chided herself. She was in this beautiful place with this alluring girl and her head was filled with that sweet smell. It had crept from her nose to her brain. It felt like beautiful petals were being opened inside her mind, revealing new and important truths. And each of these revelations thrummed through her clit and made her so wonderfully needy. 

“Do you feel it?” Juno asked. She was so close. Close like Andi had been. She strained to remember Andi’s face. It felt like so long ago. A memory of a memory. And Juno was her, fingers touching her cheeks.

“Yes,” Bailey said.

Juno shuddered with pleasure and kissed Bailey. It was the second time in less than an hour Bailey kissed a woman, but it was the only one she remembered. Her mind was filled with flowers and Juno and the pull deeper into the cavern. She had nearly asked Juno what the feeling was, but she hadn’t bothered. Bailey knew. It was Mother, and Bailey knew she would meet her soon.