Phoebe put her hand on the tip of the stalagmite, admiring it, stroking it, before heading through a tight cavern, round on the sides but pointed at the top and bottom. Nothing relaxed her more than exploring cave formations like this. It made her pulse quicken, took her breath away, and left her flushed with excitement. The damp cave air had her feeling moist. She was admiring the wide open space in this part of the cave when she tripped over another, smaller stalagmite, and her helmet fell off, breaking the light on it.
Now the cave was only dimly lit by the moonlight streaming in through holes in the rock. The spelunker started to turn around when she thought she heard someone else moving around with her.
"I-i-is anyone there?" she called, spinning around and trying to take a better look at her surroundings.
Something grabbed her leg. A scaly, mud-covered green thing in a dirty dress blinked up at her. She had big ears, wide hips, a curvy chest, long hair, big eyes, and full lips. Phoebe tried to kick her off, but she just hugged her leg tighter, softly running her long claws against its toned muscles.
Phoebe kicked off her boots and pulled down her pants, tugging the gremlin off with them as she tossed them away.
Her bare legs just seemed to excite the creature more. It licked its lips at her, and eagerly curled and uncurled its long claws, ready to grab her.
Phoebe turned and squeezed back through the chasm she had just come through, but when she tried to follow the path she had taken all the way back out of the cave to the park, she saw that a cave-in had blocked the tunnel she had crawled through before.
She kept pinching her arm, hoping she'd wake up. She'd had nightmares about her hobby turning scary before, encountering some kind of terrifying demon below. She'd just never in her wildest dreams seen a demon so lady-like.
There was another, much thinner tunnel beside it. It didn't look like Phoebe had a choice. She began squeezing through, only to realize she couldn't fit while still carrying her supplies. She took her backpack off and dropped it on the cave floor before trying to squeeze through again. This time, she was through to her hips before she couldn't move any further.
Then she realized she couldn't budge when she tried to back out, either.
"Somebody help!" she called. "I'm stuck."
Two long arms with long claws reached in behind her, grabbing her and pulling, seeming to try to help her get loose.
Phoebe's panties slid down to her knees.
Phoebe was able to turn her head enough to see Greta going through her backpack.
Greta took out a bottle of coconut water and poured it all over Phoebe's exposed backside. It felt cold and sticky.
And then Greta began cleaning that refreshing, electrolyte-filled water off of Phoebe. With her mouth and tongue.
"Ooooh!" Phoebe moaned. "Ooooooooooooh!"
She heard her own moans of pleasure echo back to her in the cavern as she wriggled with each spasm of delight.
Greta poured some more of the water and then went back to tonguing, making little murmurs of "Mmmm" and "yum."
Then she slowly pulled off Phoebe's thick socks, one by one. She grabbed a bag of strawberries out of Phoebe's backpack, taking one and stroking the bottom of Phoebe's soles down the center with the tip of it. Phoebe wriggled and kicked as it tickled her, the tunnel she was stuck in becoming looser as she vigorously moved around in it.
Then Greta mashed the strawberry into Phoebe's bare foot, biting and licking it off until the stickiness of the fruit juice was replaced with the sliminess of Greta's saliva.
The three long, clawed fingers grabbed Phoebe's sole to hold it in place as Greta took her time sucking each individual toe. If the monster was going to eat her, this was how Phoebe wanted to go.
When Greta let go of her feet, Phoebe realized her writhing had loosened her body enough to crawl back out of the tunnel. She squeezed out and then fell in a heap in exhaustion.
"You're so pretty," Greta moaned, and kissed her.
Phoebe's back slid against the cave wall as Greta covered every inch of her face in kisses, one hand around her neck, the other stroking her breasts.
Then Greta let go.
She reached back into the backpack. She pulled out a carrot, sucking on the tip, then running the whole thing back and forth in her mouth, before returning to the tip to nibble on it until she'd rounded the sharp end in to a soft dome.
Then she began stroking it against the inside of Phoebe's thighs as the spelunker moaned in rapture.
The carrot tip massaged the petals of Phoebe's flower, and Phoebe's moans intensified.
"Please," Phoebe found herself moaning. "Please."
Greta inserted the carrot.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Phoebe shouted.
Greta worked the carrot in and out like a pool cue, hitting Phoebe in just the right spot each time. As she did, she pulled Phoebe's shirt up, gently kissing her all over her midsection. One hand reached up between her shirt and her bra, massaging the boulders in her over-shoulder holder.
Then she pulled the carrot out and stuck it in Phoebe's other cave, eliciting a squeal of shock.
"Does that hurt?" she asked.
"Ye-e-ea-e-s!" Phoebe moaned. "But-but-but-but in a good way!"
Now Greta was exploring one chasm with the carrot and the other with her tongue, while Phoebe reached up and grabbed a stalactite, which she kept stroking faster and faster.
"Oh! Yeah! Oh! Yeah! Oh-h-hhh. Yuu-uu-uh. Ohhhhh!"
Phoebe screamed in delight at the top of her lungs when she reached orgasm, and the scream echoed across the entire park.
Three guys exchanging stories around a campfire while roasting marshmallows heard it.
"Sounds like someone's really enjoying camping," one of them said.
After Phoebe recovered, she found her little green lover had vanished, but had seemingly cleared a path for her to escape the cave and make it back to her tent to get some sleep. She attracted some attention from other campers, covered in dirt, barefooted, her panties tight and practically see-through.
Nobody noticed Greta changing outfits and sneaking into the thick brush to make her way to the nearest campfire.
