Vincent and Jamie and Catarina: When Freshiedency Reaches Its End

El Nido Day 1: The First Two Islands and The Glorious Cave, III

As I have said, Ceejay, Philomella, and Clotho were standing a few feet away, watching the scene.

"Good thing we didn't go over there," Ceejay said to the two ladies, "I have a feeling Jamie had something else planned while she's still stuck."

"Possibly---wait, I'm getting brain waves," Clotho exclaimed, "Jamie's looking for Vincent! And she thinks whatever he's doing, although it is disgusting, is helping her in some way!"

"And how?" Ceejay asked.

"Well, we breeders have a thin layer of fat inside their immensely huge insect butt that keeps them and their unborn eggs warm, around one to two centimeters thick," Philomella lectured, "Whenever we engage in exhausting activities, part of it is converted into oil, aside from energy, which is also delivered out with the sweat through the skin. That is why we need to eat a lot of food; it replenishes the lost fat."

"How does that explain what Vincent is doing?" Clotho asked.

"Okay," Philomella asked, "Has any of you experienced sexual intercourse in the past?"

No one raised his or her hand.

"Neither did I," Philomella replied, "But some Natura friend who did told me that the contact between two persons is so close, and the core temperatures of the bodies are rising when they do it. So it gets very, very hot, and thus, sweat."

"That explains everything," Ceejay replied, "So, we need to get Jamie into something like an 'excited' state similar to that when someone engages in said intercourse."

"Exactly!" Philomella exclaimed, "Vincent was simply stimulating or catalyzing the processes of her sweat and oil glands despite the process being... uncivilized."

"I completely shudder at that thought," Clotho replied, "but what the heck?"

"So who among the three of us will volunteer to do this daunting task?" Ceejay asked.

Philomella looked towards Clotho, and soon, Ceejay did. Clotho stayed silent while resisting the glares of the two, but in the end, she said, "Fine, I can't see anyway."

"No one would really blame you for being blind, Clotho," Philomella said as she gave the blind drideress a pat on the back, "Just feel around it. Our insides feel like someone grabbing your wrist very hard, though."

"Okay," Clotho replied, and led the group towards Jamie's insect abdomen. Then she took a deep breath.

Meanwhile, inside the cave, Jamie was about to drift off to sleep when another wave of pleasure and ecstasy hit her. She responded by trying to wiggle out towards daylight while her mind gave in to the endorphins that stimulated her once again. Sweat and oil poured out rapidly, decorating her body in a slippery substance.

Finally, she felt some hands grab on to her and pull her out. Despite the wounds, lacerations, and gashes on her body, she was free after forty-five minutes stuck inside the cave. The first people she saw were Ceejay, Philomella, and Clotho.

"Thank you, guys!" Jamie exclaimed, hugging each of them one by one, nearly crushing their ribs. When it was Clotho's turn, the blind drideress said, "No need, but I'm seriously not entering you ever again." She even showed her hands to the breeder, and added, "I needed a wash. Excuse me."

While Clotho skittered to the beach to wash her hands, Norman immediately caught sight of the free Jamie and told the others. Everyone then rushed to hug the breeder (and then get a look-see of what's inside the cave). Vincent, meanwhile, dragged himself on to the boat. He lay in a fetal position, while the rest enjoyed the tour of the cave.

...

They arrived back at the resort at around 4 in the afternoon. Despite the pains, Vincent and Jamie were able to walk directly towards their air-conditioned water cottage. Jamie was not that wet, but small streaks of blood ran down the sides of her body and stained the rushguard​ she wore along with the water and sweat droplets present there. Vincent, on the other hand, was nearly black and blue with streaks of red all throughout his body. Everywhere, his body ached.

Unconsciously, they took their towels and went into the bathroom together. It was only when Vincent opened the shower when they both noticed each other, both wounded and bruised and in the nude. They  were a bit surprised.

"N-n-no, Jamie," Vincent stuttered, "Y-y-you go f-f-first."

"No, it's okay," Jamie replied, "You go ahead."

"Please, be my guest," Vincent replied, "You go ahead."

"No, it's okay," Jamie replied, "You're in much greater pain than I am."

"No, please," Vincent replied, "I've done enough harm towards you. You go ahead." He stood away from the shower area as Jamie approached it. The last thing they did before Jamie pulled the curtains was to look at each other. Then, Vincent headed towards the sink and cried. 

...

When both of them were done bathing, they immediately slipped into their pyjamas and immediately fell asleep. While Jamie took the master bed, Vincent slept on the couch across it. Sad looks came across their faces while they slept.