Chapter 11

“Welcome to the ‘Sanctuary’,” a tall, serene woman with long, flowing white hair and wearing a simple white dress that did nothing to hide her slender, graceful figure said as she greeted them at the entrance to the spa. Her smile was warm and welcoming.

“Wow,” Clessa breathed, her eyes wide with awe as she looked around. “This place is ... it’s like something out of a dream.” The spa was a vast, open space, filled with the soothing sounds of trickling water and soft, instrumental music. The air was fragrant with the scent of essential oils and exotic flowers. The walls were made of a smooth, polished pink stone that seemed to glow with an inner light. Potted plants and hanging gardens added to the sense of tranquility, while comfortable-looking lounge chairs were arranged in quiet corners.

“May I please scan your passes?” The woman asked, her hand outstretched. Clessa, Ayumi, and Zlara all presented their passes without a word. Rina, who was still wearing a scowl on her face, begrudgingly held out her arm as well.

“Oh my, a group from The Honeymoon suite I see,” The woman said with a smile as her scanner beeped. “This gives you unlimited free access to all our spa services.” She then looked at Zynphoria’s shimmering form. “And ... what species are you, my dear? I have never seen your kind before.” Zynphoria’s form shimmered and wavered, her pearlescent skin reflecting the soft light of the spa.

“I am Phanso,” she said, her voice a soft melody. “I don’t have a physical body, but I would like to experience the spa vicariously, if that is alright.”

“A Phanso ... How fascinating. I believe we do have a special mud bath for your kind, if you’d be willing to try. The ‘Stardust Serenity Soak’. We will provide you with a specialized container to hold your form, and we will fill it with a special mixture of the resort’s finest mud, which has been infused with a special blend of crystals and energy-enhancing minerals. We’ve found that it has a very positive effect on beings of a more ... ethereal nature.” The woman said with a welcoming smile.

“Really?” Zynphoria’s form brightened, a ripple of excitement flowing through her. “I would love to try that!”

“Be warned though, it may change your body from its natural intangible state to a slightly more ... solid form for a few hours after the soak. It would make you able to touch things ... and people.” The woman added. “For some it’s a welcome change, for others it’s very uncomfortable.”

“That sounds...” Zynphoria drifted away for a second, her mind clearly racing. “I want to try.” she said with confidence after a moment of thought.

“Excellent choice.” the woman said. “Now, if you could all make your way into the locker room and remove your swim wear. This spa has a strict no clothing policy. One of our attendants will meet you on the other side to direct you to your first service.” She said gesturing towards a door at the far end of the room. “We have a full menu of services you can choose from for the rest of the day, so please feel free to explore and enjoy.”

“No clothing policy?” Rina scoffed, her arms crossed under her bare chest. “You’ve got to be kidding me. What is it with this planet and their obsession with being naked?”

“It’s for the ultimate spa experience, my dear,” the woman said, her smile unwavering. “We believe that true relaxation can only be achieved when you are completely free from all constraints, both physical and mental. Clothing is a constraint. It’s a barrier between you and the world, between you and yourself. Here, we want you to be naked, vulnerable, and open to the healing powers of the spa.”

“Bullshit,” Rina muttered, but she followed the others towards the locker room, her reluctance evident in her every step. The locker room was just as serene and luxurious as the main lobby. The walls were lined with polished wood, and the floor was heated, a welcome warmth against their bare feet. There were a few other girls in the locker room, all of them naked and unashamed, their bodies glistening with water and oils. Clessa was the first to undress, her movements quick and efficient. She wriggled out of her bright pink bikini, tossing it onto a bench with a giggle. Her body was a tangle of youthful energy, small B-cup breasts bouncing as she moved, the soft curve of her stomach dusted with a faint trail of freckles. Her pussy was a neat, tidy slit, the lips shaved bare and smooth. She stood there, naked and unashamed, her amber eyes alight with excitement.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” she chirped, spinning around in a circle. “This is the best day of my life!” Ayumi was more hesitant. She kept her back to the others, her movements slow and shy. She unhooked the tiny strings of her purple bikini, letting the fabric fall away from her body. She then untied the bottoms, letting them drop to the floor. She stood there for a moment, her slender frame looking fragile and vulnerable in the soft light, before turning to face the group. Zlara moved with an easy grace. She untied the straps of her black one-piece, letting it pool at her feet. Her body was a masterpiece of alien perfection, cerulean-blue skin smooth and flawless. Her breasts were full and perky, topped with nipples a deep shade of indigo, and her pussy was a delicate, symmetrical fold, the color of a twilight sky. She held herself with a quiet confidence that was both alluring and intimidating. Rina was the last to undress. She sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat, before she untied her board shorts and let them drop to the floor. She stood there, her body lean and toned, her small A-cup breasts firm and perky. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, highlighting the definition of her abs and the tight muscles of her thighs. Her pussy was a small, thin line, the lips barely visible. She put her arms on her hips instead of crossed under her breasts, an defiant look on her face, as if daring anyone to comment. Zynphoria had her bikini made of stars disappear off her body without even needing to unhook it and it just dissolved into a shower of shimmering particles that floated to the ground. Her slim pussy and small firm tits only fully visible for a second before returning to her semi-translucent state.

“Wow, Rina.” Clessa bounced over and squat down in front of her to have a good look. “You have one of the prettiest pussies I have ever seen. And that’s saying something, I’ve seen a lot of ‘em.” Clessa then moved forward and poked it slightly with her finger. “And it’s so tight and neat.”

“Hey!” Rina grabbed Clessa’s hand before she could get another poke in. “Don’t touch me there.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Clessa jumped back, but she still couldn’t tear her eyes away from Rina’s most private area. “It’s just ... I’ve never seen one so ... perfect. And I’m an engineer! I appreciate good design.”

“Is my ... is my design okay?” Ayumi asked quietly, a note of vulnerability in her single visible eye. She stood there, naked and exposed, the scarred side of her faceturned slightly away.

“Yes!” Clessa chirped, bounding over to examine her more closely. “Yours is like a flower in the desert! All cute and delicate and waiting for the rain, which in your case is most likely Kayden’s cum.” She then looked at Zlara. “And yours is like a nebula! All mysterious and beautiful and full of untold secrets!” Zlara let out a warm, rich laugh.

“Well, I appreciate the comparative analysis,” the cerulean-blue beauty said with an amused smile. “It must be my Zorphan genes.”

“Come on!” Clessa said a big smile on her face as she ran over and pressed the button to open the door from the locker room to the spa area itself. “The Sanctuary awaits!” Rina followed them, trailing last, grumbling to herself that this had been the worst idea. They walked into a large room, with a sunken area filled with mud that looked like a thick chocolate soup, steam rising into the room.

“The ‘Stardust Serenity Soak’,” a smiling attendant in a crisp white uniform said, walking up to Zynphoria. “It has been prepared just for you.” She then gestured to one of the inground tubs filled with a shimmering silver mud that appeared to contain a dusting of crushed crystals that glittered as steam rose from them. “The rest of you will be close by, but in a different tub.” Zynphoria gave a little happy wiggle and dove into the tub as instructed. The second her shimmering form was immersed in the mud it immediately stopped its shifting and stabilized, became as solid as Zynphoria’s expression was excited.

“Oh my...” She gasped in shock, her hands slowly coming together in front of her, looking at her own fingers as she made a solid fist. She looked at her arms which were no longer translucent, running her hands up and down her new found solid arms. “I can touch my arm. It is solid. This is ... I need a moment.” She whispered before putting her newly solid face into her newly solid hands which were submerged in the mud.

“It’s recommended you stay in for at least 15 minutes. The rest of you, please follow me.” The attendant said, ignoring Zynphoria’s mini-breakdown. Clessa bounced on the balls of her feet and followed the woman. Ayumi and Zlara followed her while Rina dragged her feet. The attendant pointed them towards their own large inground tub filled with warm, black mud. There were other tubs around the room, some empty, some with women already submerged, mud covering them. All of them looked relaxed, like they had no cares in the world.

“And your massages will be scheduled for you in 30 minutes,” the attendant said with a smile as they all walked around the tub. “Enjoy.”

“See this isn’t that bad,” Zlara said to a very grumpy Rina as she slipped in. “This mud has minerals that will soften the skin and relax your tensed muscles.” Rina only grunted her response and sank into the mud up to her chin, looking like a swamp monster sulking after she was scolded.

“This is weird. It feels ... squishy.” Clessa laughed after dipping into the mud. “And it smells like ... dirt! And flowers!” she added after inhaling deeply. “I like it!” A nervous Ayumi took a hesitant step forward, her bare foot sinking slightly into the soft, warm mud at the edge of the tub. She looked at the gooey black substance, then back at the others, a flicker of apprehension in her single visible eye. The scarred side of her face was turned away, a silent shield against the world. It was Rina who noticed her hesitation.

“It’s alright, Ayumi,” Rina said, her voice soft and unusually gentle. She pushed herself up slightly, the black mud dripping from her shoulders and arms, reaching a muddy hand out to the younger girl. Ayumi looked at Rina’s extended, glistening arm, then at the pilot’s face. For a moment, she hesitated. Then, with a shy, grateful smile, she took Rina’s hand and let her guide her into the tub. The warm mud closed around her small frame, a soothing, gentle embrace.

“It’s nice,” Ayumi whispered, her body relaxing as she settled into the warm, comforting goo.

“We’re all going to get mud in our pussies, you know,” Rina stated. “Alexa was right, no way we get it out of all of our crevices.”

“I wonder what mud getting stuck to my clit would feel like...” Clessa said, her mind in that weird place where it went most of the time. “But I guess you don’t have to worry about that, Rina. Since your neat little pussy is tucked in so tight I bet not even a single grain of that pesky sand we sat on made it in.”

“Hey,” Rina said, a warning in her tone. However there was no heat in it. In fact, she almost looked as if she were going to smile.

“And yours is probably fine too.” The mechanic stated turning her attention to Ayumi. “But not you Zlara.” She laughed a little. “That blue nebula is swallowing all the mud like a black hole ... but a pink one this time. You are a pink hole right now.”

“Thank you for the diagnosis, Dr. Clessa,” Zlara replied calmly. “But I assure you my ‘pink hole’ is tight enough to keep the mud where it belongs.” She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the edge of the tub with a soft sigh. “No more talking for a bit, let’s relax and enjoy this, there’s something kind of wonderful about it all you know.” Rina watched them from her corner of the tub, a strange mix of emotions warring within her. She hated this. Hated the forced nudity, the scent of flowers, the saccharine sweetness of it all. Yet, she had to admit, the warm mud did feel good. It seeped into her tired muscles, a gentle heat melting away the tension she’d been carrying for what felt like a lifetime. She looked over at Ayumi, who was now leaning against the side of the tub, a contented smile on her face. And Clessa, who was busy building a tiny mud-sculpture on her own knee. And Zlara, who was the picture of serene elegance, even covered head-to-toe in black goo. They were a strange, dysfunctional little family, but they were her family. And right now, in this silly, overpriced spa on a ridiculously pink pleasure planet, they were happy. A small, reluctant smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“I’m here!” Zynphoria announced, her form solid and shimmering as she stepped towards the mud tub where the others were, her body glowing with a faint iridescent light from her mud soak. “I am solid!” Her bare feet made soft splashing sounds as she approached. “May I join you?” she asked, her eyes alight with excitement.

“Of course, sweetie,” Zlara said with a warm smile. “There’s plenty of room.” Zynphoria stepped down into the tub, a little clumsy in her new form, sinking into the warm mud with a sigh of pure bliss.

“Oh, this is wonderful!” she said, leaning back against the side of the tub. Her new solid body felt so strange, so real. The mud wasn’t passing through her anymore; it was coating her, clinging to her in a way she had only ever dreamed of. “Clessa? Can you do something for me?” she asked, her voice filled with an almost childlike wonder.

“Anything! What do you need?” Clessa chirped. “A tool? A schematic? I can probably build you a mud-powered engine out of this stuff if you give me five minutes.”

“No ... touch me.” Zynphoria said. Clessa, never one to shy away from a request, slid toward Zynphoria in the mud, reaching out with both hands until they found Zynphoria’s chest with a soft squish. Zynphoria let out a gasp, her body tensing for a second.

“You mean like this?” Clessa asked, kneeding her breasts gently. “You have a nice set of tits by the way.”

“Yes ... just like that,” Zynphoria breathed, her large, luminous eyes fixed on Clessa’s hands. “I can feel your fingerprints. I can feel the pressure. It’s ... it’s so much more intense than I ever imagined.” Her form began to ripple slightly, her body trembling with the sheer novelty of the sensation. “Your hands are so warm. And the mud, it’s ... it’s everywhere. I can feel it between my toes, on my back ... in places I didn’t even know I had places.” She looked over at Ayumi. “Can you touch me too, Ayumi? Just to see what it feels like with different hands.” Ayumi, her cheeks flushed, shyly reached out and placed a small, muddy hand on Zynphoria’s breast, her fingers hesitant and gentle. The contact sent a jolt through Zynphoria’s body.