Off in the distance, a ball of tendrils floats through the air, a single solitary eye in the center of its forehead looking off to the south, away from them. Several other small tentacle-balls shy away from them as they pass, not wanting to bother larger creatures. 

It's a bit of a long walk through the fleshy landscape, and they have to stay alert the whole way since they're practically defenseless, so there isn't much opportunity for conversation. But eventually they arrive at a joining in the flesh where it starts giving way to knobbled flesh and bone.

Pink-chan waves, and more small balls of tentacles like it swarm forward across the bone. 

<Welcome friend-pinks! Friend-allies fuck pink-chan and give much orgone! Celebrations!> 

And the tentacles seem to busy themselves chatting back and forth rapidly, not all of the telepathic communication bleeding through. 

"Oh no, they're all too cute," Sable exclaims with a giggle. "This place is a pretty solid start, though. It's got plenty of bone to harvest for early tools, and lots of potential new friends." Her voice turns a bit teasing and flirtatious at the end. 

Then she turns to their guide across the sea. "Pink-chan, d'you think you and your friends could help us harvest some bone, a bit later?"

For that matter, has the game provided any helpful instincts about what sizes and shapes of bone pieces she needs to make tools? Or how any of that works?

Hannah looks around at all the tiny pink tentacle-creatures, and visibly performs a mental calculation. 

"This is a good-sized number of, uh, pinks? I wonder where they all come from..." 

She looks over at Sable and swallows.

<pink-clan want celebrate get new-big ally-friends! and friend-allies owe cum-fuck! pink-clan fuck-take ally-friends?>

"Yeah, Pink-chan, we'll fuck you in just a moment. Lemme just talk with Hannah for a second first."

Then she steps over to Hannah and cups her cheek tenderly. "We've got this, sweetie. What're you worried about, babe?"

"Just a little intimidated by how many of them there are, is all, but I think it's probably for the best if I jump in and just enjoy anyway. Maybe we could ask them to go a little slower at first? But I have always wanted to be the, ah, center of attention."

"I mean, I've never done quite this much either, but I have made sure pods can fix refractory periods, so... nothing for it but exposure therapy?"

She grins blushily at Hannah.

She laughs. "Yeah, I guess so!" 

Hannah looks over at pink-chan. "I'm game, do you want to do it right here or is there somewhere you usually use...?" 

<Pink-clan have fuck-pool! good for squish-press squirm-ball. come and come and come this way!> 

The tentacle balls all squirm off in one direction, moving towards the center of the island.

A short walk later, they arrive at a softly bubbling pool of tentacle-goop, translucent-milky in color, lying within a pocket of the bony island. It's sort of like a natural hot spring, if hot springs were filled with cum. 

<In-get!> 

Hannah gives Sable a look, and hesitantly slips into the goopy viscous fluid bath. 

Sable blushes down at the pool. That's... yeah she's really doing this. Okay.

She steps in as well, and gives Hannah a squeeze and a kiss.

Hannah squeezes Sable close to her and takes a slow breath, then turns to pink-chan. 

"We're ready, whenever you want to go ahead." 

<good-brave big-creatures! pink-clan will make-ensure much pleasure-cum!> 

And all the tentacles boil into the cumlike fluid, and very quickly all of Hannah and Sable's lower holes are filled with slick, sticky tendrils. 

<This time 'member big-creatures need mouth-noises!> 

Hannah lets out a soft gasp as she's filled again, and leans heavily back against the edge of the pool. "Fuck..." 

She spreads her legs slightly beneath the surface, trusting the tentacles to support her, and is quickly enveloped by tendrils from the waist down.