Artwork by shirasiyuki
Commissioned by me
Saramathra belongs to BaryonSweep (OC used with permission)
Story written by  xylenqs

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There was no doubt about it. If Saramathra wanted to get herself back to her original position, she would have to push against the quicksand. Sure, it was risky, but so was staying at this depth. All it would take was another pull down from her current depth, and then she’d really be in trouble. With a deep breath, the warrior placed both palms against the surface and started to push.

Knowing how much of a risk this maneuver was, Saramathra didn’t rely on her hands alone. She carefully swished her midsection, just enough to hopefully loosen the muck around her hips to break free… and not enough to loosen it around her hands. Thankfully, her body began to rise out of the pillowy mire. Although part of her wanted to look away, more of her mind was curious. Looking down at her body, she could see—and especially feel—the mud rolling down her resurfaced body.
Her belly was completely covered in mud, staining that once dark blue pelt of hers. Though not disgusting, it was a sight that got Saramathra giving a small shudder. Large globs gave way to gravity, running down more of her midsection as it kept slowly rising. Blinking in a mix of surprise and curiosity, she took a deep breath as her midriff resurfaced. Her belly button was completely filled to the brim with quicksand, oozing out a bit of the mire now that it was free from its earthy confines.

Head turning to the sky, Saramathra panted heavily. She knew it’d be a lot of work to get herself back up to her waist, but it was far more energy-consuming than she’d expected. It really was as thick as it felt on her lower half. As her stomach shrank and expanded with each lungful of air, the sound of squelching mud filled Saramathra’s ears. Ears twitching, she could feel more of the muck running down her stomach, the angle and speed of each muddy drip altered with every breath she took.

“Haaah… aahhh… haanhh…”

Slowly, the warrior managed to catch her breath. Just as she was managing to regain her lost energy, however, her body began to sink once more. She didn’t even have to look; she could feel it happening as the quicksand pulled her belly back into its welcoming clutches. Taking a few more moments to make sure she was ready to fight against the quicksand once again, Saramathra let the muck take her back under until it reached her ribcage, then pushed her body up once more.
What she didn’t expect, however, was how much thicker the second layer of creamy mud against her fur would really make her struggle. It stretched and held her stomach snugly, sticking to her belly much more effectively than her first attempt. Saramathra grunted, struggling to fight the big, bad quicksand bog. Despite making headway, it was hard work, even for a warrior of her shape and size.

“Nnnhhh… hhhfff… heavens… I’m really having to… fight this quicksand…”
A fight certainly not ending anytime soon, given how badly the pillowy muck wanted to hold onto her midsection. It continued to stretch and squelch against her frame, making Saramathra grunt and groan while she resisted. Though her body was starting to ask for another break, she knew doing so would risk herself sinking down once again. She grit her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut as she looked to the side, convincing her body to continue the struggle against the seemingly bottomless quicksand.
“I will… not… surrender…!” She grunted out, unaware of her hands starting to disappear into the pillowy embrace of the muck.
However, she’d find out soon enough. Surely the human would be back soon with a vine, and even if he wasn’t, she could get herself out of this situation… right?