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

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Yeah, it wouldn’t be too hard to get herself free. All she had to do was remain calm, not sink any deeper, and figure out some sort of plan. It was quite clear by now that trying to struggle and squirm her way free wasn’t going to work. No, it would take something with more finesse… and a little bit of luck.

Glrrrph…
The thing about luck, however, was that it always eventually ran out. There was just enough time for Saramathra to realize yet another plunge deeper was inevitable, and as she feared, her body quickly began sinking once more. She gasped, looking down with wide eyes as her stomach plunged into the earth… but this time, her already elbow deep arms were going down, too!

“This cannot…”
Happen? Oh, it certainly could, and it was very much happening. The warrior couldn’t decide whether it was best to struggle or simply remain as still as possible. Granted, the temptation for the former was certainly there, but before Saramathra could really make any decision, the soft, silty damage was being done. It really was a sinking feeling as she watched her body plunging back down into the muck, mouth open in shock.
Even in the final few moments of the sudden, unwilling pull deeper, Saramathra decided to at least try and save her arms. She tugged towards the left, trying to remove the appendage from the thick, sticky suction of the quicksand. Though it moved slightly, it was quite clear it was stuck. She tried again with her right arm, hoping to dredge it free. The pillowy slop held firm as well, only giving a small stretch, but even more suction that made it quite clear to Saramathra that it was not letting go.

“No…!”
It was a soft ‘no’, almost sounding like an airless yelp audible to only Saramathra and the bog pulling her down. Mercifully, the sinking stopped once again, the bottom of her breasts cushioning any further sinking into the deep, hungry quicksand. However, her arms were now sunk well past her elbows, and as she again tried to lift one, then the other, the reality set in: her arms were stuck. Saramathra even gave one weak bounce of her body, the single act hopefully giving the necessary jostle to provide a moment to get an arm back.
Instead, it did little more than make the surface of the bog bounce with her. Saramathra looked down at herself, mouth wide open in a soundless gasp. She’d let this situation get worse. If only she’d stayed still…! But instead…

“This is bad…”
The ground gave a soft rumble.
“...really bad…”

Getting out on her own would be impossible now, unless the quicksand somehow fully lost its suction. Saramathra wasn’t foolish enough to believe in a miracle that would never happen.
“Up to my chest in quicksand… no way to… pull myself out…” Saramathra panted, not realizing she’d been holding in a breath the entire time. “Human, if you are out there, return soon, or I will be swallowed by the quicksand before you can find me.”
Though she was saying it only to herself, reality was setting in just as quickly as her body was settling into the muck. Saramathra couldn’t keep wriggling and squirming… it would only sink her faster. Still, if the thick mud continued to pull her down while she waited, Saramathra knew she would have to try. She was a warrior, after all, and surrender was not an option.

“I will not give up.”
She would sooner go under trying to save herself.