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

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Somehow, with all the strength and combined effort, the traveler had managed to dredge Saramathra’s head and arm back above the surface, and the two continued to work together until she was sitting safely on solid ground, only her legs from the knees down still buried. Fully safe from the eternal embrace of the quicksand, the pair took a moment to catch their breath.

As each of them panted, chests rising and falling heavily, Saramathra looked over at the traveler. She’d seen that type of look before: the look of utter fear at what could have happened. A warrior like her often saw it in battle when either someone was narrowly saved or someone else took the fall instead. In this case, he must have been thinking about what could have happened if he was even one minute later to save her.
“There is no need to fear anymore, human. Thank you.” She nodded, breathing back to normal, noticing the human now looking at her. “You did what needed to be done just in time, and were very brave to risk traveling through the forest alone to save me from the quicksand.”
In an instant, she could see his body relax, relief finally taking the place of the stress and adrenaline running through his body. Thankful to have alleviated any of his concern, she looked down at herself. The traveler did the same.

Saramatha was nothing short of a total mess. There wasn’t a single part of her curvy frame that wasn’t dripping in quicksand, from her hair to her breasts, to her hips, to her tail. The goop ran down her fur, slowly returning to its home in the quicksand pit itself. Every small movement squished the remnants against her warm frame, making small squelching noises each time Saramathra readjusted. Even with her dark blue fur still visible, the new layer of pillowy ooze was doing its best to merge the warrior’s natural color with the jungle’s finest muck.

“Human, would you be open to us traveling to a nearby lake so I can wash this quicksand off of my body before it dries?”
The traveler blinked. “You… want me to come with you?” If she knew where the lake was, why would she want someone around while she was washing her body in full, he wondered.
“I think it's best to not leave you alone out here. I would not want you to be alone, either way.”
Giving a sheepish grin, the traveler nodded. He may have gotten himself back out of the jungle—and her out of quite a jam—but he wouldn’t mind accompanying her one bit.