Ghost Writer's Block

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Ghost Writer's Block

Postby DJlurker » Sun Apr 24, 2016 1:08 pm

Well, it's happened again... After writing a short story for my Cynthia In The Beach manip request by RBX2, I ended up getting an idea for a sequel, where Cynthia has a friend join her... So, here it is!

Ghost Writer's Block
by DJlurker

"Oh, hello there… Shauntal, isn't it? Please, come in."

Cynthia opened the door for the Ghost-type Elite Four trainer, who trudged in wearing her usual ensemble, minus her unique black cat neck ribbon, in concession to Undella Town's warm climate. A bag was slung over her right shoulder, stuffed full of papers- no doubt, rough drafts and manuscripts for novels in progress.

Shauntal plopped herself down on the couch, a forlorn look on her face, which did not go unnoticed by the Sinnoh native. "Oh dear, you seem depressed about something…"

"Bad case of writer's block," Shauntal grunted in response. "I'm stuck on this one scene in my latest novel… can't get it to work, no matter what I do." She shuffled through her bag, pulling out a sheet of paper full of handwritten scribbles. "See for yourself…"

"Okay…" Cynthia took the paper and began to read…

'The lady trudged though the swamp, when all of a sudden her feet got stuck. It was quicksand!

"Oh no!" she cried as she pulled at her legs, only to sink deeper. She tried to dig the quicksand away. It didn't work. She sank deeper and deeper…

"Somebody, help me!" she cried.

But nobody came.'

"See?" The lavender-haired author said. "It sucks, doesn't it?"

Cynthia bit her lip lightly. "I wouldn't say it sucks… I've certainly seen better writing, though…"

"Exactly! It's flat. It's bland. It's completely uninspired!" Shauntal threw her gloved hands up in exasperation. "That's why I came to you…"

"Me?" The blonde blinked in confusion. "But I'm not a book writer…"

"No, but you are an adventurer, and a foreigner. Someone who's had experiences that I haven't. That's why I want your input."

Cynthia shook her head. "I'm still not sure I understand…"

"Don't you have some sort of 'Great Marsh' in your home region?" Shauntal cut to the point.

"Oh! That…" Cynthia snapped her fingers in comprehension. "Well, to be honest, the swamps in that area really aren't that hard to escape from…"

Shauntal's face fell.

"-that being said," she quickly continued, "I think I might know a place that might just give the inspiration you need."

"You do? Where?!" The writer inquired fervently.

Cynthia held up a hand. "Well, if I'm going to take you there, we have go early in the morning, so we're not spotted… Which means you should probably stay the night."

"Oh…" Shauntal looked down, pursing her lips slightly. "Well, I wasn't exactly packed for an overnight stay… you don't mind if I sleep in my clothes, do you?"

The long-haired blonde shrugged. "That's fine."

"GAR!"

"Ahhhh! I'm up, I'm up!" Shauntal jerked awake. Almost immediately, though, she realized something was wrong. Instead of the couch at Cynthia's villa, she was laying outside, on the sandy beach… Also, everything was very fuzzy… Putting her hand up to her face, the Elite Four trainer realized something important was missing. "My glasses! Where are they?!"

"I have them right here," Cynthia's voice spoke up. Looking forward, the woman could make out two blobs- one light-colored- Cynthia, no doubt- and one dark blue. "Um, who's that next to you?"

"Garchomp!" the blue blob replied.

"Oh, right… your Pokemon," Shauntal muttered as she slowly stood to her feet. "Do you mind telling me why you carried me outside without waking me up?"

"Would you believe me if I said you looked too cute while sleeping, that I didn't want to wake you up?" Cynthia answered in a teasing tone of voice.

"Not really… Now could you please give me my glasses?"

"Come over here and get them," the former Sinnoh champion answered. Shauntal sighed in slight frustration, before starting to walk forward…

Or trying to, as her feet suddenly didn't want to move. "Huh…?" Looking down, she saw that her feet had somehow become buried in the sand. "Oh, for…" She tried pulling up on one leg, then the other, only to bury herself deeper, almost up to her knees. "H-hey…!" She grabbed her right leg and pulled as hard as she could, but not only did she fail to make progress, her left leg sank further down. "What is going on here?!"

"Oh, come now… you haven't figured it out?" Cynthia teased. "You're sinking in quicksand!"

"Quicksand?!" Shauntal cried in shock. "Oh dear Arceus…" She tugged at her pantyhosed legs in panic, which of course only caused her to sink to her thighs, her short skirt starting to spread on the surface… "Cynthia! This isn't funny! I'm sinking!"

"I'm not laughing," the blonde trainer replied matter-of-factly. "You said you wanted inspiration, so what better way than to experience it yourself?"

"This isn't exactly… what I had in mind!" Shauntal protested, as she tried to twist her body to loosen the sand's grip, to no avail, her legs now completely paralyzed by the wet sand. "It wouldn't be so scary if I could actually see…"

"That's kind of the idea," Cynthia pointed out. "The woman in your novel was supposed to be frightened, after all, right?"

"True, but…" The Elite Four trainer was sunk past her waist now, the sand beginning to count her ribs… She thrust her gloved hands into the beach, apparently to try and loosen the quicksand's grip that way, only to get them stuck as well. "Crap…! Cynthia, help me!"

The other woman just chuckled. "Oh, don't worry, you'll stop sinking soon… it's simple physics, after all. The thicker a liquid, the higher you float in it…"

Shauntal blinked in surprise… she hadn't even considered that fact. "Oh… well, that's… ah ha ha ha ha, I feel stupid now…" An embarrassed grin spread over her face, even as she felt her bosom come to rest upon the surface of the unstable beach…

"Well, now you know how I felt when I realized my methods for escaping the deep spots in the Great Marsh failed miserably with this quicksand…"

"Oh, wow… how *did* you escape, then?"

"I didn't. I had to wait for someone to find me and dig me out," Cynthia explained. "That why Garchomp's here, to dig you out when it's time... by the way, how does it feel?"

"It feels... like a soft, wet vice grip," Shauntal grunted. "Like a jealous lover that won't let you go, ever... it even caresses you like a lover, all over your body, especially when you struggle..." She paused briefly to catch her breath. "Resistance is futile. You can't escape, even though it's just water and sand... Completely helpless, all you can do is cry out for help, hoping against hope that someone else is nearby..." She blinked several times, as if waking from a dream. "Whoa… I think I've got it… I'm past my writer's block!"

"Good for you, Shauntal." Cynthia had moved closer, and Shauntal could *almost* make her out now… she appeared to be nearly naked, save her chest, which was black… Then she felt something being slipped onto her face- (My glasses!) Immediately her vision cleared, showing that Cynthia was indeed dressed in nothing but a black bikini… But something was wrong. Being sunk to her chest in the beach, the other woman should have towered over her, even kneeling down, but their eyes were almost level… Looking down, the novel writer realized that her companion was buried up to her belly button in the quicksand herself. "Ah… Cynthia, you…"

"Yes, that's right, Shauntal, I'm sinking in with you," the blonde affirmed. "Your 'jealous lover' description was quite apt… that's about how I feel when I mire myself in this wet sand…" She smiled as she twisted her hips, working herself down further…

Shauntal couldn't believe what she was seeing and hearing. "R…really? You actually… *like* to sink in this stuff? And where did your Garchomp go?"

"Oh, just into the brush nearby, to hunt for some breakfast," Cynthia replied dismissively. "Don't worry, he'll come back when I whistle for him…" She then pushed her own arms into the sand, before trying to pull up, which of course caused the quicksand take her in deeper, until her own bosom came to rest on the surface, some of the sand slipping into her cleavage, causing her to quake slightly… "Mmm, yes, right there… ahhhhh…"

Right then, Shauntal realized that her friend wasn't just teasing her- you couldn't exactly fake that kind of reaction. "Wow, you like it when it gets into your bikini top, huh?"

"Oh yes," Cynthia breathed out, her eyes shut as she focused on the feel of the quicksand's gentle yet insistent caress. "A woman's breasts are one of the softest and most sensitive parts of her body, after all…" She opened her eyes. "You should know, seeing as yours are bigger than mine…"

The Ghost-type trainer squeaked, her face reddening as she instinctively looked down at her own bosom briefly, seeing her hard nipples poking against her shirt. "T-they're not *that* much bigger!" she protested. "I-it's just the way the sand's pushing them up, making them look bigger, that's all…!"

Cynthia just laughed. "Oh Shauntal, you are just too easy sometimes…" Her laughter then dissolved into moaning as she shivered again from the wet sand sliding against her breasts, her nipples just touching the surface now…

Shauntal had been about to make an angry retort, but it died in her throat when she realized her companion was getting 'distracted' again… (Does it really feel that good?) She couldn't help but wonder, glancing down at her bosom again. Curiously, she leaned forward pressing her chest deeper into the beach, until her own nipples were gently pinched in its embrace. Not getting the reaction she desired, she tried shifting her body side-to-side-

That did the trick, as a wave of pleasure coursed though Shauntal's body, causing her to quiver intensely. A loud moan escaped her lips as she threw her head back from the sensation, nearly blinding herself from the sun's glare… "Oh, dear Arceus…"

"Sounds like…" Cynthia swallowed to get moisture back in her throat. "Sounds like I'm not the only one enjoying myself…" She couldn't help but smile at Shauntal, who blushed crimson from her friend's teasing.

"W-well, don't expect me to want to come back anytime soon," the novel writer firmly asserted. "B-but as a one-time experience, it's not so bad…" She gasped in surprise as another, unexpected wave of pleasure pulsed through her, causing her to close her eyes as she rode it out…

"Too bad," Cynthia lamented, "Doing this is a lot more fun with a friend, I think…"

Shauntal didn't answer immediately, taking deep breaths in order to calm herself and clear her head. Opening her eyes once more, she stated, "Well, at the very least, could you give me the choice to join you next time, instead of just dumping me out here while I'm sleeping?"

Cynthia just chuckled. "Didn't I just tell you why I did that? But, very well. Next time, I promise I'll ask you first…" Looking up at the sun's position in the sky, she mentally calculated the time in her head… "Well, I think we've still got some time, so let's just relax and enjoy ourselves, shall we?"

Shauntal nodded slightly. "S-sure, OK… just try not to lose track of time… I'd die of embarrassment if I was caught out here by strangers…" She then closed her eyes, before slowly beginning to undulate in her entrapment once more…

"Deal," the blonde affirmed, as she also began to tug at her trapped limbs again, reveling in the feeling of the soft, wet sand sucking on her body… There was nothing else spoken after that, save the occasional moan, as the two lovely ladies enjoyed themselves in the thick beach quicksand together…

Shauntal rolled her head around as yet another wave of pleasure surged through her shaking body… (I bet there aren't too many damsels-in-distress who feel this way when they're sinking in quicksand,) she pondered. (Maybe I could incorporate this into my swamp scene, though I'd have to make sure it didn't come off as too… erotic…) She felt her face heating up again at the thought… then another idea struck her. (Wait, what if I… yes, that's perfect! That'll take my novel in a different direction, I think…) But then, she became aware of how dry her throat was… attempting to swallow produced no results- her saliva glands seemed to have stopped working. (Uh oh, that's not good…) Clearing her throat, she spoke up, "Cynthia, I think… we should get out now… I'm reeeeally thirsty…"

Her partner roused from her reverie. "Hmm, maybe you're right…" Cynthia pursed her lips, but no sound came out. "Ugh, my throat's too parched," she groaned. "I don't think I can whistle for Garchomp..."

The Elite Four trainer just smirked in response. "Oh, don't worry about that..." Suddenly, the sand bulged underneath the two girls, before erupting into a waterspout! Cynthia screamed in surprise as she suddenly found herself and Shauntal riding atop a large pink Pokemon. "Jellicent!" it burbled happily.

"Good work, partner," Shauntal complimented.

Cynthia took a breath to calm herself, before asking, "OK, how did you do that? The first time I got stuck, I couldn't reach my Pokeballs because the sand's grip was too tight..."

"I didn't push my hands into the sand to try and push up," The lavender-haired trainer explained. "I was pushing them directly to where my Pokeballs were set, so I could call one of them out, just in case." She winked at Cynthia, causing the bikini-clad woman to dissolve into embarrassed giggling as Jellicent carried them to more stable sand...

Sometime later, the two were back at Cynthia's villa, having washed up and gotten a much-needed drink of water. Since Shauntal hadn't brought any extra clothes, she had to stay in the house with nothing but a bath towel wrapped around her body while Cynthia washed her outfit. That was fine with her though, as she took the time to pull her manuscript out and start writing out the swamp scene she'd conceived from her sinking in the quicksand.

"All right, Shauntal, your clothes are in the dryer now," Cynthia stated as she stepped into the main room. Apparently her friend hadn't heard her, as she was bent over her script, her brow furrowed as her hand and pen moved with a speed that surprised the Sinnoh trainer. Curious, she walked up to the table and peeked over Shauntal's shoulder to see what she was writing…

'The woman wiped the thick muck from her body as she glared daggers at her savior. "Of all the people to rescue me, it had to be you, didn't it?!"

"Oh come on… it's been years since we broke up!" The man protested. "Don't tell me you still hold a grudge…"

"Of course I do, Mr. Can't-Keep-It-In-His-Pants!" she shot back. "You took my heart and stomped it into a million tiny pieces! What, 'd'you expect me to just forgive you?!"

"At least give me credit for saving you! What if our roles were reversed, would you have just left me to sink and die?!"

The woman bit her lip. "…OK, fine. I might hate your guts, but not enough to watch you die. Even I'm not that sadistic." She took a breath. "I suppose I could let you escort me to the next town over, but after that we go our separate ways, got it?"

The man shrugged. "Fair enough…" Taking her hand, the two ex-lovers walked off together…'

"You know, it's hard to concentrate when someone's reading over my shoulder," Shauntal spoke up. "It's really annoying!"

"Sorry!" Cynthia straightened up and took a step back. "I couldn't help myself, you seemed so absorbed in your work…"

The lavender-haired author just sighed as she set her pen down. "Well, I guess it's time for a break anyway…" She turned to look at her friend. "I really should thank you, though… not only did you get me over my writer's block, you gave me a new idea for the novel entirely, as you probably saw…"

"What, the ex-lover?" Cynthia blinked. "Is that because I said the quicksand felt like a lover to me?"

"Correct," Shauntal smiled. "Due to unforeseen circumstances, the two of them will end up traveling together for a lot longer than anticipated. However, I'm not going to have them get back together or anything… that's too cliche. It would be far more interesting to explore their reactions as a former couple that *won't* get back together… even though I've never really had a boyfriend myself, I still think I can make it work."

Cynthia nodded. "Yes, well, I've never really had a boyfriend myself… shocking, I know, but I've always been too busy with my work in archaeology… 'married to the job', so to speak. I assume it's the same with you?" Receiving a nod in the affirmative, she continued, "I wonder if that's why I enjoy that quicksand like I do… maybe I'm subconsciously trying to alleviate some sexual tension, perhaps?"

Shauntal blushed. "I wasn't really thinking of it that way, but now that you mention it…" A buzzer then went off someplace. "I think my clothes are done now."

"I'll go get them, then…" Cynthia walked over to the door, but stopped and looked back. "So, does that mean you might join me in the quicksand again sometime?"

"Hmmm… I'll think about it," the writer responded. "Maybe next time I get frustrated with writer's block, I'll come back here… with a proper change of clothes, that is." She winked.

Cynthia chuckled. "Of course," she said as she walked off to retrieve her friend's clothes from the dryer… (And next time I'm definitely going to bring some water along…)

~*Fin*~
Last edited by DJlurker on Mon May 01, 2017 9:23 am, edited 1 time in total.

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Re: Ghost Writer's Block

Postby PM2K » Sun May 01, 2016 8:10 pm

Nice one. :)

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Re: Ghost Writer's Block

Postby DJlurker » Sat Jul 08, 2017 8:44 pm

An illustration for this story has been done by the one and only Lady of Mud!
http://www.deviantart.com/art/Sharing-t ... -691245542
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