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Keep It Simple, Stupid- Petra Sinks
An Arcana Heart QS Fan Fiction
by DJlurker
(A/N: This is a semi-sequel to 'A Sticky Situation', so Petra is 18 here.)
(Another day, another celestial incident...)
Petra Johanna Lagerkvist, head of the Rosenberg Branch of the Celestial Union in Japan, walked slowly and carefully through the swamp where a planar rift had been detected. Normally, she would have dispatched Weiss or Scharlachrot to deal with such a minor phenomenon, but they were currently busy with other assignments. Not that Petra minded getting her own hands dirty, figuratively speaking...
Still, she needed to be careful, since this swamp was known to have quicksand here and there... fortunately, Petra had at least a rough idea of how the swamp was laid out, due to having to deal with a trap planted by the celestial alchemist Parace L'Sia... the noblewoman's body shuddered at recalling the memory of falling into that artificial bog which had also entrapped Scharlachrot...
(Enough!) she chided herself. (That incident is over and done with, the bog was neutralized and filled in months ago, there's no longer any danger...) She stopped for a moment, taking a breath to re-focus her mind. (Now then, where is that planar rift?) Closing her eyes, she concentrated, search for the highest concentration of celestial energy... (Ah-ha, there it is,) she confirmed. Checking to make sure the path in front of her was stable, she set off in the direction she sensed...
Not long after, she found the rift itself, hanging in an open clearing, invisible to any normal human, yet obvious to an Arcana Maiden like herself. Checking her ether pistols, Petra cautiously approached the rift, stopping a few feet away, before taking aim... *pew!* went her pistol as it fired, the shot of concentrated ether piercing the rift dead center, destabilizing it and causing it to collapse on itself, dissipating into nothingness.
Petra waited a few moments to confirm that the planar rift was no more, before nodding curtly to herself in satisfaction. (Mission accomplished,) she thought to herself as she turned to leave... or tried to. Finding herself unable to move her legs, Petra looked down...
And went pale as she realized her lower legs had been swallowed by the ground, which shifted with her movements. "Oh no, not quicksand!" She immediately dropped her pistols, grabbing at one of her legs and pulling, but the earth refused to give, her other leg sinking down as a result. (How could I have been so foolish?! I should've known to check the ground before I approached the rift...!)
The medium-brown mud gurgled as it took in the noblewoman past her knees, as she tried to rock back and forth to loosen its grip on her legs. But she only succeeded in going further down, her thighs sinking in as her skirt started to float on the surface.
To Petra's surprise, the slimy muck seemed to massage her trapped legs in a manner that tempted her to relax, and just sink in... she did enjoy a mud-bath with her suitor on occasion... (But now's not the time,) she reminded herself as she resumed her attempts to escape. (My boots and dress are already ruined... this is why I wear a swimsuit when I go mud-larking with David...)
Her gloved hands were now braced against the surface of the quicksand as she tried to keep from sinking down further... But alas, they began to sink in as well, being rapidly engulfed past her wrists... now her skirt was vanishing beneath the mud as it rose to her waist, still massaging her lower body with its soft, slimy texture...
"Mmmm..." Petra moaned in contentment, her indigo eyes sliding shut as her lips pulled into a smile, half-heartedly wiggling her hips, the quicksand gurgling in response as it began to count her ribs... The noblewoman was no longer fighting the suction, having been seduced by the mud's touch... She felt her elbows sink into the quicksand, sighing in delight as her bosom came to rest on the moist surface. "Feels so good..." (So warm, so soft, so comfortable...)
Opening her eyes, Petra looked down at her bust, seeing the shiny brown muck teasing at the dip in the hem of her dress... Wiggling her body a little, she was rewarded as the slimy mud oozed into her cleavage, the redhead gently quaking with enjoyment- not arousal, just a calm, relaxed feeling, like when she underwent a full-body massage... only the black flaps on the hem of her dress were visible above the surface now, her arms also having sunk to the point where only the black rims of her gloves could be seen.
Petra rolled her head around a little to loosen up her neck muscles, as she continued to slowly undulate in her wet, slimy encasement... Closing her eyes again, she listened to the quicksand's gentle gurgling and bubbling, along with other sounds of nature echoing through the swamp... While a part of her still wanted to escape, her right arm having risen slightly through the muck, the reality of her hopeless entrapment kept it suppressed for the moment, the noblewoman instead focusing on the mud's unique texture as it continued to caress every inch of her submerged body...
Realizing her lips were getting a bit dry, Petra licked said lips to re-moisten them, sighing as she opened her eyes again, looking upward at the canopy, seeing the sunlight filter through the trees, which illuminated the vines stretched between them...
(Wait... vines? Vines!)
Petra gasped as she immediately snapped back to full awareness, a possible avenue of escape having presented itself. With a little effort, she managed to bring her right arm up and out of the quicksand, as she looked around for her ether-pistols... Spotting one, she stretched out and just managed to grab it, pointing it up at the canopy...
Her first shot went wide, as the gun slipped in her muddy grasp... re-adjusting her grip she closed one eye as she aimed carefully, then fired again... This time she was successful, as a long vine dropped down in front of her! "Ah-ha!" Petra gasped in relief as she dropped her pistol on the surface and grasped the vine with her muddy hand. It looked a bit thin, but held firm as the noblewoman gave it a few hard tugs. Still, the quicksand continued to suck at her body enticing her to stay... (No,) she thought firmly. (I've been stuck in here long enough...)
Petra began her escape, using the vine as leverage to pull herself to a more horizontal position... it ended up giving slightly as it slid through the tree branches, but it did not break, even at the redhead pulled her other arm free of the mire to grab on as well. Pulling herself forward a little, Petra twisted her hips and kicked with her legs, until said legs emerged from the quicksand, covered in a heavy layer of mud.
Releasing the vine, Petra grabbed her ether pistol and began to half-crawl, half-swim over the surface, making slow but steady progress... Eventually her hands felt solid earth beneath them, the maiden sighing in relief as she slowly pulled herself all the way onto terra firma, rising to a sitting position on her knees as she caught her breath. She was covered in muck from her bust down, the tips of her twin-tails also stained brown, but at least she was safe.
(Still, this is going to be quite the cleaning bill,) she thought to herself as she wiped some mud off her gloved arms. Looking back, she could see her other ether pistol laying on the quicksand's surface, forgotten... (I'll have to come back for that later,) she mused as she slowly rose to her feet.
And so she stumbled off, unaware that she was being watched by a busty woman with long white hair, dark skin, and red eyes, wearing glasses and a lab coat.
(Well done, Lagerkvist,) Parace L'Sia mused. (For a moment I thought you had succumbed to the mud's touch, but you engineered an escape the moment an opportunity presented itself... a testament to your strength of will.) The celestial alchemist chuckled to herself as she made a few notes... (Still, this is an encouraging result... it still took her a while to summon the will to escape, which mean this could still serve as an effective incapacitating trap...) It seemed that mixing a small amount of her 'pleasure bog' into a normal quicksand pit had proven quite fruitful...
Unfortunately, she was forced to abandon the site later when Petra returned with her suitor, not just to retrieve her ether-pistol, but to enjoy a relaxing wallow in the mud together...
~*Fin*~
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