Animusa's Descent into the Golgari (Part 2)

[Solrex]

Author's Note: This is the part 2 to my Animusa Series. I got some great feedback on the last part, so I wrote a sequel. For a while, I was worried about hitting the character limit, and I wasn't even at the sinking part yet. But, the finished product is 28k characters, and the limit is 60k, so I'm good. This was a very long time in writing, and the sinking scene is at the end, so if you don't care for plot, skip right on ahead, although do realize you are missing out.

This story isn't just a quick jerk off. It has plot and humor elements as well. It doesn't appeal as much to the feminine romantic side as I had done so in the previous part, but it still has some elements of that.

Honestly, if you haven't read part one, go give that a read. Here's a link to it:

viewtopic.php?f=14&t=19858

With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy my sequel to one of my strongest stories. Please do enjoy!~

Several full moons had passed on the city of Ravnica since Animusa first met the spy. Every weekend was full of secret sneaky love affairs with the Golgari bog under the city. Animusa never felt any direct love towards the dimir spy, but she was pretty close to him, letting him watch her have her fun in the bog.

There was a problem, however. As Animusa woke up Friday morning, she went to go grab her supplies she had packed the night before, and was headed out the door when her father approached her.

“Going out again, Animusa? You sure seem to like to socialize on weekends now when you never use to.” Her father the King spoke.

“Oh, you know, I just found something I love to do. Is there something you need, father?” Animusa asked.

“Well, you'll be surprised to know that I've arranged a marriage for you. He is a Boros prince! His name is-” the king started to explain before Animusa bolted out the door, running and crying.

Married? To a complete stranger? She'd rather marry the spy, if she was perfectly honest. Her father ran up to her, grabbed her by the shoulders, and spoke, “Animusa, I know this is without warning, and you don't even know him, but would you like to meet him this Sunday? The wedding is about a month from now. By marrying this Boros prince, you will strengthen the bond between our guilds and you will be a hero that will be remembered as the mother that grew the children that would finally vanquish the Golgari and the… guild that shall not be named from Ravnica forever, leaving us in blissful peace forever and ever.”

Animusa paused. She wondered, ‘the guild that shall not be-’ “Father, do you mean to say Dimi-”

Her father shushed her, “Shhhhhhh, it is the guild that shall not be named. People who say there are 10 guilds in Ravnica are clearly mistaken. There is only 9, and there soon will be 8!”

Tears boiled in Animusa’s eyes. “You're going to destroy the other guilds? The Golgari take our trash, and recycle it! They make sure Ravnica isn't a dumpster fire. You do realize that, right father? And the Dimir!-”

“SHHHHHHHHHHH”

“Whatever father, the guild that shall not be named, they stop any one guild from having too many secrets. They are the ones that steal information from the rich, and give to the poor in mind, and generally keep everything in check. All the guilds keep everything in check, we can't declare war on them!”

Her father paused, then spoke, “This Sunday, you are meeting the Boros prince, and you are going to marry him whether you like it or not Animusa! I am the king!!!”

“Screw you father, I'm never coming back!” With that, Animusa threw a smoke grenade the spy gave to her as a gift once, and ran far away. She hurried her way to the sewers to meet with the spy.

With boiling tears in her love-shaken eyes, Animusa told the spy, “I'm sorry, I'm a little bit late today.”

“Obviously,” he chimed back. Seeing her tear ravaged, reddened face, he asked, “What's wrong?”

“My father is forcing me to marry a Boros prince so he can wipe out both the Golgari and Dimir! If that happens, this place will be gone, and you'll be-” Animusa was cut off another time today. She just couldn't get her words out today.

“Dead. Obviously. With this distress clouding your mind, what is your heart telling you to do?” The spy inquired of her.

“Well, I was wondering if I could drown myself in the bog, and be raised by and join the Golgari. I am trash, after all. I never want to see my dumb family again!” Animusa wailed.

“So who would you marry then? Surely you don't know a lot of the Golga-”

Sick of being interrupted, she decided to interrupt him this time by suddenly constricting the spy in a hug, and wrapping her arms tightly in an embrace, and planting her quivering lips on the spy’s. Surprised by this, the spy blushed, but hugged her back, and accepted the kiss, kissing back.

He licked her lips, and, Animusa, feeling rather deviant today, pushed her tongue into his mouth, and moaned. The spy embraced her lovely hug for quite a while as they frenched under the city. The spy then broke off the kiss and spoke, “Your tongue is so nice. It's especially juicy under the tongue.”

“Thank you. You're the only one that cares about me.”

The spy smiled in gratitude, and explained, “If that's what you truly want, to marry me and join the Golgari, I know of a way. Normally, the Golgari raise only bodies, not souls, and use them as mindless puppets. But, if you store your soul in a phylactery before you die, your soul will be trapped to the phylactery, and thus, your body. The Golgari make them all the time, usually for self use. Transforming yourself into a Lich can make you more powerful in death than in life. I'm sure we could work something out. I also have a surprise for you that I got from the Rakdos.”

Animusa paused, then asked, “Yeah, that all seems correct, but the Rakdos, don't they… do BDSM?”

The spy paused for a moment, then spoke, “Obviously, you're too smart for me. Anyways, this is Golgari region, I could get us a phylactery in no time, follow me?”

“Of cour- wait no, ahem! … Obviously~” Animusa joked around with her speech, which left both of them laughing.

After some walking in the dark Golgarian tunnels, they found themselves before the Golgari King, Jarad. He had been living for centuries on end, and was probably going to be living for centuries more.

The spy bowed, with Animusa following. Jarad looked at Animusa’s clothes and laughed, “What is a Selesnya princess doing down here in the sewers of Ravnica?”

Selesnya spoke with courage, “My family betrayed me. I want to kill myself… and become a Lich and join the Golgari and marry this spy.”

“Spy? He is much more than that my dear, he is one of the princes of the Dimir!” Jarad explained.

Animusa’s jaw dropped. Her heart skipped a beat as her shock filled her like an electrified net. Jarad continued, “Do realize, however, my dear, that leaving the Selesnya is treason, and you won't be able to return.”

Animusa shook her head, “I've already made my decision, I never want to return. Now how do I get one of these Phil-Jack-Karrie things?”

The Lich spoke, “A phylactery. They are pretty easy to make, but that doesn't necessarily mean all of them are easy to use. If the phylactery breaks, you will die. Sometimes it's best to have 2 of them, and make one look more real, but it contains no soul. A stereotypical phylactery goes around one's neck in a glowing glass tube hung on a necklace, with a charm set inside to make your body appear to crumble away but will instead teleport you to safety. The real phylactery could instead be like a ring, fused to the skin so it can never be removed, hidden under a glove. Another form is a heart piercing. A brain implant. And so on, and so forth.”

Animusa spoke, “Could I get a ring? It could be our wedding ring.”

Jarad nodded, and brought forth two items from behind his throne, some animated, soulless zombies bringing the two items. The false phylactery was given to the spy, while the ring was given to Animusa. She turned to the spy, and spoke, “My love, could you bestow this ring upon my wedding finger?”

The spy spoke, “Obviously,” and placed the ring on her left ring finger. The ring suddenly fizzled, and melted into her skin, yet, it didn't hurt.

“The older versions of the rings were painful. We have since updated that.” Jarad explained. The ring was as much a part of her body as her hands, feet, head, chest, and so forth. It wasn't a ring anymore, it was part of her finger, like a tattoo. The ring was very dull, and hidden, with a gemstone on it that represented her wedding love to the spy. “Now all you need to do is die, and the ring will necromance you into a more powerful form, ready to join the army of the Golgari, as my new princess, Animusa. When you die, you will gain power over that which kills you. So, if you burn, you will gain power over fire. If by the sword, you will be able to bend metal. In fact, when you are revived, it is normal to change your name. A long time ago, I was Jared. I have since changed my name to Jarad. Archmusia sounds more undead if I do say so myself.

Animusa smiled, and spoke, “Once I have risen, I shall call myself Archmusia, then.”

Jarad then spoke, “My new daughter, once you get a chance, come back to me, after you have drowned yourself in the bog and had your fun with the Rakdos, come to me again and I'll crown you heir to my throne.”

Animusa nodded, then paused. “How do you know my name, my plans, and everything about me? I didn't think the Golgari consisted of telepaths.”

“No, you're right, the Golgari don't consist of telepaths, but the Dimir do. Your prince here has been relaying me information as we speak. It's quite enjoyable to have two conversations at once. Now go, and enjoy yourself, my dear daughter.”

•••••

Before they headed for the death bog, the spy lead Animusa to a different part of the undercity, a place with a lot of noise, red, and weird stuff. Jesters, clowns, pain, ropes, knives, and so forth. Just black and red, although the red stood out more. The spy lead Animusa to a building in the underground area, and they entered.

“Welcome my friend, are you ready to redeem your purchase?” The shopkeeper juggled his words towards the spy.

“Yes, pass me the box and the gloves. Is the room ready?” The spy inquired.

“Oh YEEEEEEESSS, it IIIIISSSSSSS-”The spy interrupted the clown-like shopkeeper with a harsh slap to his cheek, causing both cheeks to flame up in pain and blush.

“Alright, we got it, and don't worry, I got you as well. I know what you like, I won't tell anyone… yet… thanks for the bargain!” The spy led Animusa into the room as the shopkeeper’s face was as red as his outfit with no plans on being less humiliated anytime soon.

They entered into a black room, and as they closed the door, the only light came from under the crack of the door. The spy spoke up, “Sit in the middle of the room, Anni!” Animusa chuckled at the nickname and did so. The spy opened the box, and in his gloved hands, he pulled out a black rope that glowed black. Animusa looked at it, curious. The spy placed the rope against Animusa’s skin, and instantly her vision was gone! But just as soon as it disappeared, once the spy removed the rope from her skin, she could see again.

“Oh, neat, that seems like fun! So are you going to tie me up?”

“Obviously, this was quite expensive.” The spy quickly cast a spell to look at the sky, then looked back, “We don't have a lot of time, I'll just tie your hands for now and bring you to the pit. Hands behind your back.” Animusa obeyed, and felt the rope block out her vision again. A single column was tied around her wrists, looped a few times, then looped between her hands to tie together the rope between them. “Stand up.”

Animusa obeyed, leaning blindly into her hands where the spy held her. As she stood up, she felt weight on her body, every second she had the ropes on, she felt the illusion of more weight on her, which felt just like the mud, but better. And, to be frank, much more forbidden!

The spy let go of the rope, and all of the tension disappeared, and Animusa felt like whatever was stopping her from falling quickly had vanished, and she was sinking rapidly deeper and deeper into darkness. She struggled against her bonds, but that just made the rope touch more of her skin, and in turn, make the shadows darker and greater. With vision completely gone, at least temporarily, she suddenly felt a harsh slap across her face, making her gasp, shriek, and moan all in the same breath.

As soon as the hand that hit her approached her, it was gone. Even the hand whooshing away faded much faster than it should have, as she couldn't hear anything that wasn't immediately touching her as well. Suddenly, she felt hands spinning her body around in an expansive void. There was no ground, aside from the darkness she stood on. She felt herself spinning faster and faster until the darkness made her dizzy. She felt herself lose sense of up and down, and fell into billowy shadows, unharmed. She felt herself sink into the soft shadows deeper and deeper, until she reached buoyancy in them.

She felt herself wrenched up into the air, standing on solid shadow now, and felt the Spy’s hands, ungloved, touch hers, holding her in a hug with her hands behind her back. She felt his hand press onto the rope just as his lips made their way through the secret shadows and pressed against hers, where they started frenching, her eyes useless, but her skin feeling every touch, her tongue dancing with his, until they were satisfied under this moonless darkness, and they just nuzzled their noses together, Animusa feeling both helpless and aroused.

She felt the spy remove his hands from the rope, so she assumed he could see, and then they proceeded to have intercourse. She was fine with it, since she was going to die anyways, might as well do so before her living energy was all gone. It felt so forbidden, so secret, so heavenly, she lost her virginity in darkness.

When she awoke, she was still in darkness. Looking around, it did no use. She felt hands grab her wrists, and untie them. Color and light came flooding back to her, she almost overloaded with all the sensations. The spy was there, smiling, and spoke, “You ready to go through with this?”

Animusa chuckled, and said the only thing she knew was correct.

“Obviously.”

•••••

Animusa headed over to the Golgari Bog Baths. She turned to the spy and asked, “Hey, remember how I float in the bog? How will I drown myself?”

Following her, the spy spoke, “Well, if you tie something heavy on you as you sink, it will drag you under. Obviously.”

Animusa smiled, but then furrowed her brow, and asked, “Wait, how would I get out once I drown?”

The spy paused, then remembered, “Don't you remember? You will gain the power of that which kills you. You'll be able to control the mud.

Animusa smiled, and giggled. She then spoke, “Oh wait a minute, how deep did you say it was?” Her skin rippled, creating bumps along her back in anticipation of sinking into a deep abyss. Her hair trembled from her shaking body.

The spy smiled, and responded, “It’s 20 feet deep, obviously. It gets colder the deeper you go, just be warned. Alternatively, instead of weighing you down, I could cast a spell to control you, with you still aware of your actions, and cause you to struggle to your demise helplessly. I would want your permission for such a spell though.”

Animusa smiled, and spoke, “Can you have my permission? Obviously! I'd love that!” She giggled at the forbidden idea of being pseudo-possessed to achieve her dark goals.

The spy spoke up, “Remember, you gotta die by the thing you want to get powers from, so if you want mud magic, you gotta drown, not hold your breath to death, otherwise you'll just get the powers of asphyxiation. Ready?”

Animusa decided that she wanted to drown in her clothes, and she knew this would be the first time doing so. She let out an anticipation moan before conveying her emotions more directly to the spy.

Animusa nodded, and ran out to the center of the bog, running in such a way that her feet barely touched the yielding ground, in fact, she wasn't even touching the ground at some points. She had practice doing this over her previous visits in the past. Once she got to the center, she jumped using the momentum of the bounce of non-Newtonian fluids, and slammed her feet into the sludgeful bog, sinking immediately up to her knees.

Deciding to take a rest, she paused for a moment, or so, she thought she was going to. However, her legs started flexing the muscles automatically, still draining her energy to do so, but dragging her downward, Animusa unable to stop herself. Her dress fanned out across the surface of the bog, like a swamp blossom, and she giggled while panting for breath while being unable to stop.

She realized she didn't have her undergarments pulled down enough for the bog to penetrate her, so she slipped her arm inside of her dress through the small sleeve, and pulled her inner clothing down so she could be fondled by a certain lover she knew well based on the past few moons of her living her fantasy.

Turning to the spy, she spoke, “Hey, this is- exhausting, can I- take a- breather?” The spy telepathed into her mind, “Just think your thoughts, I can hear you. If I take your breath now, you'll suck in the mud so much quicker. In fact, how about I do this, then you'll enjoy yourself more?”

Then, without warning, Animusa suddenly breathed out hoarsely, and again, and again, her vocal cords adjusting as it happened until she started moaning. As her legs and lungs burned, she felt her left hand that pulled down her inner clothing dip into the mud, up to the wrist before she could pull it out. Dragging the mucky hand upwards, some slimy muck from her hand dripped across her bare body, causing her to shudder and moan louder, her body convulsing.

She even felt herself unable to stop herself from flexing her vaginal muscles, her little hole ready to suck up the bog. She knew anything she wasn't willing to happen, the spy was doing. He must have had been having fun using something he would never have. She mentally giggled, as she couldn't do it physically at the same time she was belting out her most primal urges without any holding back, without any choice or say in the matter now that it had started.

As her vagina touched the bog, it made micro slurping noises as it pressed against it. This made Animusa squirm and mentally giggle in delight as the bog gurgled her up. She felt herself humping the bog, and genuinely couldn't tell if it was the spy forcing her to do so, or it was her primal body forcefully seeking out sexual pleasure. The muck went deep inside her, invading past her recently punctured hymen.

Pressing her arm out of her sleeve so she had use of both her hands, she continued descending to her destiny. She felt very heated, and she knew an orgasm was building up. She continued moaning, unable to stop, and started feeling lightheaded. In addition, she felt her bones start to vibrate incessantly, but in a good way. She felt her tensing vagina muscles exerting themselves. If the mud was a dick, she would have milked it to orgasm by now.

As the muck slurped up her waist, she felt her hands dive into the muck, up to her shoulders, and felt herself humping in primal fashion, the mind control forcing her to live her most forbidden and taboo desires uncontrollably. She howled as she reached her climax, and felt herself burst a hot stream of vaginal fluids into the bog, quickly cooling down into slime that slid against her thighs, aside from the actually slimy bog that did so itself.

She felt herself dive under the surface, struggling to get deeper. As she held her breath, she wondered if she would die here. As her breath became light, and her mind got all fuzzy, she felt herself ripped to the surface, up to her boobs. She completely lost her sense of space and time, just the pleasure she felt.

She trashed uncontrollably for a bit, but she didn't really sink anywhere far without just bouncing back up 3 seconds later due to her buoyancy being too strong. The spy called out mentally, ‘Huh, this is trickier than I thought. Mind helping me out?’

Animusa slowly felt her mind grasp her dirty environment, barely understanding what the spy said. Once she cleared her mind, she experimented with the mud. She tried to push her feet deeper. She tried pointing her toes down, but that just cramped them against the thick sludge when she only did that.

Next, she pressed her heel against the bottomless bog below her, and felt it dig in, before returning to buoyancy. She thought for a moment. “Let me just figure this out, please watch!”

The spy perked up and listened intently with his blue magic to Animusa’s mind. Animusa then tried to develop a pattern. Left right left right left right… not enough.

Left heel, right heel, left heel, right heel… not fast enough.

Left heel down, right toes down. Right heel down, left toes down. She repeated this pattern a few more times, feeling super complicated, but effective in the pattern.

The spy was watching through her mind. He telepathed to her, ‘This might actually work, let me try.’

Animusa relaxed, and commanded herself to do nothing. She then felt her body repeat the pattern she made, slowly at first, then speeding up. She did it fast, her muscles slowly burning. She breathed coarsely for energy, which eventually turned into moaning.

Even when she exhausted, and wanted to stop, her body kept getting signals to continue, which weren't necessarily from her own mind. She hoped this would work even if her mind passed out.

With her breasts under the mud, she had her arms at her side, ready to swipe up and submerge her deep fast just once. She was up to her neck, smiling, moaning for energy.

The fact that she was going to become master of sludge, slime, and mud once she died drove her arousal to work harder, focusing only on her legs, letting the spy do the complex foot movements.

Once the mud reached her chin, she opened her mouth wide, moaning, but as it came to her lips, she physically shouted “YEEEEEEEES- elellelel- glglgllglglgllgll-
mfmfmfmfmphphmph-
mmmmmm!” As she felt her mouth fill with the necromantic sludge. Despite it literally tasting like death and decay, it was sweet nectar, partially due to her fetishes, and partially due to the Golgari enchantments on the mud. It suffocated her mouth with an overwhelming mouth hug.

She could still breathe through her nose, her nostrils flaring with heat just to keep her with oxygen. The muck crawled over her eyes, blocking out the roof of the mud bath sewer. Just her nose was above the surface.

Her arousal was insane! Just as her nose went under, and her oxygen started depleting, she felt a huge orgasm coming on. Her body started to shut down, but she kept on receiving the spy’s telepathic commands.

She felt her chest start to crack, or at least, her lungs. This built up her arousal even more. At least a ways away under the surface, she focused past the pain and arousal, and launched her arms up, sending her plummeting down through the mud, cold muck being deeper down. Her fingers just poked out of the mud at the base of her hand, her hand submerged, but not her fingers, but they too were dragged down helplessly by her controlled legs. They slowly slipped out of sight.

The crack in her lungs burned, like a flame, a corruption,
leaking outwards from her chest, her body slowly dying. As the corruption of the lack of air reached her mind, she went unconscious. However, in her unconscious state, she felt the spy’s mind and body entering hers, and she could still feel her body from his mental link while unconscious.

Unable to contain it any longer, she observed her body orgasming intensely, sending magnitude 10 shivers through her soul, rippling both her body and her dying mind and soul.

As the intense orgasm faded, she felt her body slowly give up, and she watched, from the spy’s eyes, her soul leave her body. The spy couldn't see the soul, but she could see the spot, and feel where her soul was. As her soul detached from the body, it snapped back, being sucked into the ring. It all went back in, and she could feel control of her body again. But, her mind wasn't in her head, it was in the ring, absorbed into her hand, into the ring itself.

She tried moving. She was stuck. Suddenly, she felt pulsation from the ring, and then her soul extended to the mud around her. She tried moving the mud around. It swirled in her soul’s grasp. Without moving her arms yet, she commanded the mud to slide across her, pushing her arms down. Concentrating it at her feet, she pushed the muck up. This caused her to rise through the bog. Her hair fell down and she felt air against it, as her head broke the surface.

Rising in a big blob of mud, she looked the spy in the eye, through her soul, which burned through her eyes, and she spoke- nothing, stuff was in the way. She opened her mouth, ripped the muck out of her stomach and mouth, and spoke deeply, “It is done, my spy. I have so much power in this form. Animusa died today, but in her corpse, Archmusia was born.”

The spy watched, and asked, “So did it change your personality?”

Archmusia responded, “What? No, I just wanted to be dramatic. I'm still me. This is actually pretty cool, it's like the muck is a part of my body.”

The spy retorted, “Well, obviously, it killed you, and the ring gave its power to you. You are now a mud queen.”

Two selesnyain guard breached through the entrance. “Animusa, your father requests you return home and marry-”

Archmusia could feel his body in her soul, and she killed him by suffocation with some mud, turning his corpse to more sludge, which she used to grab the other guard with. “Tell my father I am a member of the Golgari Swarm now. My name is now Archmusia, and Jarad is now my father. Prepare to die- well, actually, I need you to be a messenger. Don't fail me, weakling!” She then slammed him from the air to the ground with her mud grasp, and then put half the mud back where it belonged, floating the rest near her. The guard stumbled back to his feet, and ran off.

“Well, my spy, let’s go report to Jarad.” She then used her soul to make him step two steps forward, in the way they were going.

“How’d you do that?” the spy asked, confused as he followed her.

“Technically speaking, you mind controlled me to death. I can now do that part of your magic. Does that make sense?”

“Obviously,” the spy chimed back, as they approached Jarad quarters for further instructions.

***********
Part 3 is in development
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1UU
Hypnotic Offering
Instant
Choose an opponent. They pick any creature they control. You control that creature. (This does not end at the end of the turn. That creature has summoning sickness as it enters your board.)
/The willing are so much easier to control than those who fight it. It's almost too easy!/

1RB
Shadow Rope
Artifact-Equipment
(3): Equip this to target creature you control or don't control.
Equipped creature gains defender and has 0 power. Any creature blocked by equipped creature gains defender and has power 0 until end of turn.
/With this, you can take out their vision. Just make sure you wear gloves, or you won't be able to see either./

Animusa's Betrayal
RRR
Sorcery
Tap target creature that is exactly green and white, or exactly red and white. It doesn't untap during it's controller's untap step. Up to one target creature you control gains power equal to the tapped creature's power and toughness until that creature untaps, and gains haste and first strike.
/Animusa couldn't believe her royal Selesnyain father's words. He wanted her to marry a Boros Prince. She refused./

Jarad's Princess Phylactery
(3GB)
Artifact - Equipment
Equip 0
When equipped creature dies, exile Jarad's Princess Phylactery. If you do, return equipped creature to the battlefield. It gains the power, toughness, and card text of all creatures that damaged it this turn. (This does not end at the end of turn.)
/For death do we part./

Necrotic Sludge
B
Enchantment - Aura
Cards that return creatures from the graveyard to another zone can target this instead. (While it's in the graveyard)
Enchant target non-flying creature.
Enchanted creature gets -1/-2.
/The Golgari made quicksand out of the remains of dead bodies./

Archmusia, Princess of the Bog
GGBB

Legendary Creature - Zombie Cleric
Tap, Exile target creature from a graveyard: Create a swamp bog land token with “Tap: Add (black mana)” and “Tap: Give target creature -1/-2 until end of turn.”
/”My name is now Archmusia, and Jarad is now my father. Prepare to die- well, actually, I need you to be a messenger.”
-Archmusia, Golgari Princess/

[DJlurker]

Not bad at all, I suppose.

[JSample]

Hey, Solrex, I really enjoyed reading your Animusa sequel. While I'm not really familiar with the lore behind the story (and, to be honest, the game card info at the end of these stories always mystifies me a bit), I can tell that you put a lot of effort into your latest offering, and your various humorous asides gave me a laugh. From speaking with you in the past, I can see how you incorporated many aspects of your own interests and turn-ons into Animusa's experience in the dark room and in the bog, which I imagine made the work of writing this story that much more enjoyable for you. I also think that your not specifically concentrating on writing for a particular readership as you did in your first Animusa story freed you to tell your story for its own sake, not for what you imagined that someone might want to read, which in my opinion made it a stronger story. As I read along, I found myself chuckling at particular scenes: (1) yes, I'll bet Animusa was surprised to learn that her father had arranged a marriage for her (her father's inflexibility reminded me a bit of King Triton's in "The Little Mermaid"); (2) it's a good thing that Animusa didn't "hold her breath to death" ("I am Archmusia; my magic power is to... hold my breath till I turn blue and die"); (3) throughout her "honeymoon" scene with her Dimir spy/prince/groom I kept hearing an old song by Carly Simon in my head ("Like heaven above me / The spy who loved me..."). Looking forward to Part 3!

[Solrex]

Hey, Solrex, I really enjoyed reading your Animusa sequel. While I'm not really familiar with the lore behind the story (and, to be honest, the game card info at the end of these stories always mystifies me a bit), I can tell that you put a lot of effort into your latest offering, and your various humorous asides gave me a laugh. From speaking with you in the past, I can see how you incorporated many aspects of your own interests and turn-ons into Animusa's experience in the dark room and in the bog, which I imagine made the work of writing this story that much more enjoyable for you. I also think that your not specifically concentrating on writing for a particular readership as you did in your first Animusa story freed you to tell your story for its own sake, not for what you imagined that someone might want to read, which in my opinion made it a stronger story. As I read along, I found myself chuckling at particular scenes: (1) yes, I'll bet Animusa was surprised to learn that her father had arranged a marriage for her (her father's inflexibility reminded me a bit of King Triton's in "The Little Mermaid"); (2) it's a good thing that Animusa didn't "hold her breath to death" ("I am Archmusia; my magic power is to... hold my breath till I turn blue and die"); (3) throughout her "honeymoon" scene with her Dimir spy/prince/groom I kept hearing an old song by Carly Simon in my head ("Like heaven above me / The spy who loved me..."). Looking forward to Part 3!

Thanks for the long reply, that's what I enjoy past just writing. If I cared about was the stories and not the replies, why bother even posting it on the internet haha! I really appreciate your kind comments!
I noticed I had a few misunderstandings though.
For (1) the shadow rope was causing Animusa to be blind, the room could have been bright as a beacon or dark as a dungeon and she still would just see nothing.
For (2) I tried to use the "top 10 words that appeal to females/romanticism" but it was harder this time. Glad it turned out well.
For (3) I'm glad my story is reminding you of classic stories we were told as kids. That seems awesome.
For (4) if she had died from aphyxiation and not drowning, she would have had the power of stealing air from others until they could not breathe. Or sealing mouths, or just commanding oxygen to create a vacuum around the person. She still would have the kind control powers that the spy used on her though. But we all know we would much prefer mud bending over air powers, right?
For (5) might have to look up that song, not sure I know it.

Also, I know I'm the author and it doesn't make sense, but conspiracy theory (that isn't true), Animusa was tricked by the spy to kill herself, and she is just basically dreaming in her soul from that point forward, or in purgatory. What a twist that would be, except that I couldn't write any more stories then.

Yeah, I think I did well for this story. Not sure how I'll I corporate quicksand into part 3 though, except as a war weapon.

Not bad at all, I suppose.

Thanks. Not sure how to respond, since this is short and all, but thanks. It makes me feel good that people are reading my stories and make their existence known, rather than having to judge my success based on how many clicks the webpage got.