Reposted Story- Cynthia In The Beach (PG-13)

[DJlurker]

One last short story from the Fakery Fables topic... It's also a prequel to other story, Ghost Writer's Block...

Cynthia In The Beach
A Pokemon QS Fan Fiction
by DJlurker
(F, beach QS, non-fatal)

Cynthia stepped out of her villa in Unova, dressed in her usual outfit, her shoes pressing into the sand of the beach. It wasn’t too hot out today, so she decided to go for a walk, not having any particular destination in mind…

Some time later, she realized she’d gotten herself a bit lost. Not a big deal, though- she was still relatively close to the shoreline of the ocean, so a little backtracking would probably put her back in familiar territory… If worse came to worse, she could just call out her Milotic from its Pokeball and have it Surf across the sea back to her villa.

As she attempted to turn around, however, her feet wouldn’t move. Looking down, she saw that she had somehow become buried up to her calves in the beach sand. Trying to pull her feet up only caused the sand to clamp down on her legs, and take them in deeper… Feeling moisture beginning to soak into her jeans, it dawned she had stumbled into beach quicksand.

Cynthia wasn’t worried, though… She’d encountered stuff like this before, in the Great Marsh of Sinnoh… Usually all it took was a little twisting and struggling to get unstuck. Trying that tactic here, however, only caused the once-Champion of Sinnoh to be sucked deeper and deeper…

(Wow, this stuff is a lot thicker than the marshes back home…) Cynthia thought to herself, as she was now sunk just past her hips, her hands resting on the sandy surface. It was also a very different sensation as she sank down… Whereas the swamps of Sinnoh were usually cold and slimy, this stuff was relatively warm in comparison, though it did get a little cooler further down…

Cynthia continued to try and twist her body from side to side, trying to loosen the sand’s grip, but it just seemed to flow to immediately fill in any air pockets her wriggling might have created, drawing her down ever deeper… The blonde trainer tried pushing herself straight up, only for her hands to sink in to almost her elbows… Realizing her mistake, Cynthia tried to yank her arms out, but the sand’s velvety vicegrip kept them where they were.

The young woman was forced to stop for a moment, gasping and panting, her slight bosom heaving as it came to rest upon the sand of the unstable beach… Her stuck arms were now bent in an uncomfortable position, forcing her to push them further into the quicksand to relieve her discomfort… Looking down, Cynthia despaired as she realized the level of the sand had risen to just under the silver buttons on her coat, teasing at her slight cleavage… So tight was the sand’s grip, she couldn’t even move her hands to her belt where her Pokeballs were, meaning her entire team was effectively as stuck as she was.

“I’m an idiot…” Cynthia groaned… “Why didn’t I call out Garchomp or Milotic before I got my hands stuck? I should’ve known better…” She sighed in frustration as she craned her head around to look for anyone else walking around this area of the beach… but there was no one. She was completely, utterly alone… not to mention completely, utterly stuck.

(At least I’m not sinking any further,) she thought to herself as she continued to pull at her trapped limbs… Indeed, she seemed to have reached a natural buoyancy point, though the wet sand continued to clamp down on her body with every move she made.

And yet, she didn’t exactly feel too worried about her situation. After all, she was out in the open, and it was still early in the morning, so there was still a good chance someone would find her… Also, though the surface sand was about as hot as would be expected, it was offset by the cooler quicksand further down, so she wasn’t going to suffer heatstroke anytime soon… Not to mention, feeling the quicksand’s unique texture as it sucked at every inch of her submerged body was quite… pleasant. It certainly felt better than the slimy, swampy muck of the Great Marsh…

Cynthia felt a smile spread over her face as she continued to slowly undulate in the beach quicksand, bobbing up and down slightly, causing some of the sand to splash up her coat an inch or so, some of it slipping into her cleavage, causing the Pokemon trainer to shiver in delight.

(Well, at least I won’t be bored while I’m waiting for rescue,) she thought… Cynthia decided then and there that she would coming back to this spot sometime, though she’d be wearing something more appropriate, like a bikini, and she would certainly have her Garchomp out of its Pokeball so it could dig her out when she was ready to leave…

~*Fin*~

So, I think there's one story left in 'Fakery Fables' that I haven't re-posted yet... But I dunno if I want to write a new story first. Anyway, hope you liked this one, even if it was a little short...

[JSample]

Short and sweet, DJlurker, and the sly smile on Cynthia's face in the attached image hints at what she has in mind for her next visit to this spot.