To Recover What was Lost - a story

[Chro_Zarco]

Took me a while to come up with this; I had the story all knotted and twisted in my brain, then today, the knots slipped free and allowed me to finish it. Behold!

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Mario Parks checked his map and compass for the tenth time, cursing silently to himself as he delved deeper into the cypress forest. His heavy footfalls crunched leaves and snapped twigs as he passed tree after tree; the essence of the land filled Mario with a calming pulse of energy, twinged only slightly with a worrisome life force unnatural to the known world. Mario peered skyward, surprised at the position of the sun. Had he really been out for six hours?

A huffing and puffing breath crashed from the underbrush. The fetch, a cumbersome manikin of mismatch joints and multicolored plastics he lovingly called Girly, stumbled into view, laden with an over sized pack of various implements, tools, rope, cameras, and, of course, costumes. Girly was putting on a very convincing act; Mario knew she was only bored. After all, she was only plastic, wood, waterproof inks, and mana, with no physical limitations brought about from internal organs.

"How much longer," she whined, slumping forward slightly too far. She fell face first on the mossy ground, bent at the waist, a funny sight given her current form. If she was human, Girly would be in immense pain.

"Not much longer, my dear," Mario calmly replied. "And straighten up. Last time you stayed like that too long, it took a week to fix you."

Girly straightened with robotic, rigid movements, then very ungracefully and very dramatically landed back on her keister, crossing her arms and pouting in unnatural and childish resistance. Mario ignored the fetch and focused on a small mirror he fished out. The mirror was encased in black plastic and inscribed with a simple scrying circle magic. Running his forefinger across his brow and around the edge of the mirror clockwise, the mirror's image shimmered, then showed an overhead view of the forest.

Mario moved the mirror to his destination; an image of the river and nearby wetlands shimmered into view, with an arrow pointing north by northeast. Leaving the dramatic homunculus behind, he pushed through the overgrowth, following the mirror's direction. The sound of clumsy crashing following him told Mario that Girly decided to tag along.

Another hour passed. Mario tuned out the constant whining and clumsy thrashing to focus on his spell, gathering excess energy from the wildlife and foliage as he passed. Soon, the soft ground began to squish underfoot; he stopped, the mirror flashing with symbols as he checked his bearings. He knew he was close.

"Girly," he called out, listening for the now-obviously whining voice, "set up camp here. It'll take all night to set the circle for our experiment."

The fetch dropped the pack unceremoniously, unrolling the over sized mat, and its clanking and clattering contents, onto the ground with a wicked kick. The reddish carpet filled the wetland air with the rank aroma of burnt incense, spice, and mold, but the matted tapestry sported a gold-embroidered circle of mystic runes that caught the sun and shone as if back lit.

Girly immediately flopped noisily onto the carpet, her joints clanking and creaking from the long march. Mario collected materials from among the many metal implements as she pumped golden liquid into her hinge bolts. He crossed the natural barrier dividing their campsite from the river land marsh beyond, carrying a large bag of crushed quartz, a bottle of 1956 rum, a bit of Girly's hair, a silvered blade, and a large tallow candle.

He laid the circle around a very dark depression filled with creamy, yet foul smelling concoction reeking of past deaths and haunted by the souls of a hundred women. Pushing aside the influence of darker magics, Mario slowly poured the life-giving energy he had collected from the day's trek into the pool, walking it's perimeter clockwise while pouring the quartz evenly. Once the circle was drawn, he poured the bottle of aged rum into the mire; bubbles formed across the surface as the souls of those trapped inside fought over the taste of life lost.

He placed the tallow candle on the north point, the hair on the south point, and dabbled his blood on the east and west points. Mario was not sure how the spell would hold, but he hoped that his theory would work. Brushing his hands of excess quartz dust away from his circle, he returned to the campsite.

Mario wished he could unsee what he saw at the campsite. Girly, covered in her life-giving oil, was moaning ecstatically while plunging her slender fingers in the empty space between her hip joints. Since he gave her the ability to feel, Mario knew it was a matter of time before she found out about sex, but he had hoped to keep her mind clean until the time was right. Now, as she climaxed from her implied actions, he felt both embarrassed and, strangely, aroused. The strong scent of spices mixed with the primal energy of the marshlands overrode his judgment, and in the light of the twilight moon, he began to teach Girly about the wonders of carnal pleasure.

***

Mario woke with a headache; the combination of sex with a fetch and the void of energy within him that was so full of life made his heads throb painfully. Girly moaned pleasantly as she hugged her master from behind.

"Mmm, thanks for last night," she purred in his ear, one still-lubed hand massaging his hairless chest. She caressed his face, turning him towards her as she kissed him passionately.

Her kiss was cold and hard and tasted of oil and plastic, but Mario pulled his creation closer. His tongue darted into her empty mouth socket; his tongue dripped with her oil and his saliva, sliding through her cavities to her core. Finishing the kiss, he pulled back, looking into her blank, expressionless eyes with eyes full of love and joy. He hoped to see the same reflected in her eyes soon.

"We need to make the final preparations," he whispered, lovingly stroking her hard cheek. She nodded, and they rose to meet the new dawn.

***

It took them three hours to prepare for the ritual; it would have only taken one, but Girly insisted on trying on every costume at least twice, modeling them like the store manikins she once was. Eventually, she decided on a cat girl costume; she even performed a couple of lines from her favorite cartoon character from Tokyo Mew Mew. For future reference, Mario positioned three cameras around the pit, each set with eight-hour discs in order to capture the entire ritual.

Girly stood before the pit at the south point; Mario knelt before the candle at the north point. The quartz circle still glowed with captured moonlight, and the pit radiated life from its very core. The sun crawled its last few steps over the horizon, stretching its rays across the landscape in preparation for the long day ahead.

The candle sparked to life as the sun caressed it's wick. The quartz glowed in response, the bluish sheen tinged with yellow and gold. Girly stepped inside the circle, finding the ground manageable to the very center, where the depression was at its deepest. There, she began to descend.

"Mario, I'm scared," she called over the hum of magic now buzzing through the air like errant electrical pulses. She felt the mud claim her to her knees, slipping into her joints and cavities with relative ease. Strangely, she felt slightly aroused at the sensation and moaned in pleasure and panic.

"Stay calm, Girly," Mario called back, his hands locked to each side of the candle. "Try to meditate, and show no strong emotion."

Girly was settling to her upper thighs as she forced herself to lock out the sensual feeling of the mud caressing her inside and out from just below her hip joints to her soles. She pushed the fear aside, replacing it with apathy, embracing it's once familiar ...

"AHH!!!" she screamed in pleasure as the mud filled the joints of her hips and all the areas between. Bucking wildly against the pressure of the mire literally filling her insides, Girly forced herself deeper, seeking the same release her master afforded her. His cries from the shore sounded so distant; if she were human, her eyes would have glazed over from pure arousal.

"GIRLY!" Mario shouted from the shore, tasting the purest and most powerful emotion emanating from the fetch. "GIRLY, STOP!!"

The homoculus, ignorant of it's master and his commands, dipped her hands into the mud, allowing them to be filled with the wonderful substance before bringing them to her chest. Rubbing her hard plastic bosom with mire, Girly wish she had real breasts to enjoy this feeling with. Her weight effectively doubled from the flooding mire within her, she sank quicker, her costume top nearly completely submerged as the sludge climbed over her hard chest.

Mario felt her control slip completely away as she screamed in pleasure a second time. She had accepted her role in this ritual completely and sought to enjoy it in its totality. He warned her to show no strong emotions; he hoped the ritual would still work.

The mire seeped into the seam around her neck, but Girly was not concerned. She wanted this, her master arranged it for his own reasons, and nothing would make her happier than to submerge completely. Her weight pulled her down faster, as her mouth, open to accept the sensation of mud pouring in it, then her nose, and her eyes, fastened unblinking at her master before disappearing, then her forehead and hair disappeared from sight. The cat ears plopped audibly as they too vanished from sight. Air bubbles, remnants of her once hollow interior, frothed at the surface as the mire shook once, then stilled.

Muttering quickly, Mario channeled all of his magic into the familiar form below the surface. The tallow candle was half melted, wax dripping into the pool and forming a beige shell. Chanting the incantation with practiced ease, he forced all concern for Girly aside and focused entirely on the task at hand.

Beneath the surface, Girly was in bliss. Mud, churning with her master's magic, forced itself in and out of her in a viciously sexual manner, bringing her to the brink of what her master called an orgasm. She could not pass into blissful pleasure; the mire would only bring her to the brink, torturing her with unfulfilled desire and empty promises.

Somehow, she felt different, as if her seams were sealing themselves. An itchiness spread from her legs up through the various complex joint systems in her pelvis and waist, crawling up her torso to her neck, then spreading down each arm before reaching her crown. She felt the grit push into her eyes, and she closed them tightly against the abrasive texture.

The last thing Girly felt was the sudden need to breath before the darkness closed over her mind.

***

"... wake up, oh please, wake up ..."

The alto tones rung through her ears like a soothing melody. She felt heavy, as if something was weighing her down. She smelled the mixture of decaying waste and moist earth, as well as the twang of spice and the musk of sweat. She could taste the earth rolling around in her mouth. She opened her grit-lined eyes to the bright noonday sun, then turned to her side and hurled the mud and water out of her system.

She felt the tightest embrace squeeze her tender naked form, her breasts squishing against the slight frame of the one holding her. She couldn't make out a lot of what he was saying, but she could make out "... it worked, oh thank the Deities, it worked!"

She embraced this person back; it had been so long since she was able to hold someone, to feel their body temperature warm her soul completely. She cried tears of joy, washing small streams of creamily tanned skin beneath the layer of filth and grime.

She pulled away, seeking the person's face who brought her back from her peril. He wore his hair short and dark, and his features were almost feminine. She kissed him deeply, their tongues dueling between their mouths; she tasted oil and spice as she sought to pin his tongue in Greek wrestling.

Breaking the kiss, he looked directly at her. "Welcome back, Jenny."

Her eyes flickered green for the briefest of seconds, then turned to their normal bright blue. "Thank you, Mario. You are my hero." She pulled him on top of her, giving her hero his just rewards.

[quagmire_uk]

Wow, that was interesting!

So he used this magically animated doll figure (Girly) to bring back his lost love? Cool quicksand scene and a cool concept.