Quicksand Fans

Author's note: So before anything else, yes, this is a journal entry of something that happened to me, it just so happened that this happened in a video game. Minecraft Modded to be specific. I was using 2 mods important to the story, More fun quicksand, and Tinker's construct (iguana tweaks, man does that make the game hard). Anyways, there is a sword in the game that lets you launch yourself forward, even into the air. However, you have to be standing on the ground to charge up the launch. Floating will not do.

I plan to do a story about my inner sexual voice, like how the other person did the story about the kid, and his inner sexual voice. Pretty sure that was JSample that wrote that 9 part story. Don't worry, I'll write about Impulsi soon enough, I just wanted to record what happened tonight in Minecraft. This is just a short story compared to the sexy monster of a story I will be writing involving Impulsi, my inner sexual voice, my secret succubi.

And with that out of the way, I will begin the story.

Deva just finished a hard day of work, mining in the mine and nearly starving to death when she couldn't find her way out. She had to dig to the surface with a nearly broken pickaxe, luckily, she ran into more dirt than stone, and her multitool for mining up wood and dirt had no such issues with being nearly broken.

Avoiding a nearby lava pit (Wow, I was lucky I didn't mine into the lava and have it all pour onto me…), Deva dragged her starving and injured body in its brown linen dress to her home. The house was a makeshift one, and Deva didn't feel like upgrading the walls she made on day one. It was literally made of whatever materials she had on her at the time.

Deva remembered seeing a wax deposit somewhere, but she had no idea where that was, and to make something useful, she needed it. So she took some wool, doused it with water, and wrung out some wax, destroying the wool in the process. With her wax, she crafted her life jacket, and then put all her gear into a chest.

Taking a deep breath for the first time in quite a while, Deva knew what she wanted to do. Since the physics of this world had lead to her buoyancy being rather useless and gone, the life jacket could keep her safe. She stripped off her clothes, removed her undergarments, and shuddered as she put the mud coated linen dress back on, on her bare flesh.

All Deva had on her was her clothes, the life jacket, which she promptly put on, a pickaxe to dig her way out, and a sword she had recently forged out of iron. She had a lot of iron now. The sword had a special ability, it allowed herself to launch herself forward. She just had to be on the ground, that wasn't too much of an issue, or so she thought.

Deva practiced using the sword, almost jumping into trouble at some point. However, she went and looked for a particular mud pit, one she had spotted before.

It was a small pit, made of mud and sand. It wasn't clay, that was for sure. It also seemed shallow enough, just about as tall as herself. She smiled at the pit, and jumped in.

The mud immediately sucked her down, inviting her into its depths. Her knees quivered as the bog sucked them in, the legs held tight by the bog, unable to move. However, turning around in place wasn't too hard, but even moving an inch forward was impossible.

The quicksand sucked its way up Deva’s thighs, causing her to shiver and get goosebumps as it crept up her sensitive skin. As it reached her vagina, she moaned in ecstasy. She humped it with her but, bringing herself to sweaty orgasm as she sank up to her belly, the brown jungle mud just touching her life jacket.

Deva humped the mud with the intensity of life, of love, and of wild instinct. She screamed with delightful pleasure as hot white fluids soaked the mud below her that had soaked through her dress, with an intensity so powerful it blacked out Deva momentarily. While everything was black, Deva shook, and couldn't tell which was was up, her vision completely black.

As she came back to her senses, she was up to her nipples in the mud. She could tell, since under the life jacket, the mud soaked right through her tight dress, and pleasured her nipples. Unaware of how much time had passed while unconscious, Deva noticed she was floating now, due to her life jacket. Now it was time to get out.

Struggling to move, Deva found herself stuck. She could move an inch forward at about a minute, but if she rested for even a second, she felt the mud suck her back towards the center from the air pockets she left behind. After struggling for ages, Deva felt herself being turned on again, and let herself hump against the mud with sexual vigor, trying to make any progress towards getting out. Nothing.

The sword! Deva equipped the sword, and tried to launch herself out. No dice. She was not standing on solid ground. However, if she kicked her feet, she could work herself lower into the mud.

Deva had a plan, a leap of faith. She would kick herself down to the bottom of the mud, it was just deeper than her height, and then once she was on the ground, she would use the sword to jump forward. It had enough force to do it, Deva just had to submerge, hold her breath, touch the bottom, and use the sword.

Deva kicked herself deeper and deeper, the mud hugging her neck as she went deeper and deeper. She felt scared as the mud touched her chin. Was the bottom really there? She lifted her chin up to the sky as she worked herself deeper, the tips of her ears dipping into the gunk, causing her to moan slightly. As the mud took her ears, she still felt no bottom as her hearing was cut off from the world, just hearing the sucking noises of the mire.

She felt worried, and had to continually fight against the life jacket. The quicksand cradled her face, creeping up on it, her hair spread out across the mud. As the mud covered her eyes and reached the bottom of her lips, Deva took in a deep breath. She then kicked herself under.

Thud.

Without a second thought, after she hit the bottom, she kicked off using the sword and launched herself forward, not out of the pit, but considerably more distance than before. She let herself rise to the surface for air before repeating.

Before climbing into this mud, Deva had dug out a hole beside it. All she had to do was swim out, and she could climb out. After repeating her sword process a few times, she felt herself near the flowing part of the mud. She struggled like crazy, the mud sucking and slurping her body as she flailed about, slowly edging towards the exit point of the pit.

Schlurrpuh!

Deva felt herself tumble forward into the little hole she had made. Completely coated in mud, she rewarded herself by masturbating herself to orgasm, holding her breath until she passed out. Her bottom soaked, she rose back to consciousness, completely coated in mud. She washed off at the beach, and smiled. She hadn't died today. Because of this world, she would respawn, but that didn't remove the pain and suffering of having your body torn apart, or suffocated, or whatnot. Death was scary and painful, and she was glad to have cheated it today.

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That was pretty good, better than I expected!

Very creative read, Solrex, especially since it reflected your actual game experience. I remember your saying once that you found the idea of being completely submerged in mud/quicksand appealing to you, and I appreciated how you incorporated that into Deva's plan to extract herself from the pit. Also, thanks for the shout-out!

JSample wrote:Very creative read, Solrex, especially since it reflected your actual game experience. I remember your saying once that you found the idea of being completely submerged in mud/quicksand appealing to you, and I appreciated how you incorporated that into Deva's plan to extract herself from the pit. Also, thanks for the shout-out!

Truth be told, when I was playing, I realized that the only way to get out of the quicksand and keep the pickaxe was to sink all the way to the bottom, and use the sword. However, I was scared of drowning and losing my unique pickaxe. In my gameplay experience, I actually got scared several times before successfully going under and using the sword to escape. I was afraid that the mud might have been 3 blocks deep, and that I would drown myself and lose the pickaxe. Very kinky game session, that's for sure.

JSample wrote:Very creative read, Solrex, especially since it reflected your actual game experience. I remember your saying once that you found the idea of being completely submerged in mud/quicksand appealing to you, and I appreciated how you incorporated that into Deva's plan to extract herself from the pit. Also, thanks for the shout-out!

Another thing to note based on what you said. Do you remember the scene from the first Percy Jackson movie where he is just sitting at the bottom of the pool just thinking and pondering with his knees up to his chest and just sitting there? Now picture that, but with mud instead of water, and some way of breathing. I would absolutely love that.

Solrex wrote:Truth be told, when I was playing, I realized that the only way to get out of the quicksand and keep the pickaxe was to sink all the way to the bottom, and use the sword. However, I was scared of drowning and losing my unique pickaxe. In my gameplay experience, I actually got scared several times before successfully going under and using the sword to escape. I was afraid that the mud might have been 3 blocks deep, and that I would drown myself and lose the pickaxe. Very kinky game session, that's for sure.

Very creative strategy for your character, Solrex. The computer games I usually play are Chess, Scrabble, Solitaire, and Hearthstone, and so I wouldn't face the same kind of challenge.

Solrex wrote:Another thing to note based on what you said. Do you remember the scene from the first Percy Jackson movie where he is just sitting at the bottom of the pool just thinking and pondering with his knees up to his chest and just sitting there? Now picture that, but with mud instead of water, and some way of breathing. I would absolutely love that.

I haven't seen the movie, but I can imagine what you're describing.

Author's Note: So I played that Minecraft world a little bit more, and I got a lot done. I built a proper home, a kitchen, a blacksmith, a spell room, and a spell forge on top of the kitchen. Did I forget to mention I had Ars Magica installed? That's important in this chapter. Also, between all the structures, I have a quicksand pool, and I have a decent farm as well.

However, you're all here for the quicksand story. So, I've updated this with the next chapter. Rather than post it in several different places, may as well keep it in the same place so that people can catch up on previous chapters.

Without further ado, enjoy:

It had been a long time since Deva wrote a journal entry… she wondered why she was writing in third person, but it seemed to work, so she went with it.

During the time between the last time she had wrote, she had many experiences. She had used a bucket to take mud from that pit she sank in to fill a pool just outside her house, however, she made sure to make that pit shorter than she was, just so she could have fun.

She progressed in terms of mining ores, having advanced so much she went to hell and back to get the most powerful materials she could for her tools, and upgraded them. Literally. She built a portal to the nether and everything!

As for food, she had built up a good farm, and she was confident that starvation would only occur on long trips away from home. She should honestly invest in learning how to build something that would let her teleport, walking for long trips was really difficult.

During one of her trips, she found a valley made of an unknown material that gave off a vibe that it had something to do with quicksand. Experimenting, she found the material to be very slippery, and she figured that perhaps it was designed by the gods to cause someone to slip to the bottom and then sink into quicksand at the bottom, never to be seen again. And even if someone got out, they would slip back in.

Considering the present, she should return there sometime…

However, Deva had done a lot more research into magic, and created a second spell, one that let her shoot a projectile that let her dig a lot faster, and it helped her to exercise her mana muscle to have greater capacity for spells. However, it didn't work on liquids.

Her third spell, however, made her very horny as she was making it, as the intended use would have her sinking into quicksand as much as she wanted, then escaping with ease, if it worked right. Which she didn't know if it would or not.

Deva didn't even put on her life jacket or her wading boots, having forgotten to do so before doing this. She climbed up a makeshift diving board she made out of dirt, high above the sinking clay just outside her home. This was a wide pit, but surely it was just about twice, maybe even three times her height, at the deepest…

Standing at the edge of the pit, the wind blowing in her hair, Deva’s vagina tightened in arousal. She blushed as she thought of the idea of her spell failing and making her drown in the quicksand, losing all of the items on her and all of her spells, which she needed to put into a spellbook sometime, and everything else she had on her. However, she was confident in her spell’s abilities, and with her arousal making her heart flutter, and the wind blowing her hair like crazy, and her feet getting wobbly, instead of putting stuff away safely like a responsible person in this world, she took the erotic leap of faith to plunge in the clay below.

Slurr-shhhhhhhup! She was up to her waist immediately, her vagina immediately feeling the clay against her bare skin, since her linen clothes did nothing to stop the clay from soaking through to her skin. As for moving, she was completely helpless. She could budge an inch, the clay was super sticky, and save for her spell, she had no way of escaping. Arousal flushed her body greatly, and, afraid of getting her hand stuck in the clay, she instead humped at the clay, pounding her vagina against the slimy prison. The clay took no qualms in sucking her up to her chest, when Deva decided to finally put her spell to the test.

Equipping the spell, she tapped the mud she was in, and a cubic meter of it, or about 3 cubic feet, was mined up instantly. And she fell to the bottom, landing in the clay below it. No problem, she would just do that again.

And she did.

Several times.

After a few times, she got a bit claustrophobic, afraid of sinking into the walls, and starting popping an approximate 2x2m area around her, or 6x6 feet, with herself at the at corner. Her original high estimate of the clay being triple her size was very wrong. She was surrounded by walls of clay, and no matter how many times she popped the clay out, she kept plopping down into colder and colder clay, deeper underground.

‘How deep is this stuff?!?!? It's basically bottomless!’ Deva mentally exclaimed. Then, she felt very lethargic and tired, as her mana was very close to running out.

‘Oh gods no, not like this… breathe, be calm Deva, let your mana regenerate, and poke out the 3 other sections around you, and just sink into the corner until you get your mana back, then pop the corner, and do the 3 blocks again.’

She did that. She still kept sinking. She sunk up to her chest several times, her vagina burning with arousal, and her mind scared to death of- well, death. Drowning wasn't exactly pleasant, even if she came back in this world.

Fear and arousal. That strange mix made her so horny, and yet, despite the dangers within, she was loving every second of it. This was a complete emotion over logic decision, and she LOVED it! Her blood rushed with the speed of lightning. Speaking of which, she should try to learn some of that magic some time-

Deva immediately felt the clay touch her chin, and she started focusing again. Pop out the elevated clay she was in, then the 3 surrounding her so she was elevated again. Being so deep underground, this clay was ice, but that just aroused her more! Looking up, she was so deep. “The deepest I imagine it to be is 3 times my height,” she remembered herself saying. Boy was she wrong. Still, she needed to survive, so she continued her pattern. Thankfully, if she held still, she sank slowly enough that her body regenerated her mana fast enough to continue the pattern, despite the cold clay replacing the feeling of lethargic mana loss.

Pop, pop pop pop, wait, pop, pop pop pop, wait, pop, pop pop pop, wait, this was the pattern she did to stay alive.

When her feet finally landed on stone, she was so used to her pattern, that the hard ground slammed against her clay covered legs, and she collapsed, passing out at the bottom for a brief minute while she regained her strength and mana, the only motion her body made was the rewarding masturbation of her victory that she deserved, bring herself to victorious orgasm.

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After resting up, Deva dug a little deeper into the ground, trying to get under the clay so the stone would hold it up. She managed, and found her way into a cave with some lava. Digging into the wall, she walked around and above the lava, and found a spot to dig. She used her second spell, the projectile dig, to dig up to the surface. Thankfully, her spell could reach the surface in 5 seconds, which was the duration of the spell, but it only dug out a cubic meter, or 3 cubic feet, at a time. However, this was a bad spot, as water immediately came crashing down as soon as she hit the surface, creating a waterfall. Considering the current was flowing down, and she would have to swim up against it, that was not her way out. She would drown before she got to the top.

Thankfully, the physics of this world were such that water flowed in a finite pattern, and instead of flooding the cave, it just poured out into a little waterfall from the spot, flowing about 8 meters in every direction, or… what would that be, 24 feet in every direction?

Still, not her way out. She dug a hole up a bit closer to the lava and the quicksand hole, and dug her way up with her second projectile dig spell. Gravel came tumbling down, however, she was prepared, and ducked out of the way, especially minding the lava. Digging out the gravel, she made her workspace a little safer. She was only prepared for it because gravel fell down the first hole, but she forgot to write that in, and she didn't feel like fixing her journal entry to reflect that.

This hole made its way to the surface. This was a safe way out. Now she just had to dig up enough materials to pillar herself up to the surface. However, as she did so, she found valuable materials for both her spells, magic, blacksmithing, and so forth. So she explored a little. She found a mossy cobblestone room with a cage in the center, and knowing for some reason that this spawned monsters only if it was dark, she immediately flooded the room with torches.

There were a few chests. One of them had a blue spell orb. Unfortunately, that didn't help her, as she needed a green one to learn the spell she wanted to figure out. She supposed that if she fought enough elite monsters, trained her mana muscle enough, or explored even more structures, she would eventually get the experience she needed to delve into more complex spells. But, not today, unfortunately.

Clearing the cave of all its goodies, she eventually dug out to a dead end, however, man made green cobblestone made her curious, and digging out that spot, she found one of her old mines. So now she had a way out that didn't involve pillaring up! Sweet!

She made her way home, and saw the beautiful sky, and the beautiful sea. It was about dang time, her clay covered body was chafing like mad! However, she smiled. Today was an AWESOME day, and she knew only good things waited her in the future. She smiled, and washed up, and rested in her bed in her home. She was safe, and that's all that mattered.

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