Bride of the Swamp (M)

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Bride of the Swamp (M)

Postby Black Clay Lord » Wed May 24, 2023 2:46 am

See what inspiration can do for you? I had dresses on the brain, then I thought about swamps & marshes, and so this was conjured.

Contains 2 sinks instead of just one. That's how inspired I was.
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Zavanna was up & about, getting dressed to be all nice & fancy. She was borrowing her mother's old poofy wedding dress to wear this day. What exactly was happening? Did she find a man to fall in love & settle down with? Is she getting ready to go attend a wedding? Nope. Zavanna is preparing for her anniversary of her absolute mudlark awakening deep down in the swamp where it all happened. Namely her favorite place for a sink.

The swamp where it happened of course was none other than the fabled Slime's Swamp. The swamp earns its name because it is home to a bevy of slime girls and is said to be home to the Slime's Village as well. Where the village is exactly is a well guarded secret. Those that visit the village must never openly reveal its location. Although guidebooks about Olympus provide intricate clues on how to find the village. Some elaborate. Some, not so much.

Zavanna however, is not interested in visiting the village. Her main interest is the quicksand of the swamp itself. The quicksand of the Slime's Swamp is said to be so sticky, one cannot escape until hitting chest deep, or at least go under first. It's this quicksand Zavanna had her awakening sink in, and what better way to commemorate the anniversary than to sink in it as a bride to the swamp's quicksand? And Zavanna wanted to look as beautiful as possible, too.

At any rate, Zavanna was ready to go as she stands up after making sure her dress hugs her body. She had on her best G-String thong underneath with nice thigh-high socks to wear that would hug her thick thighs. She chose only the best gloves to wear for this moment, too. Finally, her skirts were nice & primped for the utmost poof imaginable in a dress this gorgeous. "Ah good, I'm all set." Said Zavanna, smiling while pleased with her look.

And so, it was off to the swamp with her, mincing in her dress all the way downstairs. The way to the Slime's Swamp was said to be perilous, but Zavanna knew of a safer route to reach the swamp to minimize the risk of hostile encounters. Simply put: Zavanna trekked across the Grand Saltmarsh to reach her destination. Heavy rains yesterday however, made the deep mud of the marsh doubled in size, much like how Antarctica doubles in size in Winter.

As a result, there was no avoiding this mud. "Guess I'll be getting a salty warm up sink first..." Zavanna says, but clearly excited about the prospect. She can never say no to a sink in deep mud & quicksand. So Zavanna makes her way through the marsh. But she barely gets far into the area before her feet disappear beneath the earth itself. The salty mud stood in her pathway. She practically plunged to her knees in the marsh mud, indicating how soft it was.

"Ooh, this is deep." Zavanna quips upon sinking in the mud. "Going to be hard to see where I'm stepping though..." She adds as she moves forward in the mud, still intent on crossing the Saltmarsh to reach the Slime's Swamp. As expected though, Zavanna could barely see where she was walking with the skirts of her dress blocking her view of where she was stepping on the mud below her. Her best course of action was to listen to where her feet would land.

Zavanna had keen hearing, that much is certain. Though she cannot see where her feet are stepping right now, she can accurately pinpoint where her foot is stepping, and quickly go from there. There's even the fact that she accurately feels the mud around her legs as she slogs through it effortlessly. At 18 years of age, Zavanna has had lots of time to work on her leg muscles. Still, her dress does hamper her efforts to move forward some, creating more work.

"It's a good thing I picked a dress that can't be ruined..." Zavanna sighs as she continues to slog forward. At some point, Zavanna hits a spot so thick, she can no longer slog through the mud. Right now, this was as far as she was going to get. With both legs entrapped in the thick salty mud, Zavanna could now only go downward. But Zavanna wasn't upset. In fact, she happily embraced it. Zavanna went as far as to happily watch her skirt fan out.

"So nice & gooey..." Sighed Zavanna, feeling the mud work on her thighs, causing her to blush as red as a beet. Not only was the mud thick, it was quite soft to boot. So Zavanna's sink barely had a pause to it, but then again, she was sinking at a speed that was very much acceptable to her as it was not too fast, or too slow. It proved to be just right. The mud slips over her hips & butt shortly after, and Zavanna observes her skirt once more.

It has fanned out in its entirely, making her look like one big white marsh flower in the mud she is sinking into. And Zavanna enjoyed it greatly. She felt at home sinking in the mud. "The mud's at its saltiest today..." Zavanna says as she sinks deeper & deeper into the mud. She was thankful it wasn't raining today. Otherwise, she would've been forced to postpone her sink, or rather... sinks, for tomorrow, and this wasn't going to fly with her at all by any means.

Even so, Zavanna cooed as she sinks deep into the marsh mud still. ...Until her descent stops at her big breasts. "Huh? This is only chest deep?" Zavanna asks herself. But she shortly after shrugged. "Well, that's good enough of a warm up at least. Time to move on." And so with that, Zavanna worked herself against the marsh mud, loosening it some in order to lessen its grip on her body. It didn't take long for Zavanna to be able to move in the mud once again.

Swimming through, Zavanna got more of the salty mud on her person, and her wedding dress wasn't safe from it either. Mud splattered constantly from her efforts, but she apparently just didn't care about it at all. All she cared about was getting to the swamp for her real sink. The one that would see her submerged in quicksand. It took some effort, but Zavanna finally reached some solid ground in the marsh. And fortune favored her still.

She exits the salty mud to find the entrance of the Slime's Swamp. Tree after tree in front of her was covered in dense slime, thus giving the swamp another notion for its name. After cleaning up a little bit, Zavanna traveled into the swamp, looking around at the slime that marked her entry way into extremely sticky territory. Slime was just about everywhere. It's near impossible to avoid it. Yet Zavanna worked her way across each blob in her path easily.

But these blobs weren't the only slimes here. On dead trees, Zavanna took note of amoeba-like slime molds cruising the surface of them to recycle the wood into nutrients for the surrounding woodland. Even the dead leaves were food for the slime molds, and fungi weren't safe from it as well. Zavanna had nothing to worry with the slime molds. They would have no interest in her anyway since she was not a plant. Nor was she dead, or close to being such.

After taking in the sight, Zavanna moved onward through the swamp. She still kept an eye out on her path forward, watching for pits of quicksand. But after a small time of trekking though the swamp, Zavanna quickly lucked out. "Ah! There's a clearing up ahead!" She exclaimed. And where there's a clearing, there may be quicksand. Zavanna promptly made her way to the clearing, eager to start her awakening anniversary sink without further delay.

Zavanna walked out into the open area up ahead, noting the sky above her was as clear as the mud she was in back at the Grand Saltmarsh. She certainly picked her day well, that much is for certain. Zavanna walked to the center of the clearing where the quicksand would surely be deeper than anywhere else. "This looks like a good spot." Zavanna says, stopping. "Now I just stand here & wait to renew my vows with the quicksand..." She then adds.

Though on her part, it was metaphorical. Sure Zavanna was dressed as a beautiful bride, but such a marriage can't exactly be literal. In any case, Zavanna didn't have to wait long as blub after blub broke the silence, and Zavanna was on her way down without any hesitation to boot. The blubs got Zavanna's attention almost immediately. "Oh~?" she simply mutters before looking downward to her spreading skirts as she starts her way down.

"You already started without me noticing~?" Zavanna playfully asks the quicksand as she sinks slowly into its mass. "How utterly naughty of you~." But with quicksand not being a living thing, it was unable to answer Zavanna. All it did was bubble & kept swallowing the 1/2 mermaid as she delightfully felt the slimy quicksand suck on her calves. She also watched as the skirts of her wedding dress continue to spread out as her descent continues on.

Zavanna soon reached her knees in the slime-laced quicksand, promptly reaching down to one of her thighs to playfully tug at it. But Zavanna didn't hold on for long since it interfered with the spreading of her dress's skirts and so had to primp it out so it looks all nice & smooth on the quicksand's surface once more. That didn't take long to perform; just in time for Zavanna's knees to be swallowed, and the quicksand started to consume her succulent thighs.

And Zavanna was loving each minute of it as well. The quicksand on her skin felt amazing, and she was eager to get deeper & deeper as a result of her building excitement. She however, did not move around much. Doing so would ruin how perfectly splayed out her skirts were on the quicksand's surface. And Zavanna clearly wants to be a lovely flower in the swamp without any misplacement of the skirts at all. And already results were showing.

As Zavanna sinks past her thighs, she notes how well her skirt has fanned out, and pretty soon it would be perfectly splayed across the surface. "I'm a lone swamp flower..." Zavanna moans, almost dreamily as her thighs are fully swallowed soon. The quicksand greets her butt now, and her dress's skirts are now fully splayed out. Zavanna knew this would mean her petticoat underneath for extra poof was totally caked & would take a while to clean.

But it was a price Zavanna was willing to pay for this. In fact, she went & wiggled her hips against the quicksand, letting it swallow her shapely butt without hesitation. This enables her skirt to lay perfectly flat on the quicksand's surface, making Zavanna a perfect white swamp flower just as intended. Zavanna rested her hands on the surface for a moment, feeling the fabric of her skirt as it rippled on the quicksand's surface. She was clearly enjoying herself fully.

Zavanna proceeded to rest her hands on the back of her head, then run her hands through her luscious & thick brown hair. As she does, she took the moment to pose in different postures while enjoying the quicksand sucking her down still. "I couldn't have asked for a better spot than this..." She cooed. By now her hips have been swallowed, so now her torso was being swallowed, and still Zavanna enjoys the sensation of her sink into the gooey earth.

Within moments, Zavanna started to take note of how her skirt was no longer staying aloft. The quicksand had started to swallow it as well. "So much for staying a swamp flower..." Zavanna sighed. Nonetheless, her intent was to go under, and so she would. Zavanna wasn't sure of how deep the quicksand was in her spot, but she estimated that it felt like it would be 15meters deep. Probably 20. Zavanna would find out for sure as she continued sinking.

Even so, Zavanna took note of how her skirts were sinking. The edges of it were hit by small waves of quicksand, enabling it to make the edges heavy & push them under. Closer to the bodice of Zavanna's dress, the quicksand couldn't reach that far, preventing Zavanna's swamp flower appearance from fully receding. At least for the time being. Zavanna however, found some fun in pushing down on her skirts to send an airwave through present air pockets.

This resulted in a burst of air that traveled through the submerged portions of her skirt, and into the quicksand to cause a loud blub here & there to be emitted. Zavanna giggled, doing this over & over again as much as possible. This had the consequence of pushing her skirt down into the muck & make quicksand wash around it more. But Zavanna, as before, just didn't care. Even as she was halfway to her breasts, Zavanna's desire to get deeper remained strong.

Now the edges of her skirt were poking up like little plant shoots sprouting from the ground, ready to catch sunlight in order to grow to great lengths. A sight that makes Zavanna giggle. "I wish I had a camera handy," Said Zavanna. "That's just too cute." But Zavanna shrugged soon after and resumed her way down. Finally, the quicksand meets her breasts. At this point, she lets her arms go under the surface so as to let the quicksand claim them.

"Just like my actual absolute awakening..." Zavanna mutters as she floats for the time being, looking as the quicksand ripples under her large I-Cup breasts. Zavanna took the time to absorb how good it felt on her breasts before the quicksand starts to pull her down some more, meaning her breasts will not be keeping her aloft anymore. But Zavanna worked her shoulders, churning the quicksand to pull her even deeper, and her efforts paid off in doing so.

Her breasts were swallowed by the quicksand rather easily, and as Zavanna worked her shoulders some more, she sank up to them, but she did not stay at that depth for very long as she stopped at her neck for the moment. Yet the quicksand was quick to swallow that as well, leaving Zavanna at her chin. She at this point tilted her head back as it was slowly swallowed by the quicksand. "I love my quicksand dearly..." She then says dreamily.

The quicksand soon swallowed Zavanna's ears, before rolling over her eyes, much to her delight. Zavanna proceeded to gulp in air as her nose & mouth were swallowed a short moment later; the quicksand pulling her under & having her sink deeper & deeper beneath its surface. A bubbling indent marked where she had slipped under, and plenty of them rose & popped as Zavanna slid deeper under the quicksand's surface without pause.

Zavanna barely heard anything but the ooze around her. There was barely any light. The quicksand squeezed her descending self more & more the deeper she went. An ordinary human would be scrambling back up for air at this point, but Zavana was of human/mermaid descent. She was able to hold her breath for a whole lot longer under the quicksand than normal humans were able to. She enjoyed each minute of the quicksand caressing her body as she slid further.

Zavanna sank down 20meters before finally touching a bottom in the quicksand. Thus she learned that the center of the clearing's quicksand was indeed 20meters deep. Now Zavanna swam back up through the quicksand once she had made the discovery. With a huge amount of energy still left inside of her, Zavanna swims through the quicksand as if it were merely ocean water, and just in time, too. Zavanna was starting to run out of breath.

Emerging safely halfway to an edge, Zavanna took the moment to take a huge breath of air in, welcoming fresh oxygen back into her lungs. Zavanna then proceeded to once more swim through the quicksand to solid ground. For leverage, she was in luck. A tree had recently fallen, its age very clear since it fell on its own. Zavanna used this fallen tree to finish hauling herself out of the quicksand, but with how slimy it is, it understandably took a lot of work.

But in the end, Zavanna made it out of the quicksand safely; everything she wore still on her person, but so caked with the salty marsh mud & the slimy swamp quicksand, Zavanna would be staying near the water's edge for a small while, just to get it all cleaned up. But luckily for her, water was not too far away. Zavanna found a water source, stripped herself of her wedding dress, and proceeded to clean it, and herself off before she heads for home.

It is certainly not uncommon for one to relive that sink that awakened that deep love for sinking into the earth, but Zavanna proved that it doesn't take a mage or something similar to figure out that special treatments are not necessary, but can make reenactments of those awakening sinks better. So while Zavanna acted as the momentary lover of the saltmarsh, she achieved her main goal of the day: To be the beautiful Bride of the Swamp.

Zavanna: Me
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