Celine in Valentines Clay (M)
Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2026 12:26 am
I meant to post this precisely on Valentines Day.
But life kept getting in the way. Oh well.
This is actually one of two projects I did.
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Celine had worked up enough courage to go and see the fabled Valentines Clay, intent on visiting a lakebed riddled with miles & miles of clay. She had enough of her sisters talking about their experiences with it, and she just had to try it for herself. Though the lakebed she had in mind was not a short ways away. No. She had asked Nawfar to drive her to her destination in the family Desoto Adventurer, suggesting her target would take hours to get to by foot. A full no-go.
“Honestly, I didn’t think you’d want to get into the Valentines Clay.” Nawfar tells Celine. “Are you kidding?” Asked Celine. “If it’s clay, I want to sink in it since it has a multitude of purifying properties.” “Fair enough.” Said Nawfar. As they drive, Nawfar looks up at the sky. “Well, you sure picked a fine day to do this.” She says. “Sunny, with no clouds in the sky, 56 degrees… It’s a real winner for sure.” “I sure know how to pick them.” Celine admits, giggling.
Nawfar knew of a great lakebed in which Celine could indulge in her fantasy. To this end, Nawfar drove her older sister up to the Clay Marsh. This marsh is well known for its many beds of clay that’re pretty much bottomless, though many take the risk just to enjoy how it feels and the benefits it provides for one’s skin. Of course, this being a marsh after all, it is still a wetland. Though it is not always waterlogged like the Bubbling Clay Swamp, the marsh comes close.
Regardless, this marsh is not ideal for most vehicular rides, though the Desoto Adventurer defied the marsh by being able to cruise on through despite its extremely muddy conditions. Either way, Nawfar drove through the marsh, and came upon a dried lakebed that leads to a river. This was the lakebed Nawfar had in mind for Celine’s experience and the car was pulled up to the edge of the lake. “Here we are.” Nawfar said. Celine giggles soon afterward.
“What a location.” She says, smiling as she exits the car. Yet Celine started to strip herself of her Saint robes and she swapped them out for a wedding dress as poofy as Victorian ballgowns. Nawfar blinks. “You’re… sinking in a dress?” She asked. “Absolutely.” Celine answers. “This one in particular was made for sinking in clay.” Nawfar just smirked and shook her head. “I’m sure Nimue & Sansanna would wholesomely agree.” She proceeded to say.
Celine began suiting up in her wedding dress as Nawfar started to move the Desoto to a more solid area of the marsh. Only to discover the car would not budge. “Ah, mother of Nayru!” She exclaimed. “What’s wrong?” Celine asked. “The damn car’s stuck in the mud!” Nawfar angrily answered. “Is there anything I can do to help?” Celine ponders. “Nah, leave this to me.” Nawfar says. “You go and give the clay in that lakebed what for, you hear me?” Celine nodded.
As Nawfar exited the Desoto and brought her tool kit out to dig the car out of the clay the wheels were mired, Celine finished putting on her dress and proceeded to travel down the slope of the lakebed and came upon the edge of its bed. Celine gazed upon the surface of the bed, noting how cracked & dried it was. But looks can be deceiving. Celine knew this all too well. Even so, she used one of her staves to test the surface of the lakebed she would cross soon.
Its silt appeared to be shallow with a nice layer of clay underneath. Seeing the red & pink clay filled Celine with joy as she became satisfied with her discovery. Celine then proceeded to cross the lakebed. As she traveled, her feet dipped beneath the surface, churning it to make the clay appear from below. Moving through the clay was easy at first. Celine was able to lift her feet without resistance and take her next step forward without any issues whatsoever.
However, Celine sank to her thighs, and from there, moving became a much more difficult task. Her dress skirts steadily fanned out on the surface, but they did not stay perfect while Celine slogged through the clay. Celine continued to slog through the clay until finally, she could do so no more, finding herself stuck in a nice deep spot that was so thick, her legs found themselves held fast. Pointing her toes downward, she found no immediate trace of a bottom.
Yet Celine was unconcerned. Instead, she fluffed her skirts and splayed them all around her until they were nice & even all around. Satisfied, Celine stayed still as still can be and just allowed the clay to steadily swallow her lovely voluptuous form. “This is better than I expected…” She said with a blissful tone in her voice. Celine could feel the clay’s magic working on her already as she slowly sank deeper & deeper. A blush developing on her face.
It did not take Celine long to feel the clay touch her butt. Considering how suddenly she had sunk; this is hardly surprising. Nevertheless, Celine was happy allowing the clay to just lap at her butt as it slowly sank below its depths. Celine dared not struggle. She had the sense in letting the clay take its time with her. Celine could see the bubbles rising from the clay, as if it sensed her willingness to sink down into its depths without question and was delighted with her.
Yet the clay wasn’t exactly sentient by any means. And Celine knew this. Either way, she just slowly sank, loving how tightly the clay was hugging her body, making her pant some. Even so, Celine never wavered. She just let her bliss filled pleasure take hold as she sank down still in the depths of the clay. Though she noted her skirts were sinking, Celine didn’t really care all that much. Her dress could easily come clean in the wash at home and be ready for yet another sink.
Eventually, Celine sank to her breasts, her skirts having been sucked down to a good degree already. She could feel the clay squeezing her still, and she wanted still more of that. And as she slid deeper, she was quick to attain her wish for the more she stayed, the more the clay would squeeze her body. “Oh my gods…” Celine moaned out, absolutely lost in the thrill of the sucking clay as she slid deeper into its depths. Though her breasts kept her afloat for a while.
Of course, this didn’t last forever despite them being a sizeable I-Cup, for the clay inevitably swallowed them up with little difficulty, putting Celine at her shoulders. Yet she started to work her shoulders, striving to get deeper in the clay, and she managed to achieve her goal, sliding further in the clay’s thick hugging mass as more of her skirts disappeared as well. Celine pushed herself down to her nose, though by now, she had churned the clay up good.
By this time, Nawfar had freed the Desoto from being stuck in the mud, though the car had gotten caked from it some. It was going to need a good hose down. “That was exhausting…” She says, before seeing her older Celine slip under the clay, her skirts & ponytail disappeared beneath the surface as well. Nawfar giggles. “Looks as if she had a good time.” She said, before climbing down the side of the lakebed. It was time for Celine to be hauled out to safety.
Nawfar stood by the edge, getting only her feet in the clay where it isn’t deep enough for her to actually sink. Celine raised her hand from the clay and Nawfar tossed a rope with a grappling hook on the end and lassoed her sister’s wrist with ease as Celine got a hold of the rope. Nawfar was able to pull Celine up, though her sister had no trouble crawling to the edge by herself. “How was it?” Asked Nawfar. “Better than expected…~” Celine said, cooing.
“Glad you liked it.” Said Nawfar. “Now let’s get home. I got the car unstuck.” Celine nodded as she got into a clean change of clothes soon after as she & Nawfar drove home. Though the clay only takes hold one month every year, it was clear that Celine was intent on sinking in this special clay again the next time it appeared. And maybe… She just might bring a special someone to sink in it with her. Who would it be? Well, that’s for her to know.
Celine & Nawfar: Me
But life kept getting in the way. Oh well.
This is actually one of two projects I did.
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Celine had worked up enough courage to go and see the fabled Valentines Clay, intent on visiting a lakebed riddled with miles & miles of clay. She had enough of her sisters talking about their experiences with it, and she just had to try it for herself. Though the lakebed she had in mind was not a short ways away. No. She had asked Nawfar to drive her to her destination in the family Desoto Adventurer, suggesting her target would take hours to get to by foot. A full no-go.
“Honestly, I didn’t think you’d want to get into the Valentines Clay.” Nawfar tells Celine. “Are you kidding?” Asked Celine. “If it’s clay, I want to sink in it since it has a multitude of purifying properties.” “Fair enough.” Said Nawfar. As they drive, Nawfar looks up at the sky. “Well, you sure picked a fine day to do this.” She says. “Sunny, with no clouds in the sky, 56 degrees… It’s a real winner for sure.” “I sure know how to pick them.” Celine admits, giggling.
Nawfar knew of a great lakebed in which Celine could indulge in her fantasy. To this end, Nawfar drove her older sister up to the Clay Marsh. This marsh is well known for its many beds of clay that’re pretty much bottomless, though many take the risk just to enjoy how it feels and the benefits it provides for one’s skin. Of course, this being a marsh after all, it is still a wetland. Though it is not always waterlogged like the Bubbling Clay Swamp, the marsh comes close.
Regardless, this marsh is not ideal for most vehicular rides, though the Desoto Adventurer defied the marsh by being able to cruise on through despite its extremely muddy conditions. Either way, Nawfar drove through the marsh, and came upon a dried lakebed that leads to a river. This was the lakebed Nawfar had in mind for Celine’s experience and the car was pulled up to the edge of the lake. “Here we are.” Nawfar said. Celine giggles soon afterward.
“What a location.” She says, smiling as she exits the car. Yet Celine started to strip herself of her Saint robes and she swapped them out for a wedding dress as poofy as Victorian ballgowns. Nawfar blinks. “You’re… sinking in a dress?” She asked. “Absolutely.” Celine answers. “This one in particular was made for sinking in clay.” Nawfar just smirked and shook her head. “I’m sure Nimue & Sansanna would wholesomely agree.” She proceeded to say.
Celine began suiting up in her wedding dress as Nawfar started to move the Desoto to a more solid area of the marsh. Only to discover the car would not budge. “Ah, mother of Nayru!” She exclaimed. “What’s wrong?” Celine asked. “The damn car’s stuck in the mud!” Nawfar angrily answered. “Is there anything I can do to help?” Celine ponders. “Nah, leave this to me.” Nawfar says. “You go and give the clay in that lakebed what for, you hear me?” Celine nodded.
As Nawfar exited the Desoto and brought her tool kit out to dig the car out of the clay the wheels were mired, Celine finished putting on her dress and proceeded to travel down the slope of the lakebed and came upon the edge of its bed. Celine gazed upon the surface of the bed, noting how cracked & dried it was. But looks can be deceiving. Celine knew this all too well. Even so, she used one of her staves to test the surface of the lakebed she would cross soon.
Its silt appeared to be shallow with a nice layer of clay underneath. Seeing the red & pink clay filled Celine with joy as she became satisfied with her discovery. Celine then proceeded to cross the lakebed. As she traveled, her feet dipped beneath the surface, churning it to make the clay appear from below. Moving through the clay was easy at first. Celine was able to lift her feet without resistance and take her next step forward without any issues whatsoever.
However, Celine sank to her thighs, and from there, moving became a much more difficult task. Her dress skirts steadily fanned out on the surface, but they did not stay perfect while Celine slogged through the clay. Celine continued to slog through the clay until finally, she could do so no more, finding herself stuck in a nice deep spot that was so thick, her legs found themselves held fast. Pointing her toes downward, she found no immediate trace of a bottom.
Yet Celine was unconcerned. Instead, she fluffed her skirts and splayed them all around her until they were nice & even all around. Satisfied, Celine stayed still as still can be and just allowed the clay to steadily swallow her lovely voluptuous form. “This is better than I expected…” She said with a blissful tone in her voice. Celine could feel the clay’s magic working on her already as she slowly sank deeper & deeper. A blush developing on her face.
It did not take Celine long to feel the clay touch her butt. Considering how suddenly she had sunk; this is hardly surprising. Nevertheless, Celine was happy allowing the clay to just lap at her butt as it slowly sank below its depths. Celine dared not struggle. She had the sense in letting the clay take its time with her. Celine could see the bubbles rising from the clay, as if it sensed her willingness to sink down into its depths without question and was delighted with her.
Yet the clay wasn’t exactly sentient by any means. And Celine knew this. Either way, she just slowly sank, loving how tightly the clay was hugging her body, making her pant some. Even so, Celine never wavered. She just let her bliss filled pleasure take hold as she sank down still in the depths of the clay. Though she noted her skirts were sinking, Celine didn’t really care all that much. Her dress could easily come clean in the wash at home and be ready for yet another sink.
Eventually, Celine sank to her breasts, her skirts having been sucked down to a good degree already. She could feel the clay squeezing her still, and she wanted still more of that. And as she slid deeper, she was quick to attain her wish for the more she stayed, the more the clay would squeeze her body. “Oh my gods…” Celine moaned out, absolutely lost in the thrill of the sucking clay as she slid deeper into its depths. Though her breasts kept her afloat for a while.
Of course, this didn’t last forever despite them being a sizeable I-Cup, for the clay inevitably swallowed them up with little difficulty, putting Celine at her shoulders. Yet she started to work her shoulders, striving to get deeper in the clay, and she managed to achieve her goal, sliding further in the clay’s thick hugging mass as more of her skirts disappeared as well. Celine pushed herself down to her nose, though by now, she had churned the clay up good.
By this time, Nawfar had freed the Desoto from being stuck in the mud, though the car had gotten caked from it some. It was going to need a good hose down. “That was exhausting…” She says, before seeing her older Celine slip under the clay, her skirts & ponytail disappeared beneath the surface as well. Nawfar giggles. “Looks as if she had a good time.” She said, before climbing down the side of the lakebed. It was time for Celine to be hauled out to safety.
Nawfar stood by the edge, getting only her feet in the clay where it isn’t deep enough for her to actually sink. Celine raised her hand from the clay and Nawfar tossed a rope with a grappling hook on the end and lassoed her sister’s wrist with ease as Celine got a hold of the rope. Nawfar was able to pull Celine up, though her sister had no trouble crawling to the edge by herself. “How was it?” Asked Nawfar. “Better than expected…~” Celine said, cooing.
“Glad you liked it.” Said Nawfar. “Now let’s get home. I got the car unstuck.” Celine nodded as she got into a clean change of clothes soon after as she & Nawfar drove home. Though the clay only takes hold one month every year, it was clear that Celine was intent on sinking in this special clay again the next time it appeared. And maybe… She just might bring a special someone to sink in it with her. Who would it be? Well, that’s for her to know.
Celine & Nawfar: Me