Animusa's Secret Fetish (MTG, Ravnica)

[Solrex]

Author's note: So, I made this story with a lot of thought and care, and it took several sittings to finally complete the story. Anyways, if you don't know much about Magic: The Gathering, I'm sure you'll still be able to enjoy this story, you just might not know the backstory of the guilds and such. Selesnya is a guild full of tokens and healers and generally good people. Dimir, as you may know from reading, is full of spies, and Golgari is a bunch of people that see the cycle of life and death not as a one way passage, but a resource to manipulate and recur as needed.

Another thing I did is try and use specific words to arouse a certain audience. If you are female, play MtG, or you like quicksand in general (which you should if you're here), leave a reply and tell me if you felt the story really spoke out to you or not. This was an experiment, and it was a difficult one to write. My effort for this story is 5/5, and I hope you enjoy the story. So without further ado, please enjoy!

Animusa was born into the Selesnya guild on the plane of Ravinica, the plane-wide city. Not a single inch was not part of the city of Ravnica. When she was young, her parents, the King and Queen of the Selesnya guild at the time, paid a luxury tax to let her have a mud bath, but hadn't been able to afford such a thing since. Besides, she was a child then, and mud was dirty and gross, and soiled clothes. Yet, there was a forbidden desire…

Animusa was dressed in tribal clothes. A bright green dress, and a crown made of bronze thin spikes, in the shape of the Selesnya guild symbol. She wore leather sandals that were strapped to her feet.

She was bored, and lonely, and her desire for a mud bath was somewhat known, but when she finally caught word of a rumor from a Dimir Spy, she thanked the stars. Her prayers were answered.

She approached the spy in question, and asked about the place. He explained it was a huge vat of muddy soil mixed up with water. The Golgari owned it, and made the soil from dead bodies, as they would do. The room they made the spa in was about 60 feet squared, and with a high roof, and a depth of 20 feet.

20 feet. That was deep! This caused her to let out a small taboo moan, which she quickly stifled. The princess then asked if that would be lethal to sink in. The spy explained the physics of buoyancy, and how if she wasn't wearing anything heavy, she should float.

She was worried that people may find out about her little excursion, but the spy explained that she could simply strip naked to avoid ruining her clothes, and he swore on his oath to keep it as their little secret between them. The princess squealed in delight, then corrected her behavior. She loved this idea with all her heart!

The Dimir spy added, that he could make a temporary clone of her, so no one would notice she was even gone! The idea of such a mystical spell enchanted Animusa’s heart with forbidden desire. She asked how soon they could leave, and the spy casted the spell on the princess and told her now.

The room of sludge was in the undercity of Ravnica where it was left for anyone to come to whenever they wanted. Once they arrived in the dimly lit unground place, the Dimir spy explained that there was a bath just across from this room to wash up in afterwards. He would even watch her clothes while she took her mud bath. She asked if he could look away while went in, and he explained that since he was doing this for free, catching a glance of her beautiful naked body was payment enough for him. Naughty, just how it should be, she shivered as she stripped down nude and handed the spy her clothes.

As she stepped into the room, she smelled the scent of decay. Oddly though, it smelled pleasing, almost as if it was enchanted to do so. As she placed her right foot into the sludge, she was surprised by how thick it was as it folded over her foot, and french kissed her foot. Without a second thought, the Selesnya princess stepped her other foot in immediately.

“How do I go down faster?” She whined, desperate to feel it everywhere. The spy explained that if she pushed on each leg, pumping back and forth, she could sink faster. However, to avoid hitting the walls, he recommended walking out a bit further first. She did so, and then pumped her way to her knees as the dead sludge swallowed up her legs up to the knees, and kissed them. As the ecstasy built up, she moaned, which was followed by a male moan. She turned her head to see the Dimir spy jerking himself off.

She stopped for a moment, shocked. The spy explained he had a mud fetish for seeing people sink into mud. Again, this was free, so this secret was her way of paying for it. It was knowledge that would be hidden between them. Feeling alright with this knowledge, she felt kinda dirty, in a good way. And not because of the mud. She explained that she was a virgin, and that he better leave her alone. “Obviously,” was his reply.

She pumped her legs in the thick sludge, wondering if it was a full moon tonight. This felt so taboo, but so good! As the mud squeezed her legs deeper into it’s slimy clutches, she felt more and more turned on, and her special spot started to slightly soak her pubic hairs.

The grim muck slurped and sucked at her lovely legs, and she was absolutely in heaven, pure bliss, eternal paradise! She had waited for this ever since she took a small mud bath as a child. She let out a moan, and giggled at how turned on she sounded.

“Enjoying yourself?” The spy asked.

“Absolutely! It's everything I could have ever dreamed of! You are amazing, this is so-” She cut off her own moanful words as she exploded into pure bliss as the muck touched her hot and horny spot, screaming into a moan. The forbidden sludge against her virgin vagina, she humped against it, quivering like twinkling stars. She felt herself release female sexual fluids into the bog, just drenching her mud coated pubic hair with hot fluid. She moaned, feeling faint and weak, but not stopping her relentless butt dance with the Golgari bog, completely indulged in her forbidden temptation.

A loud male moan followed, which she already knew the origin of, and she turned in return, “So are YOU enjoying yourself?”

The Dimir spy quivered, his pants soaked, and explained, “Absolutely, you really love this stuff, don't you? I've never seen anyone this enthusiastic over quicksand like this.”

Quicksand?!?

“W-wait, this is- quicksand? Is it bottomless?” Animusa asked, a bit scared.

“Well, as I said before, the pit is deeper than your height, but it does have have a bottom. However, remember, there is buoyancy, and you will float if you stop struggling. However, since you will float before you touch the bottom, you will never touch the bottom, your experience will be bottomless. So in that sense of the word, yes, it is bottomless. Like I said though, you are not only a Selesnyain princess, but a perfect quicksand princess, able to perfectly arouse any person with my sexual interests.”

Animusa blushed very hotly, not just in her face, but in and around her neck, and ears. She then spoke in a singsong voice, “As you so wish, my prince.” She then continued humping towards her hips, the grimy muck claiming more and more of her virgin body, blissful paradise becoming more and more powerful. She didn't know how it was possible to get this texture with corpses, but it was the most perfect sludge she had ever felt, cleaned, purified, ground up into perfect soil, and made wonderful. This was truly enchanting.

She pumped her legs more and more, the extreme weight around them trying to stop her from moving, but the pressure, squeeze, and push-back of the brown bog just made her want to exert herself harder and faster, loving every moment of it. She squealed and moaned in complete and utter arousal as the mud sucked up her ribs into the abyss.

Her nipples were in front of her, hidden from the spy since she faced away from him, but were as hard as diamonds, ready to feel the sludge soil them up and pleasure her there as well. She panted, and shook her body downward, her legs reaching deep and cold sludge. She kicked her feet and struggled to go deeper. She was rewarded as the engulfing bog counted up each and every one of her ribs to suck her down as she indulged in her paradisiacal fantasies.

As the grimy thick gunk creeped up onto the bottom of her breasts, Animusa felt the sludge tickle her skin sensually and intimately. She panted harder and harder, struggling faster and faster, kicking her way downward. As her breathing speed hastened, so did the Dimir agent’s breathing hasten as well. She got more and more excited the closer her erect nipples got to the slime, and was edging on another orgasm, the sludge gurgling down her lower breasts.

By the stars, this was the most heavenly pleasure she had ever imagined, made real. When she was a kid, she enjoyed the mud bath as a child. But as she got older, she wanted to enjoy one as an adult. As the greasy sludge groped her breasts as she struggled, her exhaustion burning inside of her, she felt her nipples touch the cool muck, and just make her explode in pleasure. Completely enthralled, she lifted her arms, and dove them into the muck, right at her sides, feeling even more trapped and helpless, in a tight muddy embrace.

Of course, she howled, moaned, and orgasmed until she passed out. Completely spent. Her orgasmic moans seemed to echo in her own head. When she awoke, she thought, ‘That was the best thing ever!’

‘I agree, it was. You are amazing,’ she heard him think.

She smiled, and responded out loud, “Thank you, I never thought of myself as talented- Hold on, are you in my head?” She was floating just below her nipples in the mud, having caught sense of her surroundings.

“Think of it as payment, I just wanted to feel the same orgasm you did.” Came the spy’s reply.

“Did you look around for personal secrets? I wouldn't want to-”she was cut off by the spy.

“No, obviously I didn't go any deeper than your surface thoughts, I respected your beautiful mind enough to give you your privacy, and I think you make the perfect quicksand goddess. At least as a mortal.”

Animusa blushed again, and tried to move, but found it incredibly difficult to do so. “I'm trapped!” She gasped, twisting and struggling quickly to try to move, but to no avail. No matter the angle she used, none of her quick movements helped her move at all, and she felt like she was pushing against a concrete wall that surrounded her in every direction, tight against her body, made of sludge and slime, constricting the princess the more she struggled.

“You're not trapped, just remember, to go in, you need fast movements, to get out, slow ones. I don't want to get dirty, so you have to get out on your own. You are able to, anyways. Just slowly crawl out, float on your back, and make your way back to dry concrete.” The spy guided the princess in escaping her muddy bondage.

“-Can I go under?” She blurted out suddenly, still wanting stimulation.

“Uh, yeah, you can, just make sure to hold your breath, and relax to float up before you run out of air. Struggle like crazy to go under. Just free your arm so you can get a feel for it before you submerge.” Tutored the spy.

Animusa focused on her right arm, and tugged quickly. No movement, as expected. She was still completely trapped. She then tried pulling slowly, and felt it slowly making progress, the pressure groping her arm in the most enjoyable way.

Slur-pop!

She felt her arm pop of of the sludge, and gasped as it came out and her arm rested on the surface. Understanding how to escape now, she lifted her arm, and plunged it into the thick gooey muck, the sludge sucking it down and keeping it there, or at least it felt like it.

She then then squirmed in a wave motion back and forth, being slurped up her neck to her chin, making her shudder. She paused, despite everything she wanted to do, she let herself float back up to just below her nipples to experience how that worked before going under. The princess sighed, breathing heavy, and kicked her legs into action, making the waving motion that dragged her back down to her chin in the grime and muck, and then up to her lower lip, which let out a small qip of a moan before sealing shut as the sludge sucked her down. Her nose was next to follow. Still kicking her way down, the mud crawled up her cheeks until it reach the bottom of her eyes, which caused her to close them.

Pointing her face upward, while still struggling to suck herself downward, all that remained on the surface was her nose and mouth, and she breathed heavily against the heavy muck before letting herself submerge. She popped a bubble to the surface, letting a small portion of the grimy muck enter her mouth, the taste awful, but at the same time, very pleasing and erotic. She could feel the mana of this swamp swell through her. She waited a good 30 seconds before relaxing to come up for air.

When she burst through the surface, she spat out the muck in her mouth, then moaned in her own little paradise as she humped the mud with vigor, slowly inching back towards submerging. She moaned ecstatically as she continued to hump the bog. Feeling the bog sucking her down from her erotic movements just made her more turned on, and thus, more eager to move faster and harder.

Catching her breath before she submerged again, head tilted up, she pleasured herself under the thick sludge. She continued humping until she climaxed a third time, sharply attempting to take in air for only a half second before stopping, the muck filling her mouth before she shut it, and she started relaxing, floating to the surface.

As soon as she surfaced high enough, the princess took no time to start struggling again, then proceeding to spit out the gunk in her mouth. The bog happily sucked her down again, Animusa eager to keep going. This whole time, she hadn't even cleared up her eyes to see, so all she knew was the plugged sound from her mud coated ears, and the pleasure she continually felt over and over and over again.

The spy was not without pleasure either. Even though Animusa couldn't hear him with all the heavy sludge in her ears, he was already on his fifth orgasm, chaining his climaxes from his orgasms together, moaning intensely, his pants drenched in male fluids.

As Animusa was sucked down a third time, her bones began to vibrate with the very pleasure she felt. Eager, she held her breath for about 20 seconds, before needing air and relaxing, the slight vibrating of her bones pleasuring her as she surfaced for the third time.

Every inch of her was coated in the slimy greasy sludge that had no qualms in sucking her down as deep as she wanted every single time. She continued jiggling in the morass to pleasure herself through her forbidden desires, moaning in the most horny heat she had ever experienced! The jiggling caused the quagmire to tickle her back, while slowly sucking her downwards.

As the princess started sinking for the 4th time under the surface, the vibrations in her bones got more and more intense, and she could feel the orgasm approaching this time. Her virgin body craved more sex, her hymen not punctured, and she slammed her vagina into the bog with eroticly extreme force, she felt the mud fill her and come out, and fill her again, fitting to her form. This was extremely pleasing, completely turning herself on.

Wondering if the spy was still using telepathy, she thought, ‘Don't let me die!’ Before pushing full force into this fourth orgasm, taking a deep breath, submerging, and feeling it completely overtake her, and as she started releasing fluids into the bog, she kept going, riding this orgasm out for as long as her body would allow her, her lips sealed, the princess’s lungs not quite burning yet, her body still orgasming, the princess exploding into endless pleasure, feeling a spell seal her lips together so she couldn't talk or open her mouth, and finally feeling her mind go lightheaded enough to completely pass out, absolutely spent from the orgasm.

By now, the Dimir Spy had orgasmed more times than he had fingers, of which he had the same amount as any normal human had, and had lost track. He still had telepathy connected to the princess, and hearing her think, “Don't let me die,” followed by her plan to pass out, he cast a spell on her lips that was normally used to silence someone until dispelled, but in this case, it would stop her from opening her mouth and swallowing in mud.

As the limp body of the Selesnya princess rose to the surface, the spy removed the spell, and her body naturally coughed in air, her body still unconscious. With this time, the spy got a spare change of underwear and leggings out of his bag and changed into something not covered in male reproductive fluid. As he examined his leggings, they were soaked all the way down to the knees, he had quite the enjoyable experience. And every time Animusa had orgasmed, he had as well, along with his own orgasms.

As Animusa slowly rose to consciousness, she felt stuck, but like she had just woken up from the most blissful dream she had ever had. Except, seeing her predicament, it wasn't just a wet dream. She smiled, and focused on pulling her right arm out of the greasy quagmire, applying the slow force required to pull her arm out of the morass.

With a pop, her arm came free, the muck reluctantly releasing it to be free. She then pulled slowly on her left arm out of the muck. The Dimir spy explained, ‘The more surface area you have, the harder it is to sink. So you could reasonably get leverage by placing your arm flat on the surface, and have minimal risk of it submerging. Just to let you know.’

She took the advice, and placed her right arm flat across the surface of the bog, and pushed to pull her left arm out, which popped out quite easily. She then lifted her right arm, which sunk about a quarter of its diameter into the muck, easy enough to pull out.

With that, Animusa used both arms to slowly pull herself out, slowly extracting herself. It was difficult blind though, so she took a moment to wipe out her eyes and clean out her ears. Light, everything visible, she could see again!

She then slowly pulled herself out of the bog, until she finally surfaced completely, and rolled to the concrete floor. She just had sex with death and decay, and survived to tell the tale. How forbidden does that sound? She thought it sounded pretty good. But she couldn't tell anyone.

Animusa then stood up, and asked where the place to wash off was. The spy directed her across the hall, to the opposite side of the width of the hallway. He explained, “This water is enchanted. If you fully submerge, it will clean you up completely, but leave a trace enchantment on you that causes you to be able smell the muck until it would naturally fade, while no one else could smell it whatsoever, as if you were to never enter that sludge pit in the first place.”

Animusa nodded and jumped in. She cleaned herself off, and felt the mud wash away, as if this pool was designed to clean people. She lifted her clean arm to her nose, and still smelled the bittersweet smell of decay on her, but it was completely clean. She smiled, and climbed out of the enchanting waters.

“So, can we do this again next week? Same time?” Animusa asked. “Obviously,” came the spy’s response. And thus, a secret relationship came to exist. Secret pleasure, her own little paradise for her to keep.



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Author's second note: I decided to make a card out of her, even though I'll share this with no one except you guys. Enjoy:

Animusa, Selesnya Princess
(W/G)(W/G)(W/G)(B/G)(B/U)

Legendary Creature-Human Cleric

Defender
At the end of your turn, if you control no other creatures, exile Animusa, then return her to the battlefield flipped.

0/5

Animusa, Secret Pleasure Mistress

Legendary Creature-Human Shaman
(This card’s color identity is Green/Black)

Tap a swamp, tap: gain 5 life.
Tap an island: Untap Animusa

When you control any creature other than Animusa, exile her, then return her to the battlefield flipped.

4/3

[DJlurker]

Nice story, though it seemed just a tiny bit over the top, especially with the spy’s action while watching. I don’t think any man could you-know-what so much in that amount of time... I know it’s a fantasy realm, but still...

BTW, did you see my post about Samus stories in my Booette story topic?

[JSample]

Nicely done, Solrex. I especially appreciate your effort to appeal to a female audience, although I suspect that some women might find the idea of being watched in such a circumstance by a male with whom she is not already in a trusting relationship and who is masturbating in her presence while she pleasures herself off-putting. Then again, I suppose that other women might find such a situation a turn-on; it would depend upon the individual.

[Solrex]

Nicely done, Solrex. I especially appreciate your effort to appeal to a female audience, although I suspect that some women might find the idea of being watched in such a circumstance by a male with whom she is not already in a trusting relationship and who is masturbating in her presence while she pleasures herself off-putting. Then again, I suppose that other women might find such a situation a turn-on; it would depend upon the individual.

Well, you can't please everyone, can you? Anyways, thanks for the kind words, it's what drives me to write more! This was an experiement, so don't expect me to go all "The princess was in a forbidden paradise in the twinkling stars of her lovely mind" in all my future stories, but I might use a bit or two here or there.