Waddling into the Sentient Wetlands (Old Version)

[Tailova]

EDIT 08/10/2020: I'm rewriting the story and posting it separately. This version is the old one. I'll put a link when I put up the new one.

Link: https://www.quicksandfans.com/bb/viewtopic.php?f=14&t=22448

Single Page Story

- Frisk is a character from Undertale, not me
- Frisk is over 18 years old
- This story is lewd
- Any criticism is fine



Frisk is walking into a more foreign part of the forest near her house. It is a bit more dark and erie than the rest of the forest, but Frisk found it to be oddly soothing. It was late in the evening, which would make it difficult to see in the forest. Frisk had to be careful of what she walked into and what creatures may be nearby. For now, she could only hear the ambient noises of crickets and unique bird calls. Perhaps it is the noises that are calming to her.

Frisk has been walking slowly around the dark forest area for an hour, and she has found a few small critters along the way. Other than that, nothing too crazy has been seen around. She continues to walk across the rather soggy floor, which feels relatively pleasant on her bare feet. The whole forest has a fairly smooth surface underneath its skin of trees, so she typically walks around it with nothing protecting her feet.

On the other hand, the ground she was walking on felt softer than usual. She looked down at the muddy surface she was walking in and started squishing her toes around in the mud. The mud felt very nice on her feet and in between her toes, and it also gave off a satisfying squishing noise that she enjoyed. She ended up stepping around the area and squishing her feet in the mud for a few minutes. The mud felt nice and there was more of it on her current path, so she continued to take more squishy steps through the forest.

She continued treading along the muddy area, noticing that almost the whole area around her was vast amounts of soft mud. The area was also fairly dense with vines and some trees, but many of the trees looked dead which gave off a creepy horror vibe. It was a little spooky, but Frisk didn't mind it too much. She was more used to creepy due to her past experiences with a creepy talking flower and mutated monsters.

As she continued walking, more of the trees appeared to be void of life, and there was a thick mist roaming the area. The mud she was walking in was also getting a bit deeper and slightly thicker, so the mud was currently halfway up her lower leg. Frisk wasn't entirely sure why she was going this way, but it just felt like the forest wanted her to explore more, and she likes to explore places like these. On the other hand, sonething did creep Frisk out a little bit not too long ago. As she was going into the deeper muds, she felt something in the mud touch her feet a little. She wasn't sure what it could be, so she is a little frightened, but not too much.

As Frisk started to walk into deeper mud, which is now slightly above her knees, she is beginning to feel weird. She thought she felt something touch her again, but it touched her right leg instead of her feet. Frisk should be more scared, but the way she was touched felt a bit... inviting. Frisk wasn't sure if she should stop trying to walk or keep going. It was nice to walk through the soft mud, but it also doesn't feel normal. Ultimately, she kept trudging forward a few steps only to start sinking down to her thighs. Her shorts were now partially submerged in the mud.Normally, something like this would scare Frisk, but feeling the softness of the mud in between her thighs, she thought her situation was very enticing. She wiggled her legs together to feel the mud rubbing her, and she enjoyed the sound of the soft mud squishing around. She lifted her head up to take a look around her. The mist was very thick, and there were barely any trees alive around her.

When she looked down at her sunken legs, she found out that her shorts were no longer on her. She was very confused, as she didn't feel them being pulled off, but she wasn't exactly panicking too much about it. She also noticed that she was sinking deeper in the mud a bit slowly. She was now only in her striped sweater and her underwear, and the mud was close to touching her undergarments. She felt weirdly excited now that her shorts were missing, because it has intensified the arousing feeling that the mud is blooming.

She continued to sink further until her underwear began submerging in the soft and think mud. This feeling of the mud making such intimate contact with her crotch made Frisk feel very frisky. She started wiggling her hips in a seductive manner as a reaction to the feeling of the mud. It was then that the weird touch she felt earlier started touching her again. This time, instead of a quick tap or brush, it was touching and rubbing her inner thighs. She would've been more freaked out had the mud not made her feel otherwise. Instead, the rubbing on her thighs has only made her moan. It felt like a muddy hand was groping and caressing her. Meanwhile, her underwear has fully submerged in the mud, which increased the pressure on her crotch. She started moaning a bit more due to the soft, yet thick feeling pushing on her crotch. She felt like she was sinking into a giant vat of cream cheese, or something with similar density.

Then she felt a second hand under the mud. It gently stroked the front of her underwear. Frisk let out a loud cry at the erotic touch of the second hand, which would turn into more cries as the second hand began gently rubbing her slowly. Frisk wanted more, so she started rolling her hips uncontrollably in hopes that the second hand would rub her faster.

At first, the hands stopped. Frisk was confused. She was wondering if her movements were scaring the hands away, or at least what felt like hands. However, not even 4 seconds later, she felt something thick enter her private spot. Frisk gasped and moaned loudly at the sudden intrusion. It seems that her underwear had vanished the same way her shorts did, but Frisk was no longer concerned about how. She was more concerned with how much, especially as the thick tentacle-like force was slowly sliding in and out of her.

She was now up to her belly button, but her erotic squirming is prone to speed her descent into the thick sentient substance. She continued to hump the mud's thick tendril as it started to pump her a bit faster. The way it was sliding into her felt so perfect, especially with both hands now starting to grope her with more tenderness. One was groping her inner thighs, the other was groping her butt. Her moans were growing deeper as the tendril was becoming longer and more thick. It was going deeper into Frisk as Frisk was going deeper into the mud.

Frisk was up to her chest, and she barely noticed until a third hand started sliding itself up to below her chest and down painfully close to her crotch. The third hand kept doing this very slowly and, combined with the other gropes and the penetration, was making Frisk shiver uncontrollably with pleasure and excitement. Frisk was starting to feel her entire body pulsating. The tentacle was sliding further in and out, the gropes were getting more sexually ferocious, and she was feeling the mud sucking her deeper. Her chest was now fully submerged, and she was up to her shoulders. The third hand began to rub her flat chest, then a fourth hand was felt rubbing the left chest. With this, the third hand started on the right.

Frisk was no longer able to process much except for the undescribable pleasure and the erratic movements her body was making. Her hips were bucking uncontrollably against the tentacle as it moved faster inside her. Combined with the strong groping of the hands, it felt like her body was close to exploding. Frisk bucked faster, she moaned louder, the mud consumed almost all of her, until her body could not take any more.

Frisk screamed loudly as her muscles tightened and the waves of pleasure were coursing through her entire body as it reached its climax. The hands were still groping her and the tendril was still pumping her as if to keep pleasuring her till her body calmed down. As Frisk was neck deep, she thought the sentient mud would stop. However, the mud did not stop.or even slow down. As the tendril continued it's pace, it grew to an almost unbearable thickness as it was still sliding so deep inside her. There was nothing that Frisk could do mentally or physically to fight her way out of the mud's erotic trap. The mist around the mud is preventing Frisk from wanting to escape and only wanting more pleasure. Hence why Frisk was still moaning in response to the mud's perverted touches as she was chin deep.

Frisk realised she wasn't using her hands, so she moved her right hand on her crotch and started rubbing around the area she was being penetrated in. She kept rubbing around until she touched a particular spot that her hand would not stop rubbing. As she felt the spot with her left hand, her body started to quiver again, and she was moaning very deeply. She was being groped by the mud and herself, while the mud was furiously making love to her. All these thoughts were trapping Frisk into the inescapable prison of pure lust as the mud's tight mouth was sucking on Frisk's entire body. Weirdly enough, she hasn't sinked lower than her neck but there was no way for Frisk to get out.

Frisk did not want to get out. She wanted to be fondled endlessly by the mud's soft hands. The way they slid their firm appendages on her thighs, the way they firmly and slowly squeezed her butt, and the way they pressed against and slid across her chest and her whole front body, she didn't want them to stop. And the long, hard and thick mud tentacle that was fiercely pumping her so deeply was what Frisk is loving the most. She loved how it slid in and out of her with such force and how good it felt. It would not stop even if Frisk wanted it to, but Frisk will never want it to stop.

[JSample]

A very evocative story, Tailova; your imagery and descriptions of Frisk wondering was was happening and her response to the mud as groped and penetrated her were quite arousing. The only bit of constructive criticism I would offer would be to say to try to keep your verb tenses consistent; the first couple of paragraphs seemed to bounce between present tense and past tense before you eventually settled into a past-tense narrative. Other than that, an excellent effort!

[Tailova]

A very evocative story, Tailova; your imagery and descriptions of Frisk wondering was was happening and her response to the mud as groped and penetrated her were quite arousing. The only bit of constructive criticism I would offer would be to say to try to keep your verb tenses consistent; the first couple of paragraphs seemed to bounce between present tense and past tense before you eventually settled into a past-tense narrative. Other than that, an excellent effort!

Thank you for the response! I'm glad you liked it :>

I do agree that I need to work on consistency with quite a few things. Verb tenses are definitely one of them. I will be sure to remember your comment next time I write something.

[DJlurker]

- I really should try using a different character...

Yes, I do think you should have used a different character, or even an OC, that would enable me to get into this story a bit more and actually enjoy it. Honest criticism, take it for what you will.

[Tailova]

- I really should try using a different character...

Yes, I do think you should have used a different character, or even an OC, that would enable me to get into this story a bit more and actually enjoy it. Honest criticism, take it for what you will.

I might have an idea for an OC, but I'm not sure if I want to introduce her to these kind of quicksand situations or not.

I do want to ask though, do you dislike me writing a story with Frisk specifically because she's Frisk, or do you dislike that I've written about her multiple times. I don't mean to pry or anything, it's just something that I'm curious about.

If you don't want to answer that, that's fine too. :>

[DJlurker]

- I really should try using a different character...

Yes, I do think you should have used a different character, or even an OC, that would enable me to get into this story a bit more and actually enjoy it. Honest criticism, take it for what you will.

I might have an idea for an OC, but I'm not sure if I want to introduce her to these kind of quicksand situations or not.

I do want to ask though, do you dislike me writing a story with Frisk specifically because she's Frisk, or do you dislike that I've written about her multiple times. I don't mean to pry or anything, it's just something that I'm curious about.

If you don't want to answer that, that's fine too. :>

Because Frisk in Undertale canon is an androgynous five year old kid, and I cannot disassociate this fact from the Frisk in your stories. So I respectfully request that you either use an OC or a fictional character who legal age or close to it in canon.

[Tailova]

- I really should try using a different character...

Yes, I do think you should have used a different character, or even an OC, that would enable me to get into this story a bit more and actually enjoy it. Honest criticism, take it for what you will.

I might have an idea for an OC, but I'm not sure if I want to introduce her to these kind of quicksand situations or not.

I do want to ask though, do you dislike me writing a story with Frisk specifically because she's Frisk, or do you dislike that I've written about her multiple times. I don't mean to pry or anything, it's just something that I'm curious about.

If you don't want to answer that, that's fine too. :>

Because Frisk in Undertale canon is an androgynous five year old kid, and I cannot disassociate this fact from the Frisk in your stories. So I respectfully request that you either use an OC or a fictional character who legal age or close to it in canon.

Understandable. I would not want to picture the canon Frisk in this situation. I did say that she was over 18 in this story, but I do not blame you at all for not wanting to picture any version of Frisk in this story, and I'm sorry if you found this read to be uncomfortable because of that.