Beach Bog Babe (M)

[Black Clay Lord]

My take of a good scene. But with one of my own original characters in Violet's role instead. I have others planned. But, it'll be a while. Things keep popping up ya know.
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Elysia. Family shaman, diviner, and an overall loving big sister. We trust her to watch the young ones often with her elder sister Misaki, and she takes the job of babysitter without complaints. Her love for her younger siblings is undying. But, she held another undying love she has never attempted to hide: A love for being swallowed by the Earth. It started somewhere when she was only 5 years old and has been a mud-loving bug since then.

There wasn’t much we could do to stop her from sinking whenever there was free time, and Elysia has become an empress at picking the best times to sink as well. But one time I remember well. It was a time we referred to her as a “Beach Bog Babe”. It was a day after Elysia’s 18th birthday. She had gone out to the Black Mud Beach for a stroll and a swim. The mud there was supposed to be thick and sticky that day, and I do mean thick and sticky.

Elysia was hunting for oysters that day. Not for eating, but for pearls. Apparently, she uses pearls for rites. Harmless rites of course. Some say pearls held some powers that could be used for one’s benefit, or to inflict harm upon others. Although more often than not… They just fetch a pretty penny depending on the value, or type. However, Elysia never just ripped the oyster open for their pearl. Instead, she would gently coax it open, then take the pearl.

Yet Elysia did not hang around and take every oyster’s pearl. Once she had enough, she left the ones that weren’t as valuable, or as potent behind, and resumed her swim beneath the waves, her dolphin tail propelling her through the water with ease, all the while playing with the various sea creatures. Including actual bottlenose dolphins. In Olympia, respect for the creatures of the sea was a must. They were to be protected and cherished at all times.

It was against the law to pollute their world, and even more so to hunt whales, dolphins, and even mermaids. Breaking these laws was a serious offense and landed those who would some serious prison time. This is why plastic in Olympia is near-extinct as most products are either metal, or a biodegradable product. Elysia enjoyed this fact as much as everyone else did. Even so, she takes great pride in making sure the creatures of the deep are happy and healthy.

“I believe it’s about time I made my leave,” Said Elysia to her aquatic friends. “But fret not, for I shall return when the time permits.” With that, and her stash of pearls, she swam to the shallow end of the beach, arriving within inches of dryland. As she exited the water, Elysia’s mermaid-dolphin tail turned into legs, showcasing her succulent thighs to the world. But no one was around to see them, not that she cared anyway. However, her part of the beach was… Off.

Elysia noticed that she was partially sunk within the beach. “What? Did I not hit solid land?” She wondered to herself. Her feet had sunk into the beach itself. Wet sand gave way to muck underneath it. But this didn’t halt Elysia for a moment as she started her way back towards a dryer part of the beach. In an event like this, it made Elysia happy that she left her shaman robes at home, opting for a more casual, but oh-so revealing ware instead.

She wore short-shorts that complimented her well-rounded butt and hips, packing against them tightly. As far as tops were concerned, a tube top was her choice today, exposing immense cleavage along with a small diamond where her belly button is so that it’s always visible. “I don’t remember the beach being this stubborn,” Elysia said. “But I mustn’t let that stop me from moving ahead.” Elysia kept moving upwards until she left the sloshy sands behind.

But even then, Elysia still wasn’t out of the sinking woods yet. Even the dry parts were quite gooey today. As she walked further in, her legs would only go slightly deeper as a result. The mud went up halfway past her calves and almost held her tightly. Elysia however, had magic and altered the mud so that it wouldn’t be as clingy. This helped greatly as it meant moving forward would be easier. And move forward, she did. Elysia surveyed her surroundings.

Not much was present in the way of things that could hoist her out, so she would have to improvise. And judging her distance, she was still a ways away from the beach’s gateway. She had to keep moving. “Still a few miles away…” Muttered Elysia as she trudged through the boggy beach. The mud soon reached her knees. Now she resorted to raising her legs with her hands to get them to move. This helped for a change as she never went deeper.

“All right, now we’re getting somewhere.” Elysia said. But she couldn’t hide the fact she loved how the gooey mud felt on her skin. If she had the chance, she would stop and rub it onto her skin. But right now, her mind was set on getting closer to where the gate would be, if not as close as possible. Elysia soon got to the halfway mark on her journey. But she soon slowed down. Deciding it was best for a break now, she stopped in one spot to rest her legs.

Elysia took one more step forward before stopping completely. However, the mud churned under her legs as it gave way under her weight. Elysia ran a hand through her hair as she looks down to the bog swallowing her ever so slowly. It’s then that she realizes she’s in a sticky spot. “Uh oh, I think I’m stuck…” She said to herself. Being one for a scientific study as well, Elysia barely moved to test the mud’s grip on her. And for Elysia, it’s a chance to always take.

She groaned and strained as she tried to move her legs in the black mud as it sucked on her thighs silently, but with the occasional sounding of an air bubble popping. Or at least something among those lines. “I’m definitely sinking…” Elysia concludes. Halfway past her thighs, Elysia rested her hands on the surface in front of her to try and delay her descent a bit. But it didn’t exactly help as much as she soon reached the lines of her booty shorts.

As her descent continued, the sand under her hands gave way and her hands went down some as well. Elysia moved them out of where they sank. Elysia, in doing so, had pushed herself up some, but not by much. Her legs were coated from the mud as it is clearly seen. As she moved a hand up, and her legs went back down to the rims of her shorts, she once again took the time to assess her situation. Underneath, the mud was sticky, and had a tight grip on Elysia’s legs.

Elysia wiggled her hips a little, softening the mud’s grip on her. From how tight the mud held her in place, she confirms that the mud had a solid grip, and it would be tricky to get out of without slow movements. Still, the shaman cannot help but want to stay in it for a while. While the mud was sticky, it was undeniably cool to the touch. “At least it has a way of keeping one cool…” She notes as she again put her magic to work. This time to bring mud to her hands.

Not having brought any sunscreen handy, Elysia had to improvise. So she figured: Why not use the mud itself as a form of sunscreen? With this in mind, she twirled her hand, pulling a nice ball of mud into her grasp. With it, she plastered the black goop on her shoulders, and the back of her neck. Ordinarily, her long flowing brown hair shielded the back of her neck well, but it paid to be safe than sorry. As the back of your neck was one of the worst places to be sunburnt.

Still, Elysia wiggled her hips steadily to keep the mud’s grip on her fair & easy. After plastering her neck & shoulders with the mud itself, Elysia took the time to have a nice relaxing mud bath, which she sank in it. “Why it feels good,” She chuckled. “Even more since it’s so cool today…” Elysia added. The shaman’s hips didn’t cease wiggling at this point for a small while. Elysia fully immersed herself in experimenting with the mud that’s hugging her hips and butt.

She could barely contain herself as the mud pressed against her ever so gently and as it tried to suck her down. Elysia however, was not about to let the mud take her down quickly thanks to her wiggling. Using her magic, the suction of the mud was kept at bay. And as such, Elysia prolonged her descent, earning more time to enjoy the mud’s feel on her without going down so quickly. “Its grip is so seductive…” Said Elysia.

“If it’s trying to seduce me, it’s working…” But Elysia wasn’t totally under the mud’s spell. Instead, she was so in love with it she felt that she might as well will be. Still, she keeps herself pushed up to the rims of her shorts as long as possible. In doing so again, her shapely butt sinks a bit in the mud, leaving behind an imprint of it not long after. Her movements made the pit more noticeable, as if she were chipping the ground away and revealing the mud underneath.

Elysia soon looked sated. …But not enough to be sated completely. She wanted to feel it more. “This does feel good…” She says. “But I think my top and shorts are in the way.” With that, Elysia manages to exit her spot and move to a less deeper spot. She did not opt to stop trying to get deeper. Instead, she used this spot to take her sandals off, her top, making her big breasts jiggle, leaving them in just her strapless bra, and finally, take her shorts off.

Underneath her shorts were a pair of panties revealed to be a thong that covered her crotch completely, but the back was nothing but exposed butt. A favorite type of panties among all who’re 17, 18, or over. Such a sexy sense of fashion was inherited from her mother. But she did not show this fashion sense 24/7. When around her younger siblings, she dresses more modestly, and even in these outfits, she never strips down to her revealing underwear.

With that, Elysia set her clothes, along with her pearl collection aside as she makes her return to the mud pit that was caressing her. Granted her earlier treatment of the mud earlier, getting back to the depth she was at earlier was not much of an issue. Upon her return to this mud, Elysia sank to her knees, only to slink to her hips almost immediately upon getting herself straightened. “Ooh, now we’re getting somewhere…” She said, hearts swirling around her head.

Once again, Elysia wiggled her hips, this time to churn the black mud as it got thicker on her all of a sudden. As she wiggles, her hips and butt become claimed by the sticky mud underneath. She would take the time to stop wiggling and paint herself with the mud itself in areas she hasn’t gotten yet, namely her belly and breast cleavage. The latter of which she saved for last. As she rubs her belly, the shaman soon becomes lost in ecstasy from the mud.

Elysia is unable to resist the urge to rub mud all over herself where applicable, but never did so in between her legs. For all her proper upbringings, Elysia cannot help but be in maiden of mud mode at the moment. The mud’s feel was perfect, and its suction was pleasing to say the least. Although Elysia had to wiggle her hips beneath the surface to keep the suction going. “If only some of my sisters could join me…” She says to herself in a daydreamy state.

Her bellybutton gone from sight, Elysia was now halfway to her breasts. She gives the mud a head start by painting her immense breasts herself. To make it even better, Elysia removes her strapless bra and sets it aside, painting each corner of her breasts with the mud that was casually swallowing her beautiful curvaceous body. As Elysia paints her breasts, she realized she was starting to float instead of sink. She found this unacceptable, snarling a little.

“I don’t think so,” Snarled Elysia. “I want to get deeper.” Placing her hands on the mud’s surface, she cast a spell on it, making the mud deeper than it previously was. Not exactly bottomless, but enough so that Elysia’s whole body may disappear for a small moment. After manipulating the mud some, Elysia pumped her legs beneath the surface, starting to sink once again. Her breasts bounce as more of her body is gulped aggressively.

The mud soon reached her breasts, encompassing them like muddy hands groping her. Her naturally large breasts kept her afloat for as long as they could before they too were gently pulled under slowly. Elysia’s tongue rolled out for a moment as she was fully absorbed by the ecstasy of the black mud. Spellbound, Elysia lost track of time, and her current goal she had set earlier: The goal of getting home. Soon, her breasts were sunk, and she was at her shoulders.

But Elysia did not stay shoulder deep for very long. Rocking her arms, she forced herself to sink past them and to her neck soon. At this depth, Elysia snapped back into reality. “Oh, that’s right!” Elysia exclaimed. “I have to get home before the tide comes in!” Elysia sees her body was a good ways beneath the mud. She originally planned on going under, but she wasn’t in the mood for that right now. “I’ll just reach my nose, then get out.” She finalizes.

Elysia soon reached her chin, tilting her hair back some to let the rest of the back of her hair be coated in the thick mud. As the shaman closed her eyes, the mud pulled her down some more just as she tilted her head back to normal position. The mud claimed her mouth, stopping short of her nose. Elysia had reached her target depth for today, but before she thought of climbing out, she remained in the mud for a while, blowing bubbles in the mud.

As she blew her bubbles, Elysia employed her magic to bring her things to her spot, and to make the mess less thick so she can escape easier. As the mud prepares to pull Elysia under, the shaman opened her eyes and began clawing at the surface in front of her, hoisting herself up some. With help from her shamanistic magic, Elysia made roots grow up and anchor into the earth in front of her. “Sorry, but I must part with you for now.” She tells the mud.

Of course, the mud didn’t care as it wasn’t even sentient to even care. With each pull she made, Elysia wiggled her hips, breaking the mud’s grip on her. And thanks to the roots she conjured, Elysia finally breaks out of the black mud that held her like a vice. After washing herself off with a small rainstorm she conjures up, Elysia got herself redressed, gather her pearl collection, and finally returned home, eager to begin a ritual she had in mind with the pearls.

However, she had to explain her tardiness, but was let off easy. For this was Elysia the family dealt with. It was in her nature, her blood. It was who she was. For to us, Elysia’s messy escapades among the beach will forever make her known as… The Beach Bog Babe.

Elysia: Me

[Solrex]

Great story, I really enjoyed it. Your magic system runs off the pearls, so I guess it's a slightly hard magic system? Regardless, I hope to hear more about this story.

[JSample]

A sweet, sensual sinking story, Black Clay Lord, with generous descriptions of Elysia's figure and appearance. The only suggestion that I would make for your consideration might be to give more attention to the two occasions in which Elysia extracts herself/yourself from the mud. You gave great attention to the details of her sinking into the thick and sticky ooze, which I enjoyed reading very much, but when the time twice arrived for her to escape the tight grip of the mud she seemed to do so almost instantly with relatively little effort, especially the first time. I recognize that part of the premise of your story is that she possesses shamanistic power to manipulate the mud to her liking and thus aid both her sinking and her self-extraction, and it may well be that you yourself have far more interest in sinking than in the process of getting out, but in my opinion such additional detail would make what is already a good story even better. Just my two cents worth.

[Black Clay Lord]

Great story, I really enjoyed it. Your magic system runs off the pearls, so I guess it's a slightly hard magic system? Regardless, I hope to hear more about this story.

The pearls would've acted more like enhancers. Details are being worked out on that, but when you're a magic user who uses the power of nature, it isn't really all that hard. In any case, thanks. This was a fun one to do.

[Black Clay Lord]

A sweet, sensual sinking story, Black Clay Lord, with generous descriptions of Elysia's figure and appearance. The only suggestion that I would make for your consideration might be to give more attention to the two occasions in which Elysia extracts herself/yourself from the mud. You gave great attention to the details of her sinking into the thick and sticky ooze, which I enjoyed reading very much, but when the time twice arrived for her to escape the tight grip of the mud she seemed to do so almost instantly with relatively little effort, especially the first time. I recognize that part of the premise of your story is that she possesses shamanistic power to manipulate the mud to her liking and thus aid both her sinking and her self-extraction, and it may well be that you yourself have far more interest in sinking than in the process of getting out, but in my opinion such additional detail would make what is already a good story even better. Just my two cents worth.

So basically add a bit of a more struggling process during that time? Hmm... That just might up the sexiness of how I do things...

[DJlurker]

Trying again...

This is a nice little quicksand story.

[JSample]

So basically add a bit of a more struggling process during that time? Hmm... That just might up the sexiness of how I do things...

It just might... Of course, in my making such a suggestion I'm not presuming to tell you how to write your stories; it just seemed to me that in comparison to the detail you provided in her sinking sequences, her escapes went by too quickly. I have to watch for the same kinds of issues in my own stories as well, especially when I suspect that I'm butting up against the character limit for an individual post.

[Black Clay Lord]

Trying again...

This is a nice little quicksand story.

Thanks.

[Black Clay Lord]

So basically add a bit of a more struggling process during that time? Hmm... That just might up the sexiness of how I do things...

It just might... Of course, in my making such a suggestion I'm not presuming to tell you how to write your stories; it just seemed to me that in comparison to the detail you provided in her sinking sequences, her escapes went by too quickly. I have to watch for the same kinds of issues in my own stories as well, especially when I suspect that I'm butting up against the character limit for an individual post.

All's good.