Mudlarking (M)

[Black Clay Lord]

Another story inspired by a Kaolumbia film.
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On a day that didn’t feel like anything very much, other than any other day… Dalibora glanced at her window, grabbed the blinds, opened them, and was greeted to the brilliant sight of a cloudless sky outside. “By Jove it’s beautiful today!” Gleamed Dalibora. “Not a single cloud in the sky, too…” And suddenly Dalibora knew it was going to be a great day. “I believe I’ll do a spot of mudlarking.” She then said, smiling as widely as possible. Dalibora looked to her closet.

Opening it up, Dalibora stepped right into the closet, taking a rather beautiful looking bikini almost immediately. Yet Dalibora chose one that sported a G-String thong as the bottom, a personal favorite among Dalibora and a good chunk of her other eligible sisters permitted to wear such bottoms. Dalibora wasted no time changing out of her clothes and switched to the bikini she had chosen. Dalibora soon set off for her journey to find a place to sink in.

Once she was outside, Dalibora clothed herself to cover her bikini before calling upon her horse Goliath to approach her. Se straddled Goliath with his saddle & reins, hopped onto his back soon after, and she rode off from the Socrates household. Riding up north, Dalibora’s destination was the fabled Clay Marsh. And Dalibora chose this marsh because it was not only the squishiest of marshes, but it was also the muddiest marsh on the entire continent of Olympus as a whole.

As a marsh, it is not always waterlogged like the Bubbling Clay Swamp for example, but the marsh itself remains oh-so muddy anyway. It was a great place for mudlarking, and this is what Dalibora intended to do there. She eventually reached the marsh and started to look out into the distance of the great marshland. Yet Dalibora has noted that it had rained last night. The plants were coated in dew, an obvious sign of a late-night rain that had occurred at night.

And suddenly Dalibora knew it was going to be a great day here. Dalibora got off Goliath and had Goliath rest at a nearby horse rest, one that would keep him safe from predators. Not that Goliath needs protection from predators anyway… “You stay here, Goliath. Be safe now.” Dalibora said, as she took her clothes before stopping short of her chosen bikini. She then set forth on her journey across the marshland that awaited her beautiful self to sink downward.

Dalibora traveled a path in the marsh she & her sisters would often walk to find some of the better clay pits in the area. The path itself was squishy, and this was always a good sign. Dalibora knew that if the path was squishy, she knew the quicksand that would inevitably be encountered would be very good indeed. In fact, Dalibora’s feet sank into the ground as a sign her rewards would be great. Yet as Dalibora moved on, she spotted a stagnant pit up ahead.

Interested, Dalibora made her way for the pit that was stagnant. Then stopping right in it, she pumped her legs to churn the surface. And churn it, she did. The clay gave way to her strong thick legs. However, the clay was churned a lot easier than Dalibora had expected and she sank down in the clay quicker than expected as well. She soon discovered that the pit wasn’t exactly as thick as most of the others around the marsh, for she soon found herself butt deep in no time.

“Ah, son of a… This is too soft…” She muttered. Dalibora climbed out of the pit without hesitation, but it gave her a taste of what she was in for today. Her legs were beautifully caked with thick clingy clay. Dalibora liked what she had felt, but her mind was set on clay that was thick. Very thick. As such, she begins her search yet again, moving away from the first pit she had sank in. For better luck in this department, Dalibora explored a nearby riverbank.

And sure enough, Dalibora was in luck, just by looking at the bank itself. Quite pleased with her fortune, Dalibora ran down to the bank. Then, stopping in her tracks, she almost fell over with amazement from the sight before her very eyes. “First my too-soft sink, and now this.” Muttered Dalibora. “Well I never. A flock of Mandarin ducks, here of all places.” She said, with a lip in the air. “What delightful ducks,” mused Dalibora. “And what pretty feathers they have.”

And she dived down further towards the riverbank and slipped into its surface with a squelch that could be heard all over the marsh. The clay was thick. Very thick. Thick enough for a slow & steady sink. Exactly how Dalibora wanted it. Having found her ideal spot, Dalibora traveled further into the clay, sinking her legs down to her thighs without hesitation. Her legs moved a bit, churning the clay a little bit, but never having enough force to show real results.

Regardless, Dalibora was determined to go as deep as possible. But as Dalibora sank down ever so steadily, she thrust her hands down into the clay and brought them out almost immediately after. Then, Dalibora did something one might not expect at the depth she stands at. For the time being. “My hair felt so frizzy as of late…” Said Dalibora, hinting at her intentions. Then, without any hesitation whatsoever, Dalibora began running the clay through her hair.

The clay stuck to her lovely locks of hair like it was glue. And as Dalibora sank to her butt, she could not help but give her hair a good clay shampooing. This was something that hardly anyone could resist doing. Dalibora’s hair was long, but she was going to see her endeavor through no matter what. Dalibora got as many inches of her hair coated as possible with the clay, knowing that her sink will certainly get the rest of it as time goes on in her descent.

As Dalibora shampooed her hair with the clay, she could feel it touching her butt, her legs having been fully consumed now. Combing every inch of her hair, Dalibora was able to get her hair in its entirety shampooed in the thick clay swallowing her. Though this came at the cost of adding some weight, though Dalibora did not care in the slightest. Her intention was to get as deep as possible, and by golly she was going to do it one way or another no matter what.

Her hips & butt slowly slink under the surface. Dalibora felt enthralled by the oozing sensation. As it now rests at her midriff, Dalibora blushed even deeper as the clay felt very good on her belly. Even so, she couldn’t help but wiggle a little, churning the clay lightly as she wanted it to feel it ooze all over her midriff while it sinks down. Her efforts pay off nicely. The clay lost some of its gripping thickness and down Dalibora goes once again, much to her joy.

She felt her bellybutton slip below the surface, and Dalibora was inching closer to her breasts. Even so, her descent remained slow & steady. And this is precisely how Dalibora wanted it. Not too fast, not too slow, just a good slow to medium speeded descent into the quagmire she is outright enjoying to her fullest. “Ah, feels so good…” Dalibora moans out. Slowly, the rest of her midriff went down below the clay’s surface, and Dalibora soon touched down at her breasts.

And yet, Dalibora seemed to float once at this depth. However, Dalibora instinct was to get… Deeper. There was no way she was going to just settle for sinking up to her big bosom. Working her shoulders, Dalibora started churning the clay some more. Her method worked out nicely, and Dalibora soon felt the clay swallowing up her breasts not long after. Yet the clay sank her to her shoulders, but it did not stop there as Dalibora ultimately sank deeper down still.

Finally, Dalibora settled down at nose deep, though she found that in this spot, she could sink no further into the clay. But Dalibora did not care in the slightest. She was happy all the same. She was glad to have gotten as deep as she could, essentially meaning past her breasts and at such a slow steady pace. That’s all she wanted, and by golly she got it. Dalibora at that point closed her eyes & started to blow bubbles in the clay, as if she were enjoying a Jacuzzi.

Dalibora stayed in the clay for as long as her heart pleased before deciding it was time to climb out & head for home, and Dalibora managed to climb out of the clay without incident. Using a nearby stream of water to clean herself off, Dalibora came clean within a few minutes before returning to her faithful horse. “Time to go home, big guy.” She tells Goliath before she hops onto his back to ride home. Dalibora looked back at where she had gone with content.

Though she did not go under, she was nonetheless very satisfied with what she had done either way. However, one thing was for certain. She would always come back for more.


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