Commissioned by me
Artwork by shirasiyuki
Ellie the Garchomp belongs to me
Story written by  xylenqs

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Though she’d never been in the stuff before, the instinct to tilt her head towards the sky kicked in, just before her chin would have plopped onto the surface of the muck.

So… this was it, huh? It wasn’t as if she would meet her end, but even with the clarity Ellie now had, there was no escaping her fate.

“I really am sunk…” She felt her face grow warm with embarrassment. “How could I let this happen?”

Glrph, blrphlap.

To her credit, the Garchomp wasn’t the first to lose her entire body to a quicksand pit. She wouldn’t be the last, either. Without the ability to use Dig, there wasn’t anything she really could have done ever since her hips were pulled into the muck. May as well… accept defeat.
“...alright.” With a sigh, Ellie looked up to the sky as she spoke to the quicksand itself. “I guess you win… I can’t believe it, but… I guess I was no match for quicksand…”

Not like the neck deep Pokemon had any choice, but the humble acceptance of being bested by the bog was enough for it to let her give a few soft bounces in her confines.
Giving a soft gasp of surprise, Ellie felt quicksand splashing against her chin, gently pulling her hair under. All she could see was the sky, but it wouldn’t be much longer. What she couldn’t see, she could definitely feel… and it felt like half of her face had disappeared.
“Nnh… y-you win…” She admitted, one last time, followed by a soft squeak.

The corners of her vision started to fill with mud, signifying the true end of her experience above the quicksand. Given her ground-type nature, Ellie knew it wouldn’t actually be the end of her. Swamped, embarrassed, and a little heated due to the whole scenario, she ultimately decided to really explore a curiosity of hers in the last few moments. Her maw opened wide, and as she expected, quicksand was all too eager to pour into her muzzle.
A steamy breath escaped her nose as she gargled the thick, creamy mixture. The earthy texture of the mud rolled around in Ellie’s muzzle, splashing against her tongue as steam rolled out her nose. Face extremely warm, even as the earth sweetly sucked it deeper, the ground-type decided to take a large gulp of the stuff. As the quicksand sank down her throat, she continued to sink deeper, too. Her eyes slid slowly shut, just before the slop oozed over her entire vision.
Still able to breathe through her nostrils, Ellie had to wonder… even with most of her head submerged, could she still hear herself if she just…
“Glmph gmphblk…? Mglhbph…”
…it was faint, but yes, she could. Satisfied with her bubble talk, the Garchomp simply let herself sink, idly gulping down several more mawfuls of quicksand. At least this part of sinking wasn’t too bad. It just kept pouring into Ellie’s mouth as she felt more and more of her face covered by the stuff. Soon only the tip of her nose was left, the final mast in a sea of quicksand.

She kept gulping down the quicksand, indulging in the thick mire as if it were her favorite drink. Although the taste was, admittedly, rather good, it was starting to fill up her belly. The Garchomp felt wonderfully full. Between gulping down quicksand and all the struggling, however, her body was starting to grow tired. There wasn’t much left she was capable of doing… nothing except sinking all the way under.

Like a true victim of a deep, thick bog, Ellie did what any good sinking creature would do in this situation: she took in one last breath… and let that final bit of her body disappear into the seemingly bottomless earth. Not only had the swamp bested Ellie physically… mentally, she was considering what it would be like to come back for a rematch. Perhaps she could truly be Queen of the Lake and Queen of the Quicksand again.
Beneath the surface, she could feel the surface cratering in full over her body, heavy on her legs, hips and midsection, but still able to move her face and shoulders ever so slightly. If she was this deep, she might as well just keep wiggling herself deeper. Somewhere up above her, the surface was wobbling in time with her. From enemies to mutually curious, they’d now reach a synchronization both were all too happy to indulge in.
Ellie blew out the last of her airy breath, giving a small, embarrassed smile. It wasn’t hard to imagine those bubbles bursting on that thick, sticky surface. If only she could see them… maybe if she came back here, a camera on hand to record…

…yeah, that settled things. She’d have her rematch, someday.