Artwork by shirasiyuki
Commissioned by me
Saramathra belongs to BaryonSweep (OC used with permission)
Story written by  xylenqs

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Saramathra was aware that many facets of the jungle were alive, even if most creatures didn’t see them as such. Quicksand was no exception, given how it was capable of pulling victims down in various ways. Subtle, teasing, sloppily, or yes, even true to its name, quick, it was certainly capable of understanding what would best work on anyone unfortunate enough to step into its deep embrace.

Really, it should have been no surprise for Saramathra’s words to be taken to heart by the pillowy bog. If she were to continue fighting regardless of the depth, there was no reason not to send her deeper into the quicksand. The unstable ground gave a few idle bubbles, sloshing lazily to get its victim’s attention.

“Mm?”
And with her focus on the quicksand, it began working its earthly magic. Luckily for Saramathra, she was wise enough to keep her hands up, above the surface. As much as her pride wanted to stop her from gasping or making any noises of horror and disapproval, the warrior’s eyes still went wide in shock. There was nothing she could do other than watch as her navel-deep situation grew much, much worse. The quicksand easily pulled her stomach under in a matter of seconds, muddy waves lapping against the fur only a moment before taking it into its own, earthy stomach.

“...I should have just stayed still.” The warrior admitted, resisting the urge to shudder as the quicksand finally settled along the bottoms of her breasts.
This situation was looking bad… really bad. Her green eyes swept around the pit, hoping to notice something, anything she hadn’t prior. Her arms continued to stay lifted just above the surface, in case another particularly deep pull sank her body deeper. Given she was up to her boobs in quicksand… if that happened again, Saramathra may be well and truly sunk.