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

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Gritting her teeth, Saramathra looked to her left, then her right. If she was lucky… as lucky as someone chest deep in quicksand could be… the human would be back before she sank any deeper. Even luckier would be her last saving grace, which was what her gaze next went to in her ample boob size. If they could take the swallowing suction, then the warrior could remain perfectly still and not go any further down into the pillowy embrace.
While she stared at her chest, however… even though she couldn’t see the bottom of her boobs, Saramathra could feel the grainy, pillowy texture of the muck starting to swallow them deeper. She was still sinking. The quicksand was going to try and pull her under… completely. Her paws gently poked around, searching for any sort of solid ground. As she expected, however, there was none.

“Very well. If I must keep fighting to stop myself from going under, then I will fight.”
Whether it was better to resist and struggle or try to remain as still as she could, no one could be certain. What Saramathra was certain of, however, was what she was more capable of, between her two options. She would struggle, fight and resist until the human returned with a rope. In battle, choices could be limited… and it was either do this, or keep calling for help and fruitlessly watch herself sink.
“Haaah… gnnngh…”
Eyes squeezing shut, Saramathra wiggled the top half of her body back and forth. If she could loosen up the quicksand enough to get one of her arms free, then the warrior knew she wouldn’t waste her advantage. Despite the lack of vision, Saramathra could still feel herself sinking. Her boobs were getting deeper, past the point of keeping the remainder of her body floating safely.
“I… will… fight…!”
Despite all the grunting and tugging, the warrior felt the last of her boobs slip under the surface, the quicksand sloshing against her underarms and the last of her collarbone. Still, Saramathra refused to simply give up. Yanking as hard as she could manage to one side, then the other, she kept believing in the possibility of dredging an arm free to give the surface a proper push.
“I refuse… haangh… to succumb… nnnfff… to quicksand…!”

It was an honorable statement, unwilling to give in but instead struggle herself—and her pride—deeper. But when she felt even more of her long, flowing purple hair start to slightly shift when it rested on the surface, Saramathra chanced a look at her situation… and her mouth hung open as she panted, and stared down at the quicksand… and only the quicksand. The warrior’s strong fight had resulted in her equally strong frame disappearing from sight completely.

Neck deep in the pillowy muck, her irises shrank. “How could this have happened so fast?” Looking at her half submerged bandana, she mumbled to herself. “I suppose it truly is quick sand after all...”