65sinking's Daz Creations (New upload 10 July 2025)

[65sinking]

It's a new year, with new ideas brewing in my head.

I've been quite busy and my backlog of WIPs is growing, but at least I've been able to continue this sequence.

Carrie realises that she should probably get out before she sinks too deep, but our novice sinker is overwhelmed and distracted by the pleasurable sensations...

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[65sinking]

In the story I've written for Carrie in my head, she's recording herself sinking, using a camera mounted on a tripod. But alas, she got the camera angle a bit off, so her arms and hands are mostly out of frame as she sinks deeper. Fortunately, here's a better view from another camera angle.

EDIT: I've since learnt that there are tripod heads that can be operated by remote control, so let's just assume that Carrie has a small remote control hidden in one of her hands, and has managed to change the camera angle as she sinks deeper...

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[ghostofmyeyes]

Oh my, but a camera cannot rescue Carrie! What a tragedy it would be if she had ventured alone to this hungry stretch of shore...

[65sinking]

Oh my, but a camera cannot rescue Carrie! What a tragedy it would be if she had ventured alone to this hungry stretch of shore...

Spoiler alert: Carrie IS alone...

[65sinking]

Trying to find the time and energy to work on some other more complex projects, but here's more Carrie:

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"No! I've got to... Yes! Oh my God!"

Carrie fights a losing battle, as she slowly continues to sink in the quicksand, her feeble attempts at escape foiled by intense arousal.

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"Oh fuck, I'm still sinking!"

[PA Jack]

I checked out your Deviant Art site, and there are some really great pics there! Nice sinking sequences.

[65sinking]

I checked out your Deviant Art site, and there are some really great pics there! Nice sinking sequences.

Thank you so much!

[65sinking]

Part 3 of this series, once again based on art by SilkyFriction (aka Northerner here), as seen on Twitter. This was quite a bit more challenging than expected, and took up more time than I planned, but I think this is as good as it gets with my current skill level.

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Those of you who have seen my work posted on various Discord servers would have already seen these renders a couple of weeks ago; I wanted to write a bit of a story for this final part of Tifa in the Swamplands before I shared it elsewhere, but my little vignette kept growing, and it took me a while before I was finally satisfied with what I'd written. I keep seeing areas where I want my writing to improve, but I think this will do...

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"Somebody help me! Please! I'm sinking!"

The moment Tifa lost her balance and stumbled into one of the deep spots just off the trail, the Swamplands had readily accepted her, steadily sucking her down into their mucky depths. She had tried her best to stay calm and refrain from struggling, knowing that stirring up the ooze would only hasten her descent. But the swamp had resisted all her attempts at escape, and every movement, no matter how slow and controlled, had only resulted in her sinking ever so slightly deeper.

She choked back a sob as the thick black glop slurped her down past her shoulders, and continued creeping higher, leaving only her head and neck above the surface of the quivering morass. The mud almost felt like it was a living being, as if it was trying to savour and taste her entire body while it relentlessly devoured her. It caressed her all over in an almost gentle, intimate embrace, seeping through her clothes and making her shiver at its cool touch. Tifa twisted slowly in place, as she tried to lift her shoulders up once more, but she shuddered and gasped in a mix of surprise and outrage; the sludge pressed up against her curves, almost feeling as if it was actively sucking and licking her, making her tremble and lose focus, all while still slowly drawing her in a little deeper.

“Why… why can’t I stop sinking…”

Both of Tifa’s arms were firmly buried and trapped in the muck, the consequences of an earlier attempt to escape by pushing herself upwards. Tifa regretted that action; it had worked at first, and Tifa had been able to get her chest free, only for the surface to collapse and melt away beneath her, causing her to plunge back in just a little deeper, with the swamp eagerly claiming her arms as punishment. Even if the rest of the party arrived, how were they going to pull her out? The thick, viscous ooze seemed to behave in an unnatural manner; if she stayed still, it held her tightly in its inescapable grasp, firmly preventing her from moving, but if she tried to struggle harder or push against it, the mud would simply soften and liquefy, causing her to sink even more, before congealing and solidifying around her once again the moment she stopped moving.

Maybe... maybe if she kept calm and tried her best to stay completely still, she could keep herself from submerging, long enough for the rest of the party to come looking for her… Maybe she could hang on just for a bit longer, and Cloud or Aerith or Barret would find her and pull her out before it was too late. But as the swamp continued to relentlessly devour her ever so slowly, the ooze slowly encircling her throat, almost as if it was ready to squeeze the life out of her, she knew her time was running out.

“Can anyone hear me? Please! I need help!”

As the muck began to lick at her chin, Tifa tilted her head back and yelled one more time, desperately hoping that somebody had heard her cries for help and would pull her out before the Swamplands claimed her forever. Her voice cracked, and gave way to a harsh whisper; it was getting harder to breathe. She winced and desperately stopped herself from panicking as she felt the sludge ooze into her ears, blocking out virtually all sound except for the pounding of her heart and her rapid breathing. She forced herself to take deep, steady breaths, not knowing if the next one would be her last. She wondered how long she would last if she went under.

"No... please... not like this..." Tifa tried not to burst into tears as she felt herself descend just a little bit deeper into the mire, the mud inching its way up towards her cheeks and lower lip. The sludge gurgled, and a bubble slowly rose to the surface and burst, flooding her senses with the smell of wet earth and decaying vegetation. She nearly choked and gagged, but quickly regained control of herself. "Cloud... I need you..." she sobbed. She felt the mud slowly yet steadily rising higher. “It’s taking me under…”

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Tifa took another deep breath, and made her decision. Whether she moved or not, she was almost certainly going under. But she refused to give up without a fight, and there was still a chance, no matter how small and improbable, that she would somehow be able to claw her way out of this. Better than passively waiting for the inevitable, Tifa thought to herself, as she braced her submerged arms against the ooze, drew upon her final reserves of energy, and made one final attempt to free herself from the gooey deathtrap.

She rose up an inch, but the swamp continued to hold her in its sticky embrace, refusing to relinquish its prize. Tifa gave a primal cry of terror, agony, and distress as she tried to break free from the sludge, her arms burning as she pushed herself up another inch. But she could feel the mud turning into slush once again, and as her strength gave out, Tifa knew that she had lost the battle, that her story was going to end.

"I'm going under... no... please... no! Cloud! I-" Tifa's final cry for help was cut short as she plunged back into the swamp, the muck rapidly rushing in to bury her. She closed her mouth just in time to prevent the mud from flowing in, but a tiny trickle still managed to seep in. It tasted foul, and she suppressed the urge to cough or gag, knowing that the moment she opened her mouth, it would be all over for her. The last thing she saw was the gloomy, overcast sky; Tifa pressed her eyes shut as the mud rose even higher and covered the rest of her face. In mere moments, all that remained of the young woman were a few wisps of her hair, and even they too vanished in mere seconds, following the rest of her into the depths of the swamp.

No! This can’t be how it ends!

The surface of the swamp churned and roiled as Tifa, completely engulfed by the mud, kicked and struggled frantically, even as it continued to pull her deeper. Fighting against the grip of the muck that now enveloped her completely, she finally managed to raise her arms above her head. With a final burst of energy, Tifa tried to half-climb, half-swim back to the surface. She could feel herself making slow upwards progress. Her lungs burned. Time was running out. She kicked once more, and her heart leapt as she felt her left hand break the surface. There was still hope! She could still survive this.

But as her hand scrabbled and clawed uselessly at the surface, searching for a firm handhold, yet finding nothing to grab except for more mud that simply melted away as she clutched handful after handful in desperation, Tifa’s hopefulness gave way to despair, as she finally came to terms with the fact that it had all been for naught. She could already feel herself becoming increasingly light-headed. No… please… she thought to herself. This can’t be how it ends. The party needs me…

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As she began to lose consciousness, she could feel her left hand growing limp. She kicked weakly, and her right arm flailed within her goopy prison, but she was unable to bring her right hand to the surface. The pain was agonising. Before Tifa could realise what was happening, she had opened her mouth, as if her oxygen-starved body had finally betrayed her. Mud poured in, filling her mouth, flowing down her throat. She choked, and instinctively tried to spit it out, which only resulted in her inhaling more of the slurry. She panicked and thrashed about in desperation, but she felt herself being pulled deeper again. Her hand, weakly pawing at the surface, began to slip out of sight. Her fingers flexed one last time, moments before they vanished, swallowed up by the swamp once more.

On the verge of blacking out, Tifa’s thoughts fell on Cloud and the rest of the party. Would they ever find out what happened to her? Would they succeed in their mission to stop Sephiroth and save their world? As her struggles faded, Tifa felt her terror being replaced by an eerie sense of peace and calm. It’s all over, she told herself. Visions of the past flashed in her mind - growing up in Nibelheim… the Seventh Heaven Bar… the fall of the Sector 7 plate… then one final vision - Tifa imagined herself in Cloud’s arms, feeling his heart beating against hers. She realised that she was looking at a future that would never be.

Cloud, I’m sorry… Tifa thought to herself, just before she was overcome with a vast sense of… nothing.

The surface of the mud, stirred up by Tifa’s struggles, quivered and shuddered. A flurry of large bubbles rose to the surface and burst in quick succession. Then all was silent and still in the Swamplands once more.

[GTaggert]

Mmmm yes! Great ending to a great story!

[bogbud]

Great take and expansion of Silkies drawing.

Grim end for Tifa , still i do envy her, a bit...
The urge to do another exploration through the swamplands by myself is growing and growing!