Stuck in the New World (fem, erotic, peril, non-fatal, 1st post, ongoing..?)

[bruvathu]

This is my first time posting anything on here, and also my first time posting anything I've ever written, so please let me know if anybody actually likes this and I might write some more. This is also one of my older pieces, as I haven't had the energy to really write anything as of late, so expect a few errors as I really couldn't be bother to rewrite most of it. That being said, please enjoy! I'd greatly appreciate any feedback (again - my first post, so pls lmk if i got anything like the tags or formatting wrong, thank you!)


Chapter 1 - Wet in the Wildspire

Many hunters came to the New World out of that oh so familiar thirst for adventure. The thrill of the fight that calls to a hunter’s heart. I was one of them. Julia Mayweather of the fifth fleet, I came here with big dreams of even bigger hunts. But as I meandered aimlessly through the Wildspire Waste, the sun relentlessly assaulting my forehead, I realized there was going to be a lot less action hero badassery in this adventure than I hoped. “Seven down, Four to go,” I muttered to myself as I counted my collection of Bauble Cacti. Hunts are always more fun with friends but I never felt myself in more dire need of friends then I did now thanks to the unrelenting boredom and sun exposure this quest entailed. I knew it would be hot today and picked some more lightweight armor, but even in my (slightly-more-revealing-than-I’d-like) Kulu-Ya-Ku Armor, the heat was getting unbearable. I wandered on anyways, my vision slowly blurring. My self pity abruptly ended when I tripped and fell flat on my face. Snorting sand out of my nose, I slowly pushed myself up only to collapse again. Stumbling back onto my feet, I took a few breaths before my eyes adjusted and I saw hope: water. Sweet, glorious water! A second wind filled my lungs as I charged towards it - as I got closer, I realized it was a shallow series of rivers, with swaying lavender flowers bursting from the seams of the braided streams.
I leapt into the water’s cool embrace, the instantaneous relief I felt in the water was utter bliss. I must’ve spent hours just floating there. I hope they don’t need this delivery too soon, I thought to myself, lazing around until I finally noticed the sun starting to float down to the horizon. I stepped out of the water feeling like a massive weight had been lifted off my shoulders, but I immediately realized a much bigger weight had been added to my legs. The large, baggy pants of my Kulu Armor were absolutely soaked. Damnit, did I seriously forget to take these off beforehand? I struggled my way out of my pants, lugging them over my shoulders. It took only one look at the heat-haze stricken dunes for me to commit to the wetter route, and set off to wade through the water downriver. As I continued, the intertwining streams fanned out into a wide floodplain. A large herd of Apceros drank at the riverside, Helmcrabs scuttled in the undergrowth, and Revoltures perched on the shriveled trees of the waste. The water was just the right temperature and only around thigh height. The soft riverbed was in such contrast to the rough sands of the desert, I was just befuddled by the contrast between the two environments. As I was distracted, A piercing roar shattered the sky.
A Pink Rathian swooped down faster than a shadow and landed with an ear shattering thunderclap of its wings! The Apceros herd quickly scrambled into a defensive position, but luckily for them, my luck had just run out. The garrish wyvern turned towards me and snarled, embers flying out of its mouth like a woodfire oven. It charged towards me with a vicious roar, tearing through the otherwise scenic purple field. I dove face first into the water to avoid being creamed by the speeding reptile, which had already pivoted back towards its quarry. Enraged at my interrupted spa day and awash with adrenaline, I scrambled towards the bank, shouting, “C’mon big girl, I’m sure there’s plenty of prey out here with more meat on their bones than me!” Clambering onto dry land, I grabbed my Bowgun and immediately started loading in some spread ammo. I raised the barrel up to fire, but the wyvern was too fast. It feigned a charge only to take swing and sweep its tail across the floor. The barbed spines that lined its tail sliced right through the thin fabrics of my Kulu armor, sending me flying into the water. There’s no way that hit didn’t leave me poisoned. Shit. I need to find some antidote herbs fast. Struggling to my feet against the water current, I knew this was a fight I was not prepared for. “Eat shit asshole!” I barked in defiance, loading a dung pod into my slinger and taking aim. It reared up as if to roar a response, but a dung pod to the face and it seriously reconsidered opening its mouth. Rubbing its face in the rushing water, I took my opportunity to flee downstream. Diving down a small waterfall, the Pink Rathian loosed one final ball of flame at me, narrowly missing.
I layed down in the mud for just a moment to hear its receding wing beats slowly fade away. I quickly got up to my feet, I was on a serious time crunch thanks to the venom now coursing through my veins. I started my search for an antidote herb with a quick look around, but none were in sight. I decided to follow the water downstream, if this plant’s gonna be anywhere, I’d bet it’d be near the only water for miles, I thought. It surprisingly didn’t take me long to find it, just ten minutes in I was lucky enough to spot it just beneath a short crag. It was on the edge of a large bog, with just enough water on the surface that it could be confused for a pond. Only three steps in and my left leg sunk down to my calf in the thick mud. “Ugh, yuck. Could this day get any worse,” I muttered to myself, “aren’t I lucky to have already taken off my pants.” I stumbled and waded my way through the dark brown muck, slowly growing more drowsy from the venom. By the time I reached the antidote herb, I had already sunk down to my thighs. Snatching the leaves off the shrub, I quickly get to work grinding it into a paste with my field crafting tools. I must’ve gotten pretty occupied with it, because by the time I finished and took my first swig, I heard some sort of slurping, slipping, slimy sound. I nearly choked when I turned around and saw a massive lump oozing through the muck towards me. Had I still been in the desert heat, I would’ve assumed it was a hallucination, but the rippling water at my legs was far too real for that.
Dumbfounded by the slithering earth, I didn’t even process the undulating form slowly taking shape from the muck, nor did I notice the distinctive pair of fins that now jutted through its surface. In an instant, the ground took flight - lunging towards me in an amalgam of scales, teeth, and mud. It was a Jyuratodus - even through the flying muck and sediment, its piscine form was unmistakable. Without even registering the threat, my legs instinctively kicked me out of the way, sending me sliding back mere inches away from where its jaws made landfall. We both simply stood there for a moment, before it roared with outrage at the insult of my defiant struggle. It dove towards me in an attempted bite but I jumped out of the way. I landed in the mud and struggled to get into any sort of a defensive position before it charged headfirst at me, knocking me into the crag wall. Just as I was catching my breath, it once again opened its jaws wide in an attempt at my life. I rolled out of the way from getting chomped myself, but it’s snaggle teeth got caught on my Kulu armor. It snagged the back of my shirt and the Piscine Wyvern began to drag me deeper into the mud. With one jerk of its head it tore my top off entirely, leaving me nearly naked apart from the mud that caked my skin. I scrambled around to grab a dung pod, but my satchel was still lying helplessly next to the antidote herb. Just as I got to my feet, it belched out two giant globs of mud. One landed a few feet away from me while the other was a direct hit. It was a pale whitish-brown and incredibly sticky, dripping down and slowing my movement speed to a literal crawl.
The mud was so heavy it felt like I was wearing two layers when I wasn’t even wearing enough to say I had one. Crawling like an Andangler, I was barely able to make any progress as the constant barrage of mud continued to batter me. I finally reached the bag after second after agonizing second of struggling against my own weight. I plunged my hand into the bag and immediately recognized the firm cloth I kept wrapped around my dung pods and loaded it into my slinger. Panicking, I loaded up and retaliated with a flurry of returning fire. With all of the brown being slung, it was a challenge to even see if one of my hits made contact, but the enraged roar of the Jyuratodus followed by slowly diminishing sounds of slurping and sliding gave me the hint I needed. My head flopped back, the stress of an unprepared battle finally starting to dissipate. Note to self: even the mud here fights back… or what’s in it anyways. Damn it, how could I be so stupid! Then the guilt set in. I’m an A-lister for Goodness sake! You gotta stay on your toes or you'll never survive out here Julia!
I stewed in my self loathing for a minute, tossing the remaining dung pods as far as my unwilling arms could carry them. It was only then when I realized the slurping sounds hadn’t seemed to stop. Though the sounds were coming from a different direction now, and were far closer. Right beneath me in fact. I pushed it to the back of my mind and reached for my dung pods, but I just couldn’t reach them. I tried to get up but I just… couldn’t. That’s when I looked down and realized my legs had disappeared beneath the mud. I gasped when I realized just what that slurping sound was. While the Jyuratodus could manipulate the mud like a spoon through jello, my toned legs had the effectiveness of a toothpick. Despite fending off the Jyuratodus, its trap had already been set in motion and the hunter was now the prey. Kicking and squirming, I now finally felt the mud sucking me down. My body ironically felt like the stress of a ticking timer while the sands of the hourglass crawled up my thighs. Only this time warm, soft, with a cool and refreshing sensation growing the deeper my toes slipped. I felt through my bag for anything that could help, but all I could pull out of decent size was my carving knife. The muck must have seeped into the bag, because the tip and handle was already muddied. However, as I stared into the flat of the blade, I saw my own face reflected back, almost… blushing.
I doubted it at first, confused and unwilling to believe it, but once I sunk to my crotch it was all but confirmed. I liked it. The way it followed my shape, my every curve and even the folds of my shredded armor… the way it jealously clung to every surface it was given, be it cloth or skin… it was all so much. My mind was racing with the thought of it, but my train of thought ground to a halt when the mud slipped through my panties. A single, loan, animalistic moan escaped my mouth. It was so loud I half expected the Jyurato’ to hear it, but the pent emotions I tried to hold back had finally escaped. And with the floodgates broken, the next wave was soon to come. Again I gasped, closing my eyes in pleasure. I knew I couldn’t hold it back now. I reached my shaking hands into the mud, attempting to steady myself against my own body’s now rhythmic struggles. My hands easily slipped beneath the surface, clenching into fists as I squished the goo like a lover’s hands. My breathing deepened, my heartbeat soaring to speeds higher than that of the previous battle. My rhythmic struggling now collapsed into awkward hip thrusts. I only served to accelerate my descent, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t, my mind was filled with thoughts of nothing more than lust and satisfaction. “Oh… ahhh… ohhhhhh, maaa-ha-hannn…” I stammered, slowly building myself up as my hand slipped down my stomach. It overshot its destination, but just brushing against it sent spasms up my body. I didn’t even have the composure for a proper tease, diving in and thrusting relentlessly.
My juices were spirting out all over, but the mud flooded into me before they could escape. My left hand slithered up to my breasts, tearing off what remained of my kulu armor and groping. I was left slack jawed, my tongue limply drizzling sticky saliva onto my tits. The quicksand cared not for my indignant sputters, slurping and licking at every inch of skin it could reach. The slurry climbed up past my belly button, the thoroughly churned marshlands hungrily swallowing everything below my jiggling breasts. My saliva drenched boobs had devoured their appetizer, and the final course was teetering on arrival. As the thick muck tickled the bottom of my tits, I had climaxed. The mud was so thick that only my moans and grunts remained as evidence of my predicament. The mud rose to cup my breasts, sending me finally over the edge. My jerking head was soon the only part sticking out of the sinkhole, my face and hair already splattered with swamp water. It was only when I reached my chin that I fell from my trance and realized my danger. The restraining mud kept me aroused, but I finally took in the amount of danger I was in. Arms stuck at my side, I wriggled around in an attempt to look for anything I could use to get out. Then, I spotted a glint of luck from the corner of my eye. A wedge beetle, slowly scuttling up a dead tree while it flashed its shell open and closed. We hunters used them as a clutch for our grapple thanks to their strong grip, and I knew it was likely my only way out. The process of shifting and struggling to get my arm out of the mud had sunk me down to my chin, my slinger barely able to be made out against the dripping slop.
I fiddled to get my clutch claw out and aimed a longshot at the beetle. The zip of the rope ended with an annoying splash as it landed just short of the target. My lifeline was just too short. Refusing to give up, I reeled in the claw aimed again. My head tipped up as my ears went under, slowly waiting for the beetle to unknowingly clamber into range. Slipping beneath the surface, I took one last gulp for air and disappeared into the earth. I sat in wait, holding my breath for as long as I could and hoping the bug was in range. Just as my lungs screamed for air and my wriggling ceased, I fired. The vibrations clued me in to my success when it fell slack for a second, only to pull taught immediately after. The emotional roller coaster could finally end as I was pulled from the quicksand inch by inch, the mud still coating me from hair to toe. I crawled through the mud with help from the clutch claw, finally releasing the beetle when I reached the edge. I knew I couldn’t return to Astera in this state, with swamp mud as my only covering and erect nipples peeking through. So I started my trek to the nearest camp, and hoped the Handler wasn’t there to greet me.