Quickmas with Palutena

[Black Clay Lord]

This is my typical Quickmas Story for the year.

However, I decided to change things up.

This is told from my OC's POV instead of my own.

It's part of an experiment I plan on concocting for a while.
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My name is Palutena Socrates. I’m the daughter of the King of the Seas Neptune, Granddaughter of the God of the Seas Poseidon, and resident of Olympus. I was born in a grand city on the undersea continent of Atlantis. I’m a mermaid unsurprisingly. Humans of Atlantis are rare. We outnumber them 10 to 1, but we live in peace with them. I’ve often been told that peace between Olympian humans was impossible, but I proved the nay sayers wrong big time.

Because I married one. My husband is Junichiro Socrates. When I first met him, he was locked in a mission. A mission to bring peace to the Earth forever. I saved his life from certain death, and he saved me. We dated for about 2 to 3 years before he proposed marriage to me, and I was more than happy to be his wife. Ours is not only a special marriage, but it is considered sacred. He ensured there was peace between our two worlds of land & sea respectively.

And overtime, we started raising an immense generation of offspring with half of my DNA, and half of Juni’s. Yes, our family consists of the ½ Mermaid Clan. Juni is their human father, and I’m their mermaid mother. An ordinary family would never be able to have so many children, but we’re not exactly what one would refer to as… Ordinary. After all, as I said: I was born to deities, so that’s a contribution. And Juni? Well, it’s like his stamina is boundless.

But I digress. Perhaps you might not know this, but my favorite holiday ever happens to be Christmas itself. It’s not the giving, it’s not the getting, it’s the loving I enjoy about it. But one Christmas I’ll never forget? It was the one that Juni married me on. I swear, I was happier than a giant clam. It was a dream come true for me. And yet, I’ve always noted that a number of our daughters engaged in what was known as “Quickmas” celebrations. It certainly confused me.

From what I know about it, it seems to involve dressing up in some sort of Santa costume, or maybe an Elf costume, and sink yourself in quicksand while wearing said costumes. It’s…Well, it did not make any sense to me at all. I was baffled almost beyond belief. I had been taught many traditions involving Christmas, but this was inexplicably new to me. But I suppose it was all because I was not into quicksand as much as my husband & many daughters are at first.

Then one day, something in me just kind of clicked in my brain. I saw our daughter Deniz arrive home; caked head to toe in splotches of mud, a perfectly good elf costume almost crying to be cleaned in the washer, as I could tell that while the rivers near such sinking sites are pure & clean, they… don’t exactly do the grandest of jobs cleaning up clothes. Silk maybe, but certainly not many other types of fabric. Believe me, I would most certainly know things like this.

“Where exactly have you been?” I asked Deniz. “Me? I was down by the Marble Mudflats, mom.” Deniz tells me. I knew of these mudflats. They get their name because they appear to have a sort of special colorization that makes them appear like a sort of beautiful marble glazed cake, and in some areas, the mud looked like it was made with millions of glass marbles. At least, that’s what Juni & Camilla told me about them anyway. But I digress.

“And what were you doing down there?” I asked Deniz. “It has to be like 10 degrees Celsius out there today.” Deiz just giggled. “I was just breaking into the Quickmas tradition!” She tells me. I raised a brow, puzzled by what she had just told me. “…This again?” I said. “It really seems like you & your sisters do this every single year.” I tell my daughter. “That’s why it’s traditional.” Deniz says to me, her smile unfading. And I just shook my head in response.

“Dear, dear…” I started. “You coming home like this each December after one of these… sinking shoots you do? I’m surprised you don’t come home with colds.” “Mom, you’re worry too much.” Deniz said, prompting me to cross my arms. “I do believe that as your mother, that’s my job.” I say to her. “Just to be safe, you should get into the hot spring upstairs and have a hot bath.” Deniz just nodded. “I was planning on that anyway.” She said to me, before heading up.

I thought to myself, does all that really sound like fun? Finally, my decision was made. I had enough of hearing of my own flesh & blood performing their own Quickmas films. “I should try this out myself.” I said to myself. To that end, I made my way to the Master Bedroom, where my husband Juni & I sleep, if that weren’t totally obvious. My wardrobe was opened up, and I chose a red & green ball gown to wear. Because what else would I wear for the holiday?

Anyway, I stripped out of the clothes I had on right now but kept the bra & panties I had on still. But I spruced myself up with a pair of nice lacey socks. Just as I was preparing on deciding on either a crinoline, or a bustle, my husband comes in, just as I try my chosen dress to sink in on. His enjoyment of the sight was unmistakable. “Whoa ho, Palutena~.” He says. “You look like a fox’s mother~.” I paused, my gaze on my full body mirror, smirking at his joke.

“Juni,” I say to him. “If you’re trying to say I’m a foxy mama, that’s actually more offensive.” “Right, right.” He said. “You know what I mean. The more offensive one.” He & I just laughed. Anyone else might not take too kindly to this, but I knew he doesn’t mean it one single bit. It’s all good fun, and I enjoy playing along with his antics. That said, he’s certainly not wrong when he says I look good in a dress. You should’ve seen what I wore when we married.

“You’re just the man I wanted to see by the way.” I say to him, spinning around and smiling as I posed in my dress. “Did you plan us a dinner date tonight?" He asked me. “I did not.” I answered. “But that can be arranged later.” At that point, I held up a crinoline, and a bustle. “Anyway, which of these do you think I should wear beneath my skirt?” “Before I answer…” Juni suddenly says. “…What’s the occasion?” He proceeded to ask me, head tilted.

“I’m going to do a Quickmas video.” I tell him. “Our daughters do them often, so I figured I’d do one as well. Unless you already have one planned out later…” Juni smiled. “Well, I was planning to…” He says, before it immediately registered in his head what I told him. “You WHAT?!!?” He suddenly asked, deeply shocked. “What changed, babe?! I thought you weren’t a fan of such things!” I just giggled. “First of all: Calm down, mister.” I tell him right away.

Juni took a breath, and he relaxed himself. “Good.” I say. “All right now, second: I figured it might be a fun thing to do.” Juni just nodded. “Where are you going to do your shoot?” He asked me. “I’m thinking somewhere with deep tidal mud.” I tell him. Juni nodded, understanding what I was getting at. “Now, be a dear and answer my question.” I then say to him. Suddenly, Juni walked straight to my wardrobe and rummaged through it.

“Um, Juni?” I say to him, before he soon turned around, and unveiled one of my puffier petticoats. It looked as if it might’ve had at least 25 layers sewn into it. And admittedly… it did. An accident no less but… My husband didn’t seem to care. He likes seeing ballgowns poofy. And I honestly could not blame him. I like them that way myself. “Shall I wear that instead?” I asked him, although I knew his answer already. Juni nodded, which instantly proved me correct.

Nevertheless, I took the petticoat he chose for me and put it on without hesitation. Then, I put my best seashell bra on over my breasts, and then it was on with the ballgown I had picked. I felt like a very sexy Mrs. Claus in a sense, while Juni was my not-so-fat, but oh-so handsome Santa. “Shall I come with you?” He asks me. I wanted to shake my head, but I knew I needed a cameraman to shoot me as I sank down. “I’d appreciate it.” I tell him, and he nodded in response.

And so, he & I went out. My husband escorted me to the Clay Marsh, a place he knew where lots of tidal mud was plentiful, and he knew that I liked anything that reminded me of my former oceanic home. Some of the tidal mud is made up of clay here, but… That’s why the marsh is called that. Clay is mud after all. My husband led me on a safe path so I wouldn’t get badly stuck before I was to make my debut on the Quickmas scene, and I followed him happily.

I was glad I asked him to come with me. He knew this marsh much better than I did. My legs did end up sinking down in some of the pathway, as did Juni’s. But the clay went no further than our knees. Needless to say, we made it to a nice open tidal area packed with pleasant looking tidal mud. I have to admit though. I was a bit nervous about doing this, but deep down… Part of me was excited. My husband set his camera up, and I moved right into position.

He didn’t need to prompt me to do so, I just kind of did so on instinct. “Are you ready to start?” Juni asks me. I nodded. “Ready.” I say to him, just as he starts to film me. I waved to the camera, putting on a warm smile. “Hello, my name is Palutena Socrates.” I started. “And this will be my first time wishing you all a Merry Quickmas. I hope you enjoy my presentation for it.” I turn away from the camera, proceeding towards the mud that awaited my approach.

The mud was really thick, as I found out when I tested it with a stick strong enough for the job, and the mud was mixed with layers of clay underneath. I proceeded to cross the mud at that point, surmising that it was safe to do so, but I was not prepared for what happened next. As I turned to face the camera, my legs suddenly sank downward. Before I had realized what had happened, I was already up to my thighs in the soft mud. My dress skirts began to fan out some.

I pumped my legs, giving the impression of a half-hearted escape attempt. But really I was merely churning the mud some. It was extremely thick. The air of course filled with the sound of my legs churning the mud, along with the swishing of my dress’s skirts. I would’ve grabbed my leg to try pulling it up, but that instinct never crossed my mind. Probably for the best though… Nevertheless, whether I did so or not was irrelevant in the end anyway as I sank still.

For soon, the mud wrapped itself around my hips, squeezing them in a strong but soft embrace… My skirts had fanned out across the surface big time as well, making me look like a lovely holiday flower so to speak. I could even feel the mud lapping at my butt as I sat there, almost waiting for the mud to sink me some more. Wanting the mud to embrace me some more, I wiggled my hips, softening the mud’s grip. I didn’t think this would work, but it did indeed.

Wiggling, I could feel the mud swallowing me. Inch… By… Inch… My hips slid under completely. The mud hugged my hips tight, and my butt was squeezed as well. I could tell my husband was enjoying the sight. But he behaved himself. As my hips slid into the tightly hugging mud though, my husband & I realized that I was starting to float… It was getting harder to sink… “Seems like you’re floating, baby…” Juni tells me. I just nodded in response to him.

“Juni…” I suddenly started. “I can’t float. I have to get… Deeper.” I proceeded to tell him. He cheered for my motivated behavior. “That’s the spirit!” He exclaimed. Deep under the mud, I pumped my legs, using the mud’s sucking grasp to draw me further down. Along with my skirts as well. With each thrust of my legs, the mud aggressively gulped more of my body into its warm, soft mass. I figured my dress was crying at this point. It was getting awfully caked…

But thankfully my dress is one that is easily cleaned. Nevertheless, the mud soon encompassed my breasts, arcing intense waves of pleasure through my quivering body… I had never felt anything like this before… Not since Juni first took me out to get over my quicksand phobia… “Feels really good right now, doesn’t it?” Juni asks me. I moaned and nodded in response. My quaking body loosened the mud even more, allowing me to slide deeper still…

I was at my chin in no time as a result, but I did not fear. My darling Juni was there. He was not going to leave me, I know he wouldn’t. He’d be in trouble with me if he did. Anyway, my muscles tightened up in ecstasy as the mud started to roll up my face. It was now that I realized that I was… Going… Under… My dress skirts also disappeared as well. There was no light… No sound… Just my body writhing in pure ecstasy in the thick, squeezing mud & clay.

At this stage, an ordinary human’s lungs would start to burn… They would feel themselves getting lightheaded. But I was a mermaid. I did not feel those in minutes. For me, that’d take hours to achieve. I eventually touched the bottom and upon touching down onto it, I proceeded to swim back up to the surface. My arm shot up to the surface. And there, my husband awaited me. He had entered the mud himself, waiting for me to come up to the surface patiently.

Our hands met. It took him a great effort to claw us back to the surface. We stopped however and posed for the camera. I cleared my face, however. “And that, ladies & gentlemen, was my dear wife’s 1st Quickmas shoot.” Said Juni. “I hope you enjoyed each minute. Have a good holiday!” I said, finishing the message. The recording stopped at that point, and it was time to head back & refresh with a nice hot bubble bath… I didn’t know what to expect of this at first.

But… Now that I’ve tried it for myself… I felt obligated to fully get on board the Quickmas tradition. And someday… I’ll do it with my own daughters as well.

Palutena Socrates, Deniz Socrates, Myself: Me