Priestess on Pelos II (R)

[Black Clay Lord]

A little something I did for Quicksand Day. Or rather...

One of four somethings. If I don't make it...

I'll just count this, and whatever else I get done.
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Rosalina Socrates was asleep aboard the Golden Skydragon, dreaming. What was she dreaming about? Why, she was dreaming about having a wonderful sink of course. As she slept in cryostasis, she was dreaming about a certain planet: The Clay planet Pelos II. She had heard about it from her other sisters, she had since fantasized about it. Claytopia has its perks about it, yet there was something much more about Pelos II that allured the 1/2 Mermaids to it.

Even so, Rosalina slept on as she dreamed of the planet. She dreamed of entering its endless sea of clay, sinking into its bottomless depths, falling under its spell, and overall just having the grandest time of her life on the planet itself. Quietly she dreamed still, until a voice spoke up. "Cryostasis time ending in 3... 2... 1." It said. That would be the ship's computer. "Cryostasis shut down complete." It then went onto say, waking Rosalina up from her sleep.

"Mm... Metal... Metal Combat..." Rosalina mumbled. "H-Huh?" She soon sat up, rubbing her eyes. Needless to say that she was not too happy about being woken up. Yet her annoyance was about to change into happiness, as the computer had a message that Rosalina was hoping to hear soon anyway. "We'll soon be entering Pelos II's atmosphere." It proceeded to say, then showing an estimated ETA of 10 minutes. Rosalina looked out the cock pit.

She could see it. The great planet Pelos II itself. "This is it?" Rosalina asks happily. "Oh my gods, I can't wait..." She proceeds to say, getting into a sort of sexual frenzy, just thinking of how that clay will squeeze her body as she inevitably sinks into it. Yet Rosalina was quick to get a hold of her senses. Rosalina then sat back down in the chair of the ship, steering the ship properly so that she may find a good place to land later. Even so, she seriously could not wait.

Her absolute mudlark was in high gear, the thought of being in so much clay was making her excitable. Yet, she kept her cool all the same. The ship eventually made it past an asteroid belt, and it got closer to Pelos II. In time, the ship was closing in on the planet. "Entering the atmosphere in t-minus 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1." The computer said, just as the Golden Skydragon lets loose a burst of energy that sent it rocketing towards the planet itself.

The ship entered the atmosphere, and Rosalina held on tightly as she felt the turbulence from the atmosphere itself. "I wish I had a comfier ride than this!!" She exclaimed. But, pretty soon, the bumpy ride was over, and the Golden Skydragon made a soft exit, and now flew through the skies of Pelos II. Rosalina looked down at the planet's surface. She was in awe at what she was seeing. Of solid, there was barely a sign. It was majorly white clay.

Rosalina's heart pounded against her chest, her breath became short pants, her face flushed redder than a beet, and she was feeling extremely hot. Rosalina decided that she was not going to sink herself in her robes. Instead, she got up, set the ship on autopilot to find a good landing spot, and went to the ship's wardrobe to pick a swimsuit to wear for her impending sink instead. She did not take long to find the swimsuit she wished to sink in.

"I hadn't worn this one in a while." Rosalina says, pulling out a Thoha Chozo bikini. "Not since that fiasco on Tallon IV at least." What that fiasco might've been, Rosalina doesn't elaborate on, but she entered the changing booth on the ship, and off came her shirt, shorts, bra, panties... Everything. She then changed into her chosen bikini soon after and stepped out in her swimsuit, just in time for the ship to have found a suitable spot to make a safe landing.

Rosalina looked down, seeing a small island of sorts that dipped into what could only be described as constantly flowing clay. Rosalina permits the ship to land at this spot. And the ship landed on a good solid chunk, allowing Rosalina to disembark. Rosalina looked upon the massive ocean of white clay before her, staring in awe at the very sight before her very eyes. "Claytopia pales in comparison to this..." Rosalina said, but did she mean it? Probably not.

Rosalina however, did not hesitate to start moving to the clay, walking right atop its soft thick viscous mass. The clay squished between Rosalina's toes very easily, and she was all here for that. But, as she ventured further, the clay at long last claimed Rosalina's feet after she walked 10 paces into the clay. Rosalina blushed. "It got a hold of me..." She said, but then smiled. "Good... Down we go..." She then sighs, bliss washing over her as she slowly sinks.

As she sinks, Rosalina takes note of the bubbles constantly popping around her. She figured that might've entered a volcanic spot, and she was soon proven right as a good sized mud volcano entered her sights. But Rosalina could not approach it. Not that she had plans to do so anyway... She was happy with the spot she was in right now, and didn't want to move anyway. Plus, even if she could move, the clay had a firm vice-like grip on her legs.

The clay rolled up Rosalina's calves nice & slowly. Rosalina's blush never faded even for a minute either. Rosalina's body was already starting to feel hot from ecstasy, and that pleasure would only get higher. Before Rosalina knew it, she was already up to her knees in the soft & sticky clay. Remaining motionless, she could feel the clay slowly solidify around her legs, but the bubbles prevented the clay from having too much of a grip on Rosalina, if possible.

Rosalina pumped her legs, wanting to work herself a tad deeper into the clay. The clay wrapped around her thighs as they slowly slid down into the thick mass, essentially gulping more of her body in the process. "Gods, this is so good..." Rosalina moaned out, almost falling under the spell of the planet's embrace. Rosalina tried lifting one of her legs, but found she could not now. The clay sported a great grip on her legs, and she was absolutely in love with it, too.

Soon, Rosalina was now sitting at butt deep. Shamelessly, Rosalina rubbed the clay onto her plump buttocks sensually, finding herself enraptured a little more by the clay of the planet. "I think my bikini bottom's in the way..." She says, untying the strings to her bottom, ripping it off almost immediately after, and tossing her bottom behind her. Now that she was exposed to the elements of the planet more, Rosalina's blush deepened more so than usual.

This was coupled by the fact that the clay was squeezing her hips in a strong, but soft embrace. Rosalina's hand nearly got in between her legs, but she kept it away. The clay was touching her there anyway. Needless to say that Rosalina wanted the clay to embrace her more, so she wiggled her hips, softening the clay's grip on her, but also made it bubble more. "Oh my, am I making this a muddy Jacuzzi?" She asks herself, before shrugging & kept on wiggling.

Wiggling, she felt the clay swallow her more. Inch by inch, the priestess sank deeper & deeper into the clay. Eventually though, Rosalina started to realize that she was starting to float. It was getting harder to sink. Rosalina did not want to float though. "I have to get... Deeper...!" She gasped. Beneath the clay, she pumped her legs, using the clay's sucking grasp to draw herself further down. The desire to keep sinking until under was strong in Rosalina still.

With each thrust of her legs, the clay aggressively gulped more of the priestess down into it warm, soft, viscous mass. Now Rosalina was at her breasts. She stopped pumping her legs, and proceeded to remove her bikini top and toss it aside as well. "I need to feel this on more of my flesh...!" Said Rosalina, as she tosses her bikini top to the wayside. Now that she was completely naked, she was at the full mercy of Pelos II itself, and resistance was futile.

To that end, Rosalina started rubbing her breasts without hesitation. And boy howdy, did she pay a price for that. The pleasure in her body was high enough as it is, but by doing this, Rosalina had just pushed that level even higher. She was really feeling the effects of the clay of Pelos II now. Unable to contain herself, Rosalina moaned, groaned, and panted in pure pleasure. And that pleasure was only going to continue to build more & more from there, too.

The clay started to swallow & encompass her breasts, arcing intense waves of pleasure through Rosalina's quivering body. "So... so... good...!" She moaned, panting all the same. Her quaking body also loosened the clay even more, allowing her to slide even deeper still, resting at her chin in no time at all, tongue rolled out to show just how deeply seduced she was by the planet. Her muscles tightened in ecstasy as the clay started to roll up her face soon enough.

It was now that Rosalina realized that she was going under. And go under, she did. At first, there was only her ponytail, but even that was swallowed up soon enough. For Rosalina, there was no light... No sound... Just her body writhing in near orgasmic ecstasy in the thick, soft, squeezing clay. Eventually, Her lungs started to burn... She could feel herself getting lightheaded. Rosalina eventually shot up to the surface after assuming mermaid form to swim up.

There was no way she was going to drown here! None of her sisters had drowned on Pelos II, and Rosalina refused to be the first. It took her almost an eternity, but as she picked up her discarded bikini, she clawed her way back to the ship. The ship opened up, and Rosalina returned to her human form and boarded the ship, cleaning up in the wash station located close by. "Set course for home." She tells the computer, and it immediately obliges to the command.

Rosalina got properly dressed once again and had the ship leave Pelos II. She certainly had a fun time sinking in the clay, and as she looked back down upon it as it left her sight slowly, she decided she would be doing this again. But next time, with someone else. Who that might be, is a mission for another time.

Rosalina Socrates: Me