A female, middle age-looking cavewoman huntress stood in the middle of a humid, pre-historic swamp illuminated by the glow of the full moon within the humid night sky. She stands waist deep in brownish-green swamp mud observing a younger, red-headed cavewoman huntress who was close to half her age submerged and struggling to stay afloat in the same swamp mud a few feet away from her in a spot that was noticeably deeper than the position she was standing in. The redhead gurgled and sputtered loudly as she fought in vain to lift her face above the surface and take a lifesaving breath of air. She had so far sunk until only the top of her head and her arms thrashing and reaching for a lifeline were the only body parts visible above the surface and free of the mud’s sucking grasp, and she was continuing to sink downwards while bubbles frothed and popped furiously around her.
“Brrblblblblub plublblblplplb blubblebluplplublbl blblplpblbluplublblb!”
Eya, the older woman standing in the mud, watched the scene before her. She had a full head of long, blond hair that’s the length of her shoulders. She also had fair, light skin that seems to shimmer in the moonlight. Her body was noticeably toned and athletic and had a slight bit of muscle in it formed from decades of surviving in her humid jungle home. The drowning redheaded girl happens to be her partner, Cera, who Eya knew to be foolishly headstrong and reckless.
She had always wondered how Cera was able to survive her coming-of-age trial since she was known for disregarding caution and charging into whatever danger or adversary she faced. This got her into trouble during their hunting several times over, resulting in Eya having to save her from her obvious mistakes. When Eya took Cera as an apprentice, she hoped that she could teach her patience and to always assess her situation before she acted. Her teaching was strict, but always fair. Despite this, Cera seems to relapse back to her old habits at inopportune times, like when she started to give away her position during one of their hunts and attack an obviously alert and protective male ankylosaurus. Eya had to intervene and tackle her before she was gored on one of the beast’s many spikes. Now, as they were about to travel into the swamp to hunt some of the biggest game, Cera decided to run and jump as far as she can into the swamp mud without testing if it was safe to wade through beforehand. It was this point where Eya finally lost her patience with her. After ignoring her advice to tread carefully and jumping into the swamp mud to speed up their approach, Cera got herself stuck in a deep and soft part of the muck where she had no solid ground to stand on to walk or even stop herself from sinking. Eya had prodded the quagmire with her spear earlier to test for solid ground underneath and waded into a firm spot where she only sank waist deep. She had to strip off her clothes beforehand to prevent them from getting dirty. Her huge, size DD boobs were exposed to the jungle air, and her nipples were noticeably wet and shiny in the moonlight. They were also slightly perky from the scene in front of her.
Despite Cera calling out to Eya for help, the latter silently and stoically refused to rescue the former. In her mind, Cera ignored and underestimated the dangers of the swamp, and she was paying for it with her life. She started feeling wet between her legs as she was watching Cera drown and hearing her gargling sounds as she started taking in mud. At this point, Cera’s head had completely submerged, and her arms slowed their thrashing and slipped under the mud, joining the rest of the sunken cavewoman.
“Blbblupublublb blubblblublpluplub blblubblplb plublblubbleblbblblblb…..!”
Eya watched and waited until Cera’s last breath erupted on the mud’s surface in the form of thick bubbles before she was ready to move on and hunt some big game within the swamp’s depths. The deep mud made squishing and slurping noises as Eya pushed through it along a safe path towards her quarry. She continued to probe the mud with the blunt end of her spear to find and avoid deep spots where she could sink under if she was careless. However, she knew this was still not a guaranteed strategy for surviving in this hostile environment. The muddy terrain had a nasty habit of shifting at random times. What was once fully solid ground that would be safe to travel through could become a boggy death trap in the next minute or so. She knew of even some experienced hunters who have drowned in the mud after the surface they travelled through unexpectedly liquified and sucked them down without them having any chance to react and escape.
While Eya continued to poke through the mud for solid ground in front of her, she heard sounds of a dinosaur roaring in distress coming from her right. When she turned to look, she caught sight of an unexpected event: She saw a triceratops who had wandered too far into the swamp mud looking for swamp grass to graze on and got itself stuck and sinking into its quicksand-like grip. Eya started getting that tingling sensation between her thighs again as she watched the creature sink and flail in its unsuccessful efforts to wade back to safety. As she saw it sink up to its head, she felt wet at the anticipation of the creature fully going under and drowning. She stuck her hand deep into the mud to scratch an “itch” between her legs. As the mud started climbing over the creature’s head, it made one last, final roar for help before it fully submerged. Its roar became bubbly as the mud climbed over its mouth and nose. Eya sighed as she watched the surface erupt with massive bubbles as its last breath escaped the drowned creature. Satisfied with the show she got; she kept moving forward to her destination.
Eya reached an area where dinosaurs like to gather to graze on the swamp grass growing within the mud. She observed a few herbivores wade a short distance into the swamp muck to reach plumes of grass that were out of reach from their gathering spot that was one of the few vast pieces of land reaching well above the swamp’s muddy surface. She then observed a stegosaurus devouring a large tuft of grass that was separated from the rest of the pack from a small peninsula poking out from the large landmass. She knew that this would be an easy enough target to take down without alerting the rest. She also knew that the mud surrounding the peninsula on three sides was deep enough that she could go under, but not too deep that she would not be able to resurface if she needed to. She made a plan to use some grass stalks to bait the stegosaurus and then strike up close once the dino came closer to graze on them. All the while, she would use the deep mud to conceal herself as she approached the dinosaur’s position. Eya gathered some grass stalks from a tuft located next to her and interleaved them into her full blonde hair, then proceeded to move forward and wade into the deep mud. She watched her huge tits submerge into the muck, and then her shoulders slipped in afterward. Once the mud reached up to her chin, Eya took a deep breath before the mud climbed over her mouth, nose, and finally, her head as she took a few more steps forward. She made sure to hide her spear under the mud with her as well. Once she was fully submerged, she tried to walk straight forward towards the dinosaur’s general location as much as possible. Without the ability to see while submerged in the swamp mud, her sense of direction was greatly limited. She moved forward as much as she could until she stopped in a spot where she believes she would be within easy reach of the dinosaur’s mouth. Her grass stalks interleaved in her hair sticking out of the mud within its sight.
There, Eya waited for the dino to take the bait. She made sure to try to keep her air in as much as possible and to avoid releasing air bubbles that could give herself away. When not hunting or doing other important stuff to survive, Eya liked to practice her breathholding skills when underwater or in quicksand. She had to learn how to force her body to delay its natural urge to breathe solely through sheer willpower and to keep her lips as tightly sealed as possible to avoid losing too much air. Still, her lungs were already starting to ache as she kept still underneath the mud and the dinosaur still hasn’t taken notice of her grassy lure within its reach. She kept her spear in a ready position for when the stegosaurus would eventually be in range as it grazed on her grass stalks. As her body was about to force Eya to surface to take a breath of air, she felt the dino pulling on the grass stalks in her hair. With the dino in her range, she finally rose out of the mud at a fast pace that caught the creature off guard and planted her spear right in its neck. It hit the right spot where the dino’s jugular vein is located and the creature bucked and thrashed as it started bleeding out from the grievous wound in its neck. The force of the dino’s rearing pulled Eya out of her position in the mud with a loud, bubbling slurp, and she used her momentum to climb on top of the dino’s head to make several more stabs in its neck. The cavewoman huntress was fully caked in brownish-green swamp muck from head to toe, and the force of her stabbing into the dino’s jugular caused a geyser of blood to gush out of the wound and spray her completely in red on top of that. As the dino weakened from the massive loss of blood, its movements slowed until it finally fell forward fully dead and planting its head completely into the deep mud. The momentum from the dinosaur’s fall to the ground caused Eya to lose her grip on the spear fully penetrated in the dinosaur’s neck and fling her back into the deep mud several feet away from solid ground. She landed in the mud with a wet splat and was instantly back up to her breasts in the quagmire.
While Eya started sinking as she settled into the mud, she shifted her body around to face the dead dinosaur and her spear lodged in its neck. She slowly took a few steps pushing through the mud until she suddenly felt the thin ground liquify under her weight. Without warning, she suddenly fell through the thin layer and sank up to her neck. Eya gasped and sputtered as she struggled to stay afloat and she could only feel soft viscous mud that didn’t allow her any purchase.
“GASP COUGH COUGH ARGH! GAAA! COUGH COUGH *GASP!”
Eya felt herself sinking further as the mud reached up to her chin and the suction threatened to swallow her whole. She took one last breath of air before the mud climbed over her mouth and her nose and she was fully sucked under the surface. Eya reached and clawed through the mud attempting to swim back up to the surface, but the suction easily overpowered her, and her arms grew tired and slowed their movements.
As she continued sinking into the depths, she could feel herself getting wet between her legs again. Somehow, she was starting to feel aroused at knowing the possibility that she was going to drown in quicksand. She had always had a thing for watching creatures sink and succumb to quicksand, but now that she was starting to experience the same fate, her feelings were a hundred times more intense. As she felt her lungs start to burn for air, she brought a hand down between her legs to ride out this feeling until the end. Eya continued her self-pleasure until she felt her body heave to force herself to breathe. It was then she finally orgasmed as her last breath forced its way out of her body and float towards the surface of the swamp muck. On the surface, Eya’s last breath frothed on the surface as thick, muddy bubbles and filled the air with sounds of popping and bubbling until they slowed down and finally ceased. The environment filling back up with the sounds of crickets, frogs, and other wildlife once again.
The End