Petunica: Hidden Feelings (author: ptddddd)

I didn’t really expect to find much of anything on this, uhh… let’s just call it an ‘excursion’ for now. I’ve been staying at the Great Swamp for basically a couple of weeks now. I feel like I’ve been going to the same places each day, as well. The same excursions to the Northern Peat Bogs, the Central Peat Bogs, the Mangrove Swamp, wherever the Bogsweeper surveys take Danica and me. There are a few times, like today, where I just get to be alone in the swamp, able to be accompanied by my own thoughts. No tour guides praddling on about where to go, where not to go, what will kill me out here, what won’t kill me, lots of things that are just basic common sense that most people supposedly just lack, I guess. Huh. Maybe I should be a tour guide! I mean, when I give presentations at NatureLight, I’ve been told that I’m really good at them.

Speaking of Danica, as much as I’ve enjoyed her company, I feel like I don’t know her as well as I’d like to. She’s always very kind and polite, if a little teasing. Usually, when we weren’t working, we’d go out for drinks at the cantina. Even still, I never really got to learn more about her. She’s never even told me about her life before visiting the Great Swamp, let alone why she came here in the first place. Meanwhile, I’ve practically told her almost everything about why I came to the Great Swamp… Am I revealing too much to her? Should I not have told her as much as I have? Clearly, my behavior around Danica is too much of a contrast for me to brush it off as ‘getting to know her.’ Maybe there’s something about her that’s different. Something that I… well… want to… explore? Maybe… shit… I really don’t know… maybe she knows that one of these days I’ll have to leave the Great Swamp, and maybe she doesn’t want to burden me by getting too close…

I… I… I can’t even think right now. It’s so damn hot in this swamp, even under the shade of the trees; I feel like I’m just coated in warm, sticky sweat. Gross, but it did rain a lot last night. Kept me awake for most of it, too. Sitting down on the ground to catch my breath, I find myself in for a surprise when ‘PLOP’, my ass ends up caked in the loose, wet muck. Instinctively, I sit back up, looking down at my wet pants, which dripped loose, goopy muck down my bright, blue jeans, landing next to my heels on the ground. Ugh… maybe those guides had a point when it came to their rambling about exploring the swamp alone.

Even though I never said a word aloud since waving goodbye to Professor Twostone on my way out of the camp’s western gate, my throat was feeling dry from the constant walking. I grabbed my silver water bottle from my black backpack, hoping to keep myself from being parched. Taking a sip, I found the water still frigidly cold, the rattling of the ice shards inside filling me with confidence that I wouldn’t have to deal with useless lukewarm water.

Putting my bottle back in the outside pocket, I continued down the muddy trail, careful not to get my shoes stuck as I wandered into an area less shaded by the trees, where the reeds grew taller and taller. Even worse, the muck was getting harder and harder to move in, making loud squelching noises with each step I took. I considered turning back when~

I froze, as I knew exactly whose voice it was, crying for help: Danica. Yet still, as much as I wanted to try and see if I could help her, I stopped myself before I could take another step. Something was holding me back from doing the right thing, and I didn’t exactly know why…

Oh, dear… as soon as she said the word ‘quicksand’, my heart began racing, and my breathing became more rapid. Something primal was awakening in me as I tried to stop myself from succumbing to my lust, my… fetish. Ugh… get a grip, Petunia! I snuck through the tall reeds, making sure not to make any sounds that would attract Danica’s attention as I followed her voice through the rustling of the sharp reeds. Eventually, I found her as I hid behind a thick bush, watching her from behind. I almost let out a gasp when I noticed that she was fucking naked, butt-deep in the black, smushy peat! God, I need to stop myself. If I get too worked up now, she’ll notice me, and I’ll have no choice but to rescue her. How boring! At first, I only watched as her thick, sweaty rump wiggled back and forth, the mush she was trapped in slowly sucking on it, devouring it… fuck… fuck her for being so sexy! Acting as if I was no longer in control of my body, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, opened the camera app, and pressed record. As totally fucked up as it was just to watch her sink while she was screaming for help, I couldn’t find it in me to pass up this opportunity. I just… what if I never see her again when I go back home, and this is the only proof to me that she existed… I… God… I just need… I just need to calm down. If I so much as breathe too loudly, my cover is blown. The only things keeping me from being spotted are these thick reeds, which I have to keep out of the way of my phone’s camera lens. Oh, shit… what if my phone goes off… nope, not gonna think about it. I just… fuck… look at Danica’s sweet ass…

I softly licked my lips as I watched Danica’s generous rump slowly disappear into the peat. In an attempt to get herself free, she leaned forward while plunging her hands into the firm but sticky earth in front of her. In most cases, that totally wouldn’t work, but hey, props to her for trying. Every tiring movement she made towards escaping the maw of the peat pit was accompanied by grunts and moans, as it took every bit of strength she had to… yeah, bullshit. Danica claims she can escape quicksand on her own just fine, but I’m still way stronger than her. Hell, just even watching her try to escape makes it all the more exciting, with how doomed she is to fail.

Just as I predicted, Danica was totally stuck in the mire, on all fours. Her mud-caked butt barely rose above the mound of peat burying it, shaking up and down as if she was twerking, all too desperately to free herself from the bog’s grip. Mmmmm… seeing her frantic movements, her huffed, panicked moans, God… I can’t believe this is actually real… to think I’m actually enjoying this… I feel so evil… but the fact that this is entirely unscripted, without her notice, without her… ugh… I don’t even want to think about it; I just want to watch her sink… I don’t care if she goes under or if she gets out; well, maybe if she went under that’d be cool. I do have a rope I could use. Ugh, Petunia, don’t distract yourself… She’s down to about her ribcage, still struggling to free her arms.

The peat around her is making waves with each of her impulsive movements. She hasn’t given up, which is good. Danica’s never one to simply roll over and die, which I can’t say is true for… oh shit… she’s turning her head back toward me, fuck! Without thinking, I stop recording, hiding myself within the reeds. Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit. I don’t want to know if she’s still looking back at me. All I can hear is her panicked breaths, and the peat sloshing with every frantic turn of her cemented, naked form.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Just for that, I won’t save her right away. I’ll just sit here, waiting for her to go under. Take that, Danica!

Danica’s really testing my patience here. My cover is like, 60% blown at this point. I don’t say 100 because she probably only heard the rustling of the reeds behind her, and must have- wait… how could she have put together that it was a person behind, well… you know what, props to her. There’s like, no wind today whatsoever. Ugh… what do I do… do I save her now? She’s already suspicious of someone watching her…

Taking a deep breath, I realize this whole recording someone while they’re not looking isn’t going to work now. Concedingly, I carefully step forward through the sharp reeds, making sure not to get any sharp cuts on the way, as I reveal myself to the breast-deep sinking woman. I try not to make any obvious reactions as I gaze at the distressed redhead, her peat-caked arms lying on the surface of the morass in an attempt to keep herself afloat.

Danica reaches behind her with one of her mud-coated arms, beckoning me to grab it and pull her out. She probably thinks that I can just yank her out without trouble, but if I do that, I’d just be stuck in that bog as well… which… well… may not be a bad thing… ugh… fuck me!

I feel so dumbfounded that I can’t even form a complete sentence, as I try to meander my way around the edge of the wet, goopy morass next to the reeds so I could be right in front of Danica. It seemed like even they were trying to get me to fall in when, aw, shit… I didn’t even occur to me that I still had my phone in my hands, and that my backpack was… somewhere… ugh… I put my phone in my pocket before stepping into the squishy muck. Knee-deep, and she was still too far for me to reach her with my bare hands. Jeez. It seemed like Danica’s chosen escape route was doomed from the start. Still, it was kind of too late for me to get any of my other stuff. Cautiously taking a step forward, well, it wouldn’t matter how careful I was; I quickly sank down to crotch-depth. Meanwhile, Danica was now down to shoulder-depth, the dark muck supposedly having gotten looser from all the struggling she was doing before.

Ugh… focus, Petunia! Think… think… I look to my right, seeing that some of the reeds I knocked over while scooting across were tipped over, hanging over the looming mire. I grabbed the bundle of reeds with my right hand, taking Danica’s hands with my left, and pulled, using all the strength I had to haul both of us toward the edge of the bubbling bog. At first, I crawled out, planting myself on the bog’s edge as I quickly pulled Danica’s naked, sweaty body out with me, letting her crawl out onto solid(ish) ground, using her remaining strength before collapsing on the wet, firm dirt, her entire body from her chin downward caked in a coat of wet, goopy muck. Mmmmm… I almost want to take a quick picture before I… shit… she looked at me, with my phone in my hand. Fuck… wait… she’s just… looking at the sky, I think… I put my phone back in my pocket; hopefully she didn’t see me with my phone in my hand, as I sat down on the edge of the bog next to her. My filthy jeans pressed against her peat-coated, bare hips. God… I… every time I see her naked, I just… fuck… those deep, red lips… those blue eyes, just like sparkling, crystal clear water. Yeah, I’m not good with metaphors, but that’s beside the point.

Despite that, however, I felt like I needed a way to get Danica fully off the idea that I was stalking her. It would have probably been better not to push the matter, but still, I couldn’t help myself. She was just too beautiful, and seeing her macabre struggle, her desperate attempts to escape the jaws of the bog… I… fuck me… I needed to see her go under one way or another, even if I had to go down with her… After all, I wasn’t afraid to get a little dirty… plus… to feel her lips on mine, her muffled moans as we pressed our sweaty, naked forms against each other. I… I didn’t know why… but I needed it…

At first, Danica doesn’t even say a word. Oh, shit… did I piss her off? Whoops… I… oh, dear God… no… no, Petunia, it’s alright… maybe she… well, she just looked over at the bog, presumably refusing to… oh, what the hell… as far as I know, I’m the only one between us with the actual sinking kink. A ‘skink’? Heh…

Damn… I was… oh, my God… this is… even better than I expected! I… don’t know what to say… and the fact that I won’t know when she’ll rescue me, if at all. Oh, my God! What if she doesn’t save me at all?! Fuck… that would be even better… nnnnghh… I can’t control myself… well… I didn’t exactly want her to know how excited I really was, but… God… I… I hope this is a recurring thing. Ooh! We can say we’re going on Bogsweeper expeditions, when I ‘accidentally’ stumble into a bog, and Danica ‘hesitates’ to rescue me… heck yes! Now, granted, we can’t exactly do these roleplays forever, at least not in the same way, and, obviously, if things go too far, I’ll make sure to call it quits before things get too out of hand. Quickly standing up, I brush off the muck from my pants before… wait… I gotta ask…

Instead of giving me an answer, Danica stumbles behind me in the squelching muck, pushing me in towards the bog’s center. Well, alrighty, then, I certainly wasn’t expecting that… especially since my phone was still in my pocket when she pushed me in. Oh, well. My phone has survived a mud bath or two back home, to my amazement. However, a mud-buried phone was the least of my concerns now… that naked redhead pushed me into the peat bog, causing me to slip down to about waist-deep. I was stuck tight in the mire, as I attempted to turn myself around to face the naked vixen, the thick, black ooze squelching with each of my helpless squirms.

Danica only giggled in response as she played with the mud around her feet. She then turned to- wait… what the hell is she doing?! Is she… no… what the… she’s walking through the reeds away from the bog, presumably toward… I don’t know, to go skinny dipping. I don’t know why she’s doing that, but… wait… what did I just do… is she… is she leaving me to drown? Seriously? Wow… this better be part of your little act, Danica…

Great… she’s gone… I really don’t know if she’s gonna come back. As soon as I agreed to get in the damn bog, the ball was entirely in her court. Well, actually, I think I deserve this… I mean… when she asked for help before, I instead chose the bitch move of recording her as she sinks. Ugh… maybe I’m getting what I wanted after all… the deep, quivering morass has me at my ribcage, threatening to swallow my ample bust. Nnnnngh… no matter how much I try to struggle, the soft, quaking peat refuses to let me go… no… maybe… this is… what I’ve wanted… to be swallowed by the… no… get it together, Petunia! The muck’s at my… breasts now… I can feel the soggy earth dampening my shirt, as I try to claw my way toward the bog’s edge in front of me. No… this is what I want. I can’t… die here! But the quicksand has… other… ideas… nnnngh… quicksand… ohh… I can’t… I can’t stop… I let out a soft moan as I feel my bosom slip under the muck. My mud-coated arms still digging through the soft earth to try and move myself forward, even just a little…

Even after a few brief moments, no response. Damn, she really did ditch me. Or, she isn’t convinced that I’m actually in peril… I… I really don’t know. I… I feel so short of breath… this mud is so heavy… If only I could see into her head… nnnnghh… fuck… I’m so deep… the mud’s up to my chin… I… nope… never mind… my mouth slips under… leaving me at nose-deep…

My eyes darted around at the hungry mud around me… I… as much as I enjoyed being so enveloped in this soft, warm goop, I knew that if Danica didn’t come for me soon, I was going to drown. I muffled a little louder, slapping my sloppy hands on the peat to try and grab something… even though nothing was there… I didn’t really have a reason to, other than survival instinct. Before I could slip deep enough for the morass to overtake my nose… I tilted my head back, looking up at the sky above… and the muck forming a crater over my face. My eyes could only dart back and forth as the black goop caved in all around me. Looking ahead, I helplessly watched as the peat rose ever higher, forcing me to close my eyes tightly as my head slid into the goop, my dreadlocks the only things visible on the surface, other than my outstretched hands, aimlessly reaching for… well, nothing. Even though I was about to die here, I still held onto my blind faith that Danica would keep her promise and rescue me…

Thankfully, she did… or at least, I think she did, as my flailing hands felt another’s, whom I urgently grabbed onto, and they began pulling. As my face remerged, I let out a gasp before looking up to see Danica, soaking wet and still totally naked, but no longer coated in… wait… why is she… oh… she’s… like… up to her stomach in the muck… so much for a rescue…

I tried to hear what Danica was going to say, but all I could hear before the wet ooze clogged my ears up were her sinister giggles, as she watched me slip under the peat once again. At this point, Danica made quick work of hauling both herself and me out of the bog, using the same technique I used when I rescued her. Once we were both out, I lay down on the edge of the bog, hoping to catch my breath a little bit.

Well, she’s right about those two things. I do have the fetish… and, I, well… you could say I was attracted to Danica, heh… I stand up, still a little woozy from being sucked under the mud, as she and I begin shuffling through the tall, sharp reeds, away from the bottomless bog toward the pond. Since she still didn’t seem to know I recorded her, I didn’t want to raise suspicion by pulling out my phone while we were walking.

As we shuffled through the lanky, swaying reeds, we eventually made it to the shallow pond ahead. The water didn’t seem that deep and wasn’t too murky, and the path to it, while it was a little muddy, wasn’t untraversable. The naked redhead wasted no time walking back into the water. Meanwhile, I had to get my mud-caked clothes off, one at a time. The process was, as usual, slow, but eventually, I was no longer clothed and ready to wade into the pond as well. Thankfully, with there being no wind, I wasn’t unexpectedly greeted with a gust of cold air on my naked form. Not wasting any time getting in, and not exactly bothered by how cold the water was, the crusty muck that coated my tender, nude form slowly shifted away from me as I waded deeper into the shoulder-deep water. Bracing myself, I dunked my upper body into the water, making sure that I was totally clean before popping back up to greet Danica, soaking wet and no longer mud-coated, who was… oh, oh okay, she did it again, she pressed her boobs against mine…

I almost surprised myself with how little self-control I have, but I grabbed her arms, and… well… I’m not really sure what I was going to do next… then… Danica put both her wet hands on the top of my head, into my dripping-wet dreadlocks, and pushed me under the water. After a second or two, she took her hands off my head, letting me pop back up again.