Akari Vs The Swamp

CW

: Wet and Muddy. Boots. Rivers. Swamps. Pee. Sinking. Getting stuck. Danger.

Author's note

: Have you ever come across a muddy pond, ditch, or swamp out in the countryside and thought to yourself "I'd love to jump into that"? Probably not. But Akari does. All the time. She LOVES pulling on her wellies and squelching around in deep mud. But, be warned: Do not try any of her adventures yourself. Rivers, bogs and swamps can be highly dangerous places and are not meant to be played in. Even our heroine can find herself in a pinch.

- - -

"I'm, err, just going down to the river for a walk."

Akari tries to sound as nonchalant as she can despite her heart pounding in her chest as adrenaline courses through her.

"Oh, sure. Have fun."

Akari's husband hardly looks up from the book he's got his nose in. Her children don't even notice her, they're firmly entrenched onto the couch with their heads locked onto their screens. Akari doesn't mind, in fact, this is exactly what she hoped for: nobody taking an interest in her for a bit.

She slides her feet into the cool embrace of her wellies. Akari loves her Hunters. They go almost up to her knees and reassuringly cradle her calves as if to say, "you go for it, girl, take us into the mud, we've got you."

As she slips out of the rural vacation rental she catches herself in the mirror. Her face shows her mixed Japanese/English heritage; she guesses she must be cute, her husband is always saying so, though she doesn't see it, she's just Akari. Perfectly juxtaposing her pale but youthful-looking skin, her long, dark, wavy hair is tied back in a simple ponytail to keep it out the way. She's wearing a tight cami over a sports bra, though the bra is struggling to hold her generously sized boobs. She loves her boobs. As does her husband. You wouldn't say she's particularly tall or short. She's obviously fit though - she runs to keep herself in shape - and her legs are strong, she can see her muscles outlined under the glossy veneer of her tight black leggings. Her favorite asset is, without doubt, her tight butt which she notices looks particularly splendid under the Lycra despite her being in her mid-thirties and having had kids.

"Right, gorgeous, let's go!" Akari beams, smacking herself on her ass.

Grabbing a small rucksack and leaving the cottage and her family behind, she sets out across the adjacent field with firm resolve. Down the hill, heading towards a wooded area at the bottom of the valley. She doesn't know what she's going to find, but the map of the area shows a little river in the valley that twists and turns through some secluded woodland. A small pond is indicated within the trees. There are no houses, or indeed any evidence of humans, for a long way around, which is absolutely by design: Akari likes to vacation out in the wilderness.

The early evening sun is warm on her body as she takes big, confident strides in her boots. The air is full of birdsong. Far in the distance there's a rumbling of something, perhaps a farmer in a tractor tilling a field, maybe cars on a road. But that's all a long way away.

She's done it.

For the next couple of hours, it's just going to be her, in her wellies, pitted against nature.

She's never shared her lifelong fetish with anyone, not even her husband, and she rarely gets to act on it: Akari secretly, absolutely loves getting wet and muddy, with a boot fetish thrown in for good measure. At a minimum she adores to paddle in a river, and maybe the one she's heading towards will be deep enough to go over her wellies. She doesn't know why she finds this so thrilling, but her heart skips a beat and she feels a tingle in her cunt when she thinks about the possibility. There might be mud to schluck about in, which is super fun, and if she's lucky she might find a deep spot where she can really sink and enjoy herself.

Striding out with her wellies through an unknown landscape, with the sole purpose of finding some wet and muddy places to play in, Akari has never felt so empowered.

- - -

At the bottom of the hill Akari reaches the outskirts of the woods. The dappled sunlight through the leafy canopy reveals a delightfully peaceful woodland within, obviously not one where humans ever roam as the ground is covered with thick vegetation. She pushes through, quickly leaving the light of the outside behind. The slight slope of the land, continuing downwards towards the river, is soon her only bearing. She grows bolder, knowing no-one can see her, even if they came looking.

She searches for, and finds, a long stick that some tree conveniently let fall. Snapping a few small branches off the side, soon she's fashioned a strong, sturdy staff she can use as a walking pole.

"Ha, I'm like a wizard now!" She muses.

A good strong stick is essential equipment when one's exploring, she reminds herself. It helps stop you falling over on unstable ground and, if you get stuck in mud, gives you something to grab onto to help get yourself out.

"Never go swamping without!" She chuckles.

After a small while the tinkle of running water suggests the river is close by. A bit further still and the woodland thins out to reveal a picturesque river, or rather, more like a large stream, Akari judges, meandering gently between trees. The crystal-clear water is running quickly over a pebbled riverbed, bubbling and swirling as it encounters larger rocks strewn in its path. It's about six feet wide, she guesses, the water having cut out a channel through the land to form a small bank on either wide. Grasses and other plants adorn the banks of the dell, and she can almost picture it to be the home of elves and fairies. The water doesn't look that deep but looks can be deceiving.

Akari takes a deep breath then gently steps in. The riverbed is solid.

"Ah, phew!" Akari thinks to herself. She wouldn't have minded if she'd sunk right in, but while she loves getting wet, it's more fun to pretend to want to stay dry and to pit her wits against the river. At least, for a while, anyway. As it is, the water's pretty shallow and hardly comes halfway up her Hunters.

Akari sets out on a river walk, upstream, in the direction of the pond she saw on the map. Slowly picking her way through the water, over the rocks, ducking under low branches, climbing over fallen trees, she makes slow but steady progress along the river. It's utterly delightful!

Adopting the special 'boots walk' to avoid too much splashing, Akari manages to keep all but a few splashes off herself initially. But all of a sudden, she loses her footing on a rock and has to quickly set her boot down to stop herself falling over. The resulting splash sends water trickling down into her boots for the first time.

"Oh!" she draws a breath sharply with the thrill of nature starting to penetrate her defenses.

Fording forward, up ahead Akari notices the surface of the water getting smoother. "Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep" her mind immediately reminds her. On she walks into the deep. Intentionally not looking down, not wanting to know when the water's going to flood her boots, she wades through the deep section. She feels the weight of the water pressing against her boots all the way up. And.. nothing. Her Hunters made it!

But not for long. Shortly thereafter the river turns a corner. The water has cut a deeper channel as it turns direction. Akari boldly strides into the deep and within a couple more steps the water's up to her thighs. Now completely overtopped, the sensation of the river cascading down into her wellies is sublime. She pauses to wiggle her toes, feeling the water squish around inside her boots, savoring the moment of being totally flooded.

"Heh", she muses, "better than sex!". Her cunt gives another twitch as, mentally, she allows herself closer to being fully overcome by the forest.

On the other side of the bend the river shallows out and Akari lifts each boot out of the water, bending her knee to tip the water out. A gush of river pours out of each welly. Of course, her trousers and socks are totally soaked, and every step from now on is accompanied by the most delightful squelching sensation. In and out of more deep sections she goes, squelching around and generally not giving a flying fuck about staying dry now. The coolness of the river, the fresh scent of the wet earth on the banks, the fragrance of the various plants she passes, and the silence of the forest all conspire to make Akari feel totally at one with the nature she's literally standing in.

Akari checks her phone. The map app suggests the pond should be a little further, set back a little from the river, so she finds a spot on the bank where she's able to pull herself out. Emptying her boots a final time she squelches off into the forest once more, leaving the river behind her.

- - -

It doesn't take her long to find the pond. In front of her, the vegetation changes from shrubs and low plants into taller rushes you typically see growing in wet ground. The ground gets boggy; Akari's wellies sink in up to her ankles as she slows down to a careful, thought-out exploration pace. Her breathing deepens as her excitement grows.

"Well, Akari", she tells herself, grinning, "I think we've found what we really came for!"

The closer she creeps, the deeper her boots sink into the mud. It's thick and black and sucks pleasantly onto her Hunters as she ventures further into the mire.

Now Akari can see the pond before her. It's sizeable. But it isn't exactly a pond. Or rather, it once was but has been filled with leaves from the trees above for countless years. Around the edge are tall rushes growing in the wet mud, forming a ring around the inner, and deeper, part of the swamp. The mud that's now glistening halfway up her boots is the sort of thick, black stuff formed by a lifetime of rotting down leaves and it reeks with the stench of decaying plants. She adores this earthy aroma and takes deep lungfuls of the miasma.

The surface of the ex-pond in front of Akari is a flattened, wet layer of leaves that have yet to rot down. Small pools of surface water are visible in places and she notices her boot prints have already partly filled up with dark, brown, menacing water.

"A swamp of eternal stench!" She chuckles.

The surface quivers slightly around her sunken boots as if it was made of jelly. Akari jiggles herself around a little, enjoying the wobbling of the surface. It means the mud shouldn't be too hard to walk through, she knows from experience, but she's glad she's got her wizard staff should she end up in a pinch.

She pauses, standing still in the shallows. Her soggy toes are still squishing merrily. She notes how the water inside her boots creates a useful suction effect making it much harder to pull her feet out, which makes it less likely she'll lose her wellies in the muck she's about to sink into.

Grabbing a sip or two of water from her bottle, she sets her rucksack on a clump of reeds out of the mud. That should stay dry, and she doesn't know how deep she's going to end up.

Therein, she muses, lies the fun.

Akari checks her phone again, noting it's still got cell coverage. For all her enjoyment of being "at one" with nature, for all her bravado at sinking deep into mud, she would prefer not to die out here and besides, what would her husband and kids think?! "What happened to mommy?" She imagines the kids asking. "Oh, that stupid bitch got stuck in quicksand and was eaten to death by wild wolves, kids." Smiling to herself, Akari notes that her husband wouldn't know how genuine Quicksand differs from a mud bog.. She tucks her phone into her bra to keep it secure. It's useful phones are waterproof these days, she thinks, just in case.

"Here goes!" The adventurer announces to nobody, mentally setting a course across more or less the middle of the marsh. Akari can't be fucked with the shallows anymore so she resolves to cross the swamp directly to the other side. If things get too sticky, she can always change her mind halfway across, but setting out in this manner gives her a curious legitimacy to her activity.

The mud is filthy, sticky and lumpy. It feels absolutely divine under her feet as she pulls herself out, takes a small step forward, and pushes her boots further into the mud ahead. A glorious slurping sound heralds the point her boot breaks free of the mire, and a fantastic slick squelch accompanies the downward step. Using her wizard staff for balance she progresses deeper and deeper in.

Each step is getting harder as she sinks deeper. The black stinking ooze is becoming less and less happy at releasing her wellies, which are now sinking in almost up to their top. She pauses for a breath and lets the adrenaline subside a little. This is fucking fantastic! She's having the time of her life. The peace, the solitude. The way she has to scrunch her toes a little when she pulls a boot out of the mud, to stop her boot being left behind in the mire. The way she disturbs the smooth surface of the mud as she plunges her welly into a new spot. The way the mud clings to her Hunters, coating them with a dense, black, shiny veneer.

No thoughts except mud and boots flit through her brain, until she realizes she kind of needs a pee. Well, Akari isn't in much of a position to do anything about this, not properly. "Oh well, fuck it! Let's get fucking filthy then" Akari thinks to herself, tensing slightly, then just letting herself go. A warm feeling spreads out from her crotch as she pisses, her panties quickly succumbing to the flood, watching as rivulets of pee run dribble out and down the outside of her leggings, pooling up inside her wellies. She feels the warm dribble snake its way down to her socks where it joins the river water. She tingles with naughtiness, standing there, boot-deep in a swamp, peeing herself. There's something fucking degenerate about this situation and Akari's cunt tingles in response.

Suddenly, she can't stop her cunt tingling. In fact, it's all she can think about. She slides a hand into her leggings, past her piss-soaked panties and into her crotch. She shudders as she brushes past her clit, and is surprised to find herself so wet, not only with piss but, fucking hell, she realizes she's really turned on. Akari starts rubbing, deftly parting her vulva and exploring her clit. "Urghh oh yeah!" She utters out loud. Faster and faster she rubs. She looks around. All alone, with the pungent aroma of marsh gas around her, with pissy leggings and soaking wet toes, she goons herself to orgasm in minutes. As she convulses with ecstasy the bog wobbles along with her.

"Oh, Jesus. Fuck ME..." That was spectacular. Akari calms down and catches her breath as best she can, but now she's completely fired up and ready for anything.

Next step she takes her boot doesn't stop at its limits. Akari looks down as her entire welly disappears beneath the marsh's surface, her descent stopping just over her knee. Bog water starts trickling into her welly; the cool, wet slime perfectly juxtaposing the warm piss she's just filled her boots with. She brings her other foot into line and it, too, sinks up to her knee.

Onward she presses. Now she's sinking thigh-deep with each step and it's getting harder to move. Akari uses her wizard staff, first to test the mire's depth before stepping into the abyss, and then to give her something to pull against to free each mud-slicked leg out of the bog. The depth gauge is not especially accurate because her feet are much larger than the end of the staff, so she can push the narrow stick rather further down into the muck than she sinks. But it gives her a bit of warning of what she's about to encounter.

Beneath the bog she can feel various lumps, bits of old tree that haven't decomposed, or could they be bits of animal skeleton? She shudders a bit. She hopes she doesn't end up with a boot stuck around some branch deep beneath the surface, that could be difficult to free herself from.

She's sunk almost up to her crotch. The more she sinks, the closer her nose gets to the surface and the stronger the marsh gas. As she moves through the rotting leaves she disturbs pockets of gas that bubble to the surface all around her. It's pungent alright, as is the smell of the gorgeous black slime that's caking her from her wellies to her ass.

"Uh oh.." Akari says out loud, realizing she's continuing to sink and her welly hasn't found the bottom of the bog this step. She tingles as the mud completely envelops her ass, fondly cradling her crotch. The cool dampness of the bog water slowly permeates through her leggings, then finally her panties, and she gasps as the coldness of nature finally reaches her cunt. Suddenly, with a start, she groks her predicament. Sure, she's stopped sinking now, but she still can't feel the bottom of the bog and the mud is up to her belly button. Her cami is soaking up the bog water and the coldness rises up her torso as she concludes she's maybe gone a little too deep.

Resisting the very strong urge to panic, Akari manages to check herself. She's fine. She's not sinking further, no, she's reached buoyancy with the bog. The thick mud may have taken her in up to her belly button and is holding her firmly, but she can still move her legs. She gives a wiggle to enjoy where she's got herself. It's a feeling unlike any other, being submerged in sloppy mud so deep. The way the mud squashes against all her body at the same time is a little like swimming in a tight wetsuit, but without being able to move your legs much, and a little like being bear-hugged all over. It's a unique sensation that so few people ever enjoy, Akari muses.

Tightly holding on to her wizard staff, Akari slowly tries to pull a leg up and out of the mud. Being so deep, she can't bring the leg out of the swamp, but slowly, to avoid overexerting herself and risking exhaustion, she manages to take a step forward. She has to thrust against the mud to move her body forward now she's not stepping vertically down so much as moving horizontally and it's tough going. The leaves are matted into a thick layer and the slime underneath doesn't want to let her go either. But progress is made. She starts to enjoy herself again. This really is beyond what she dared hope to find here in this wood. Is this all the bog has to throw at her?

"Careful now, don't get too gung-ho.." Akari chides herself. Deep mud is dangerous, even for an experienced swamper such as Akari. But it's all too easy to get carried away, to fail to treat the marsh with sufficient respect. A fact Akari would ideally have remembered slightly earlier, because she doesn't notice the consistency of the mud in the middle of the bog getting slightly less thick. With her next move, as shuffles herself forward in the mire, she sinks even further. There's thinner mud in this very center of the bog. Akari plunges in right up to her boobs.

"FUCK. Fuck FUCK" Akari shouts out loud. The coldness against her chest as the bog water quickly overcomes her top and bra makes her draw a breath sharply. Globules of mud creep their way down her cleavage as the bog prepares to fully take her in.

"Fuck. Shit. Fucking Shit. Cunting Fuck. Fuck FUCK.." Akari starts to lose her battle against rising panic. She tries kicking her legs but she can't feel anything substantive, though at least she can move them a bit. Of course, she's now almost six feet deep in the bog so there's no way she can reach down, not that that'd do any good. Her wizard staff isn't able to purchase on anything either, it just acts like a big mixing rod, churning up the muck. FUCK.

"What the cunting FUCK am I meant to do?!" Akari's talking to herself now. "You fucking IDIOT, Akari, You know better than to get this deep..." Her mind's in a spin for a bit, until the initial shock of having her nipples teased by the icy cold muck subsides slightly and she's able to take stock of the situation.