Love is Weakness
02-10-2014, 02:27 PM
The luxurious babe was stuck. Her fur was covered in muck. She was thigh high in horrible swamp water. Her paws stuck into the mud beneath the water with each stride. She was in a situation. A gross one at that. Six looked around with a sigh. Her tail flopped in and out of the water as she itched onward. The lush doll attempted to gain some sort of distance. She knew predators lurked the swamps, predators that could over power her with ease. Her purple eyes seemed to shine beneath the moon that shined so bright. A brisk wind rustled the thicket and trees above. The behemoth rolled her shoulders and finally got her grip on things. The water eased, her paws released from the tight mud. She quickly swam to the damp shore with a sigh of relief. Six shook her fur as she got onto the land. Pellets of gross water shot in all directions. The future Queen looked around until she saw a fallen tree, probably knocked over by the storm. She leaped onto it and sat. She dipped with water but she did not mind it. The woman observed the swamps as the night dwelled on. |