The sun shone down on the white sandy beaches of Jabberwock Island, the rays of light gleamed atop the crystal blue ocean water, and the faint smell of salty ocean breeze filled the air. It was another glorious summer's day, bringing another scorcher for the island's denizens. The students of Hope's Peak's 78th class were currently on the island for the first half of their summer break, as a means to get away from the hustle and bustle city life of little Tokyo. On top of that, they also wanted to spend time with their lower classmen of the 78th-B class, since it was a long time that the two class years had been together. It proved to be quite the fun endeavor among the two groups, as they all basked in the sun and swam in the ocean, however there were a couple of hiccups every now and then. Mainly in the case of Aoi Asahina, who wandered further down the beach to find an empty spot only to end up getting mired in a patch of clay hidden beneath the surface. Sakura came to rescue her, but got stuck herself, but was pulled out by Aoi. The two weren't injured, albeit a little muddy, as a result of the incident and a previous one involving Sayaka and Celestia, Ishimaru and Twogami decided to close off that portion of the beach to prevent future accidents and since then no one dared to cross the line… until one fateful day.
That Friday, the temp was once again in the high 90s, bordering on 98 which brought about another round of blistering hot weather that made the entire island feel like an oven. The students were once again forced to find shelter to stay cool and out of the sun's rays, a few chose to stay in their cottages; Soda fixed up the ACs, so they were running like normal. While others chose to go to the pool or the beach… speaking of the pool.
Leon and his group, consisting of Soda, Fuyuhiko, Yasuhiro, and Mondo were making a mad dash to the pool. The five got up early to preserve their spot, knowing that the others would want to chill in the cool water. "Come on! Hurry!" Soda yelled, he was already beginning to sweat buckets and wanted nothing more than to jump in the water.
"We're almost there!" Leon cried as his eyes saw the crystal blue oasis come upon the horizon, but when the guys finally arrived at the pool they were in for a major disappointment. The girls were there and had already taken ownership of the space.
Ibuki was chilazing on an innertube listening to some tunes from her Ipod, Sayaka was leaning against the edge enjoying the cool water, Mahiru was overwatching Hiyoko as the dancer splashed about, Celeste was laying on a pool chair underneath an umbrella with a glass of juice in her right hand, and Junko was at the far end of the pool also laying on a pool chair bathing in the sun for a tan.
"What. The. Fuck" Kuzuryu uttered upon seeing the girls in their spot, the others just stood there slap jawed in awe as if they just witnessed a magic trick.
"Hello boys, are you enjoying the heat?" Mahiru teased as she flashed them a grin, causing the Yakuza to grit his teeth in anger.
"What gives Koizumi?! The pool's ours!" Leon yelled. Hiyoko looked up at the redhead with a sly shit-eating look.
"Oh reeeaaalllyyy, I don't see your names anywhere." Leon went to put the dancer in her place but was held back by Mondo.
"Just because you all claimed the pool once, doesn't automatically mean it's yours" Celeste said as she took a sip from her glass. "The space is for everyone to share, now if you want to make yourselves useful, could one of you run back to the hotel and bring me a refill" she struck her left hand out with the glass indicating that it was emptied of its contents.
"What the hell do we look like, servants?!" Soda cried, only for the gambler's red eyes to glare back at him with an angry expression as she shoved the glass into the mechanic's chest.
"I'll take that as a yes" he said meekly in return, he immediately made a mad bash back to the hotel to get a refill so as to not face Celestia's wrath. The other guys sighed in defeat, their sacred lake was taken from them, right under their noses and nothing could be done about it.
"Well…. There's nothing stopping us from hanging out at the hotel" Hiro said. "Besides, there's AC and Videogames" the other's eyes lit up when the mention of the AC came up.
"Crap! I completely forgot about the Hotel!" Leon cried as she smacked himself upside the head.
"Wow, and it only took you now to realize that" Kuzuryu seethed. "We could've been in there the whole time, instead of standing around out here burning our asses off!"
"Sorry…?" Leon squeaked, shrugging his shoulders and giving the yakuza an apologetic expression only for the latter to sigh bitterly. Ibuki's head shot up when she heard the boys mention going to the hotel.
"Oh! You're all going to the hotel? We all were there originally and would've stayed there eternally if Teruteru wasn't being such a super pervy creep!" She huffed, further expressed as she crossed her arms and puffed out her cheeks. The guys paid no mind to her comment as they scrambled like hell towards the hotel doors to get out of the sun, the moment they opened the doors and felt that brisk cool breeze on their faces, they felt like they crossed over into the promised land.
As the girls resumed their pool party, the rest of the students were all by the beach, lounging about or splashing in the water. Teruteru was over by the grill cooking food for the entire group, all the while staring at Peko. The swordswoman was clad in a black bikini and thong, which were the perfect attire for the Chief to get a nosebleed over. Byakuya was sitting in a fold out chair residing under an umbrella, all the while his "girlfriend" Toko stared and ogled him from afar, Gundham was busy sculpting a sandcastle while his Four Dark Devas of Destruction rested in his scarf, Sonia was teaching Chihiro how to make a necklace out of seashells, Mukuro aided Taka in overlooking the area to make sure everyone was safe, Makoto and Kirigiri were in the water splashing each other in the ocean, Hajime was sitting under an umbrella all the while Chiaki played Pokémon Sun on her 3DS, Komaeda was walking along the shore collecting seashells, and the others were doing their own thing.
Aoi was sitting on a beach towel watching Nekomaru and Akane throw a frisbee about, she sighed happily as she popped a donut into her mouth. She was clad in her usual blue high school swimsuit with some red flip-flops on her feet. Her toenails in a lovely sky blue. "I think I may take a swim in a little bit, might as well since its hot out" she said aloud to no one but herself. She wiped the frosting from around her mouth and got up, she began to make her way towards the ocean when her eyes caught wind of the far-right area of the beach. A long line of yellow tape between two palm trees (courtesy of Taka) blocked off entry to that section of the beach. The girl remembered the last time she went trekking down there and the following quicksand experience she endured made her want to immerse herself in the sickly gray clay once again. But if she did, how would she explain herself to the others, Taka especially, since he would give her a mouthful if he found out.
The girl's body grew hot as she continued to stare at the warning tape, desperately wanting to sneak away and indulge herself once more. But the sudden calling of her name interrupted her from her lucid sexual thoughts and desires. "Asahina!" The girl squeaked as she turned around and was face-to-face with her friend Sakura Ogami. The tall muscular martial artist had her long white hair tied up into a ponytail, which was held in place by a red ribbon. She was clad in a simple white t-shirt that was lightly damp with sweat and melded to her upper torso and showed off her abs and stomach, lower down was a simple red thong bikini brief with some white lining and a yin-yang symbol on the left and wore some red Nike Victori One Slide sandals on her massive size 16 feet. Her toenails were painted in a shade of Pale Blue courtesy of Sonia, since she decided to give her a pedicure earlier that morning.
"What do you think you're doing?" The martial artist inquisitively asked.
"Uh… Uh… I was just starting off into the ocean" Aoi replied sheepishly, Sakura just chuckled in return and looked down at the donut girl.
"Don't lie to me, you were looking at the closed off section of the beach, you want to go back there… don't you?" She flashed a mischievous grin at her. Aoi got flustered and immediately shot her hands up.
"N-NoIdon'tImeanwhywouldIwanttogodownthereandgetstuckinthatfilthymudagainIsuredon'tyou'dhavetob-" She was interrupted when Sakura put a hand on the latter's shoulder and looked her dead in the eye.
"I know you want to go back down there, I for one can't blame you. It's nice and quiet down there, plenty of space, and you don't have to worry about pervy chiefs" She chuckled, Aoi let out a small laugh in return.
"Yeah, but come on Sakura you didn't experience what I felt when I was in there. It felt like being in one of those mud baths at the spa, the warm silky clay caressing and massaging every inch of my body. As I sank, I felt my heartbeat faster and faster with every passing second. I... I can't even fully put it into words. But believe me when I say this, the moment you step in that stuff, your entire body relaxes" the swimmer said.
The martial artist gently patted her on her shoulder and chuckled lightly. "I'll believe that when the moment comes" Aoi frowned slightly knowing that her friend wasn't going to let her out of her sight so she could run off and play in the mud again. Sonia called Sakura's name as the princess raised a newly made seashell necklace above her head, the martial artist walked over to her leaving Aoi alone once more, the swimmer sulked as she popped another donut into her mouth. From afar, she watched as Nekomaru and Akane continued their game of frisbee along with Gundham standing victorious over his completely sandcastle laughing maliciously. The poor girl glanced down to the fair right of the beach, the yellow caution tape swayed gently in the breeze, it was almost like it was calling out to her, wanting her to walk past the border and indulge herself in her sexual desires. But despite how tempting it was, she refused to give in, not wanting to get one of Ishimaru's "lectures".
Aoi finished the donut she was on and was about to sink her teeth into another one when the frustrated groan of Akane interrupted her. "What gives old man!" she yelled, Nekomaru just shrugged and nervously scratched the back of his head.
"Sorry, that was my mistake" he said apologetically. Aoi and a few others walked towards the two to figure out what was going on.
D-Did something happen? I heard yelling" Chihiro asked.
"Old man Nidai over here threw the frisbee to far way!" Akane yelled.
"Hey! I said I was sorry!" Nidai boomed.
Gundham simply huffed and pulled his scarf up covering his mouth. "The disc of sun god has escaped it's master's hands!? Without it all of the land will be coated in endless twilight!" he cried; the others just looked at him with weird looks.
"Do you even know where the frisbee landed?" Sonia asked. Akane turned around and pointed at the far end of the beach, where the caution tape was.
"Oh, that's bad" Aoi said upon realizing that the frisbee trespassed over into the danger zone of the beach. On the inside she was kinda glad that the frisbee did land over there, it would give her an excuse to pleasure herself within the clay again to her heart's content without no one noticing. She could feel her body starting to get warm again.
"Well, I guess you two will have to put your game of frisbee on hold until we get another one" Hajime said as he turned towards Nidai and Akane, the gymnast just folded her arms across her chest and frowned.
"Can't we just go past the tape and get the frisbee!?" Akane asked.
"Absolutely not!" Ishimaru yelled as he came upon the group wearing some white swim trunks and red flip-flops. "After two incidents that happened along that stretch of the beach, the area has been off limits!" The moral compass said.
"But I'm only going to retrieve the frisbee! What's so dangerous about that!?" Akane roared. Ishimaru cleared his throat before he continued talking.
"Owari. Four of our classmates were nearly injured walking along that stretch, I cannot risk another one getting harmed!" Akane simply rolled her eyes at the Moral Compass, Aoi remained silent, she wanted to tell the group the real danger that lied further down the beach but didn't want the others to make fun of her. "As it stands, no one is allowed past the caution tape. I'm sorry, but as the Ultimate Moral Compass I must enforce the rules if it means the safety and betterment of my classmates!" Ishimaru cried out which prompted Akane to let out a frustrated groan. Aoi stepped forward and was about to volunteer to retrieve the frisbee herself, until Sakura walked before her and walked up to Ishimaru. "I will go" she spoke.
The others looked up at her with mixed reactions, all the while Ishimaru was utterly shocked by what he just heard. "O-Oogami, I'm sure you understood what I just said right? The eastern portion of the beach is closed a-"
"I heard you the first time, and I understand your concern for my safety. But I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself" Sakura said again, interrupting him completely but he just went silent the moment she started talking. "I'll go and retrieve Owari's frisbee, I'll be back as soon as I can" she said again. Taka simply nodded his head in agreement to the endeavor, not wanting to anger the muscular girl. Before Sakura took off, she turned around and looked at Aoi once more and gave a warm smile. The swimmer smiled back in return but inside felt disappointed that she could tag along with her. Sakura began to make her way to the eastern section of the beach, focused on retrieving Owari's frisbee at all costs. Aoi stood from far away as her friend went under the caution tape and ventured forth into the same stretch of beach that nearly claimed her life.
Sakura walked along the vacant empty lower beach keeping an eye out for the frisbee, all the while taking in the surroundings. The waves were much calmer here than further back, a few flowers and grass tufts were growing out of the dunes to the right of her, there was little to no noise present within the area the further away she got from the main beach the sounds of her classmates began to fade, to top it all of it was surprisingly cooler down that stretch. "Well at least I won't have to worry about burning up" Sakura chuckled to herself, her shirt was still fresh with sweat stains, mainly around the armpit and upper chest area. While the spots did dry, they were still present on her clothing. On top of that her sweaty body reeked of unwashed female pheromones, she tried to cover her scent with a lavender hyacinth fragrance courtesy of Sonia, being the ultimate princess and all the blonde girl was quite on top of maintaining one's appearance.
As the Martial Artist continued her peaceful walk along the shore, she couldn't help but put herself into Aoi's shoes. "There's one thing she was right about, this area is quite peaceful and quiet compared to the main beach. I wonder if it's possible to convince Koizomi to have an all-girl's beach party down here?" She thought to herself, the faint salty scent of the ocean filled her nostrils putting her at ease as she continued to walk along the vacant beach. Looking down she saw some sand build-up on the sides of her sandals, she decided to take them off and give her feet a break from being her shoes all morning. A faint sweaty imprint of her massive foot resided on the soles of both of her sandals, mostly due from all the walking. The moment the warm sand made contact with her foot she let out a relaxed sigh, that was another thing she noticed about the area, the sand wasn't as hot. That was a good thing, since she didn't have to worry about the ground burning her bare feet now that she took her sandals off. "Where is that frisbee? Owari said that it flown over here, but so far, I haven't seen it" Sakura said aloud to herself. She's been walking for fifteen minutes and so far, the frisbee has yet to show itself, the martial artist was beginning to doubt that the disk even landed over here. She was about to turn back until her eyes spotted something round and red resting atop the sand not too far away from her. "Could that be it?" she wondered as she walked closer to it.
Her walk soon transitioned into a sprint, as she got closer and closer the frisbee came into view, it was slightly buried halfway in a wet gray patch on the ground. Sakura was little confused by the gray patch up ahead but ignore it and kept pressing on. She was kicking up sand as she ran along the shoreline, the brisk ocean breeze ran through her hair, and warm sun rays made her feel like she was on one of her morning jogs. However, this wasn't the case, being so wrapped up in her thoughts dimmed her situational awareness, she failed to see the minor obstacles the moment she got further down the beach. The sand faded from under her. The pace of her sprint slowed as the ground beneath her feet grew soft and rubbery with each passing step, her footprints gently penetrated the soft gray ground. Just past the dismal gray wetland, Sakura spotted the red frisbee at last, still buried halfway in the ground. "YES!" Sakura exclaimed in relief, putting her hands on her sweat-soaked hips. Looking ahead she saw more gray land before her, looking down at her feet she saw a thin lining of gray slime around the sides. Not wanting to get any dirtier than she already was, Sakura decided to walk along the edge near the sand dunes to avoid the patches of gray matter best she could but proved to be time-consuming.
Growing slightly impatient and determined to get and retrieve the frisbee, she figured a little mud never harmed anyone and made a beeline for the red disk. All was going well, until she came across another patch of gray clay, slightly larger than the last. She stopped at the edge and squinted her eyes, halfway towards the middle was the Frisbee. Sakura leaned forward slightly and dipped her foot into the grimy wet goop...feeling it's cool warm wetness coat and caress her toes. They wiggle gently in response to the cold dampness of the clay, she raised her foot up and saw a few drops of gray mud drip off her toes, she placed her foot back on the solid edge and looked ahead at the frisbee. She was in a bind, the frisbee was within her sights but it was out of her reach. She folded her arms and angrily tapped her right foot. "I should be able to walk across safely if I take it slow, I don't want a repeat of what happened last time. Especially since I don't have Aoi to rescue me this time around" she said to herself, the girl took a deep breath and wondered out onto the gray soggy ground. The gritty murky clay shifted under her massive feet as she walked, leaving imprints atop it's gray shimmering surface, a shiver went up her spine upon feeling the wet slop graze against her feet. The faint sounds of disgusting "SLOPS" and "SLUPS" came from the ground below as the thick, grippy clay sucked at her huge feet. Each step taken was more difficult than the last, due to the clay making it hard to lift her feet up. But her strong muscular legs ripped her feet out of the mud's strong grip, as the girl continued, she soon found that her forward progressing slowing rapidly as the clay became more thicker and stickier, adhering more and more to the wide form of her feet. But it proved to be no challenge for Sakura, she simply stopped and tore her foot free from its hold and kept going.
So far, so good. If I keep it up, I'll be able to get the frisbee in no time" Sakura said to herself, for the most part of her muddy trek she didn't run into many problems, save for her feet getting stuck every now and then, but nothing major. Looking ahead she saw that was getting closer to the frisbee, in her mind it seemed like she wasn't going to have any problems...however, that wasn't the case. As Sakura took two more steps, there came a loud hissing and whistling sound of trapped air coming from below as her big muscular bare feet made contact with the ground once more and sank slightly a few inches in clay. A puzzled expression formed on her face, and her cheeks blushed slightly, the mud squished and oozed slowly between her toes and around the side of her soles. The mud did feel good on her tired sweaty feet, but Sakura was more focused on the frisbee to care one bit.
"Well, I guess this serves as a punishment for opening my mouth" she said aloud to herself, she went to move but found that she couldn't. This was evident when she pulled up on her left foot, the gluey gray mud stretched like rubber all the while gripping her foot tightly, holding her fast. As she was pulling up on her left foot, her right foot was gently pressed in deeper into the clay pit. Her toes and foot left a thick wide outline as it sank. Sakura was glancing down as her feet were halfway engulfed by the gray, gummy thickness of the silty clay. The mud was so thick and heavy that each foot slowly descended into its own separate hole, the clay was firm enough for the walls of the forming depressions to maintain their structural shape. Sakura lifted up her left foot up again, but it wouldn't budge to the thick clay molded around it. She then tried her right foot only to get the same result. Every pull of her feet drove the other one ever so slightly deeper into the mire. The warm muddy slurry held onto her feet very stubbornly with its grippy tenacity and growing suction while drawing her in deeper and deeper with each passing second. She then tugged at her legs, trying once more to lift her feet free from the cool damp clay, but was still unable to move. Moderate "SHLPS!" and "SPLLTHS!" came from the goop mocking her in apparent laughter at the girl's pathetic attempts to escape.
"Okay, that's not working" Sakura said to herself, astounded by the how strong the suction got in the span of a few minutes. She could still wiggle her toes within the dense thick gray matter, but the feeling was very similar to swimming in a vat of peanut butter. Getting trapped the first time in this stuff wasn't a fond memory for Sakura, she was only able to get out because Aoi was present, and she was able to pull her out. This time though Sakura was by herself, meaning she didn't have any additional aid to bail her out.
The martial artist closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm her nerves, before resuming her efforts on freeing her feet. She lifted and jerked her legs for nearly twenty minutes, causing the gray pit to ripple like the ocean water. But despite the tone muscles of her powerful, reddened-tanned legs, she was unable to budge or lift her feet free from the mud's sticky grip. The only good her struggles did was getting herself mired up to her ankles, causing the once distinct holes to slowly collapse, the cold thick clay oozing heavily upon her stuck feet, sealing them in. "What the hell…" Sakura lifted her right foot up, the clay stuck to and around her ankle rose up slightly, for a split second she could make out an outline of her huge foot beneath the clay but the moment her ankle was yanked back down the outline of her foot vanished beneath the grimy gray surface. In the process of doing that, she ended up driving her left foot deeper into mucky clay. With frustration slowly building, Sakura clenched her fists and glared down at the mud as she reared her body back and lifted up HARD on her stuck left foot to wretch it free. Heavy amounts of sweat began to build up and trickled down her body, soaking her already sweat-stained t-shirt as she pushed herself harder, yanking and pulling on her leg in earnest as her leg muscles tensed and surged with energy as she gripped and tugged hard at her legs.
After thirty minutes of utter tedium and exertion, her left foot came out encased in a wad of gray clay finally began rising up from the silt. Grunting under her breath, Sakura continued to lift her foot up several inches, but that was it, as the tar-like consistency of the clay clung to her muscular foot tightly. Stretching up like a vile mixture of rubber cement, tar, a heavy bread dough that held her foot tightly. "I demand you release me!" Sakura demanded as she pulled harder on her foot, the clay simply gurgled and let a few bubbles rise to the surface in a mocking tone.
As Sakura tugged and jerked on her left foot, the distribution of her weight placed on her right foot drove it deeper in the gray quagmire. As the girl continued to struggle, an ache in her leg muscles convinced her to take a break from her struggles, which allowed the sludge to draw her foot back into its clutches. However, the sweaty muscular amazon soon found that her choice was a major mistake, the mud took the window of opportunity to suck her down to her large flaring calves. Loud moderate "SUCKS" and "PLTTTHS" emitted from the mud surrounding her lower calves as she slowly sank into the mire. "UNGH…! I... Can't…. UUMMMMPPPH!... Move!" Sakura grunted angrily as she leaned forward and thrusted her left leg forward, her leg shifted forward slightly within the thick clay but that was as far as it went, as for her right leg it was plunged deeper to the middle portion of her calf. She bends over, sticks her butt out, and grips her right sweaty thigh and pulls with all her might to free it from the sticky clingy clay… But once again she can't. The clay once more stretches upwards, wrapping and clinging tightly to the bare sweaty skin of her calf. Meanwhile, her left leg is pressed ever so deeper into the mud by her efforts, now sunk to the upper portion of her calf. It became apparent to Sakura that her struggles were driving her feet and legs deeper into the thick gray ooze...the more air that was forced out the more intense and vigorous the vacuum forming around her feet and legs became, entrapping her even further. Leaning forward and bending over again she grabbed her left leg and pulled upward on it, the thick sticky clay molded and stuck well to the girth of her sweaty calf and ankles. All the while her right calf was pressed deeper into the mushy beach nearing her kneecap.
Sakura was getting more and more furious for letting the mud get the jump on here. Now she was more stuck AND dirtier than she was before. "I don't think Sonia will be happy with me ruining the pedicure she gave me" She muttered under her breath, while looking down in disappointment at her muddy and buried shoes. Deep beneath the surface she wiggled her toes again, but given how thick and dense the clay was, she was unable to do so. As Sakura let her misplaced priorities cloud her thoughts, she wasn't oblivious to her that she was stuck in the mud and that her powerful, muscular, sweaty legs were still sinking ever so slowly into the vile stickiness of the clay mire. And the deeper she sank, the more entangled and ensnared her feet and calves became in the tenacious, iron grip of the disgusting gray silt's suction. Slightly angered that her feet were still trapped and couldn't be lifted up, along with being mired to the tips of her strong, flaring calves. The white-haired girl closed her eyes tight, gritted her teeth, and lunged forward to generate enough momentum and strength and lifted HARD on her trapped right foot to get it out of the ravenous clay. Grunting slightly, the tanned amazon pulled tightly on her sweaty right leg, her thigh muscles strained and flexed, twisting her foot back and forth to loosen up the mud's suction with grew stronger and stronger the more Sakura fought. After 20 long minutes of struggling, she was finally rewarded for her actions when her she felt the gray silt shift and loosen around her foot as it came up from the mire. The mud slurped and squelched in protest at her attempt of escape as it stretched upwards like thick strands of tar, clinging tightly to the wide girth of her calf. It rose slightly several inches, but her foot never emerged from below the gray… it was caught tight in the ever-growing vacuum forming around it and her lower calf.
"...UGH! ...UUNNNGHHH! ...UUMMMPPPPHHHH! ...MMMMRRRRUUGGGHHHH! Sakura grunted bitterly as her leg muscles tensed and ached against the raw power of the clay's suction as she lifted and pulled in earnest. Her thick muscular physique was drenched in heavy perspiration due to her struggles. Her T-Shirt began taking on a more sweaty transparency, even the previous sweat stains seemed to blend in with the newer. Her shiny reddened tan of her huge breasts started to show through the material, along with a red bra that covered her large assets. Her display of power and strength was most impressive; especially in the eyes of a short, pudgy, pervy chief. But despite all of her strength she couldn't lift her feet out of the pack sticky clay. In a surge of anger, Sakura pumped and jerked both of her legs all the while rocking her upper body right and left in vain as her movements dragged her powerful legs in deeper and deeper. Sweat flew of her shiny tanned skin, the smell of hyacinth and female pheromones filled the air, and the gritty silt wobbled and juggled like jelly on plate. The clay that was stuck to her lower legs was not only sticky, but also very heavy. Sakura's default weight was only 99KG (218 Ibs), but with the clay stuck to her calf and lower legs, it felt like she was 500 Ibs. Fifteen minutes of sporadic, reckless struggling and tugging at her stuck legs went by as Sakura snarled and grunted through gritted teeth. Yet, her futile struggling and straining her muscle fibers failed to produce any results. Only good she did was driving her thick sexy thighs a few inches deeper into the pack heavy density of the mire. Sakura finally stopped her struggles when she felt a cramp in her left leg, prompting her to stop. She was panting heavily, sweat coated every inch of her body and trickled down the smooth sexiness of her feminine curves, and she absolutely reeked of B.O. The girl buried her face into her hands and took a long-frustrated sigh, looking down she saw the mud dangerously close to her kneecaps, a few bubbles hissed and popped atop the surface.
"I'm starting to think that moving around isn't the best course of action" Sakura thought to herself as her knees settled into their respective clay holes, the sticky tenacious suction gripped her sweaty legs and calf tighter than before. She slowly began pumping her legs again, this time in a rhythmic fashion similar to when doing high knee exercises during her aerobic sessions. She maintained the same ideal coordinated effort and synchronization of lifting her legs with the rocking of her hips, the writhing of her torso, along with the side-to-side swinging of her arms. "One and a two and a one and a two…" she counted to herself, matching her breathing with the lifting of her thighs in her repetitions. At first there was nothing to show for her efforts, but Sakura didn't let this faze her. Her expression was calm with a slight pinch of anger. She summoned her strength and with enough deliberate force began twisting at her hips and straining her torso while simultaneously thrusting her huge muscular thighs up and down to loosen up the tenacious vacuum and grippy suction of the gray mud. But after a few minutes of determination combined with raw struggling, Sakura finally felt the tenacious tightness of the entrapping surface mud loosen up just enough to allow some form of movement of her legs while maintaining its sufficient firmness and adhesiveness to produce friction between the goop and her stuck calves and knees. Then slowly, inch by inch, her legs began to propel upwards out of the sticky gray silt
"Yes! It's working!" she exclaimed, her grand efforts were finally paying off. The clay mire lost its thick, grasping hold on the girl's legs. It's interlocking matrix losing cohesion within the subsurface layer. Ten minutes of struggling went by until her gray mud-stained knees emerged from the ooze. It filled her with determination to double...no... TRIPLE her efforts for escape, for a moment it looked like her aerobic idea worked and soon she'd liberate her legs from the gray muck. That was...until Sakura struck another roadblock...the repetitive pumping of her legs worked a little...too well. Her workout only ended up loosening up the consistency of the clay to the point where it lost its firmness and stability. As such, the subsurface clay took on a thick, gel-like dense plasticity that soon bonded to her calves and feet. The clay surrounding her also began to take on the same gel-like appearance, becoming looser and stickier. Sakura stopped what she was doing and placed her arms at her sides, she was a little shocked by the clay's development before her eyes. But before she could say anything else, her knees dropped into the gray morass bringing her down to the middle of her THICC muscular thighs. "It appears I've only made matters worse".
Back on the main beach Aoi was still sitting on her beach towel, with a donut in hand. She glanced over to her left and saw Byakuya making his way to the water, Toko of course followed him. On top of that Teruteru began serving lunch, which caught Akane's attention as she made a mad dash towards the grill. Along with Makoto and Kyoko sitting under an umbrella sharing a small kiss. Aoi took the donut in her hand and popped it into her mouth as she glanced to the right and saw the taped off section of the beach, she was worried about Sakura, it shouldn't be taking her this long. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear Ishimaru coming up beside her.
"You're worried about Ogami aren't you?" He asked, Aoi just nodded her head in return. "I understand how you feel Asahina, it's completely normal to worry about someone you care for" The Moral Compass continued. Aoi just blocked him out as she continued gazing over at the northern part of the beach, still worrying about Sakura. Her ears soon picked up the sounds of running footsteps kicking up sand, and when she turned her head and looked up, she saw Leon hunched forward with his hands on his knees wheezing and gasping for breath.
"Ah Kuwata, what can I do for you fellow classmate?" Ishimaru asked. "Uh…Kuzuryu got into an argument with Hiyoko over the noise from Ibuki's music, some words were said, and…he ended up punching her" The baseball star replied.
"WHAT!?" Aoi and Ishimaru cried in unison, the moral compass was beside himself upon hearing that the Ultimate Yakuza struck a lady. It was golden rule that a man should NEVER EVER hit a lady, no matter how much they deserved it.
"Shouldn't you be back at the pool helping out or something!?" Aoi cried, slightly angered. "Hey, I was making my way to the pharmacy on the second island to score some bandages since Tsumiki ran out. I figured I ran by here and fill you in on what's going on" Leon said again.
"Is there anything I can do to be of assistance?" Ishimaru asked.
"Yeah, head on over to the pool to take care of damage control. Koizumi's already chewing us out" Leon said.
"Right, forgive me Asahina but I must go" Ishimaru said, the swimmer just nodded her head as the moral compass got up and began to walk towards the pool while Leon dashed off towards the second island.
Once more, Aoi was left alone, alone with her thoughts and desires. She reached and grabbed another doughnut from the box beside her and took a bite, her worry and concern for Sakura only grew with each passing second. She took another bite of her doughnut to calm her nerves, but even that didn't calm her down. "I hope you're doing okay Sakura" she said to herself.
The determined grunts and groans of feminine extortion filled the quiet, stale, calmness of the beach as Sakura's heavily perfumed sweaty thighs thrashed against the powerful vacuum and suction of the mud, she was currently thigh-deep, but her extorted struggles did nothing but drag her down deeper in the gray matter's clutches. "...NNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH! …UUUMMMMGGGGGHHHHHHH!" She grunted, as she lifted HARD on her thighs, with fists clenched and teeth gritted as she tried yet again to lift them up out of the mire. Heavy drops of sweat lined her thighs and waist area as she squirmed and wiggled within the confines of her gray prison. Sakura began to feel her legs ach up from all the exertion she was putting on them but powered through the pain. Now driven deeper into the dense mud by her struggles, her thighs were even more solidly embedded, making them harder to budge. She wildly pumped her legs up and down…she leaned hard to one side then the other, lifting and jerking at her thighs… it all proved useless as the substantial layers of silty clay sediment stuck tightly to the sweaty bareness of her legs, holding her fast. As the cramp in her leg muscle got worse, Sakura had no choice but to give up freeing her stuck, sweaty legs from the thick, gooey silt.
"…UUURRRRRRRRRGHHHHHH!" came a breath of total frustration from the sinking, sweaty white-haired giant. Huffing and puffing, she took a minute to catch her breath, the winded martial artist glared down at her trapped legs with anger in her eyes. Despising the vicious gray, tendrils of mud that rose up from the clay and bonded to the smooth, silky fragrant skin of her sweaty thighs. Sakura stood there with her hands on her hips staring at the gray clay surrounding her muscular legs as they continued to descend into the gray. Shaking her head in bewilderment and exasperation at her current situation, she couldn't believe that she was THIS stuck. Of course, she had to remember that when she went to pull Aoi out of the same clay pit her feet broke through the thin layer of sand into the thick dense gray matter. And it nearly took all of her strength to pull her foot out, even more when her legs got stuck as well. The only reason why Aoi got out so easily was because the clay was loosened up to the point where the suction lost its grip on her body. But given Sakura's situation her struggles did loosen up the clay, but instead of weakening the suction it re-enforced it and made the gray silt stickier and adhesive to her body.
"I've been here for nearly an HOUR and in that time, I found the frisbee, only to wind up stuck in this wretched clay! Asahina's probably worried about me" The girl though, it would make sense of her friend to get worried since she's been gone for an hour now. As the martial artist stood in thought, the clay around her bubbled and gurgled as it suckled more and more of her mired thighs. "GLOOOOPS…" "BLURRRPS…" "PLLLTHHHS…" "GLUUURRRPS…" "SPLLLCHHHS…" of suction and squelching mud continued to assault her ears as the stinky sweatiness of her powerful, tanned thighs slowly settled further into the thick, sticky entrapment of the dismal marsh. Ever so slowly, the filthy, florally stinky girl sank deeper and deeper into the sticky clay mud, her sweaty, fragrant thighs becoming more and more STUCK in the growing suction of the swamp mire. Sakura's brows furrowed as she brought both hands together and up to her face and took a deep breath. Then begun to twist violently at her broad hips and muscular torso, thrashing her strong, sweaty thighs against the mud's suction and adhesiveness. She assumes a "Super Girl" pose and violently twists harder and harder, leaning from right to left in all directions as the silt gripped and stuck HARD on and around her legs. Her bright white mane was slowly slipping out of its ponytail style into a tangled mess of white strands as she fought and wiggled against the gray mud's thickness, but despite her efforts, she couldn't move…nor budge her thighs at all. The thick, heavy silt had formed a more intense powerful, inescapable suction around the wide girth of her thighs, calves, ankles, and feet. She was as trapped as a giant Asian hornet in a glue mat.
Switching tactics, she shifted her body weight forward and jerked her entire body forward, the semi-thick gel-like silt rippled slightly at her abrupt movement, and again when she jerked her body once more. Sakura thought about plunging her hands into the gray morass and try pulling her legs up but immediately stopped herself, if her hands were to get stuck, she'd be really SCREWED. Her thighs continued to descend into the mass pool of sticky gray rubber as she struggled and writhed her body in vain, the girl glanced over her shoulder and saw that her huge butt began to caress the surface of the clay bog. She winced a bit upon feeling the cold, sickly, gray slime prick at her derriere. A faint blush formed on her cheeks breaking her train of thought, she leaned forward and began clawing at the silt trying to find any solid ground all the while wiggling her hips from side to side. Clawing at the ground just revealed more and more mushy gray silt, that and her thighs sank faster and faster into the dark depths of the clay. In a split second she dropped to her crotch, when that happened her hands plunged into the lay. But they only sank partially into the subsurface layer allowing her to retrieve them with ease, her hands and fingers were coated in a thin layer of clay. Sakura could feel the weight of the clay on her hands, making them feel heavy as if they were buried and encased in hardened cement. She looked over her shoulder and stared at her huge finely shaped butt as it now settles into the clay marsh, the thick clay mud caressing and conforming around the curves of her butt, butt cheeks, and butt cleavage are slowly sucked in. The blush on her face intensifies as the cold gray slime gently fondles and massages her butt and in between her thighs.
Filled with heated frustration and rage, Sakura was hopelessly stuck in the thickness of the packed, sticky, clay mud…she could feel herself settling deeper and deeper into its depths. While the wide girth of her heavy toned thighs helped to slow her descent, the resistance the provided against the dense, vicious gray ooze couldn't prevent her from sinking further into its clutches. She grunted and groan viciously as her hips and torso squirmed and twisted about, while the rippling muscles of her thighs strained against the now relentless iron-suction of the clay silt. "...NNNGGGGHHHHH! ...UUMMMMPPPPHHHHHH! ...ERRRRRUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!" Sweat trickled along and dripped heavily along Sakura's face and alluring strong calves as she struggled and writhed about. Her immense struggles combined with her weight were what drove her upper thighs into the warm clay bog, and the more she struggled the further and deeper she went.
As she twisted and strained at her hips and lower torso, the sweatiness of her crotch gouging deep into the thickness of the mire's surface, the glueyness of the silty clay gunk egarly adhered well along the bare sweaty fragrant curves of her womanhood pressed tightly against the comforting fabric of her red thong bikini briefs. Her hips continue to descend as the slimy gray silt formed and molded around their wide girth, gently caressing her ample curves, causing Sakura to blush once more. She bit her lip in anger as she leans back, shifts her body weight once more and tries twisting her crotch, hips, and huge butt out of the gray mud. A loud array of "BLUTS" and "SHLLPS" bellowed from the gray mire as the sweaty amazon wrestled and fought viscously to escape her sticky drenched and glistened upon the tanned bareness of Sakura's skin and saturated the conforming fabric of her white shirt and thong briefs. The more she struggled, the more sweat she produced, which continued to stain her t-shirt until the majority of her breasts and bra were visible through the transparent stain. But that didn't matter to Ogami, she was more focused on escaping this dreaded mire and getting that lonesome frisbee. Her spine and neck arched rearward as she rocked her hips and lower half from side to side violently as the dismal gray morass stuck well to her hips and butt like a sticky, clingy mass of honey. But the more the girl fought against the clay's relenting grip and tenacity, her efforts only worked the alluring curves of her hips and derriere deeper into the gray swamp pit.
It was then, that Sakura stopped what she was doing. Glancing down she saw that her crotch settled deep into the clay and glancing behind over her shoulder she noticed her huge butt was mire halfway in the gunk. She closed her eyes and took in a few deep breaths, the martial artist finally realized that brute strength wasn't going to win this battle. This battle would fully test her mind, not her fists. She needs to calm down in order to stop sinking, she allowed her rage to turn into power and that power was only making matters worse for herself. Finally relaxed, Sakura calms down and crosses her arms in slight annoyance. There were two reasons for that. One: the fact that she stumbled into the same clay pit as Aoi did. And two: was the sensations she was beginning to feel upon sinking crotch deep.
The wetness of the clay soaked through her thong bikini briefs and swirled and massaged the area in between her legs. She winced again slightly, as her body temperature slowly rises, ignoring the wet muck lapping at her crotch Sakura tried to keep a focus mind and come up with an escape plan. She placed her hands down atop the mire's gritty surface and tried to push herself upwards will all of her strength, the silt clung and adhered well to the girl's wide hips and toned buttocks as she slowly and steadily rose up from the mire. But despite her heaving shoulders, and immense extortion of her arm muscles, she dropped back down into the gray bog. To make matters worse, her endeavor awoken a surge of sexual arousal deep within her and her body continued to get warmer and warmer.
"I…I must free myself from this stuff…ah~... I will not let this…lust spell consume… ah~!...me!" Sakura told herself as the thick wet clay pressed harder and tighter against her crotch, all the while holding firmly onto her massive buns and toned hips. It was becoming harder for the girl to resist the sexual and arousing urge building up within her. She shut her eyes tightly, gritted her teeth and pushed, pulled, and struggled like a wild animal within the dense heavy clay sending out massive ripples and quakes atop its surface. But all the effort did was just arouse the quicksand even more to swallow more and more of her body and suck lustfully at her stuck legs with loud "SPLURCHS" and "SLTHHS". The more struggling she did, the more sweat she produced, to the point where her entire body sparkled and shined like the crystal blue ocean. Her tanned, muscle-toned physique shimmered and gleaned like a car after a nice coat of wax.
As more and more of her crotch was dragged into the filthy gray morass, the stronger the arousal got for Sakura. Her body was luke-warm and the blush on her cheeks were prominent for all to see, especially with all the sucking sounds coming from the muddy clay which made her horny. The girl's breathing began to harden, and her moans slowly transitioned into gasps of sexual pleasure. "Ah~!...Ha…Ha… Why does something, such as his feel so good. But deadly at the same time? Ahhhh~!" the martial artist's thoughts were becoming sexual and lust driven. Her hands gently sank into the wet clay leaving impressions on the soft silt, but she quickly lifted them up, which resulted in more clay staining her hands. The gooey gray mass dripped off her hands and fingers, which caused the muscle girl's body to spark like a raging fire; a wild lust-filled fire storm if you will. The girl's mindset was shrouded in lust as she glanced and stared at her clay coated hands, then did something that not even she could comprehend doing. She brought her hands up to her chest and gently pressed them against her breasts, leaving behind two pairs of gray handprints on her sweaty transparent T-shirt. By this point, her crotch had fully sunk into the nasty sticky mire, along with her huge buttocks and alluring hips bringing the massive giant down to her waist and bellybutton. The sexual arousal levels went through the roof for Sakura.
"A…aaah!~ I-I shouldn't allow myself to be consumed by…such… Aaaah~... lustful desires!" Sakura moaned. The clay massaged and touched every part of her body and every little movement she made let it feel more intense full, the wet silt flowed into her bellybutton touching the knot within, causing the girl to arch her head back and let out a moan of sexual pleasure. By now, Sakura stopped fighting against the mud's suction and let the clay suckle at her muscular form and physique. She dug her hands into the clay and watched as the gray slop ooze and trickle in between her fingers, she then began to rub the clay residue on her arms. A sexual grunt escaped her lips when she felt the ooze make contact with her wet sweaty arms, to her surprise the clay didn't feel cold at all, it was luke-warm at best. "This stuff…feels…amazing. No wonder Asahina felt at ease here" Sakura said to herself as she looked at her arms and lower waist and saw they were all coated in creamy gray goodness, the girl dipped her hands into the morass once more making sure to coat both of them in a heavy layer of clay. The mire gave some resistance when the girl tried to relinquish her hands which got a small chuckle out of the Martial Artist, after a few playful tugs she was rewarded with her hands, coated in a nice dark gray. She ran her hands up and down her stomach and abs, feeling the warm silt on her body, it was the equivalent of taking a mud bath at the spa. The white-haired giant was in pure bliss upon feeling the warm clay on her luscious body, as she was enjoying herself the mire continued to pull her down deeper and deeper into its clutches. But the more the morass consumed her form the more aroused she became, she couldn't resist to slowly wiggle her hips, the clay created smooth coils around her waist as she rocked left to right.
The girl's arousal only grew more and more, to the point where she leaned back a little and began to rub her femininity on the soft clay the quell her lusty spell. The blush on her face intensified and her breathing got harder and more erotic with each passing second. It got worse when the girl plunged her hand deep into the clay to reach her crotch and began rubbing her muddied hand against her thong bikini briefs, loud sexual moans exited her mouth as her head shot up. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! YES! YES! YES! YESSSSSS!" Sakura was lost from reality, consumed by lust and her naughty thoughts as she furiously rubbed on her crotch. The girl's mouth was open, slightly agape with her tongue partially sticky out, all the while a lust-crazed expression coats her face. Her entire body enjoyed the situation she was in, it wasn't as tense as before when she first stumbled into the clay pit. The quagmire shifted, oozed, and gurgled all around her as she sank. Further struggles would spell doom for her, since she was sinking faster and faster from all the vile movements she was making. The girl was so lost in her lusty pleasure she didn't notice that she stopped sinking, it wasn't until she gradually came to a stop with her antics. When she snapped back to reality she was up to her ribcage, nearing the border of her breasts.
"The good news is that I've stopped sinking, thought I would've gone under" Sakura said aloud to herself and chuckled. She rested her arms atop the silt's surface, she was about claw at the surface when she began to blush again. For some reason, her body didn't immediately regain control and drive her to escape the dreaded trap, it was almost like it didn't want to leave. Slightly exhausted from pleasuring herself, Sakura relaxes again to allow her strength to return to her. Looking down she saw all the gray stains and layers of clay on her t-shirt, her clothing felt heavy and weighed her down. So, in an attempt to make herself lighter she took her muddy, sweat stained t-shirt off and threw it away, revealing her huge DD breasts clad in a red bikini top, the nipples were hard and poked through the thin material. Deep under the clay she starts to pump her legs, due to how thick the stuff was it's almost like she was in a pool of extra chunky peanut butter. But it was enough for her to start sinking again, her ribcage was sucked under into the silt dragging her downwards once again. The girl's white hair gently fanned out atop the gray gel-like surface of the quagmire; she simply smiles as she watches the clay rise up to perfectly cup her huge ample mounds. She leans back within the dense liquid clay and is once again at ease, closing her eyes Sakura is swept up in a peaceful bliss as her breasts gently descend into the warm morass. Caressing and massaging every inch of her breast's alluring curves and plumpness, she soon stops pumping her legs and allows herself to float half breast deep, blushing madly as the warm gray liquid oozed and flowed into her cleavage. "It seems Asahina was right after all, the moment you enter, your entire body relaxes" The martial artist said with a relaxed sigh as she bobbed up and down within the dense goop.
"Sakura?! Sakura?! Where are you!?" Aoi called out, a few seconds went by, but no one replied. She angrily tapped her barefoot against the sand and resumed walking. The donut girl decided to look for Sakura herself after an hour and a half went by, she practically had to sneak past Ishimaru to gain access to the northern area of the beach. Once she made her way past the caution tape she was in the clear, Aoi couldn't shake the feeling that something happened to her best friend and was willing to defy the rules if it meant her safety. So far, nothing really stood out to her, except the shoe prints in the sand. "No doubt belonging to Sakura, I know it!" Aoi deducted as she continued her trek. The warm ocean breeze blew through her hair and combined with the moderate luke-warm sand beneath her feet made her feel calm to some extent. Her flip-flops resided in her right hand and her beach towel was wrapped around her waist, giving off a Hawaiian princess-ish look to her. As she continued to walk along the shoreline, her foot broke through the sand and plunged into lukewarm clay, nearly causing the busty doughnut loving swimmer to fall flat on her face, but the girl maintained her balance and stood up straight. Looking down she saw her foot was semi-buried in clay. "Don't think about snatching me up again! ~" she said playfully as she pumped and jerked her leg a few times until her foot came out of the sticky gray gunk. The base and sides of her foot was lined in gray, along with her toes which ruined her sky-blue nail polish. "Okay Aoi, let's try not and get stuck in a clay pit while finding our friend" the girl mentally said to herself before she continued walking.
A few steps later Aoi noticed something white in the distance, she walked over to it and picked it up. It was a white t-shirt with a massive transparent sweat stain on the front along with heavy layers of gray clay. "This shirt must've belonged to Sakura! She's got to be here!" Fueled with newfound determination she continued her trek down the beach. As she got halfway down the beach, she noticed another patch of clay, this one was slightly larger than the small one she encountered not too long ago. But what surprised her about this one was that she could make out the silhouette of a person in the center. "Is that…?"
Sakura was enjoying herself in her custom made mud bath, she scooped up a huge wade of clay from the mire below and slathered it along her breasts, moaning blissfully at the feeling of warm clay on her sweat stained mounds. "I…I can't allow the others to find out about this, it's impure…and downright shameful for someone of the Ogami family" The girl thought to herself all the while looking at her clay-stained hands. She figured it was time to get out, the others were probably worried sick about her, especially Asahina. Sakura shook the clay from her hands and was about to push herself up and out of the pit, but the moment she looked up she was greeted by Aoi looking down at her with a smug grin on her face.
"Well, well, well, well. What do we have here?" Aoi said smugly, Sakura's cheeks went bright red with embarrassment as her eyes darted away in shame. "I-I knew you would come here looking for me Asahina, I just didn't want you to see me like this" Sakura spoke sadly, her voice was laced with shame. Aoi just laughed in return. "How does it feel? I'm guessing good since it seems like you've been enjoying yourself~"
Sakura looked down at her mud-stained bra and immediately covered her breasts with her arms and pouted. "I-I will admit, the clay feels good against my skin, especially on a day like this" she said. "The frisbee Owari threw is right behind me, I was so lost in my…uh…thoughts and forgot about it."
"Don't worry I'll grab it!" Aoi said, as she made her way around the pit and pulled it out of the clay, she gave it a good hearty shake to get rid of the mud residue. Then walked back over to where Sakura was. "Can you move at all?" she asked, the martial artist nodded her head and to further prove her point she wiggled around a bit indicating that the clay had soften and loosen up drastically due to all of her struggles. Aoi stood at the edge of the pit and undid the beach towel around her waist and threw it out towards Sakura, the end of the towel landed a few inches away from the muscular girl and was within grabbing distance. She grabbed onto it with both hands and held on tight as Aoi began pulling from the other end. Given Sakura's weight, she really had to put her back into it, and as for Sakura herself, she kicked and pumped her legs in conjunction with wiggling her lower torso to further loosen up the clay's suction on her hips and lower legs. After playing tug-of-war with the mire for fifteen to twenty minutes the girl's ribcage and stomach soon emerged from the gray morass, then her waist and hips came out of the goop too. A few more hearty tugs from Aoi, she was able to pull her back onto solid ground. From the breast down along with a few strands of her hair, a majority of Sakura's body was a dirty gray.
The martial artist was on her knees catching her breath, while Aoi was flat on her butt also catching her breath. "T-Thank you" Sakura spoke. Aoi just flashed her a thumbs up since she was too tired to even speak. Sakura began wiping the mud off her body, but some of it still stuck well to her form. "You may want to wash off in the water" Aoi spoke, Sakura complied and made her way into the ocean and began splashing herself with water and rubbing some on her arms and stomach. The clay quickly washed off her body, she even dunked her head in to get some of the mud off her hair. Once she was done, she waked back to shore where Aoi was waiting for her. The swimmer gave her the beach towel she used earlier to pull her out, Sakura simply draped it over her shoulders and looked at the brunette with a warm smile.
"You promise you won't tell anyone about this?" Sakura asked. "You promise you and I come down here sometime for a private sink~" Aoi said in return seductively which caught the latter off guard for a brief moment. "Deal" Sakura said again which caused Aoi to glow up like a light bright. The two began to make their way back to the main beach, for Aoi she wanted to get back as soon as possible since the others would begin to question where she was. As for Sakura, she wasn't in much of a rush to get back, she was taking in the experience she just underwent. In her mind, she was…kind of thralled by what she went through. She was never big on mud baths, but after today, it seemed like her mind came to a definitive answer.
"Sakura hurry up! If I don't get back in time the others are going to come look for me, and if that happens, I'll be subjugated to one of Ishimaru's lectures!" Aoi yelled. "I'm coming Asahina, I'm just taking my time" the martial artist said in return. Sakura looked behind her at the massive clay pit, her body began to feel warm again but subdued it deep within her thoughts. But one thing's for sure, she'll be back at some point later on. Whether it's tomorrow or the week after, she'll return to that very exact clay pit.
The End.