N: *Two Pokemon are heading to the Quarry* Skitty: This place looks deserted, you sure it's okay to come here? L: Treecko climbs over a pile of rocks. "Ah, it's fine. Not like there's gonna be anyone around to stop us, anyway." N: Skitty: What are we looking for exactly, I thought you gonna do some breath holding training today L: "Yep, that's what I'm gonna do at least, and you're welcome to join me. We've just got to find a good amount of clay, first." N: Skitty: Clay huh, so I'm guessing there's quicksand like clay pit somewhere to sink in L: "Exactly. Shouldn't be too hard to find." Some time later, the two Pokemon come across a different colored section of ground, with several warning signs around it. Treecko touches it, confirming that it's the clay he and Skitty had been looking for. "Ah, here we are!" N: Skitty: It has all the quicksand warning signs alright, looks big enough for a mud spa L: "Sure does. Hopefully it's deep enough, too." Treecko reaches into the clay, getting all the way up to his shoulder before pulling back, with some effort. "Didn't feel a bottom just there, so this'll probably work." N: Skitty: Looks welcoming, this should be fun L: Treecko starts walking into the clay pool, each step clearly taking more and more effort as his legs sink. He gets about a third of the way across before he's too deep to keep going, sunk to his waist and slowly going deeper. N: *Skitty walks into the clay pit til she find herself stuck next to Treecko as she sinks to her underbelly* Skitty: Wow, this is so warm here L: "Mmm... This DOES feel really good..." Treecko closes his eyes and blushes, starting to get aroused from the clay slowly rubbing along him. N: *Skitty blushed as she purrs* Skitty: Ohh, so warm. I knew quicksand could be so pleasurable but this is much more then I bargain for L: It almost wasn't visible at this point, but Treecko was getting an erection, its tip just visible above the clay as his belly sinks under. "...Maybe we could put the breath holding practice aside for now, and just enjoy ourselves." N: *Skitty put her front legs free as she rubs her crotch area* Skitty: I feel like a naughty kitty L: Treecko starts to masturbate as well. "I bet we've got plenty of time to take care of ourselves before we start risking drowning... We'll be fine." N: Skitty: Yeah, I don’t fear any drowning at all. We both have good breath holding time L: "Although..." Treecko looks down at the clay, which has covered most of his chest at this point. "...If it feels this good around us, maybe it'll feel good inside us, too?" N: Skitty: Yes, it will feel nice. It also isn’t thick enough to keep us from resurfacing too *Skitty wags her tail as she sinks to her chest* L: "Yeah, maybe... Just a few breaths of clay, then we'll head back up." Treecko starts having a little difficulty breathing, the thick clay making it take more effort for his chest to expand. N: Skitty: This is gonna be quite the experience for the two of us L: "Here's hoping it'll be a good one. Although I don't imagine our lungs will be having a very good time down there." N: Skitty: It’s like being in the advanced level of breath holding training L: "Ha, I suppose that's the next best thing to learning to hold your breath longer; learning to endure being forced to breathe something other than air!" The clay entirely covers Treecko's chest and starts working its way up his neck. N: *Skitty sinks to her neck* Skitty: We gonna make the best of it, I bet it will be fun playing around in the quicksand L: As willing as he is, Treecko can't help but get a bit nervous as he starts tilting his head back, though he continues his now-unseen masturbation. "A-alright, almost time to find out what our breath holding limit is..." N: Skitty: This should be interesting *Skitty tilts her head back as the clay reaches her chin* L: In his last few seconds before submerging, Treecko looks over at Skitty. "Coughing out all the clay after this is gonna suck..." Then, with a deep breath, he sinks below the clay. N: Skitty: Let's hope this warm clay will make it less so *Skitty holds her breath as she slowly sinks under* L: Treecko keeps his eyes closed, knowing clay wouldn't be good on them, and it wasn't like he'd be able to see under it anyway. With puffed cheeks and a smile, he relaxes, practically not even needing to masturbate to keep his pleasure going. N: *Skitty relaxes under the clay, feeling the warm clay massaging the body like a mud spa as she keeps her breath in* L: Because of all the practice they'd had, the two Pokemon stay calm under the clay for a surprisingly long time, several relaxed minutes passing before either of them started getting uncomfortable. Treecko blows a few bubbles to help reduce his strain, and stops masturbating, letting his lack of oxygen do the work for now. N: *Skitty keeps holding it in despite needing air* L: Treecko covers his mouth as his chest heaves, his blush no longer just from arousal, but strain as well. His dick starts to throb as he gets closer to an orgasm without even doing anything, though he whines from his lungs starting to burn. N: *Skitty lungs starting to turn feel breathless as they both need air* L: As his blush starts turning purple, Treecko frantically kicks around, trying everything he can to hold on just a little longer, losing air in a stream of bubbles despite having both hands over his mouth. N: *They both try to resurface after reaching their limit* L: It hadn't occurred to the Pokemon that swimming in clay was quite different from water; it took far more time and effort to get anywhere, meaning even more oxygen was getting used up, and it wasn't seeming like they'd make it in time... N: *They keep going as they starting to get clay in their lungs* L: Treecko chokes as his lungs struggle to force out the thick clay before just sucking in more, his blush now turning blue. Still, each attempt to breathe sends a jolt of arousal through him, and after a few choked gasps, he climaxes hard, now starting to leave a trail of cum during his ascent. N: *Skitty face turns blue as she keeps her ascent* L: While his swimming starts to get uncoordinated and slow down, Treecko still keeps going, gurgling with just clay in his lungs now, every single bubble he'd come down with being gone by now. His cock doesn't seem to want to stop either, still spurting and marking the path of his desperate struggles. N: *Skitty was feeling so drowned but not out as she pushing through the limit* L: Treecko's coughing finally stops, his body not really caring about his breaths of clay any more. With weak strokes of his arms, he does still pull himself higher, but it was getting even slower and more taxing, and he starts to consider just giving up. His cumming stops as well, having run himself dry, but his cock still throbs as if his orgasm were continuing. N: *Skitty still keeps going despite having her lungs being filled with clay she keeps going despite her weaken state* L: Now needing to force himself to move, Treecko slowly pants at the clay as he weakly swims. If he were still coherent, he'd be impressed with himself at this point; he's fully drowned, yet still awake and moving, even with his face a deep blue. N: *After many struggle their arm poke out of the clay surface* L: Without too much more effort, Treecko's sleepy face finally rises out of the clay. He almost doesn't remember what to do at this point, but after a couple seconds clay erupts from his mouth as he forcefully exhales before gasping once more. His clay-soaked lungs have trouble working with the air, but they manage it, and he soon returns to awareness, going back into a coughing fit. N: *Skitty resurface looking exhausted and breathless she struggles to breath for a moment before spitting out some clay* L: Treecko hacks up more and more clay, fighting to stay on the surface as he slowly recovers. It wouldn't be visible to Skitty, but his face returns to its normal color under all the clay covering it. N: *Skitty cough up more and more clay as her face starts to return to her normal color, taking her time to recover* L: Finally, Treecko's coughing calms enough for him to speak. "A-are you... O-okay?" N: Skitty: Y-Yeah... that was pretty... intense L: Treecko starts trying to push himself up to stand on the clay. "W-we... We need to be more careful..." N: Skitty: Yeah... we almost drown L: Getting enough height that he was back to being knee-deep in the clay, Treecko helps Skitty do the same. "We should go... I think that's enough clay for now." N: Skitty: Yeah, We should. To be honest it wasn't nearly as bad as choaking on salt water L: The Pokemon manage to trudge their way out of the clay pool, their bodies still nearly entirely coated in the stuff. After some time to wipe most of it off, they head out from the quarry, eager to relax after nearly not returning from their dive in the clay.