The sun blazed down on the beachside resort and a midday party was in full swing: a barbeque was roaring, and a large tented bar was set up to give the holiday heroes some shade, all of this was an idyllic scene but the main appeal of this to one particular guest was all the rich guys it contained.
 
 
“Ohhh, Hi there Chrom Sweetie!”
Charlotte grabbed the regent from the side pulling him into a hug, deliberately forcing his arm between her breasts.
“How are you finding the party? Planning on having a little extra fun?” she asked sweetly
“Erm, It’s been pretty good but I, ahh.. oh! my wife Robin's just heading over from the bar now, looks like she's got something to say to me" he said awkwardly, beckoning the white haired tactician over with as much subtlety as he could manage
"Aww, OK then~" She uttered with an unconvincing smile, backing away from the guy and adjusting her outfit.
 
 
She was wearing a sling bikini, if you could call it that: even in comparison to her usual outfit it was extremely revealing, the absurdly thin strips of cloth that made it up barely covered her nipples at the best of times, and she'd deliberately brought it a size too small to cause the flesh of her plump tits to bulge up around it, with a similar effect on her crotch and ass. Frankly it was a miracle she was allowed to wear it around, but since that redhead who owned the beach hideaway had sold it to her, she was more than ready to take the opportunity.
 
 
The blonde beauty spun around and wrapped her arms around the waist of the tallest guy within reach, who just so happened to be the king of Faerghus, making sure to press herself tightly against his back, almost causing him to jump out of his skin.
"Heyyy there Dimitri, I hear you're from a real cold place, need someone to help you through this heat?"
"Oh! Charlotte wasn’t it? I'm sorry, but I was in the middle of a conversation" he replied
She peered around the herculean king to spot his peer, Claude, who flashed her a bold smile and a wink.
 
 
Before she could make a move on her next mark however, the belle felt a tap on her shoulder and a familiar voice followed it
“Hi Charlotte, do you mind if we take a walk away from the others for a sec?” Corrin, the ashen-haired princess (and her boss) stood behind her - She was smiling, but Charlotte could feel a sense of disappointment emanating from her.
“I’m very happy you’re having fun here, and it’s great you’re getting out there and connecting with so many people from all these new cultures, but I’ve heard a couple of rumors that you’ve been making some people… uncomfortable, so do you mind taking a couple of minutes to cool off?”
“Ahh.. of course Lady Corrin” Charlotte smiled awkwardly, stepping away from the bar and into the overgrowth that backed it.
 
 
 
 
An hour had passed since Charlotte left the bar, though she was still totally enraged
“Arrh! Even in damn paradise nothing goes my way!” The bombshell struck out at a nearby palm tree, effortlessly splitting it’s trunk and sending it crashing to the ground.
“How the hell do all these princesses get guys so easily anyway? The gods know I’m far prettier than most of them, and much sweeter too”. Saying this, she paused mid-rant, remembering what happened with a couple of her allies’ marriages back in Nohr.
“That’s it, I’m just going to march over, grab a guy and propose, there’s no way he could say no here” With a newfound spring in her step, Charlotte began to make her way back to the resort.
 
 
She knew she had to get back hastily though: she’d been away for a while and she’d been missing out on some valuable romancing time. As such, she turned away from the path to take a more direct path back, after all it just looked like there was a patch of some wet sand beyond the wooden planks she stood on - she’d just hop through that, head into the trees beyond that and she’d be at the bar in a minute.
 
 
Confidently she strode into the sand, only to have her leg sink down to her knee in it
“Ah shit, I’m going to have to clean that off now, so much for saving time” the belle attempted to turn back to the path, but strangely enough she was completely unable to remove her leg.
“Huh, that’s a pain” she thought to herself, bending down to attempt to free herself. However, not only was she still not able to get unstuck, she had got herself completely unbalanced, forcing herself to put her other leg in at risk of toppling over and moving her further from safe ground.
 
 
Slowly but surely she was being dragged into the muck, though thankfully for her, her beautiful broad thighs had begun displacing more and more sand until she had sunk to her ass, where the movement finally stopped.
Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief (and something else of a benefit, though she’d never admit it, the cool and wet sand gently pressing onto her warm cunt was kinda making her horny).
“Hmm, well, when life gives you lemons I guess” she thought to herself, an idea sparking into her mind
*Ahem* ”Ohh nooo! I seem to be stuck in this gross mud! Won’t anyone come and help me out?~” She waited for a minute or so for a reply, but only heard insects chirping and birdsong in response.
*AH-HEM” “Ohhh Noooo! Poor little me! I’ve got stuck in ALL this icky goo.. Won’t some brave guy come over and SAVE me? I’d do ANYTHING for them!” Despite holding the sweetest smile she could muster, she was again greeted by effective silence.
 
 
 
 
“OHHH, DAMN IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT!” The beauty’s mask slipped again as she flew into a blind rage out of frustration, thrashing around in the quicksand as hard as she could.
Sadly for her, not only was her poor swimsuit severed by the effort, slipping under the surface of the mire away from her, but she began to stir and thin out the muck with the effort. Now naked outside of her trademark bow, Charlotte had completely exhausted herself. She slumped down in an attempt to catch her breath, inadvertently causing her to begin to sink further. She could barely tell, but the mud had passed her generous hips and was now hastily swallowing her torso, gliding over her flat stomach that belied the power of her abs.
 
 
“Hey, hey! What the!” All of a sudden the blonde found her head being pushed upwards: her generous breasts were buoyantly floating on the surface of the sand, pressing up into her chin as the rest of her body sank. Her arms were almost in up to her shoulders and there was no way of adjusting herself from this deeply embarrassing situation.
“Ohhh” she mewled “Someone, anyone help!”
Sadly for her the mire was much thinner than it had been earlier, and her giant tits couldn’t save her now, being pulled under with the rest of her and giving her a full view of her demise
“No! NN-mmmm!” Charlotte’s face was finally going under, leaving her beautiful bow and golden hair as the only visible part of her left, though these too were quickly pulled beneath the surface.
 
 
A few bubbles rose to the surface of the quicksand before settling still - the only hint there was anyone was ever there, and the jungle fell silent again.