Prompt: The Quicksand Queen (Final)

Summary: An archeologist gets in over their head exploring a new tomb, but strange magical jewels transformer her into a being made of quicksand with a powerful appetite. Prompt for Someone anonymous. 

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The planned day of Alex's coronation was, to put it mildly, a hectic one. She had eyes on a major city center to move into, and she had big plans for settling in, and relocating her temple there. There was certainly quite a bit of panic as she initially approached the city, towering above buildings that scarcely came up to her waist. As she lurched to the center of the city, flooding the streets under tons and tons of sand, she spread her arms aloft, beckoning the earth underneath her to shift, and make room for her temple.

She huffed with irritation, not taking into account the various other problems with modern life: the act of shifting buildings and streets caused power lines to snap, water pipes to rupture, streets to crack, and general public pandemonium. Alex decided, with some visible disappointment, that she'd have to put off plans for a grand coronation so that she could get down to the more boring aspects of city planning.

She collapsed in on herself, her body melting and shifting, the earth widening into a massive whirling pit of sand. Its widening maw pulled in the buildings, the streets, the occupants of the city as well... Alex's disembodied voice echoed through the city, moaning with pleasure as all the riches of human civilization filled her up, churching within her, all the potential and miracles of life incorporating with her.

She was careful with the fragile humans as, seemingly overnight, the city road up from the sandy abyss. At the center of it all, an even grander temple than the one she had assimilated before... The royal grounds consisted of the additions of various important government buildings, religious centers, and other boring bureaucratic arms, but the palace was her home as much as it was an extension of her. From there, four enormous streets in the cardinal directions twisted around her in spiralling loops, cutting through rearranged buildings, parks, homes, all arranged in a divine, orderly arrangement... the chaos of generations of sprawling growth, neatly brought under her hegemony.

It was convenient to bring the entire population under her grand entrance hall for her coronation. Queen Alex greeted her new subjects with... well, for all of her changes, she never went to school to talk like a pretentious royal, so she was pretty straight shooting. But the sequined patterns of innumerable dazzling gems decorating her smooth, silky form, her stature as a twenty-foot tall giantess looming over the crowds, as well as her inviting performance, made her a quick favourite with the people she would be protecting from now on. Her body, formless and elegant, twisted back and forth, limbs twisting in hypnotic displays as she spun around, kicking her legs upwards with newfound flexibility as she showed off her curves, revealing her flexibility, performing to the din of a playful belly dance.

Of course, the incorporation of the local news broadcasting station was especially convenient to have her message of peace, love, and unity be shared with the rest of the world. She anticipated there would be no shortage of diplomatic envoys being sent to her new holy city state. She'd have to prepare gifts for them, and ambassadors of her own... perhaps in the form of the miracle gems and her special, sand-form attendants she had gifted immortality to. But until then, she'd be content reshaping the society to be a better place... at least by her unbiased standards.

For the people, life would go on, not far removed from the life they had before. The presence of Queen Alex, however, permeated the entire city. Trash and recycle receptacles never had to be emptied, for they were all portals to fill her hunger... landfills disappeared overnight as a result, and no food would be wasted, as all would be born from, and eventually return to Queen Alex's form.

Factories, retooled to her natural laws, produced new projects, all granted her blessing; the greatest megacorporations of the world would envy the power of her reach as a brand-name. Queen Alex, despite her ascension as an immortal goddess of the bountiful earth, was tickled pink to tune into a dramatized anime about her own life.

Of course, when she wasn't holding public ceremonies, holding audiences, or rewarding especially generous donors to her voracious hunger with the gift of immortality, she was often attended by hand by a litany of other sand girls like her. Queen Alex enjoyed being hand fed in particular, as well as being on the receiving end of various massages. Her body was so sensitive, and the sensation of touching and being touched all at once was intensely erotic.

One of her favourite acts was having one of her sand-girl servants embrace her while resting on top of her; the friction generation between their bodies would cause sand to mix in with each other, flowing over each other, mixing around. As sand spilled around them, it would flow back into them, twisting and turning as they embraced each other more and more, practically melting at each other's touch. The fun was only compounded when more sand-girls were brought into the mix, their limbs flailing as they slid across each other, fighting for space and collapsing on each other, the sound of their gem-encrusted bodies clinking together in hectic rhythm.

And as the heat of the moment ebbed away and Queen Alex and her intimate harem began to relax, converging upon each other, shapeshifting and reforming into a giant-sized facsimile of the queen herself, Queen Alex could feel the joyful resonation of her people, extensions of herself and the gifts she had vested not just on her personal guard, but across all her subjects. She would lazily twist a finger around her spiralling navel, happy for the numerous blessings she enjoyed.

Queen Alex wasn't sure if it would be proper to deign to pleasure just any mortal the way she pleasured her own company, as well as herself. But she supposed that there wasn't a whole lot proper about her to begin with. She spent most of her days in statuesque nudity, projecting herself across her domain to perform check ups, check out the sights, and live life with absolute freedom. In her realm, there was always an open spot on the treadmill, always an available jacuzzi... and the feasts she indulged in were without peer.

Truly, it was good to be the Quicksand Queen.

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