Fetchia was a swamp. There was fog all the time, and it smelt terrible. There were always hideous little creatures running around, and it was ridden with disease. Dead trees feebly spouted out of the stale and murky water, desparately trying to escape such a horrible place.
The young prince Fadra had been charged as the regent of the swamp, by his father the king. For military reasons, it served the kingdom best for the swamp to remain a swamp, as it was an effective obstacle for any invaders. Thus, the king had a strange respect for the swamp, and it was not lightly that he bestowed its care to Fadra, at his unusual request.
Fadra had always had a 'thing' for swamps, and as he now gazed upon Fetchia for the first time, he could scarecly keep his tongue inside his mouth. After quickly gazing around to make sure no-one was looking, Fadra knelt down and gently caressed the surface of the swamp, which rippled in pleasure. Fadra was instantly turned on, and had no choice but to take Fetchia with him back to his small shack in the hills.
Once there, Fadra quickly flung off his clothes, and wasted no time in getting back to Fetchia. They had sex several dozen times, with Fadra teaching Fetchia several human techniques, and Fadra being delighted by some bizarre yet pleasurable swamp techniques.
Meanwhile, back in the royal court, the King was furious. His strategic swamp was gone, as was the son he had trusted to maintain it. He issued an ultimatum to the countryside surrounding his castle: if the swamp and the prince were not located within the next three days, they would all pay. However, Fadra and Fetchia had no way of knowing about this, as they so rarely left the bed. Even if they had known, they would not have been able to return to the old way. They were in love, and more importantly, they were in heat.
So everyone died. end.