Unoriginal name, I know. I could have called it 'Sink in the Woods' but I dunno, that sounded a little too on the nose.
I haven't written anything new in like a year. I'm a bit rusty, but I figured I'd share some recent smut I had some inspiration for, even if it's kind of short. Short and sweet? Sure. Anyway. Some of you weirdos like reading my stuff.

I realize I'm a couple days late for posting things during the Month of Mae. It's now June.

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Night in the Woods

"Sshhcrew you guysh!" yelled a drunken cat. A huge party in the woods was the current hotness, having just arrived back in her home town recently. Mae, the college drop out, stumbled away into the darkness of the woods, while nobody seemed to care to follow her. She'd take a small break, thinking she'd made it miles away from them all, in reality she was pretty close by to the party. "God I'm a wreck..." she spoke to herself, walking off in what she thought was the way back home, even though they had drove there. She'd follow the road if she had to, who cares. Shuffling through some bushes granted her glowing eyes the sight of what looked like a fairly big clearing, which, with one step forward...

*Splorch!*

To her, her vision got noticeably smaller, the trees reaching further up to the sky than usual, and everything below her chest felt warm and wet. She looked down, thinking she had fallen in a river or something, but due to how dark it was out coupled with her drunkenness, she barely registered she had fallen right into some quicksand. Her vision adjusted to the darkness quickly, given she was a cat and all, and her head would tilt curiously as she noticed herself dip down into the surface of it an inch or so as she stared. Though she did notice she was sinking, it didn't exactly register in her head that she was in danger, really.

The surface would wobble and shift, eagerly taking in the slow-to-act feline while it can, sliding up her form as half of that signature 'cancel' sign on her shirt disappeared into the dark muck, making soft schlicks as it pulled her down. Her arms and paws were left on the surface during her fall, which she stared at, silently watching them get pushed down into the surface, the hungry quicksand rolling over them like a thick pudding. By the time she could have pulled them back up, the surface line rolled right over them and sucked them down under that incredibly thick surface, leaving her without any way to help herself out without putting herself in much deeper danger.

Though, to her, she was blinking one eye at a time. By the time she fully comprehended she was sinking very deep in quicksand, she was almost up to her shoulders. "Huh...?" she finally spoke, the quicksand giving a thick shlurp along her entire form, bringing her down and down. Before, had someone ran by, they might have seen her ears poking above the bushes, but not any more. She's sunk so far down that she's practically invisible to anybody who isn't directly next to her. She made one effort to struggle, feeling a little uncomfortable with her arms and body trapped under whatever she was trapped in, which only made the surface churn and gurgle ominously, causing it to voraciously suck down passed her shoulders. Similar to the way it worked over her arms, the surface would crawl eerily slowly up her shoulders and up to her neck, like a thick sludge. "Mae you're sinking in quicksand right now." she spoke to herself, her glowing eyes reflected light off of the muddy surface now that she's so close to it. "... Sinking under quicksand, soon." she continued as she felt another inch lost to the muck.

"Ugh, someone should go look for her." Beatrice begrudgingly said, hopping off of her log and looking around. "Probably." agreed Gregg, wandering off in the vague direction he saw his friend walk off in. "Hey Mae you drunk, don't get eaten by werewolves!" he called out, walking rather close to where the cat was.

Her ears would flick at the sound of her friends' voices, as she had sunk down to her mouth in the stuff, silencing her from being able to respond. Her breaths were long, and deep, trying to stay calm while she continued to sink. 'There's no way quicksand is bottomless like it is in those horror movies, surely.' she thought to herself, taking another deep breath as she felt the surface rise up along her head, her nose touching it now. A single bubble would pop in front of her face as she felt herself sink again, taking a deep breath as it rolled up over her nose, pooling under her huge eyes as she had to hold her breath, hoping someone would find her. By the time she heard footsteps getting closer to her, she had to finally close her eyes as the quicksand went to work sucking her down. Slowly, gracefully, the surface of the muck traveled up her head, quietly sucking her under as to make sure there was no escape if she was found. The quicksand would make a low, almost silent shhhhhlllllick sound as her head was continuously sucked down, inch after inch of it until it was just her scalp and ears above the barely moving surface. Plip. Another bubble as Mae struggled to hold her breath under the surface.

Gregg's ears would perk at the sound right next to him, causing him to peek over the bushes and as he focused, he'd notice Mae's head nearly swallowed whole by the ground. "Bea, I think Mae is sinking under quicksand or something." he called out. "What?" she responded, walking in his direction. By the time she got there, the muck had been rolling in between her ears, covering her small tuft of hair and flattening it as she continued to sink, two edges of the surface pushing up from the front and back of her head, to slowly meet in the middle and put weight on the top of her head, leaving just her ears. "Oh she's going under alright." Bea spoke, before both would go and look around, scrambling out into the forest to find some kind of stick or log to help her out with, quick.

Another bubble would pop on the surface as her ears were slowly taken, down and down. The muck would fill her ears in and hushing the world on the outside, and just when the two made their way back to where she was... All there would be left of her was the tips of her ears, which barely made dents in the surface when they were sucked under. The two stood there for a minute, watching the surface shift and settle, smoothing out where she used to be, before a flurry of bubbles escaped, plipping and plopping, before it all went quiet.