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(A continuation from this pic http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5071949/ )
Haven't seen Natasha in a while, so why not another quicksand pic? Going where the last one left off, Natasha, starts to think that there might be a bit more at stake than her dress and dry cleaning bill. She wants to struggle, BUT isn't that what you're NOT supposed to do in quicksand? Realizing that she's sinking either way though, it's only a matter of time before the panic will take over......
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So, is anyone feeling rather heroic? Or should we wait until she goes deeper?
(BTW, bonus points if anyone draws her deeper or being rescued!)
Haven't seen Natasha in a while, so why not another quicksand pic? Going where the last one left off, Natasha, starts to think that there might be a bit more at stake than her dress and dry cleaning bill. She wants to struggle, BUT isn't that what you're NOT supposed to do in quicksand? Realizing that she's sinking either way though, it's only a matter of time before the panic will take over......
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So, is anyone feeling rather heroic? Or should we wait until she goes deeper?
(BTW, bonus points if anyone draws her deeper or being rescued!)
Category All / Bondage
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 1138 x 1280px
File Size 151.8 kB
Listed in Folders
Nothing very special, only one cowgirl in situation like this on there's art. There's this cowgirl (me): http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4822784/
About clothes I don't know, maybe corset or swimsuit. How deep... This will be your decision, how will be better for you. You make very awesome in every deep, those arts: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5023267/ , http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5251569/ proofs of it.
About clothes I don't know, maybe corset or swimsuit. How deep... This will be your decision, how will be better for you. You make very awesome in every deep, those arts: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5023267/ , http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5251569/ proofs of it.
Anything what comes up to my head is that I could write a story for you, if you've got your own character. I've never written bondage stories, but I could try. I've got good imagination. Only I'm in the last class of highschool, in May I've got Matura Exams (something like A Level), so I'll able to start write somewhere in half of May.
I think I could find somebody fitting good for this 
adagadeprata is very good artist (Here you've got some examples he did for me: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5008867/ ; http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3073363/ ; http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3175449/ ), his arts are cheap. Possibly could be there 
xxlarkxx too, her arts are mainly for 5-15 $.
adagadeprata is very good artist (Here you've got some examples he did for me: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5008867/ ; http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3073363/ ; http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3175449/ ), his arts are cheap. Possibly could be there 
xxlarkxx too, her arts are mainly for 5-15 $. 
[I can't draw the rescue, but I can most certainly write it! For my talent is in making pictures with words...]
Natasha whimpered, eyes wide in the coming onset of panic as she felt the muck creep over her thighs, hugging her hips now. The black and purple dragon looked around frantically for purchase, finding nothing upon which to seize and pull herself free.
With great effort, she probed the depth of it with one foot, finding only slick bank and only deeper quicksand still.
"Can't panic... I-I c-c-c-can't..." She chattered, feeling the cool quicksand pull up around her middle. Pleasant as it felt, to have the moist, viscous goop press up against her privates, firm enough to pleasure but yielding enough to press against, she was too frightened to enjoy herself. Her dress felt tighter on her as the goo kept oozing up and she kept sinking down, her breasts soon resting on top of the surface.
"Oooohh...." she whined in a half-moan, half-whimper. "H-Heeeeelp...." she squeaked, panic keeping her from raising her voice.
Elsewhere, it wasn't his ears that picked her up...
Oh no. Sensitive as they were, all he could hear was a distant bubbling and he kept his distance as he walked along the edge of the bog, looking for an herb containing a chemical he needed.
What his ears failed to detect, his alien mind heard as clear as a monastery bell.
The thrice hybrid, Zucca Xerfantes, felt the electrical currents of a sentient mind in distress.
He raced towards the source, his electrosensory perception guiding him as he ducked and weaved through the bog, avoiding similar pits of quicksand.
Meanwhile, back at the pit, Natasha was trying not to weep as the quicksand crept over her breasts, dribbling between her cleavage with tiny wet -Plops-. Her arms were underneath, feeling for anything to grab onto, but were now exhausted from moving around in the thick sludge.
Her purple-scaled breasts soon submerged, only her head and shoulders remained over the surface of the pit, eyes wide, mouth agape and lips quivering, feeling the thick substance massage her body and her delicate feminine folds from every conceivable direction.
It wouldn't be a *bad* way to go, comparatively speaking...
'Hold on. Try not to move.' She thought to herself.
Or did she? The thought just... popped into her head of its own volition.
Suddenly a gray and gold wolf, long blonde hair flowing down his shoulders, ocean blue eyes assessing the scene, explodes form the brush.
"Reach up if you can..." He said, his voice bearing the accent of a desert dweller. He was dressed like one too, wearing a loose white vest and baggy blue pants. His boots though seemed to be old military duds.
"C-Can't...! Arms can't move..." Natasha squeaked, relief washing over her as she realized she had a chance now.
A slim chance though, she realized, as the quicksand smooshed up under her delicate chin and jawline.
Zucca bit his lip thoughtfully, then took a deep breath, grabbing hold of a sturdy branch and pushing it under the surface of the goop, finding her hands. "Grab on *tightly*." He said. "You're going to be alright, miss..."
She did as he told her, taking hold of the branch and watching as he pulled hard, bringing her to the edge. He reached under with his arms, firmly taking hold of hers and pulling her up out of the muck and into his arms.
Their faces came within inches of eachother, her muck-laden breasts wetly smooshing against his partially bare chest. The dragoness let out a tiny sob. "Th-Thank you so much!" She whispered, looking gratefully into his eyes.
The wolf, not seeming to mind the mud on his clothes, smiled warmly. "I could do no less."
[What'd you think? ^_^]
Natasha whimpered, eyes wide in the coming onset of panic as she felt the muck creep over her thighs, hugging her hips now. The black and purple dragon looked around frantically for purchase, finding nothing upon which to seize and pull herself free.
With great effort, she probed the depth of it with one foot, finding only slick bank and only deeper quicksand still.
"Can't panic... I-I c-c-c-can't..." She chattered, feeling the cool quicksand pull up around her middle. Pleasant as it felt, to have the moist, viscous goop press up against her privates, firm enough to pleasure but yielding enough to press against, she was too frightened to enjoy herself. Her dress felt tighter on her as the goo kept oozing up and she kept sinking down, her breasts soon resting on top of the surface.
"Oooohh...." she whined in a half-moan, half-whimper. "H-Heeeeelp...." she squeaked, panic keeping her from raising her voice.
Elsewhere, it wasn't his ears that picked her up...
Oh no. Sensitive as they were, all he could hear was a distant bubbling and he kept his distance as he walked along the edge of the bog, looking for an herb containing a chemical he needed.
What his ears failed to detect, his alien mind heard as clear as a monastery bell.
The thrice hybrid, Zucca Xerfantes, felt the electrical currents of a sentient mind in distress.
He raced towards the source, his electrosensory perception guiding him as he ducked and weaved through the bog, avoiding similar pits of quicksand.
Meanwhile, back at the pit, Natasha was trying not to weep as the quicksand crept over her breasts, dribbling between her cleavage with tiny wet -Plops-. Her arms were underneath, feeling for anything to grab onto, but were now exhausted from moving around in the thick sludge.
Her purple-scaled breasts soon submerged, only her head and shoulders remained over the surface of the pit, eyes wide, mouth agape and lips quivering, feeling the thick substance massage her body and her delicate feminine folds from every conceivable direction.
It wouldn't be a *bad* way to go, comparatively speaking...
'Hold on. Try not to move.' She thought to herself.
Or did she? The thought just... popped into her head of its own volition.
Suddenly a gray and gold wolf, long blonde hair flowing down his shoulders, ocean blue eyes assessing the scene, explodes form the brush.
"Reach up if you can..." He said, his voice bearing the accent of a desert dweller. He was dressed like one too, wearing a loose white vest and baggy blue pants. His boots though seemed to be old military duds.
"C-Can't...! Arms can't move..." Natasha squeaked, relief washing over her as she realized she had a chance now.
A slim chance though, she realized, as the quicksand smooshed up under her delicate chin and jawline.
Zucca bit his lip thoughtfully, then took a deep breath, grabbing hold of a sturdy branch and pushing it under the surface of the goop, finding her hands. "Grab on *tightly*." He said. "You're going to be alright, miss..."
She did as he told her, taking hold of the branch and watching as he pulled hard, bringing her to the edge. He reached under with his arms, firmly taking hold of hers and pulling her up out of the muck and into his arms.
Their faces came within inches of eachother, her muck-laden breasts wetly smooshing against his partially bare chest. The dragoness let out a tiny sob. "Th-Thank you so much!" She whispered, looking gratefully into his eyes.
The wolf, not seeming to mind the mud on his clothes, smiled warmly. "I could do no less."
[What'd you think? ^_^]
Oh, really? Thank you ^_^
As for what to draw, do whatever you wish! Surprise me! But involve either Zucca http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1512539/ or Aries http://zuucka.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2jz4bk
And if you ever want me to write anything else for you, please, let me know! I've been feeling immensely creative as of late ^_^
As for what to draw, do whatever you wish! Surprise me! But involve either Zucca http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1512539/ or Aries http://zuucka.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2jz4bk
And if you ever want me to write anything else for you, please, let me know! I've been feeling immensely creative as of late ^_^
Honestly, doing backgrounds isn't all that hard, nature ones especially. They're wild and overgrown hashes of green and brown. Look at the first pic in this sequence and look at the trees. The leaves and grass were all done with brushes.
(And just curious, which of your babes would be the first to find herself in peril?
(And just curious, which of your babes would be the first to find herself in peril?
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