
Commissioned by me
Artwork by shirasiyuki
Story written by
varienquill, with several edits by me
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All the squirming achieved only one thing: her head was stuck deeply within the black wallowing mass, just millimeters below its edge. Choked gasps and groans started to reverberate silently between the surfaces, squeezing her vocal chords in shock. Stretching her neck, she tried to avoid the earthy taste. But the muck smothered down her senses, cutting the melody's voice, turning her yell into faint bubbles as mud poured in to satisfy the pit's cravings. It only made her even more helpless.
"No way I'm going to end like this! There's only one option left..."
She yelled, "Help! Is anybody there? I'm sinking!" She continued to plead, using whatever opportunities there were at hand after she spat out the mud, but it didn't last very long. "Hel—"
A sudden gasp escaped her throat when the mud plunged all around her mouth. It packed itself into her jaw to fill the gaps in, dripping like hot wax from a candle, sinking at first and then hardening under the influence of her body's radiant heat. A trail followed, dipping to the junction of her lower chin, reaching down her bare neck and connecting her muzzle to the sludge that was swirling to clog it.
A string of the swamp held a bubbly glob of slime, slowly writhing and warping with a syrupy noise, only to bend down. Tacky strings dribbled and dripped, falling into the hollow, dirt-flavored abyss.
"Helrrmksgmmm...!"
Her eyes began to close, observing the beauty of a now-setting sky and trees. With a resigned groan, the singer became an unwilling victim of the dark, forbidden puddle.
"Glllrklhlrrffkllsdvhmulk..."
Bubbles popped loudly, pouring around her hair and tight-closed eyelids. She eventually fully submerged, once her tall horn went in as well. The surface itself wobbled briefly, the bubbles forming a ring upon the disappearance of a creature swallowed. Like a silent tomb, only ripples were audible, her absence noticeably undefined and murky—and all that remained was a seemingly innocent-looking mud pit, some clothes on the side, and a camera that continued recording until it would inevitably run out of battery.
Artwork by shirasiyuki
Story written by

PREVIOUS || END OF SEQUENCE
All the squirming achieved only one thing: her head was stuck deeply within the black wallowing mass, just millimeters below its edge. Choked gasps and groans started to reverberate silently between the surfaces, squeezing her vocal chords in shock. Stretching her neck, she tried to avoid the earthy taste. But the muck smothered down her senses, cutting the melody's voice, turning her yell into faint bubbles as mud poured in to satisfy the pit's cravings. It only made her even more helpless.
"No way I'm going to end like this! There's only one option left..."
She yelled, "Help! Is anybody there? I'm sinking!" She continued to plead, using whatever opportunities there were at hand after she spat out the mud, but it didn't last very long. "Hel—"
A sudden gasp escaped her throat when the mud plunged all around her mouth. It packed itself into her jaw to fill the gaps in, dripping like hot wax from a candle, sinking at first and then hardening under the influence of her body's radiant heat. A trail followed, dipping to the junction of her lower chin, reaching down her bare neck and connecting her muzzle to the sludge that was swirling to clog it.
A string of the swamp held a bubbly glob of slime, slowly writhing and warping with a syrupy noise, only to bend down. Tacky strings dribbled and dripped, falling into the hollow, dirt-flavored abyss.
"Helrrmksgmmm...!"
Her eyes began to close, observing the beauty of a now-setting sky and trees. With a resigned groan, the singer became an unwilling victim of the dark, forbidden puddle.
"Glllrklhlrrffkllsdvhmulk..."
Bubbles popped loudly, pouring around her hair and tight-closed eyelids. She eventually fully submerged, once her tall horn went in as well. The surface itself wobbled briefly, the bubbles forming a ring upon the disappearance of a creature swallowed. Like a silent tomb, only ripples were audible, her absence noticeably undefined and murky—and all that remained was a seemingly innocent-looking mud pit, some clothes on the side, and a camera that continued recording until it would inevitably run out of battery.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fetish Other
Species Gazelle
Size 2294 x 1606px
File Size 2.74 MB
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