Story written as part of a trade with  mw2soag. He requested that I do Tasha slowly sinking in quicksand, and I rescue her at the last minute. We have already agreed that I use the picture he did for the icon and the title. I hope you enjoy it as much as we do!

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It was a beautiful day in the city of Furtopia. And for Tasha, it was looking to be an exciting one. After having been hauled out of quicksand once before by a fox named Black Vulpine, she was looking to have a nice picnic in the woods with her new lover. She decided to go out early, so she could explore nature for a bit. She knew he wouldn’t mind. And besides, it doesn’t hurt to be early. In fact, it was all the better. That’s what she thought, anyway. So at 6:00 pm, about an hour before the agreed time, Tasha got her gear together and set out. She took her time to breathe in the delights of nature, and make the scene.

For the first 45 minutes, everything was okay. It was about this time she decided to go to the rendezvous point and wait for Black. As she walked, she was thinking of his small and lightweight body, yet the vampire hunting fox was not at all weak. He had spent the last 4 years of his life without a family or friend, with them all killed off by vampires, and though it caused him great pain, he recently decided that he did not want to let it interfere with his life. Continuing her walk off the beaten path, Tasha began to daydream about his small and lightweight yet muscular and battle-scarred body. She was thinking about the lovely day they had planned to have together. “Oh, Black... My love...” she said dreamily to herself, but aloud, as she continued walking. But as Tasha was looking into the future, she was ignoring the present, the consequences of which were catastrophic.

Suddenly, Tasha’s foot sank into some mud. At first, she wasn’t all that alarmed, because the area she was exploring was rather muddy in places. However, her foot had only sunk a few centimetres, and it was stuck fast. “Damn! This is a bit of a problem,” she said. Without really thinking, she plunged her other foot in as well. While she swore silently to herself, she didn’t immediately notice that she was sinking. It wasn’t until her feet were completely submerged did she notice that she was sinking. She made a remarkable effort to retain her composure as she said quietly to herself, “Oh god, please tell me this isn’t quicksand…” But while the Lord had nothing to say on this, there was no denying that it was quicksand. Hoping she could pull her ankles out before she got really stuck, she gave both her legs very powerful jerks, but despite being only ankle deep, the quicksand had her in a vice-like grip. Oh shit, this is bad, she thought. She was right. The effort had driven her down to her knees, and with her date 15 minutes away, she could only hope that Black had decided to come early too.

Tasha was not sure which she was having more trouble with; staying upright in the quicksand, or resisting the strong urge to struggle (any more of which would drive her in deeper). Both were a challenge, but the greater concern was that the quicksand was now moving along her upper thighs as she continued to sink slowly but surely. There was a tree nearby, but she couldn’t reach it. A few moments later, the mud began to claim her pelvis. She tensed up and shivered as the mud touched her sensitive areas. With the mud gurgling and bubbling softly, and the mud having finished gobbling up her pelvis, she was now starting to panic. She had gotten so deep, and it was only 6:50! If Black was not coming early, she would be gone in about another five minutes!

As the mud got ready to claim her hips, blurping and blopping quietly, she was noticing that she was quivering from fear, and this was accelerating her sinkage. She tried to regain her composure, knowing that she needed every spare second she could get. Not expecting it to work, the bovine placed her left hand on the mud and tried to force herself out. The good news was that she was right about it not working. The bad news was that arm was now pinned under the quicksand, and she was sinking a little faster, now having the mud licking her breasts and causing her to spasm from the sudden coldness, the movements causing her breasts to come and go in the quicksand rather instantly. The quicksand’s glop glop sound was also becoming much more menacing. At least I had the sense to leave my other arm free, she thought. But if I don’t get outta here soon, this date will be over before it’s even begun!!

“Help! Can anyone help? Please! I’m in quicksand!” she yelled. Sadly, this was a little speculative. The only response she got was her echo, and a dull bloop emanating from the mire, having just released an air bubble that her breasts took down with them. With her shoulders about to go, she just had to do something, or she was dead! But whatever it was, she dared not to try forcing herself out with her free arm. She tried calling again, only this time it was more direct. “Black! Wherever you are! HEEEEEELLLLP!!!”

Meanwhile, in another corner of this forest, a little black fox with a large old gash on his chest and one across his right eye was walking along. This was Black, and he was looking to keep his date with Tasha. But once he heard a call of distress, he immediately knew who it was. And he suspected quicksand, too. It was an awfully long way away, but Black had very sharp ears, being a fox. He also had speed, also part of being a fox. He took off at a speed which would have given Sonic the Hedgehog a run for his money. When he arrived, he could see Tasha, past her neck in the quicksand, her right arm in the air, and about to get sucked under, as the quicksand began to flow over her eyes because she tilted her head back. “Oh my god! Tasha! Hold on, I’ll get you out.” Unfortunately, Black couldn’t get close enough to pull her out without risking falling in the quicksand himself. That’s when he spotted the tree, and a limb above the quicksand just low enough that if he hung by his foot paws from it (and he was good with that), he would be able to reach her. But he had to hurry. The mud was blorping as it started to take Tasha’s muzzle under, her eyes and ears long gone.

Black jumped up the tree and dropped from the limb, dangling by his foot paws. Tasha finally sank under, but Black was quick enough to grab her arm (which she had hovering above the quicksand pit the whole time), and pulled her head free. Black strained mightily to pull her out, and it was a heck of a battle, even for him. While he had muscles, he was already using half of them to hold himself up, and Tasha, though not fat or overweight, was a big and heavy cow. After what seemed like forever, the bovine was out of the mud pit. However, Black could feel the limb beginning to crack, and he had to quickly throw Tasha away, and then make a desperate dive himself. Fortunately, he missed the quicksand, but he also didn’t land very nice. On his face to be exact.

Shrugging off the blow, he got up, dusted himself down, and asked, “You okay?”
“Yes.” It was amazing how he was taking this. She was covered head to toe in mud. The only part of her that wasn’t muddy was her right arm. Black looked at it, and she giggled, somehow knowing what he was thinking. She got down and dipped her clean arm in the quicksand. Now, there wasn't a single bit of her that didn’t have mud on it. “I have to do something special for you, handsome,” she crooned. Black winked. He moved up to her, and just like Mary Jane partly removed Spiderman’s mask to kiss him, Black shaved off the mud on Tasha’s mouth with his paw, and with his tail wagging madly, they had a good long kiss. And so it was, that two lovers ended up sharing a greater love for each other. Both times happening over a case of quicksand.

What are the odds?

Credits:
Tasha, Story icon (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5755240/) ©  mw2soag
Black Vulpine © Me