Commissioned by me
Artwork by shirasiyuki
Story written by  xylenqs

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Taking one more look ahead of herself, Fay craned her head backwards. It was less distance to wade her way back to solid ground than it was trying to make her way ahead to where she hoped the solid ground would be. She had to make a decision now, before it was too late!
“Hhh, nggh... mmff!”
The canine continued to squeak and grunt, using her energy to slowly rotate her body the other direction. It took a lot of energy, not to mention that awful feeling of muck rubbing up against her thighs and calves, but slowly, steadily, she managed to get herself facing the same path she’d taken to get out into the muck. Her hips twisted and squirmed, rising and falling a bit with each motion.
“So... t-thick...!”
Had it gotten even thicker? Fay couldn’t tell, but by the time she’d managed it, she was panting quite a bit. The canine gulped, knowing spending any more moments thinking wasn’t going to do her any good. Like it or not, she had to decide what was more important: keeping her attire clean, or getting out of this awful place. One hand gently rested on the mud with a soft phlaph, then the other. She shuddered, but her resolve was unwavering.

“Hffff…gggnnnhh...”
The act of digging her way forward was even more exhausting, but the thought of getting out of the thick, pillowy muck was enough motivation to keep Fay going. A deep, sloshing suction tried to hold her hips and legs fast, but slowly, she started to feel her lower half rising out of the mire. It was good news...
...but it was coming at a cost.

In order to lean forward and try to crawl her way free, there was no choice but for her front to rest against the mud. Her breasts pressed softly against the surface, making her wince, but what was really getting to her was the feeling around her bare midriff.
Glrph, glkk.
With her belly touching the surface of the bog, there was no way to avoid staining her fur. It rolled and squelched against her midriff, feeling like a fair of muddy lips squelching, licking... even kissing her body.
Glorp... sphlurk... blrph.
Ugh, it felt awful. Her belly flopped up and down as Fay’s eyes squeezed shut, gritting her teeth. As much as she hoped that keeping her eyes off if would make it better, losing the sensation of sight just made the touch of the muck feel stronger.
Blorph, sphlff... sphrlphblk...
Fay shuddered. Goosebumps ran up and down her arms. Her belly shook as the mud continued to lick at her midriff, kissing it again, greedily and softly trying to pull it down into even more affection. It was as if a giant mud monster was trying to savor her body before... it tried to devour her.
“Nnfff, ugh, this is awful.” Fay groaned in irritation. “I’ve gotta get out of here, now!”
Her fingers dug into the creamy ooze that gripped and licked at her belly, but her rump was starting to reemerge. It was soaked in the awful stuff... but it was working!

Was it possible that she’d found the way out? Was she really going to get out of this awful muck?