Commissioned by me
Artwork by shirasiyuki
Story written by  xylenqs

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She was sinking, and now this awful muck was starting to get deep... really, really deep. Despite her mind telling her not to struggle, her body refused to listen. Gasping and grunting, Fay tried to wiggle back and forth, to get at least one of her arms free. As she looked down at the thick, hungry muck, hoping to find some sort of weak point in its grip, Fay continued to call out.

“Please! Someone! Anyone! Help me!”
Silence, aside from her grunts and the squelches of the muck.
“HELP!” She called again, louder. “I’m going to go under!”
There was no denying it. The mire spilled into her cleavage, the last of her boobs disappearing into the earth as she gave a soft squeak of disdain. It had been her last chance for any natural buoyancy to save her.
“I’m sinking!! HELP, PLEASE!”
All she could do was hope she was yelling loud enough for someone to hear. Trying not to feel the muck rolling over her shoulders was impossible. Fay tried to fight it, she really did, but... she was just stuck. It was pulling her down.
“No... I won’t...!” Fay grit her teeth, calling again. “I... can’t...”
The muck had risen up her neck, her chin giving a small sphlap as it hit the surface.

“HELP! HELP ME!” Fay called, as loud as she could. “I’M SINKING IN MU–BGFLRK!”
As she tried to open her maw wide to call for help, this only served for the thick, pillowy mire to roll into it. Having accidentally swallowed some of it, she quickly spat out whatever mud she could from her mouth, heavily & slowly breathing back & forth as she looked up to the sky. Mud was slowly starting to fill the corners of her vision.
“pant... pant... this is really it, isn’t it...” Fay mumbled to herself.

Her eyes squeezed shut as a huge glob of mud rolled over her face. There was one last chance. Muzzle still above the surface, hoping someone had heard and was running her way, Fay kept calling out, hoping for someone to save her.
“HELMPHGLK!”
Even more of the hungry, thick muck was pouring into her muzzle now, but Fay’s options were to keep trying though the layers of goop... or let herself go under.
“GBLPHBLK!!!”
The canine could barely hear herself, but she kept trying, breathing in through her nose and calling out on the exhale.
“BGLPHHHH!!” Came the bubbling speech. “GBLMPH MGLP!!”
Every breath in brought the strong, earthy scent closer to her nostrils. There was only a few seconds left.
“BLMPH MRBLK!!!!”
It was her last cry for assistance... and to think, she was heading to a fun, exciting costume party before she’d stumbled into a deep, hungry bog...

Fay took a deep breath, then a second... then one final one as she was forced to hold in the last bit of precious oxygen. The last of her ears slipped under. Her nose slipped under. All that was left of the canine was a small, pillowy crater, idly sloshing as its victim tried to wiggle herself up instead of down. Slowly, steadily, it smoothened out.

The bog was suddenly silent. Gone were the cries for help, replaced by the gentle blowing of the wind. It was as if nothing had happened.