how did this happen?

I was feeling adventurous! And, I mean *struggle, flex, struggle* Its not like it could get much worse *sink* feeling with her feet to feel for that bottom of the pit. "Just trying to find the bottom!"

i guess you aren't gonna upload again... :)

Cliffhanger heh heh heh, but yeah, thats it for the series for now.

Not quite full coverage, got pretty close though

How about some company?

heh heh then we'd both be stuck and sinking. On the bright side, at least I could share the experience with someone, one last time

Nothing like sinking in mud with a good friend.

Oh my, that looks like quite the predicament~

Aww, its ok, I've got this, I think, I mean I'm sure I'll find the bottom! *squish squish, struggle sink*

I'm not seeing an awful lot within reach for ya to grab :P

But yeah, I'm sure you've got it in hand XD (assuming you have a hand that isn't stuck in a few moments)

*High five* :) Hahaha the "alternate" ending huehue

hehhehheh, "thats not what that High five was for silly!"

Looks like you got yourself very stuck in that mud

Just a bit, getting out of stuff like this makes for a great workout routine!!

So this is what they mean by getting that 'sinking feeling'....

It gets worse before it gets better;)

Once went deep into a cave not far from where I live. Between the bat guano, the clay/mud, and what little water was streaming through... we sank down to our knees into the muck. It took 10 people and 4 ropes to pull me and my sister out. Lost our boots and socks. Stickiest stuff you have ever seen. Now the cave is 'barred' off once they found out the bat species was actually an endangered one. Probably a good thing too. That muck was for sure gonna claim someone eventually.

Thats a rather traumatic mud experience, I would tend to think it may be a trigger for a sort of PTSD sort of situation. A memory that just doesn't fade. Me, I've only encountered one more sandy mud that I was kinda perturbed by. It was in a tide controlled stream that was well into low tide. The 'beach' was a mostly hard packed moist sand laced with clay and a patch or two of pure and absoloutely discusting muddy slop most likely where a spring or other water source merged into the main body of water.

So I was wandering down this channel all by my lonesome, (an area that I knew was people free and had no chance that other people would be here, so I wasn't wearing much more than panties and knee socks (knee socks are my go-to for explorations) So, there I was walking and wandering down this channel skirting what I knew looked to be those sloppy soft-spots. I was actually not looking to get extremely filthy at the momment actually. I was just exploring and looking for good pictures maybe, and muddy fun in the future. So, I was not expecting anything out of the ordinary. I weaved my way around what looked like a wide muddy trough, and was walking on moist sand. I squeaked out loud when the ground just swallowed me, sending me to firstly a thigh deep sand bank which rapidly devolved to that slop pit just filling in around me, as I started to sit in it and I found my float just below my armpits, and I was formerly standing fully upright in something that was firm from my knees to my hips, and sloppy runny claymuck sludge from my hips to my armpits. I had clean panties, or I did. I was suddenly in quicksand and quickclay all rolled into one, and oh gods it was disgusting.

I've always been independent with my explorations, This stuff really made me question myself as I really had to use every trick in the book to get myself free, and oh my god did I get dirty. I was practically swimming in this muck. It did startle me, scare me a bit, but really was quite thrilling as well in sort-of an adrenaline junkie sort of high after I managed to get myself free and washed up.

This experience both humbled me and also made me a bit more brave and perhaps stupid. I tell my bestest friends where I'm going, and have my phone in a waterproof lanyard pouch thing now everywhere I go, so in case I really get screwed up, I know I have a back-up-plan

Oh, I've had a plethora of worse 'experiences' but it seems I'm immune to PTSD stuff. Why? Dunno. Just never seem to get rattled by anything. Well... at least not for long term. I've had a few 'rattled' short term things like falling into an old grave (ground collapsed below me and I went in up to my armpits). That got me "moving"! (ROTFL).
Same river where my previous story happened, there was another cave... a long and deep one... that we went into. (Yeah... I cave anytime.) Miles deep when we found the 'lake' and had to stop. Then our one and only flashlight went out (bulb). That was fun! Like you, I learned to be a little smarter and now I always make sure we have a spare flashlight... or two... or three.

Have you ever try to submerged in it?

I have done a submersion, but not with the fursuit head on. It would be really difficult with it on, and then a total pain in the ass to clean up afterward. It is a possibility in the future with some more advanced fur-suiting ideas, but its going to be a hard no for the time being. I've been tinkering with a suit head that has a snorkel pipe running up the inside of the ear, but yet again, its no where near a done job on that suit.

Someday!

owo this is so good

Thanks, it was a fun if messy shoot!

Mind telling me where this is too? this seems like an amazing spot!