Commissioned by me
Artwork by shirasiyuki
Story written by  VarienQuill, with several edits by me

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Not wasting any more of her precious time, the famous belly dancer began. Gazelle stretched her strong, nimble body, sliding her paws down her shimmering fur. Goosebumps of anticipation erupted on her bare shoulders. Lifting her foot, a pudgy paw slid down, kneading the soft, giving surface, the warm, flowing mud teasing her feet. Without a pause, Gazelle took a breath and launched the full expanse of her tail's long feather-duster hairs behind her, showing herself off to the camera. She then leaned to the side, huffing, planting her firm buttocks upon the sucking mud, swirling it. Despite struggling to uplift herself, the mud beneath the woman squirmed and tightened, trapping the dancer in position.

And almost instantly, an electric haze flooded Gazelle's brain, awakening her animal urges. It was as if a fever had gripped her from the inside, preventing rational thoughts and clearing her head of unnecessary logic and fear. Instead of a cool-headed entertainer, her movements became hotter and faster, emphasizing her wide hips, booty, and the sway of her chest. A hungry force arose inside her, spurring her onward. As her weight slowly decreased, the more Gazelle relied on the mud's giving sensations to feed her secret desires. She was so deep in her trance, that Gazelle didn't register the fact that the treacherous mud already swallowed her slender thighs.

The imaginary music stopped like a scratched record, covered by a sudden burst of panic. Gazelle gasped a loud "Ah!- !" at this newly arising threat. Fidgeting for her precious safety, the helpless Gazelle got a hold of herself, in an attempted struggle against her captor. Her muscles braced and her arms heaved, trembling slightly at the challenge. She calmed herself down to not succumb to sheer terror, focusing on the mud's feeling. Mesmerized by the clinging, sucking pressure on her pelvis region, Gazelle made subtle hip movements—the mud was squishing between her ample, cushioned thighs, shifting with the grace of a jungle's prowler. On every move, the mud would tug down more strongly, forcing the pop icon to fight to just keep her glorious globes barely above the edge. While the woman believed that her taming the vile marsh couldn't be matched, Gazelle watched with pure fascination how, in response, the sludge would become thicker and tighter to grip her curvaceous body, working like a powerful elastic suit to push her flesh into new and exotic places, making even the smallest wobbles and contortions ripple her voluminous curves noticeably.

Gazelle continued shimmying, but the dark substance continued its journey, and it would only be a matter of time before it would slowly engulf her bare, exposed, and prize-winning belly…