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The Nature Hike

By Vandercat

Deep in the verdant forest stretched a long, quiet trail that ran along a very scenic section of nature. Along the trail, a lone wolf jogged peacefully in the solitude of the outdoors. Rays of sunlight pierced down through the canopy of trees that hung far above the ground, heating her back and lighting the path for the young lady as she ran along the crude trail.

The wolf's name was Airie. She had a, glossy snow-white coat of fur, which was fully exposed to the brisk air. This was because she was jogging in the nude. Her ample bosom bounced jubilantly with each carefree stride she made. The only garments she had on were a pair of jogging shoes, to keep her paws protected from any barbs or sharp rocks that might litter the path, and a small cloth headband, these two meager pieces of clothing only serving to emphasize the canid's nakedness.

Airie wasn't too worried about someone seeing her in the buff; not many hikers ever came down this winding path, it just wasn't too popular. This always surprised her, as the trail was serene, she wasn't sure why anyone would want to avoid it. Either way she carried on, making her way casually along the desolate dirt road.

After journeying through the woods a ways, the young canid's ears picked up familiar sounds from further down the path. Airie could hear the sounds of male voices in idle conversation, they were getting closer to her as well. She didn't want to risk them spotting her in such a compromised state, so she quickly scampered off the trail, going down a small hill at the edge.

Airie pushed aside large ferns and waded through dense bushes until she was far enough from the actual path. When she heard the rhythmic thuds of footsteps going down the trail past her, she froze in place. Once the noises had disappeared, she let out a sigh of relief. Now that the threat of discovery had passed, she calmed herself down and regained her senses. Her attention was then drawn downwards to where she was standing...

In her haste to find a place to hide, Airie didn't realize she had stumbled into a large, muddy patch of earth. Her previously-clean tennis shoes had sank into the soft mud all the way to her shins. She groaned in disgust, disheartened by the fact her shoes were now ruined. She looked down and observed that the whole soggy clearing seemed to be one little muddy field.

She tried freeing her soiled right leg from the muck and her left sank in even deeper, almost costing Airie her balance. She then foolishly planted that liberated leg in front of the stuck one, hoping to provide it some leverage, only for it to sink back down to its knee along side her right. Continued struggles revealed they were stuck firmly in the soft, gooey earth now, and sinking past their knees to boot.

"Oh, great!" Airie groaned "looks like I found the mud puddle made out of quicksand..." she announced sarcastically, unaware of her current dangers. She grunted and growled under her breath as she tried to raise her mired legs out of the clinging muck, or at least wade through it. Her struggles only seemed to make things worse; the sticky, churned up morass began to pull her thighs down as well.

Airie let out a slight, startled yelp as she sank down below her waist in the cold, soupy mixture. The thought that she really was stuck in quicksand was beginning to creep into the back of her mind, causing her begin panicking slightly. This was accompanied by the teasing sensation of the silky sands slipping into her bare womanhood and brought a blush to her fuzzy cheeks.

The thick, voracious quicksand gurgled as it churned around the helpless, struggling wolf. With each attempt to loosen the clinging goop by wiggling her waist, she sank even deeper and the muck crept further into her tunnels, forcing moan after unintentional moan from her lips. Soon her thoughts began drifting away from deadly quicksand survival instinct and into her more lusty desires.

As time went on in the sticky, bubbling mud, Airie's struggles and wiggling slowly transitioned into a steady sort of humping. Up to her stomach in the gooey slime, her eyes closing as she let her body grind up against the surrounding sands. Her lewd moaning grew louder and more rhythmic as the quicksand filled her up down below, going deeper into her than any other lover had before.

By the time she had descended to her chest, Airie was now more focused on getting off than getting out. She wrestled her right arm from the firm grip of the mire solely for the purpose of groping her perky bosom with its muddy paw. Pushing instinct out of her thoughts, she panted as her body peaked on the verge of a climax.

Up to her nipples in the hungry goop, Airie was close to cumming. She tried to hold it back, eager to build her orgasm up as much as possible; forgetting the fact she was slowly sinking in a deep, quivering pool of quicksand. But she couldn't hold off her climax any longer; it hit her with a wave of sheer blissful pleasure that echoed through her body, causing her to buck wildly, as much as she could against the iron grip of the thick, gooey mud.

Oblivious to the encroaching quicksand, Airie gasped and moaned as she came hard. She had never quite had a sexual experience like this before; the mud went deeper inside of her with each movement she made, it was a sensation like none other. Her juices mixed with the sands, which rose over her breasts, swallowing them up as she began to come to her senses.

When Airie finally opened her eyes, she found herself up to her armpits in the dark tan-colored mud. She tried to move, but could barely shift her shoulders around in the mess; it was like she was stuck in cement. It was only now that panic began to settle back in, she desperately scanned her surroundings again in the hopes that there would be something to grab. It was no use; she was in too deep and her arms were imprisoned under the surface as well.

"S-someone h-help!" Airie meekly whimpered out "I'm s-sinking in q-q-uicksand!" she stammered, but it was no use; there was no one around for miles. All she could do was hope that another passerby would hear her plea for her life and come to her rescue, while the oozing mire took it's time climbing up her neck. She could feel the cool mud kissing the bottom of her chin now, forcing her tilt her head up towards the sun to keep it above the surface.

Airie gave one last, desperate attempt to even move in the soft, goopy soil, but her fate was already sealed. She closed her eyes, feeling the warm rays of the sun still shining down muzzle until eventually even that sank below the surface. The voracious morass had finally engulfed her completely, leaving nothing but the quaking, bubbling surface left behind. Eventually, the quicksand pit finally smoothed over and after a last cluster of bubbles rose to the surface, grew quiet once again.

**The End**