{"sf1_id":1614258,"sf2_id":"7ejakOB1","title":"Mired in the Bog.... (GRIM ENDING)","author":"bloodykainreaper","words":739,"posted_at":"2020-08-10T09:13:00.000Z","tags":["Belly","Bottomless","Dark","Death","Depressing","Dread","Fatfur","Fear","Forest","Gay","Girly","Goo","Homosexual","Lycanthrope","Male","Messy","Mud","Night","Short","Wet"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1614258-mired-in-the-bog-grim-ending","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/7ejakOB1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/12/d5/12d5b71f-91e4-4a4b-9273-e935d6024a51","description":"#1 of mud stories\n\na story that i came up with during writing.\ni might write a good ending to this, but we'll see otherwise.\ncrappy writing warning, still getting started.","content":"Oh no.....\n\nWhat did I ever get myself into? I never should have ran off!\n\nThe Werewolf named Ronther had been shivering all night as he walked through the swamp.\n\nJust waiting for someone to find him and rescue him from this terrible place.\n\nHe had made the mistake of running off in the middle of the night because of recent events.\n\nI miss my mate so badly... What would he do if he were in my pawsteps?\n\nHe was too scared about anything, like a deer in the headlights.\n\nMany of the pack sometimes mocked him for his weight and his fur color being brown instead of white and grey.\n\nDespite his warm covered fur, he felt a chill went up his spine as he felt something cold against his feet.\n\nAnd he heard a Blurrghh as he stopped in his tracks.\n\nHe looked down, and he attempted to lift up his foot. He couldn't move.\n\nHe was in a mudflat in the middle of the bog.\n\nHe felt disgusted as he tried again to lift up his furry toe, nothing..\n\nJust the sounds the mud made as he was trying to lift up his toe felt uneasy at it made a Bleecchhhh sound.\n\nEugh, this smells so horrible! How did it get so warm so quickly?\u0026nbsp;\n\nRonther felt extremely humid as he was trying to escape from this horrid smelling mudpit.\n\nHe could hear the bugs flying around him and the frogs croaking.\n\nHe felt even more disgusted when he realized, he was slowly sinking the more he struggled.\n\nI can't move!\n\nI'm sinking!\n\nRonther had struggled a little bit more to the point of the mud being up to his fat thighs.\n\nHe felt even more heavier than he has in all of his life.\n\nThe mud had now felt warm along with the humid hotness of the bog.\n\nThe thick mud had felt so disgusting towards Ronther, he was sinking at yet a slow pace.\n\nBleh! This is so disgusting!\n\nAnd I can't get out!!\n\nRonther felt panic swirling around him and he put both of his hands on the thick bog.\n\nHe attempted to push himself out, but it had only gotten worse as Ronther sank up to his chubby belly.\n\nAnd both of his hands were now stuck in the thick mud. He attempted to get his left hand out, only to see a wet mess of mud surrounding his fat arms to the point where he could no longer see his fur.\n\nThis smells so bad! I wish I never ran off!\n\nHe then tried to call for help.\n\nHaar! I'm Trapped!\n\nAnybody?\n\nHe attempted to howl at the moon.\n\nNothing...\n\nHe could only hear the sounds of the thick mud as it made a squelch sound the more he moved, and the sounds of the bugs buzzing and the frogs croaking.\n\nRonther let out a whimper as he tried to move again, but the mud had gotten up to his chest now, his legs and stomach disappearing under the wet and foul smelling bog.\n\nHe was doomed...\n\nI'm finished??\n\nNo! I can't be killed by this foul smelling mudpit!\n\nHe tried to move his arms, his underarm shaking a little bit as he forced his arms to get out of the mud.\n\nIt only kept making squelching and bubbling sounds as he sank even lower, to his shoulders.\n\nPlease! No!\n\nSomeone Help Me!\n\nHe let out a howl again, even louder than the last one.\n\n.......\n\nNothing...\n\nHis chest tightened as he was trying to hold his breath while slowly sinking in the hungry bog.\n\nHe was now up to his chin in the mud.\n\nHis chubby and sweaty body had disappeared.\n\nPlease....No....\n\nHe let out a whimper as he couldn't move anymore. It was the bog acting on it's own to swallow him whole.\n\nHe wished he never ran away from his loving mate and his pack.\n\nHe only wanted to be embraced in Haar's arms, since Haar was also another weighted werewolf along with Ronther.\n\nRonther had now been up to his mouth in the mud, bubbles popped as he attempted to speak, popping towards his brown fur and his chubby face and snout. Almost choking him to death.\n\nNo.......Someone..........Save Me-\n\nHe had then disappeared under the muddy surface after his words were spoken under the bog.\n\nOnly squelching sounds and bubbles remained of Ronther of the Brutal Banes....\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"mud stories","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1761927-submerge.json"}}