

Indecision
A quick CDRR quicksand fic by Alex Reynard

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The Rangerwing hadn't quite gone down in flames, but it had sputtered a bit and crashed gracelessly into a tree, leaving Gadget stranded for now in the swamp.

Luckily, she hadn't been hurt in the crash. She'd gotten herself down out of the tree hours ago and had been walking around ever since, trying to figure out where she was and what she was going to do to get home.

"Golly, this place just goes on and on! Nothing but trees and grass and mud in every direction!" She looked down at her coveralls and 'tsk'ed. Tromping through the mud had left her brown and mucky from the knees down. "Darnit! I'm all dirty!" At least her coveralls were easy to clean. And she had to admit that the mud squishing between her toes did feel kinda nice.

Gadget walked onwards, paying attention to her paws. The more she thought about it, the more she enjoyed the squishy mud under her feet. She laughed often at the rather flatulent sounds the mud made when she pulled a paw out of it. Soon, she was bouncing along with a spring in her step, even humming to herself. Even though she was lost, the day was sunny and bright and the mud felt oh so nice.

Gadget probably should have paid more attention to where she was going though. She wandered gradually into a marshy area, and became concerned when she started noticing that it was taking more and more effort to pull her feet loose from the muck.

"Good thing I don't wear shoes," she noted. "They would've been long gone by now."

She noticed a sandy area off to her right and decided to head that way. She figured it would be easier to walk on. She slogged through the mud and eventually the ground turned drier. "That's better."

However, she was in for a shock. Everything seemed to be fine when her foot suddenly sunk deep into the sand with a loud 'ploop'! She was caught off balance and she swayed back and forth a bit, managing just barely to keep from falling down.

Now her feet were sunk down past her ankles. There didn't seem to be anything solid underneath them. She could feel herself being pulled down, smoothly and slowly.

"Quicksand!" she gasped.

She put her finger to her chin. "Hmmm. Okay, so I've gotten myself into some quicksand. Well, I've gotten myself out of plenty of dangerous situations before. I'm sure I'll be able to get myself free with no problems!"

Now, we all know what happens when Gadget says 'no problems', don't we?

"It couldn't hurt to try easing myself out first, I guess..." Gadget took hold of her left leg and pulled hard. The quicksand clung with tenacity. Little drops of sweat popped up on Gadget's forehead. "It doesn't seem to want to let me go!" 

Without warning, the mud gave way and her foot shot free! Unfortunately, she wasn't expecting it, and all it did was unbalance her again. She flailed about a bit and ended up doing nothing more than getting herself stuck deeper in! The quicksand came up to her bottom now! Gadget pouted and cursed herself. "Oh shoot! Gosh darnit to heck!"

She tried again to think of a way out. This time, she was going to think her plan through fully before going through with it and making things worse again. She concentrated. "Hmmmm... Maybe I could make a rope of some sort. Maybe out of my belt? Nope, too short. I'd have to tear my coveralls up into strips to get a length that might actually help me." She blushed at the thought. "Well, even if I had to do that, it's not like there's anyone else here that would see me naked..."

Her paw crept down to her crotch and she began to absent-mindedly fiddle with herself. She noticed that it felt kinda nice to have her feet immersed in cool, soft quicksand.

Still rubbing her cunny through her coveralls, she kept up her train of thought. "Allright then, say I go to the trouble of making a rope, how long would that take?" She calculated how much time she had left by the rate of her current sinking. "No, it'd take too long to try tearing up my coveralls for rope. Wait! I'm forgetting the most obvious problem! There's nothing around here to throw a rope around even if I did make one! Gosh, that was a waste of time."

Frustrated now, Gadget rubbed at her honeypot harder. The quicksand was engulfing her round mousie buns now. She let out a soft squeak as the cool feeling trickled upwards. It covered her hand and her cunny as well. Her thoughts of escape began to get crowded out by the delicious sensations of pleasure the quicksand was giving her.

"Um... Well, maybe I'll be rescued. Maybe a snake, or a bird will come by and see me and pull me out. Oh no, what am I thinking? A bird or a snake would most likely be only thinking of eating me, rather than rescuing me. And if I was eaten, I wouldn't be in a better position, now would I?"

The quicksand had swallowed her adorable tush and was spreading up her lower back. It slithered all around her lovely lower body. It seemed to be trying to relax her, to gently coax her down into its depths. "N-n-no... I don't want to drown in quicksand!" Gadget cried. But her voice was weak, and didn't sound at all convincing. Her paw flew furiously against her cunny, and it wasn't enough. She reached up to unzip her coveralls (getting a nice splat of mud all over her chest) and thrust her paw inside and into her panties. She moaned happily. "Yes! Oooh, that feels so nice!"

"No, wait! Stop it, Gadget!" she scolded herself. "This is no time to get caught up in pleasuring yourself. You're already caught up in quicksand!"

But another voice spoke up inside her. "Oh come on, you know you like this! Let's just have fun playing in the mud for a little while. There's plenty of time to escape..."

Gadget did her best to reconcile the twin thoughts in her mind. She continued to play with her muff while doing her best to keep the more rational side of herself working on the problem of ensuring her survival. 

But try as she might, she couldn't think of any good ideas for escape. Poor Gadget! Her whole problem was in thinking too much! The answer was painfully simple; all she had to do was lie on her back and let herself float. But Gadget's mind was busy spinning intricate Rube Goldberg inventions from the contents of her pockets, and rejecting each one as it came along.

Soon the muck was up to her chest. She scooped up a pawful of the mud. She pulled open her coveralls and squooshed the mud onto her breasts. She moaned cutely as she cupped her tits and spread the quicksand around.

Breathing hard, surrounded by sloshy, sensual mud, diddling like a jackhammer and squeaking under her breath, Gadget finally shouted, "Oh, to HECK with it!"

She whipped off the top half of her coveralls, flinging them over onto the sandy shore. Her bra was off in a flash as well. She closed her eyes and cried out in joyous lust as she smeared the lovely mud all over her titties and crammed handfuls down her panties.

Gadget shivered at the feeling of the quicksand creeping insistently up her arms towards her shoulders. She was almost too lost in bliss to think at all, but one last smidgen of sanity managed to break through. 'Golly, this could be it. This could be my end. But it just feels so GOOD! How can I resist? Mmmm... Nice mud... Well, maybe I'll get out of this somehow, if I'm lucky. Somehow...'

The mud felt like a giant alien mouth engulfing her, rippling over every part of her. It had fully claimed her breasts now. The coolness under the surface felt wonderful on her hot skin. Gadget pushed her panties down as much as she could in the restrictive, clinging gook and simply fondled her breasts and let the quicksand lap lovingly at her honeypot.

"Oh... Ohhhhh..." Gadget's eyes were closed, her mind free of any thoughts. The sun was so hot and the mud was so cool. It'd feel so much better once she sank under all the way and let it enfold her completely...

'Yes, Gadget,' the quicksand seemed to say. 'Give in. Let me make you feel allll better...'

"Deeper, deeper," Gadget whimpered. She moved her hips back and forth in a screw-like motion, wanting, needing, to sink herself in all the way now. She could feel the wonderful mud on her neck now. Just a little more...

When she was in past her throat, she tucked her head down and gently kissed the surface of the quicksand.

"Thank you," she whispered. "If I have to go eventually, this is a nice way to do it."

Gadget shuddered as the quicksand went up past her pink triangle nose...

Passed gently over her eyelids...

Up her forehead...

Until finally just the tips of her ears were left. 'Almost there,' she thought. It was strange how quickly she'd come to welcome her fate. She'd never thought much of mud before, but now she couldn't imagine a more wonderful existence than being trapped forever in this sexy submersion.

'If I can just wriggle myself in a little bit more...' Gadget squirmed back and forth until finally she felt the heat of the sun leave her ears and she was completely swallowed up by the quicksand.

'I did it!' she thought triumphantly. 'All this wonderful mud! All around me everywhere!' She pushed her paws down through the muck to her cunny and started pumping furiously, cramming the mud up inside her, wanting to feel it everywhere.

Gadget came. The orgasm blasted through her like a thousand volts. Her mouth opened, but no sound emerged. For just a moment, Gadget's universe was a single perfect point of pleasure.

After her orgasm, Gadget felt sleepy and wholly relaxed. She readied herself to spend the rest of her existence just floating here in this luxurious...

'Oh dear. I forgot about breathing. Dang it all to kookamonga and back.'

Before she could panic though, Gadget felt herself sink a little further and the soles of her feet touched something rough ...and solid!

'Feels like a tree branch,' she thought. She put her whole weight on it and didn't feel it give. Maybe she could push off against it and get herself free!

Her cheeks were beginning to burn. Gadget needed air, and NOW. Bracing herself, she tensed her body and prepared to force every last ounce of her mousey stregth into one hopefully-lifesaving kick.

'Okay, here I go!'

Gadget grunted and shoved off, kicking hard against the branch. To her utter surprise, the quicksand let go of her with hardly any resistance! She popped up to the surface like a cork, took in a much-welcomed gulp of air and begain to gently sink again.

She reached the tree branch much quicker, and again was able to kick off and take a breath without any difficulty. She was puzzled. She thought quicksand was much harder to escape from once you were entirely submerged in it. When she emerged for her third breath, she noticed the end of the tree branch sticking out of the mud a few feet away. The slope of it made her realize that she could use it as a bridge and simply walk out of here!

"Golly! I'm gonna be okay after all!" She sunk back down again, smiling broadly. 'There's nothing to be scared of. I can leave any time I want.'

As soon as she thought that, she shivered as a wave of foreign emotion passed through her. It was as if she were standing next to someone who'd just had a moment of incredible sadness. Gadget had no idea where it had come from.

Experimentally, she thought again, 'I can leave any time. In fact, I think I'll leave right now!'

The wave of emotion again. Even stronger this time. Deep, deep sadness!

Gadget was a scientific mouse. But still, she had encountered the paranormal enough times in her travels with the Rescue Rangers that she didn't dismiss it out of hand when it was tapping her on the shoulder.

'Um... Maybe I'll stay a while though?'

Relief. Relief and happiness swam through her like a gentle breeze.

Gadget smiled. She had no idea what forces were at work here, but she'd noticed from the start this quicksand hadn't acted anywhere near how it should have, scientifically speaking. There seemed to be a presence here. A benevolent one, too. She had a hunch it had only started to pull her in once it knew she was directly over the tree branch and out of real danger.

Gadget popped up for another breath, then walked along the tree branch till she got to a point where she could take a breath simply by standing up straight. When she relaxed, back under she'd go. She could swear the quicksand was undulating around her now. Like phantom hands giving her a tender massage.

She very nearly dozed off, the sensations were so pleasant. Eventually though, her sharp ears picked up a familiar sound. The Rangerplane was flying by overhead. The crash-alert system she'd installed in the Rangerwing was working just like she planned, and her friends were homing in on its position.

'I have to go now,' Gadget thought.

Was it possible she heard a sob?

'I'm sorry! You've been very, very nice to me, and I loved getting the chance to sink in you. But my friends are trying to find me now. And I'm sure you wouldn't want them to be sad if they couldn't find me.'

Begrudging acceptance.

'Thank you. I'll do my best to come back here again someday. I'll even bring my friends along! I'm sure they'd like a good sink once I assure them you're a friendly... Whatever you are.'

Warm, loving gratitude.

Gadget lifted her face above the surface and took a long overdue breath. She took a few steps and her head was free of the mud. "I promise I'll come back someday," Gadget said earnestly.

And then, she was certain, she felt the quicksand hug her.


*****


Gadget fastened her belt around the protruding tree branch so she'd be able to pinpoint this spot when she returned. Leaving the friendly mud behind, she began her walk back to where she'd left the Rangerplane. The mud was like a thick, squishy overcoat at first, but soon dried in the sun. By the time she stumbled upon the other Rangers, her fur was dusty, but mostly clean. So there was nothing getting in the way of a few good reunion hugs.

The others were curious about where her outfit had gone. The quicksand had claimed everything but her goggles. Gadget didn't mind, though. Everything in her pockets was replaceable, and the thought her strange new friend might like a souvenir of their encounter. She kept tight-lipped about what she'd been doing all afternoon, and only smiled at her friends' questions.

As the Rangerplane climbed high into the sky, carrying the salvagable remains of the Rangerwing, the sun was just beginning to think about setting. And on the ground, a small pointed muzzle looked out from the reeds at the aircraft that was carrying her new friend away.

She was a mouse, and transparent, and appeared as though she were made of living mud. But her eyes sparkled as she said a fond goodbye. She believed the other mouse's promise that she would return. The fieldmouse ghost dearly loved her mud, but it got lonely sometimes. She had sunk to her gleeful doom many years ago, not feeling the slightest twinge of regret as she descended permanently to the very bottom. Her spirit had become one with the muck, and now her existence was the bliss of being surrounded by her most beloved elements within and without. Sometimes when an unwitting traveller would pass by, she'd give their foot a little tug just for a giggle. But that usually scared them terribly. Only occasionaly did she find a kindred sprit. One who also enjoyed the soothing embrace of quicksand. And as much as she yearned for someone else to come join her in her muddy grave for an eternity of bliss together, she couldn't bring herself to force them against their will to stay.

There was nothing wrong with being persuasive though. When her new friend came back eventually, she'd just have to turn on the charm and see if she couldn't convince her that a change of residence might be for the better...


	The End
	for now...


