  Teemo waddled through the shifting sands, the sand making a soft patter-pattering noise under his paws as he
waddled, a small bit of sand kicked up with each step.  He looked through his telescope, scanning the dunes of
sand for quicksand, and upon spotting it, he picked up his pace, quickly moving to the edge of the pool of
quicksand.  He laid down his backpack, and blowpipe, and removed a length of thin rope, as well as a piton-like
wooden stake, which he placed on the ground next to him.  He unbuckled his suspenders, causing his trousers to
immediately drop to the ground with a soft pomfp.  He then slowly slipped his shirt over his head, ruffling up the
fur on his face, which he quickly patted back down.  He placed his paws on the band of his boxers, wiggling his
butt to slip them down, and allowing his already-hard sex to flop out of them, his little pucker clearly visible
as he bent over.  His paw danced over his member for a minute, a soft blush showing from under his fur, before
he caugh himself, and turned his attention to the piton and rope.  He pressed the eight-inch piton about halfway
into the sand, the thin rope wrapped around it.  The other end of the rope, he tied around his waist.  He waddled
at a fast pace, towards the pool, before jumping into the quicksand, landing on top, on his rump, with a soft slap.
He stuck a paw out to test the sand, his paw gently stuck, and when he pulled it up, the gloopy quicksand had
swallowed up his feet.  His paw was coated in the goopy, smooth sand, which he immediately began rubbing on his
stiff sex.  The yordle panted as his legs began sinking into the thick quicksand, due to his motions, the gloopy
sand slowly swallowing the yordle as he pleasured himself.  Teemo stroked faster, allowing the quicksand to swallow
his thighs, then his waist, his pants quickly turning to moans as he rubbed the soft sand on his dick faster and
faster.  The pillowy quicksand sucked him further in, swallowing up his erect cock, and forcing him to slow his
erotic rubbing, as the quicksand took him further under, gloopy sand coating, and matting his fur, and forcing the
little yordle to moan out loudly as it took him to his chest.  The quicksand was an indescribeable pleasure, a
soft, warm, wet feeling, surrounding and coating his sex, as he stroked himself as hard and fast as he could.  The
little yordle rapidly sunk into the gloopy quicksand up to his neck, the thick stuff rapidly going up to his chin,
his mouth, as his strokes became more desperate, inadvertedly humping his hips a bit, and almost crying out despite
the thick quicksand covering his mouth.  As he sand reached his little button nose, the little yordle shook with
an orgasm, his entire body shuddering, and causing the gloopy, thick quicksand to quake and quiver around him, 
while his thick, gooey spunk mixed with it.  It wouldn't stop, ounces, pints of the stuff pouring forth, Teemo
still slowly sinking into the gloopy quicksand, nearly a gallon of cum from his large balls emptied into the
thick quicksand before he gathered his senses, his vision flashing black a moment, and his little furry body still
shaking as he reached up to grab at the rope tied to his waist.  As his furry, quicksand-coated paw reached above
the sand for the rope, he braced himself, and pulled, slowly coming up about three inches, back to his nose, before
the wooden stake came flying into the pit of pillowy quicksand.  His eyes opened wide in fear as he panicked, only
causing the thick, goopy quicksand to swallow him further, to his eyes, his little ears now twitching aggressively
above the sand, half in frustration, and half in fear as he tried to fight against the thick quicksand, but it was
no use.  The quicksand was too thick, and he was too weak to do anything about it, as his ears went under, a large
bubble coming to the surface after, with a thick glorp following its popping.  The quicksand left no trace of the 
little yordle, other than a nice feathered hat, with goggles on it, and a wooden stake with a rope leading under
the sand, as it suffocated and swallowed the yordle, before Teemo succumbed to the gloopy quicksand, motionless.