Trist, a small, plump, blue yordle was walking from a recent skinny dip in the river into jungle,
her ample tits bouncing with each step, when her foot suddenly stuck.  At first, she was confused, and pulled softly on
her leg before looking to realize she had managed to get her foot carelessly stuck in a pit of quicksand.  The little
woman pulled insistently on her leg as it slowly sucked her deeper into the quicksand, the bubbly pit sloshing and
slurping at her limb as it sucked her leg in up to the knee, as it began to suck yet another foot in.  Desperately,
the little yordle tried to cling to nearby foliage; roots, vines, leaves, branches, anything, her hands scrambling
desperately for a hold, before she gave up and tried to pull herself out using the nearby sand, before it too gave way
before her grasp.  The quicksand sucked her in quickly with each desperate action, it quickly swallowing her up to her
plump thighs, and then her supply pussy, the quicksand making an uncomfortable rubbing around her most sensitive
holes as it sucked her further in, the yordle becoming more and more afraid for her life as nearly half of her body
was sucked into the quicksand.  She tried to grab frantically at the quicksand as it began to swallow the bottom of her
large, round tits, the sand rubbing against her skin on nearly three fourths of her body as it invaded her nethers, as
she cried out lightly in a mix of unexpected pain and fear.  Her arms flailing did nothing for her case, as they quickly
got stuck in the sand too, her attempts to move them only pushing her further under the wet quicksand as it sloshed and slapped against her supple body, her neck nearly swallowed, before her chin, her mouth swallowed by the quicksand as she prepared to hold her breath, her motions becoming more helpless, and more intent to escape this prison the quicksand created as it covered her nose, the fear clearly building in her eyes as the quicksand continued to scrape her, almost head to toe. The sand covered her eyes as the movements became those of someone quickly running out of oxygen, her white hair now coated in wet sand as her head went up and down at the very tip top of the quicksand, the bubbly pit hungry to swallow the little yordle as it deprived her of precious breath, her movements becoming thrashes, making the surface of the quicksand quiver and shake before everything was still, the top of her head slowly submerging before the quicksand returned to just as it was, nearly invisible to anyone strolling by, and awaiting its next victim.