Teemo waddled along quickly through the jungle, placing mushrooms as he did so, and taking care to make sure that no
part of the map was untouched by the poisonous traps that he took so much care in preparing.  He finally completed his
rounds, and approached the river, and prepared for a cool swim to rinse himself off from his work.  He removed his pack,
dropping it to the ground, and placing the blowpipe next to it, yet leaving his helmet on (the goggles could come
in handy for the swim, after all!).  He unsnapped his suspenders, placing them on his backpack, and letting his pants
abruptly drop to the ground.  He slowly wiggled out of his boxers, making his furry little ass wiggle as he stepped out
of them, revealing his tight little pucker as he bent over.  His cock flopped down to his knees, even while soft, the girth
bobbing softly as he stretched.  He waddled quickly in the direction of the river, before falling onto his face, flat.
His foot had caught in some unusually wet sand in the jungle near the bank, causing him to catch, and fall.  He tried to
right himself, doing so, but not doing a very good job of it, as he stood uneasily, his fur matted and coated relatively
thoroughly on his front half.  Teemo wiggled his little body slowly, growing ever so slowly more erect as he realized
what he was trapped in now, and panted softly at the thought of sinking into the wobbly pit, as he moved his legs a bit,
churning and shaking the bubbly pit of quicksand as he did so, and rubbing himself up and down his length at the thought.
In response to his movement, the smooth quicksand caused him to sink up to his thighs (being as small as he was, it wasn't
very far in the first place), and he angled his erect sex towards the sand, wobbling the pit as he pressed himself into
the lukewarm folds of soft sand around him, he let out a small, satisfactory noise, and began thrusting at the soft sand, it
swallowing up the paws he was using to hold himself up, slowly, and wobbling with his lustful movements.  Teemo was relatively
clearly bent over at this point, his little sand-covered pucker in clear view, as it twitched and pulsed with each of the
tiny spasms that the wet, warm quicksand sent through his needy sex.  He thrusted into the smooth quicksand faster, becoming
more and more desperate as the quicksand shook and wobbled underneath him, slowly swallowing up the little yordle, and
his little furry butt, the sand now teasing his pucker as he shook, and shuddered in pleasure, the quicksand shaking
just as much in return, and making him sink further.  Teemo shuddered in pleasure as he orgasmed into the smooth quicksand,
quivering and unable to control himself as he moaned out softly, only just now realizing that the pit of bubbly quicksand
had been sinking him up to his neck, and he squirmed, wriggling his body, only making the pit shake more as he did so.
Teemo could hardly move in his sensitive, post-orgasm state, unable to pull himself out of the smooth quicksand coating, 
and matting the fur on his face as he sinks further into the sand.  He continues trying to weakly escape, the quicksand
bubbling and shaking around him as he shudders in his sensitivity, a look of pure bliss on his eyes as they slip under slowly. He closes them as they go under, still sinking into the wobbly, bubbly quicksand as his little ears go under too, ever
so slowly, before only his helmet is left above the sand, waiting there, curiously, like a trophy of the little yordle, along with his cock and cum, that it swallowed up.