Commissioned by me
Artwork by shirasiyuki
Story written by  XylenQS

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No doubt about it: Winnie was lost. She scowled, annoyed at herself for getting lost out here. All the werewolf gal had wanted was to find a tree to rest under, cool off in the shade for a few minutes, and then get back to work. Instead, she’d spent far too long looking for the perfect spot. Finding none, she’d just decided to get back to it, and now she couldn’t tell one acre of land from another.
“Consarn it... can’t believe Ah got myself lost.” A huff as she continued what she hoped was a path leading her toward a fence or any sort of landmark. Actually saying out loud just made her feel that much worse. “Didn’t even get any time to relax and cool off.”
Unbeknownst to the werewolf, the rain from a few days ago had been particularly heavy in this area, and while the area was almost entirely dry, all that water had to collect somewhere. As she looked to the left and right, the country gal’s boots were getting closer and closer to, as she put it, ‘a place to cool off’.
All it took was a single large step, right over a small bush and into...

GLORRRPH!
“What in th—wo-woah!”
It wasn’t just a puddle of mud... it was more like a swamp. Though it took Winnie only a second to look down, by the time she had, she was already thigh deep in a brownish-grey mess. Her golden eyes widened in shock, mouth hanging open slightly. The denim shorts she always wore while working to let her legs breathe were barely above the surface, the hem of the fabric already splattered with muck.
“Hey, just ‘cause my country rump doesn’t mind getting dirty don’t mean I’m lookin’ for a mud bath!” Shock worn off, the werewolf started to pump her legs in a bid to find solid ground. What she found, however, was more and more mud. Those toned, country appendages wriggled and kicked, looking for anything aside from the sea of creamy muck.
Blrph, glorp...
Slowly, steadily, her legs began to sink. The muck crept up her body, swallowing more of her thighs until the lower half of her shorts were totally soaked. Gasping, the werewolf let out a grunt of disapproval.
“C’mon, Winnie... yer not gonna let yourself sink in a pit of mud. Just... ggnnhhh... g-got ta... find a way out...”
Getting her hips to softly swish from side to side, the werewolf continued to pump her legs, this time trying to wade forward in the creamy goop. Slowly, she began to move forward, but it wasn’t fast enough.
“Still sinkin’...” She muttered. “...it can’t take mah legs under... c-can it?”
After more grunting and groaning, Winnie stopped. Her eyes looked around at the situation, feeling her rump get closer to the surface of the muck as the last of her legs began to steadily, slowly descend into the eager earth. Nothing nearby to grab onto, no indication of what part of this stuff was shallow... all she knew was there was no bottom she could feel from her position, so if she didn’t get out soon, the poor werewolf really would be good and stuck.

Winnie gave a soft shudder, feeling the grip of the muck grabbing at her backside as it started getting closer to her waistline. “Can’t believe I got m’self inta this stuff...”
Still, she couldn’t just sit here. Otherwise, she’d just be letting herself sink! Only a small bit of her shorts were still in eyesight. “Screw it, if I’m gonna get messy, I’m at least getting myself out o’ this mud pit.”
“Alright, here goes... one, two...”
Sphlap, sphlorp.
One arm dug into the ground, then the other.
“Hoo boy, this stuff’s thick on m’ arms, too...”
But it was also the leverage she was hoping to get. Hunching over, she attempted to push her rear back up out of the earth. The ground gave a low, slurching noise while the country werewolf could feel her right hip starting to rise. She looked down. Her shorts were now half visible, but they were utterly stained and soaked by the creamy muck.
“Ohhh...” She pouted, giving a soft whine. “Oh no, this stuff’s way more goopy than I thought. Why’d I have t’ be looking around instead of where I was walkin’?”
Biting her lip, and knowing this was definitely going to end up a mud-covered mess, Winnie started to pull her body forward with her arms, pushing with her hips at the same time. Her body slid forward, a bit farther, but her hips and backside began sinking again.

That, however, was hardly what caught her attention.

“N-nnf...”
The country werewolf wasn’t just an innocent girl. It also wasn’t her first time getting stuck in a mess like this one. Although it wasn’t exactly the same texture or consistency, Winnie had felt muck like this on her body before, but... wow. She knew what it felt like to ride more than horses... and this stuff definitely felt like she was riding the muck in a way that could only be described as love-making. Well... at least there was a way to get out of the muck now, and she could have a bit of fun doing it, too! The annoyed pout on her face was quickly replaced with a blush and a curious look as she tried it again.
Schllpp.
“Nnnnh...~”
Yeah, that felt... honestly? Amazing. Another push forward with her arms and hips, then another... and another, and another. Her body was moving forward slightly, but Winnie barely even registered it. Mind fuzzy with excitement, face red with a blush, her escape from the muck had turned into a full on ride.
Blorp, glrph, glkk, schlk...
Over and over again, the muck responded to the curvy, country werewolf. There wasn’t a hint of hesitation in her body, or her eyes as they gleamed in delight, half-lidded as she continued humping and riding this beautifully thick, creamy earth. Now this was worth getting totally lost for!
“Haah, aaah, hooo boy... oh, wow...~”
Her desire was starting to peak. Already she could just imagine it: coming out here under the stars, finding out how deep this stuff really went as she just...

...come to think of it... she never had found... the bottom...

Winnie’s mind registered it first, but it wasn’t until several more gasps and humps passed through her that she started to slow her gyrating hips.
“Nhh, haah... w-what’m I... doin...?” She managed to splutter out.
Sure, it felt good, great, even... but she was still stuck... and if she wasn’t careful, she might just sink so deep she’d never get out!
And so, the country werewolf continued looking for more ways to get her hide free, all while the day slowly continued to pass by...