The Errant Hiker (NB, Willing, Submersion)

[MoTU]

(Preface: I haven't seen any quicksand stories yet with non-binary characters so I opted to write one of my own. Feel free to interpret the gender-neutral pronouns as male or female as you prefer, but canonically this character is non-binary. Enjoy!)

The Errant Hiker

Jamie had a very bad habit of getting themselves lost in the woods. It was understandable, of course, where else would you find some good mud to get stuck in?

They first discovered this interest by accident, wandering around the wetlands behind the family’s getaway cabin while on summer break from college. Jamie had been wading through the swamps, water about hip-high, when they suddenly slipped into some underwater mud that held their legs tight up to the knees. It was scary at first, but thrilling and.. erotic at the same time. It took Jamie a solid hour to get out - 10 minutes to crawl out of the mud, the rest of the time spent fantasizing about being helpless and at risk of getting sucked down.

Since then, Jamie had made a regular habit of wandering out into the woods, finding themselves some enticing mud, and “stumbling” in so they could play the helpless hiker in danger. Through some experimentation, Jamie found that they greatly preferred getting getting stuck while wearing rain boots. No need to ruin old sneakers, no risk of stepping on something sharp while barefoot, and the suction around the boots made the feeling of being stuck all the more genuine.

Fast forward to the present, Jamie had done some research about a new forest that was supposedly full of swamplands. Not one to turn down an opportunity like this, Jamie dressed up in a pair of khaki short-shorts, an old oversized t-shirt, and pulled on some cute red rain boots before setting out on this adventure.

It had been about an hour of wandering, but Jamie had no luck finding a good spot to play out their fantasies. Just as they were ready to give up and head back, it dawned on Jamie that the flora and fauna had been pretty indistinct for a while, so the way back was completely unknown. And of course, because misery comes in threes, the weather picked that exact moment to turn sour. The light drizzle that had been on-and-off all morning suddenly picked up into a heavy downpour, and within minutes Jamie was completely soaked.

Another hour of aimless wandering and Jamie was feeling pretty helpless, but not the fun kind. No sign of the road they came on, no other familiar sights, and no sign of the rain letting up. Jamie stumbled on a large rock they could use as a vantage point, so they climbed up to get a better view. Still no obvious way out of the forest, but another sight caught Jamie’s eye - not too far off in the distance, there seemed to be a swelling creek that branched out into some smaller rivulets with distinctly brown shorelines. Though they still might not get home anytime soon, Jamie would be damned if they didn’t get their fill of muddy peril before the day was out.

A short trek later, Jamie found themselves nearing one of the shorelines and could feel the ground losing stability as they approached. Whether it was the rain or the swampy landscape was unclear, but even the grass under their boot gave in a few inches with every step. The first step out onto the shoreline resulted in Jamie’s boot getting sucked down well past the ankle, near its rim. Normally Jamie would be at least somewhat cautious about not getting the inside of their boots muddy, but between the frustration at being lost and already being soaked with rain Jamie found it hard to care about getting dirtier than usual.

Jamie took a deep breath and focused on the fantasy they had in mind - they were a hapless hiker who needed to trudge through some dangerous swamplands in order to reach their destination. If things went bad there would be nobody around to save them, so it would be hard not to panic. Of course it didn’t take much effort for Jamie to get into that headspace since it was so similar to their current situation, but nevertheless they felt ready for whatever happened next. With that, Jamie took a big step out into the middle of the shoreline.

In their experience, Jamie would usually feel their boots hit bottom, and the mud would surround their ankles and calves to create a nice suction. With some effort the boots would come out, but not before acting out the fantasy of being stuck. This time was different. Jamie felt their boot plunge into the shoreline’s thick, greasy mud. Immediately their boot was completely submerged as the mud continued until it reached Jamie’s upper thigh. To make matters worse, Jamie had enough momentum from the forward plunge that their other leg immediately followed. Before they had time to process what had happened, Jamie found themselves standing upright in thick brown mud up to their shorts.

As soon as the initial shock wore off, Jamie tried pulling up one of their mired boots but found it was held by the mud’s suction. This experiment brought on a horrible realization, however, as the other boot sank deeper into the morass and Jamie’s shorts touched the shoreline. They weren’t used to not feeling bottom, so the danger of this situation was apparent. Where Jamie should have felt concern, though, they felt a wave of excitement at the peril at hand. Still in the fantasy mindset, Jamie faux-struggled against the mud as usual but found that this mudhole was happy to oblige as it swallowed their shorts and crawled towards their navel.

Jamie’s fantasy hiker was usually turned on enough just feeling the mud around their boots, but this was another level of arousal. Jamie pulled their shirt off and threw it to the side, then plunged their hands under the mud to pull their shorts down their legs as far as they could go - any barrier between the slick mud and bare skin would be unacceptable. Jamie’s hands explored their body fully, rubbing and kneading slick mud onto every surface that desired it. Every moment spent caressing caused their body to slip deeper into the mud, now crawling up past their navel. Jamie felt the mud claim every inch, pulling them deeper into their deadly embrace.

Jamie meekly called out for help as they sank, every word nearing them closer and closer to climax under the surface - “help… stuck in the mud… sinking… going to drown… going to die… help me… pull me out… fuck me… anything”. The build up became unbearable as the mud closed in over their chest, their cry for help cut off by a sharp breath inward as an electric orgasm surged throughout Jamie’s body. They spasmed back and forth, feeling the powerful climax down through their feet which now extended to point downwards involuntarily.

As the orgasm started to subside, Jamie noticed that they were no longer sinking on their own. However, the gravity of their situation was nevertheless quite severe - the mud had just finished swallowing Jamie’s shoulders, and their arms were well under the surface of the mud. The arms could be rescued, but not without costing Jamie precious inches of their non-submerged body. Perhaps more concerning, however, was that there were no branches or other objects in reach that Jamie could use to pull themselves out. If the mud’s surface had been dry they might have been able to crawl or dig their way out, but the rain had made the mud far too loose to give any sort of leverage.

It seemed clear to Jamie that their only choice was to wait patiently in the hopes that an actual hiker would come along to their rescue, but that could take hours, if not days. In the face of reason and safety, Jamie loudly exclaimed “fuck that!” Jamie was never one to be patient, even if it meant costing them their life. In their fantasies, Jamie’s hiker didn’t always escape the mud safely, so getting sucked under by a hungry mudhole was always on the table in theory. Consequences be damned, Jamie was set on riding this one out and into the muddy unknown.

Jamie started to lift their arms up through the mud, making sure to pull themselves down as much as possible in the process. The mud quickly took Jamie’s neck and threatened to overtake their mouth, so they tilted their head back to enjoy the sensation as long as possible. Jamie’s hiker was nearing a horrible death by quickmud, surely they’d be overtaken by panic at this point. They thrashed their limbs as much as possible under the surface, calling out for help all the while. It would have come off as a genuine performance, were it not for the hard breaths and obvious arousal in Jamie’s voice as they cried out “please someone save me… the mud is pulling me under like quicksand... I’ll do anything you want, just don’t let me drown in the mud…”

The mud started to overtake Jamie’s face when their second and final orgasm was reaching its climax. Jamie noticed that the rain had stopped, allowing them to look up at the sky and see the walls of mud closing in around their peripheral vision. Instead of giving one final cry out for help, Jamie took a deep breath and puffed out their cheeks comically as they sank completely under the surface. The sensation of being completely submerged was overwhelming - as Jamie’s orgasm hit they released their final breath of air which bubbled quietly on the surface. The feeling of slow suffocation prolonged Jamie’s climax as they faded away in pleasure.

Up above the mud, the sky opened up and the sun shone down upon the muddy shoreline. The scene looked peaceful and unassuming, save for an oversized t-shirt abandoned in the brush.

[hawkmaster91]

Very exciting to read, I loved that the charatcer was nb. It made it more arousing

[PM2K]

I liked it for the writing.

[hadomountain]

lovely---i love imagining somone puffing their cheeks as they sink!