Ferham Gets Bogged Down
A MegaMan X QS Fanfic
By UltrawarriorX367
(F, submerge, struggling, shoe loss, fatal?)
A pink reddish streak shot across the sky high above a desolate forest on the outskirts of Giga City. A reploid in pink armor with wings and gold highlights patrolled the skies searching for something, she was like a harrier looking down from up above at her prey. This reploid was Ferham, a member of the Rebellion army, a group of reploid led by Epsilon for the goal of evolution through the use of Force Metal making Giga City a lone utopia for all reploids. There were others who shared Epsilon’s vision of evolution and joined him, there was also his Cadres which included Scarface along with Botos making Ferham the only female in the entire group.
She was originally stationed at the Melda Ore Plant and was to keep guard of a missile with a Supra-Force Metal warhead but was immediately contacted by Scarface. He told her that their men reported to have seen X and his group take refuge in a dense forest near the Gaudile Laboratory called the “Eternal Jungle”. She compiled and took off to find the Maverick Hunters. She was a little surprised why Scarface wasn’t sent instead of her but she knew better than to question Epsilon’s orders.
The “Eternal Jungle” according to Wild Jango was a forest with thick vegetation, towering trees that blotted out the sun, decaying mechanoids, and dangerous traps. Whoever went into that forest was never to be seen again, the tale itself was enough to freak out Botos but Ferham thought nothing of it. She considered Jango’s tale to be nothing more than a ghost story and he was just trying to scare her.
She soon arrived at her destination and landed in an open area deep within the forest. She looked around to get herself familiarized with the area but all she saw were colossal trees and numerous mechanoids slowly rotting away and becoming one with Mother Nature due to the tuffs of foliage growing on it. “Well at least that creep Jango was right about one thing” she said. She then continued to walk through the dense woodland area, the thick foliage from the trees blocked out the sun, save for a few skits that allowed sunlight to seep through.
Then she heard a faint rustling sound coming from the bushes. She stood guard as the sound grew louder and louder, the being responsible for the noise soon emerged from the bushes, and it was nothing more than a light green rabbid robot. “Oh it’s just another one of those bunny robots, I can’t believe I got so worked up over thi-“ She was interrupted as a half functioning rundown Wild Dog lunged out from the bush and pounced on her.
The damaged wolf robot pinned both her arms down and left her defenseless as it gazed upon her face with malicious intent. Ferham kicked the robot away sending it flying into a tree causing it to yelp in pain. Now in control again she grabbed her whip from the side of her thigh and struck it against the ground. “You naughty boy! It’s time someone taught you some manners!” She said in a sadistic lustful voice. The beast snarled as it dashed towards her, she swung her whip and struck the robot leaving a small scratch on its body causing it to wine. The wolf dug all four paws of its paws into the ground, snarled and dashed at her once more. Ferham threw her whip up and then swung it down cutting the robot down the middle revealing its mechanical insides ultimately killing it. She stood over the dead robot's corpse and sighed “I guess you couldn’t handle the pressure darling” she replied as she struck her whip clean from the robot’s oil.
“I’m sure pretty boy and friends probably ran into a few rouge machines out here” she thought to herself before flying deeper into the Eternal Jungle. Flying proved to be a better mode of transport for her, she was able to cover more ground and it wasn’t hurting her feet. A small sparkle shone in the distance, she squinted her eyes but couldn’t make it out “I wonder what that is?” She thought as she flew. She soon came upon a clearing and landed, her boots partially sank into the ground from the landing impact but she didn’t notice it yet. She placed a hand over her eyes and continued searching for the mysterious sparkle until she found where it originated. The sparkle came from a now destroyed Raider Killer, it was missing one of its arms and there were numerous slash marks and buster shots on its armor. “It looks like those boys had a run in with one of those ancient mechanoids. It seems like it didn’t put up much of a fight, but who am I to judge” Ferham said as she chuckled to herself, but unbeknownst to her, the ground around her feet started to get soft and lose real quick.
“Those Hunters only gave themselves an indication that they’re here, and now all I have to do is find them” Ferham proceeded to continue her search but found that she couldn’t move, she looked down and saw her boots ankle deep in the soft ground of the clearing. “What the?” She said in confusion as she tried budging her legs but they refused to move. Ferham then tried lifting her legs out but the soft sticky mud held tightly to her boots, she also noticed dark gray mud started to ooze out from the ground like lava as she fidgeted about. The innocent clearing was actually a patch of soft swamp mud made from an underground spring, the thin dirt surface covered the mud making it blend in with its surroundings. “Oh my….this mud is soft yet thick, and I cannot seem to get my legs free…” Ferham said as she tried pulling her legs out of the mud. This was a whole new experience for her, all the time she spent fighting in the rebellion army couldn’t prepare her for this situation, and despite her combat training she couldn’t seem to break Mother Nature and her soft sticky grip.
“It’s just a little mud, I’ll be able to free myself in no time” she said to herself, by now the tops of her boots had vanished beneath the mud due to her previous struggles. She tried moving them again but was startled by the mud’s suction holding them in place and feeling the gelatin-like ground ripple in response to her movements. She gave a few more gentle inquisitive tugs on each foot, hoping to loosen the mud’s grip on her footwear but was showing no signs of success as her boots remained trapped. Each time she raised her foot it would come out a tiny bit before being sucked back down into the mud.
“Perfect, these were my favorite pair!” Ferham grumbled as she grabbed the tops of her left boot and slowly began to take it off revealing her well pedicured foot in black latex stirrups. Ferham’s feet were a size 16.5 had slender long toes and long sharp nails in metallic dark red polish along with a few gold rings on her big and index toes, they were a sight to behold. Her foot hovered about the soft ground, Ferham was hesitant to set it down because she didn’t want to dirty herself up. But she had to, her mission was to track down the Maverick Hunters and she couldn’t disappoint her master. So, after taking a breath Ferham placed her foot down, the mud french kissed it as it was pulled under and covered by the wet soil. “Ugh! Disgusting” Ferham groaned as she felt the mud ooze between her toes beneath the surface.
“Well my peds are officially ruined! Just wait until I find those boys, they are in for a world of hurt!” Groaned Ferham angrily. She pulled her other foot out of her right boot and set it down in the mud alongside her left, the ground bubbled and slurped as her foot made contact with the wet earth making her flinch. “Ew! Ew! Ew!” She muttered, feeling the wet slimy earth lap at her bare soles. She looked behind her to see her boots still trapped, they slowly began to sink into mud. “I refuse to lose my only good pair of boots!” Ferham exclaimed as she went to retrieve them, only to find that she couldn’t move. She glanced down and saw a plethora of bubbles rise and pop from the mud’s surface nearly making her gag.
“This is so gross, I’m going to get my boots back and nothing’s going to stop me” she said as she pulled up her left foot. The gray mud stretched like rubber and gripped tightly around her foot, keeping the fem fatale in place. Ferham was perplexed upon seeing the mud’s hold on her foot. She refused to believe that simple nature was able to keep her in place, she then pulled up her right foot only to get the same result. The gray mud held on tightly to her feet in a stubborn manner with its tendency and vice-like suction while drawing her in inch by inch. She tugged at her left leg again then the right, still unable to move either of them as the mud squished and slurped, mocking her pathetic attempts at escape. “This has to be a joke!? She groaned, astonished by the mud’s strong hold around her feet.
Ferham resumed her efforts to free her feet, lifting and jerking her legs for twenty five minutes. Yet, in spite of her superhuman strength she was unable to budge her feet from the mud’s sticky grasp. The only good her actions done was getting herself mired up to her upper ankle and leg and causing the mud to seal around her legs, hindering her movement even more. Growing frustrated and annoyed with every passing minute Ferham glared down at the mud as she reared back and lifted up hard on her stuck left foot to pull it loose. Heavy beads of sweat ran down her face and her internal systems began to overheat as she doubled her efforts to free herself. After nearly thirty seconds of unrelenting exertion, her soli muddy foot slowly began to rise out from the mud. Grunting under her breath, Ferham managed to lift her foot up several inches, but no further then that, as the tar-like consistency of the mud cling to her foot tightly, stretching up like thick, heavy dough, holding her fast.
“You don’t know when to quit? Do you!” Ferham cried as she pulled even harder on her foot. As she continued to struggle about, the concentration of her weight upon her right foot caused it to go deeper into the gooey trap. She eventually got a cramp in her left leg convincing her to give up for now as the mud drew her foot back into its swamp grasp. However, the combat reploid quickly found that her brief surrender was a major mistake as the mud took the opportunity to devour her ankles and slowly made its way to her calves.
Ferham was furious for giving into the mud so easily. Now she is much more stuck than she was before, the longer she stayed stuck the more ground X’s group could cover, and worse of all.. Her boots were ruined! “Those were my favorite pair!” She muttered under her breath as she looked in disappointment at her half sunken shoes behind her. As Ferham continued to let her priorities consume her thoughts, she was completely oblivious to the fact that she was stuck and slowly sinking in thick sticky clay in the middle of a marsh. As well, the deeper she sank the more ensnared her feet and legs became in the grip of the mud’s suction. Now unable to free her left foot and mired to the bottom of her calves she tilted forward and lifted up hard on her trapped right foot to retrieve it from the mud’s clutches, grunting slightly as she pulled and strained at her trapped foot. She twisted her foot back and forth to loosen the mud’s suction. After 10 minutes of struggling she was finally rewarded for her actions as she felt her foot slowly rise up within the confines of the bog, the mud slurped and squelched in her attempt at freedom as it stretched up like thick heavy glue clinging tightly around her calves. Her calf did rise, but her foot never emerged from below… it was stuck tight within the bog mud caught fast in the vacuum forming around it and her lower calf.
Ferham grunted and strained, pulling up her right leg in vain as the dough-like earth stretched keeping a firm hold on her calves. Slowly running out of strength to keep going, she was forced to concede to the mud once more. The moment she relaxed her leg the mud quickly ensnared its prey sucking her right foot and calf back into the sludge, the force of the retrieval drew her vaplous calves even deeper into the mud. “DAMN IT!!!” She exclaimed in anger as she glared at the mud in anger which let loose a few bubbles, it was like the mud was telling her that she had no chance at escaping.
This didn’t stop the reploid from twisting and struggling about in her muddy confinement, she had a mission to complete and the last thing she needed was soft luscious skin. The last thing Ferham expected to do today was getting herself stuck in a swamp and losing her footwear, to make matters worse she’s been struggling for nearly 25 minutes and so far made little to no progress. “Are you kidding me right now! I seriously can’t be losing to a little mud now!” Ferham yelled as she twisted her legs back and forth but was once again unable to relinquish them from the gray marsh clay. Both of her legs were at her upper calves nearing the kneecaps as the quagmire bubbled and gurgled furiously in hunger as it continued slurping on its meal.
Growing frustrated and angry with each passing second she grabs her left thigh, grits her teeth, and pulls with all of her might. But her thigh didn’t budge at all, the mud already cupped her thighs and the sticky gray muck wrapped itself around the lower and upper part of her legs holding her fast. To make matters worse her right leg was pressed deeper into the mud until it sank to the lower portion of her right thigh. “OH MY GOD! SERIOUSLY!?” She yelled as the mud bubbles and ripped in response to her movements, in a rage she furiously rocked left and right trying to loosen up the mud around her thighs and legs. She thrashed and squirmed in her bonds but was unable to get herself free, her recent escape attempt brought her deeper into the mire and she was to her upper thighs.
Ferham stopped and took a breather to calm herself down, she was never quick to anger but it seemed like Mother Nature found all the right buttons to make her tick. “Ok, I’m in the middle of a dense forest, I’m currently trapped in a mud puddle, and my boots are ruined. How can things get any worse!?” Ferham cried as she put a hand on her head, the entire situation was starting to give her a headache. As Ferham continued to rest she noticed that the trees seemed to have gotten taller, more taller than they already were. Did she stumble into a deeper section of the forest…. or was her mind playing tricks on her, she looked down and saw the mud bubble and slurp as it slowly consumed more of her thighs. “I-I’m sinking…. then that means” Her voice trailed off as she felt herself getting shorter and shorter. “I stumbled into a filthy bottomless bog!?” She cried.
“How could I’ve let my guard down or at the very least be weary of my surroundings!” Ferham said as she mentally facepalmed herself. The bog wasted no time as it dragged her in deeper sucking and clinging on her luscious thighs like molasses she was pulled down, the mud was only inches away from her crotch and started to form around her lower hips She grits her teeth and glares down at the mud in rage, she then begins twisting violently at her hips and upper torso like a madwoman, her strong latex clad thighs wrestled against the thickness and suction of the mud. Despite her impressive efforts, she was still unable to move, and she couldn’t even do so much as move her thighs in the earthy cake batter. Without some serious help the flight reploid was going nowhere but down.
The mud consumed the last of her upper thighs and finally reached her crotch. The wet earth caressed the sides of her thighs and lapped at her crotch plate, causing her to blush intensively. She wiggled her hips in retaliation as she felt the warm silt cup her derrière causing her to blush even harder. Ferham without thinking dug her hands into the muck and leaned forward, her pink bodysuit clad buttocks slowly raised out of the mud bog but the thick relenting suction still had a firm hold on her. She angrily thrusted and squirmed forward in the slime as it farted and burped, writhing her thighs from side to side as she inches further down. “...This….is ...UUNGHHH!!! …. F%@KING RIDICULOUS!!! … LET GO OF ME ALREADY!!!” She yelled as her frustration reached its peak. Her struggling intensified as she violently twisted and jerked her thighs in conjunction with her lower body, the mud gushed and rippled wildly as the reploid beauty thrashed about. Bubbles rose to the surface in a rapid pace letting loose bundles of trapped air from the depths below.
Ferham angrily sighed as went back in her original position and slammed her fists atop the mire’s surface sending more ripples outwards along the water-bed like mud. She shifted her body weight to the left and dug her hand deep into the bog mud once more and clasped her thigh, she then tried lifting it out from its imprisonment but was struggling to do so. “I REFUSE…. UMPH!... TO BE!... UUNGHHH!!! ...BEATEN!! MMPHHH! ...BY SOME… UNH! STUPID MUD!!!” She growled through her gritted teeth. Struggling for five minutes proved to be utterly useless since the gooey tar-like mud fused itself to her thighs and lower leg. “How am I going to get myself out of this slop now!?” She thought to herself, Ferham looked behind her and saw the upper portion of her boots sticking out of the mire’s surface only fueling her rage, until she saw her wings.
She completely forgot about her wings, she was an aerial combat reploid and forgot that she had wings and thrusters on her back. An idea began to form in her head “Maybe I could use my wings to get out of here! Why didn’t I think of that sooner!?” She said to herself. Her wings extended into “flight mode” and the thrusters began to wind up, she closed her eyes as she began to rise out of the mud. When she opened them however she wasn’t hovering in the air she was still trapped in the mud. Ferham was in shock at this as she tried again to fly out, only to get the same result as before. “.... Y-you’ve got to be kidding me!?! Am I that stuck to the point where I can’t even fly out!? What the f@!k is this!” She was near her breaking point, her temper’s flaring and she’s on the verge of having a meltdown. She switched her thrusters to full power and pressed her hands down on the bog’s surface to push herself upwards, she continued to inch further downwards as the bog mud swallowed her crotch and slurped at her hips. She refused to let the mud get the better of her again as she began to twist and struggle in her bonds to loosen the sticky iron grip the mud had on her body but her efforts only drove her down deeper. Her wings began to settle in the mud and were quickly stuck thanks to the sticky gray matter’s hold, her thrusters continued to burn as she sank.
Ferham inched up slightly as she flew out once more but the sticky gray quickmud had her entire lower half trapped and didn’t plan to let her go anytime soon, the mud had begun work on her stomach. She leaned forward and furiously wiggled her sunken butt about in the mire trying to power through the mud’s thick relenting suction, after 10 minutes of pure agony she started to feel her left leg shift through the muck. A look of pure joy and relief came upon her face as she kept fighting and wiggling her left leg. In time her left slowly began to rise up out of the mire, it was heavily coated in gray clay she got to her knee cap before the mud’s suction began to pull it back. Ferham quickly grasped her left thigh and pulled tightly on it. “Like… hell… UNH!... I’m giving… MMPHHH! …. Into you! UMPH!... Again!” Ferham uttered through her teeth as she gritted and strained to keep the pressure up.
Unfortunately for her, her day just kept getting worse and worse. When her thrusters made contact with the mire it caused a lot of air bubbles to rise from below, the bubbles surrounded the R.A cadres as she felt the mud shift and loosen up around her lower half and legs. At first she thought her jet thrusters lessened up the mud allowing her to escape, but she soon thought wrong as she immediately dropped 3 inches deeper. Her stomach was swallowed entirely and her abdomen was next on the menu for the bog. “Oh! I can’t believe this! Just when I’m inches away from freedom this happens!” Angrily grumbled Ferham as she felt her movements being hindered by the thick clay mud. Looking at her surroundings she noticed that the world around her kept getting bigger and bigger as she continued to shrink into the earth.
The mud was nearly done consuming her abdomen, the reploid was further grossed out by the “SHLLP”, “BLUT”, and Sucking sounds coming from the mud making her cringe. “I need to get out of here now! I could try flying out again but my wings are stuck and my thrusters might make things worse if I did” Ferham thought to herself, she continued to slowly squiggle and worm in the mud to free herself which did little to nothing. Looking at her surroundings she noticed a tree not too far from the right of her, an outstretched branch had grown out of the towering timber, it looked strong from a distance. “Maybe I can use my whip to latch onto that branch!” She said to herself, she went to reach for her whip only to find that her hand wouldn’t move, the same went for her right as well. “I can’t move my arms *sigh* FAN! F$@!ING! TASTIC!!!” She yelled in rage. Without thinking she quickly wiggled her body and rocked left and right, all the while pumping and lifting her trapped arms in vain. She was able to lift her left arm after 7 minutes but even then she had little to no control over it, her hand and vambrace came out coated gray. Her left hand was encased in a glob of gray earth, she couldn’t move it around as much since the long gooey strands of mud were connected to the glob that consumed her hand. It was so thick she couldn’t even wiggle her fingers. Ferham is now sunk up to her lower chest in the gooey gray matter with her arms pinned at her sides, her wings and thrusters were halfway sunk in the mud as well rendering her from flying out again, if she’s willing to take that gambit and not worsen her situation.
Ferham failed to realize that her carelessness was only fueling her doom, her arms remained trapped in the earthy cement and no matter how hard she pulled on her limbs they refused to budge. The mud bonded smoothly to her arms and held them fast within its inescapable iron grip. She struggled helplessly, her hips twisting in the sucking entrapment of the gray silty mire, slowly sinking deeper with every movement she made, her feet were pointing downwards and she couldn’t feel a bottom to this disgusting trap.
The more the fem fatale struggled it only worked her deeper into the hidden trap as she slowly began running low on stamina, the mud had finished her lower chest and began creeping up towards her breasts. Ferham snarled and grunted as she shifted her body mass from left to right to pull out her arms loose, but her strategy proved to backfire on her since all it did was speed up her descent. “Damnit! No matter what I do I can’t get out of this muck! And I can’t fly out because if I did I’d risk sinking deeper! I can’t reach my whip since my arms are stuck! And the only good pair of boots I had are officially ruined!” She raged, after going off on a tangent she took a breather to calm herself down. “Ok, I can’t move any of my limbs and any movement I make causes me to sink deeper. What can I do” she asked herself.
As she thought the mud began to form under her breast plate causing her to blush once more, Ferham immediately shook it off and began twisting her upper torso to keep it above the mire. However her body started to act weird, it was almost like it didn’t function to her movements. However her desperate struggles brought her chest half sunk in the gray mire, and to make matters worse her body seemed to be enjoying the situation despite the peril she was in. The blush and the reploid’s face reddened as the mud seeped into the crevices of her armor and lapped at her bodysuit clad body causing her to squirm and thrash about even more, at the cost of tiring herself out. It was at that moment that Ferham felt a wave of calmness overtake her. She felt at ease and relaxed and tried to recover her strength, eventually she became unable to resist these new feelings from her body, she looked down at the mud as it started to fold over her breasts and let herself float atop the mire’s surface.
She smiled a little but the tears starting to form in her eyes express how she really feels. She was afraid, this was a first for her, she’d never show fear in the face of the enemy before. Ferham would alway hide her emotions underneath her sassy sadistic persona, worried that she’d be considered weak in the eyes of the rest of the Rebellion Army. When she first got herself trapped she was confident in her ability to get free, but the more she sank the fear started to build up within her. But it was when her arms got trapped that sent her into a state of panic, she thrash and squirmed about in her muddy confines making herself sink faster and faster. The forbidding presence of the mud sucking at her body and pulling her deeper into the swamp mud was enough to frighten her.
Ferham was now around shoulder deep and almost up to her neck in the thick silt, the tips of her wings were sticking out of the mire as well. She still felt joyous and happy but despite the blush on her face, deep down she felt nothing but shame. She was a Cadre of the Rebellion Army, she was trained to expect the unexpected and take down the enemy no matter what, she never thought she'd see the day where she got overpowered by a mere mud pit. She didn’t expect to get herself caught up in some perverted fantasy that consumed every fiber of her being. The mud finished her shoulders and her wings went under as well, only her head was left sitting atop the sucking quagmire, and it wasted no time to pull her in. Ferham didn’t struggle, squirm, nor move she stayed completely still as the mud proceeded to suck her down. She was aware of what was going to happen to her, she was defeated by the enemy and forced to surrender, there was nothing she could about it. She leaned her head back and looked up to the sky, saying farewell before she left the world. When the mud reached her chin she closed her eyes, the bog mud bubbles and squelched happily as it was nearly done consuming its prey. The goo seeped into the slits of her helmet but Ferham didn’t mind as the bubbling mud grew louder and louder as she sank, her mouth was first to go under, if this were anyone else they’d be screaming for help one last time before there mouths were duck taped by the mud, Ferham isn’t one of those people. She was aware of her situation but her face didn’t show fear, sadness, or anything. Her expression was calm and relaxed as she took in her last remaining moments, but on the inside she was fearing for her life. The mud had got the sides of her helmet and covered her nose, that didn’t stop the fatale from blowing a few bubbles. The mud was mere inches away from her eyes but she didn’t care, if she were to die on the battlefield she’d die with honor. “Commander Epsilon, forgive me”
Ferham wished the best for the rest of her teammates as the mud covered her eyes as the last of her face was brought down into the bog, her helmet joined soon after as the mud growled and bubble relentlessly as it slurped down the last of its victim like a milkshake. The mud let out a few more bubbles to indicate the Ferham’s final moments before the mire’s surface stilled, erasing any evidence of a struggle. A few minutes went by and all was quiet the mire regained its natural form and waited patiently for another victim to wander into its clutches, until a muddy hand shot out of the mud with a whip in to. With one swing the whip caught and wrapped itself around the outstretched branch from the tree, another muddy hand came out and grabbed onto the whip tightly, Ferham’s head came out of the mire and with her remaining strength she pulled on her lifeline to safety. Moving through the silt was trying to wade through tar, the mud still had a strong grip on Ferham’s body but she was determined and hellbent to get free. Wiggling her body as she pulled herself to safety proved to be the best strategy, she was crotch deep when she felt the mud’s suction at her thighs and legs. Gritting her teeth and pulling like a mad woman the mud loosened up around her
legs allowing her to break free of the quagmire.
Upon reaching solid ground Ferham laid on the ground face first as she coughed up mud, her entire body, from head to toe was soiled in thick gray clay. In the distance she saw the tips of her boots finally sink to the mire, the mud released a few bubbles to mock her. Ferham began to wipe the mud of her face and body and went to untie her whip from the tree branch. “First thing’s first, I have to clean myself. I didn’t come all the way out here for a mud bath” she said, and with that she began searching for a pond or stream to wash off in, and she’s forced to walk since her thrusters are clogged with mud but at least she’ll be more mindful of her surroundings this time.
The end.
MMX: Ferham Gets Bogged Down
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Nice work. I think your writing has improved. 

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Re: MMX: Ferham Gets Bogged Down
DJlurker wrote:Nice work. I think your writing has improved.
Thanks. Was there anything you liked in the story?
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Re: MMX: Ferham Gets Bogged Down
How the sink progressed, basically. Nices descriptives.
One minor nit-pick I have is, I don't think Ferham would cuss like that...
One minor nit-pick I have is, I don't think Ferham would cuss like that...
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UltraWarriorX367 wrote:DJlurker wrote:Nice work. I think your writing has improved.
Thanks. Was there anything you liked in the story?
I liked the detailed description of the suction of the clay and the heroine's futile attempts to pull her bare feet out.
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Re: MMX: Ferham Gets Bogged Down
DJlurker wrote:How the sink progressed, basically. Nices descriptives.
One minor nit-pick I have is, I don't think Ferham would cuss like that...
It shows her getting more and more frustrated as she sinks
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Re: MMX: Ferham Gets Bogged Down
pataponpsn wrote:UltraWarriorX367 wrote:DJlurker wrote:Nice work. I think your writing has improved.
Thanks. Was there anything you liked in the story?
I liked the detailed description of the suction of the clay and the heroine's futile attempts to pull her bare feet out.
It that it, or was there anything else?
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Re: MMX: Ferham Gets Bogged Down
Very nice! Loved it 

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