Voretober 2022 - DEPTHS

Admittedly, Noro had gotten a bit separated from the expedition. He was a rather curious sifaka lemur. So it wasn’t his fault, the jungle was just so interesting! Much to look at and admire... He'd seen at least a dozen new bugs already, not to mention countless plants. Anyway, he had a map with him, so it's not like he was going to get lost. He just had to reorient himself.

He was staring at his map, mumbling to himself when he suddenly heard someone whistling in the distance. "Oh, that must be my group!" He pocketed the map and started making a beeline straight for the source of the tune, walking through thick brush and webs aplenty. When he finally came to a clearing, there wasn’t anyone there. He took off his sun hat, wiping his head with his arm before putting it back on. “Did I hallucinate that? I could’ve sworn I heard something...”

A deep voice came from his side, “Uh, I think you heard me.”

Noro jumped slightly, turning towards the voice. Though he still saw nothing. “Are you a... spirit?”

“No. I’m down here.”

The lemur’s eyes finally reached the source of the whistling and voice. It was a lion, who seemed to be half-submerged in the ground as if it were a spa. Despite how odd that was, his gaze couldn’t help but admire the lion himself. He had a gorgeous bronze mane that seemed to glitter in the sunlight, with similarly pretty amber fur covering the rest of himself. Not to mention a muscular, distinct chest... and a handsome face to secure the package.

The blush on the lemur’s face was pretty plain to see, especially since he hadn’t said anything after finally noticing him. The lion waved a paw at him and said, “Hey. Hi. How’re you doing today? My name’s Visk, by the way.”

Noro shook away the additional sparkles and hearts his mind was forming around Visk. “Uh, hello! I’m doing well. Just a little lost, that's all.” There was a pause as Visk seemed to be waiting for something else. “Oh! My name’s Noro.”

“Nice to meet you, Noro!” He twisted and reached out with a large paw, meeting the lemur’s smaller one halfway and nearly pulling him to the ground from the firm handshake. “Now, were you part of an expedition, maybe? Four others, led by a red squirrel lady?”

“Oh, what a coincidence, yes! Could you let me know where they’ve gotten to?”

He pointed a thumb ahead, past what seemed to be a large patch of sand stretching from one end of the clearing to the other. “Just across there. You just missed them, actually.”

Noro nodded thankfully, and was about to step onto the sand when something occurred to him. “Wait... What are you in? Is this quicksand?”

Visk let out a short laugh. “Look, it’s not like in the movies. You can’t actually drown or whatever. It’s not that deep. I like to chill in it sometimes because the warm sand has a nice feel to it. You can just wade across like a marsh. You might want to take your shoes off and roll up your pants, though.”

He felt a little embarrassed for being concerned. He should know better, being the explorer he was. “Ah, thank you,” he responded quietly as he rolled up his pants and removed his shoes and socks, holding them in one hand. “Here goes nothing...” He carefully dipped his foot in as if it were a pool, meeting warm, wet sand. It made a quiet glorp noise as he sank in up to his knee. It really wasn’t that bad. In fact, if he weren’t trying to reunite with his group, he might’ve stayed and enjoyed the feeling of a thick hot tub.

He stepped in with his other leg, once again sinking up to his knee. The way the sand stuck to his fur was a little disconcerting, but it was fine, right? He pushed his right leg forward, bringing the sand up to his hip but still not running into too much resistance. Left forward. Right forward... He was starting to move less, but he could do it. Even if he wasn’t as strong as that handsome lion back there. Left... forward... He nervously said aloud, “This stuff is quite tough, isn’t it?”

He didn’t turn to see, but he heard Visk respond from not as far away as he’d like, “You’re doing good! Keep going!”

Noro nodded, but when he tried to move his right leg forward he found he just couldn’t. It seemed to be completely lodged where it was. He tried pulling it up, but all that happened was the sticky sand stayed clinging to his side. “Shit... I think I’m stuck.” He tried jerking his hip forward, but the sand held fast around him. He couldn’t even see his pants anymore. “What... What should I do?”

There was a longer pause than he expected, but eventually Visk said, “If you’re fast enough, you should be able to reach in and pull your leg out with your hands!”

That didn’t sound right, but he was wrong before. The lemur looked down at where he was pretty sure his leg would be. He shot his hands into the sand, then yanked them and his leg up. Or that’s what he would’ve done if the sand wasn’t now gripping his upper arms with unbelievable force. “Visk that didn’t... That didn’t work!”

Now that Noro couldn’t turn around, Visk ‘stood up’. His lower half was mostly unformed, but there was a very clearly erect cock dripping sand. “Don’t worry... I’ll come carry you across,” he cooed. The little explorer was clearly very scared now, not even paying attention to the change in tone of his soon-to-be rescue. Especially since now he was actively sinking, down to his chest. The lion licked his lips, sensing his prey’s taste in his own way. This one was a lot cuter than the rest of that party.

While he was being admired from a distance, Noro was panicking. He couldn’t believe he took the advice of a stranger he just met for such a dangerous situation. He knew all those adventure movies weren’t making it up! Now he was almost face to face with the quicksand, not even able to really struggle from its firm grip. At least his death would be a warm one. Hopefully he’d pass out quickly.

Visk sloshed his way over to the helpless lemur, just admiring his struggles. Feeling every vain movement as if it were himself holding on. When he was right behind him, he started to finally stroke his cock, letting his tongue loll out. Hearing the sudden noise behind him, above his head, Noro struggled to twist around. He managed just enough to see that lion nearly blotting out the sun, and his sandy member large and close. Despite his impending doom his face immediately grew red. He was only barely able to stammer “V-Visk!” before sinking beneath the surface.

All that was left of him was that tan sun hat of his, floating on the surface. Then, a few air bubbles managed to make it to the top. When the last one popped, so did Visk, ropes of white, sticky sand shooting out onto the top of Noro’s hat. When he finished, Visk let himself collapse into the rest of the quicksand and enjoyed the simple sunlight. That boy... was cute, wasn’t he. The thought lingered in his mind for a few more seconds before he decided maybe that one was worth more than sand.

Noro was nearly unconscious when he felt the sand flowing. He wasn’t sure why and he couldn’t even begin to think of a reason. He was flowing sideways, or up? Much more importantly, he soon found himself in a pocket of air. He gasped, although there wasn’t a ton of room for him to move still. The quicksand still seemed to surround him on all sides, but he was still moving. And above him he could hear whistling. “Visk...?”

The sand lion patted his belly contentedly. He had pulled all the quicksand back into himself, leaving behind some bones that hadn’t quite had enough time to turn to disintegrate. He didn’t want to scare his new friend, now. “That’s right! I told you I’d carry you across. Why don’t you just relax in there, and I’ll get you somewhere nice.”

“You were the quicksand...” He couldn’t process how that was even possible, or anger at how he nearly died. Instead, Noro just felt relief. A strange gratitude. And ultimately... it was still comfortable, being trapped in him. Instead of saying anything else, he leaned into the side of Visk’s ‘stomach’, falling asleep to the tune he continued to whistle as they walked.