Neptune was invited out to the local campsite by his friends for a night of fun. While he wasn't usually an outdoorsy person, but he'd been camping with the group before, and had a great time. So, naturally, he was hyped to get to join in on the fun again.

He hopped in his car, making his way deep into the woods where the meetup was. But, of course, this was no ordinary camping trip. Before he exited his car, he slipped out of his clothes, tossing them into the backseat. The rest of the trip would be spent out in the nude, together with a group of other handsome guys. He was the sole car there, having been the first to arrive. There was a light drizzle, the water seeping into the feathers on his bare body. Before departing, he reaxhed into his pocket to pull out the map he was supposed to bring... Only to find it missing.

"Ah, damn. Guess I'll have to find my way then, shouldn't be too hard..."

He sighed, as he made his way into the trees, continuing to walk along the muddy path on the forest floor. Eventually, he comes to a diverged path and hesitates for a moment.

"Now, where was it again...?"

He decided to go right, continuing along the path. By then, the sun had started to set, the forest growing quite dark as he made his way forward. Eventually, he stopped.

"I must've made a wrong turn, there's nothing out here, is there?"

He then attempted to turn back, but found his foot had lodged itself into the muddy forest floor.

"Ugh, you've gotta be kidding me..."

He sighed, trying his best to free his leg. Having to balance on one foot to gain leverage, however, causes the bird to splash down into the mud on his back with a squawk. He scrambled to get back up, only to find the pull of the mud far stronger than he expected. This was no ordinary mud pit. He'd fallen straight into a pit of quicksand.

He starts to panic, squirming about as best he can and calling out for help that would never come. He's quick to wear himself out, his struggles slowing as the mud slowly tugs the bird deeper and deeper. The cool mud on his feathers, and the fear of the experience, coalesced together into a feeling of arousal. The bird's cock started to stiffen, causing him to flinch and sink even deeper into the mud.

By now, he was almost entirely submerged. Mud started to flow into his beak, and he managed to reach his hand up to his neck to try and free himself, trying to give himself just a bit more time to be found. His head sinks beneath the surface, only the tip of his beak outside of the much. He reached his spare hand upwards, hoping that someone - anyone - would come to rescue him...

But that wouldn't be the case.

In just a few more minutes, the mud bubbled as the bird fully sank below the surface. He never got to have his fun camping, and the rain washed away any signs of the path he took. His friends always wondered what happened to Neptune that night, never knowing that his body will remain at the bottom of a quicksand pit, forever, surely to be joined by more confused hikers losing their way as time marches forward.

Comm by whitewolf321!
Originally posted on 5/3/2023.