I awoke in a stupor. What had happened to me? One second I’d been at that awesome party, the next it had been a blur of disco lights and a plunge into darkness. I groggily tried to rub my head, to find something thick and stuffy obstructing it.
I glanced down through a pair of dark mesh lenses, which made my surroundings tough to distinguish, but I could make out my hands encased in big plush padding. I was lying on my back in a thick furry suit of some kind. I couldn’t help but notice an ominous looking box I’d been placed in. A crumpled up safari hat was stuffed in at my side, and my feet were resting at the other end. Except they didn’t look like my feet. They were big and stuffy and featureless just like my hands. They were hooves.
Oh I recognized my suit alright. Beige fur, a green jacket and four oversized hooves – it was Daring-Do. I was zipped up inside a thick Daring-Do suit, her pretty red eyes cartoonishly hiding the overwhelming look of confusion and concern on mine.
Through the mesh of the eyes I saw the late night sky above me and an enormously bright moon beaming down. That and the glow of an old fashioned lantern that was sitting on a ridge a little higher then my head showed a pretty clear picture of my surroundings. I was deep inside four brown walls of dirt. A seeming lid of the box was upturned on my left side on hinges. Just above that, a pair of feet in sneakers were the only thing I could make out of a shadowy stranger standing above, staring down at me. A shovel gripped firmly in his hand.
Oh god no! This box was a coffin! I was in a grave!
I didn’t get a chance to sit up and compute beyond that. The lid came flying down on top of me, plunging my world black! I tried to scream, only then realising I was thickly gagged. The sound of my cries still managed to echo loudly against the coffins four walls. I pressed on the lid, but it held firm. I pushed when I realised how hard it was weighing down, but still no luck. He must be standing or sitting on top, was the only explanation I could find. But I could tell he certainly didn’t plan to stay there - soon the tell-tale banging of a hammer against nails down the right hand side of the box began to seal my fate!
I kept screaming, wishing I could ask what I’d done to deserve this, pleading to be let out! I kept struggling, bashing my plushie hooves against the lid but for all the good it did, I was trapped! After nearly ten minutes of my constant muffled screaming and protesting, the sound of the hammer faltered. I head ruffling and scrunching as my captor climbed out of the grave, and then a sound that filled me to the very core with dread - That first shovelful of dirt hitting the lid.
I heard my abductor shout, in a voice not unlike a radio announcer. “Will our hero Daring-Do escape her claustrophobic coffin conundrum? Will she be able to worm her way out of this terrifying tomb of tribulation? Or is this a sad ending for our equine heroine? Tune in next time, same Daring-Do time, same Daring-Do channel!”

So… Where do I start with this grim picture? This was done by the ever awesome Dombrus and he absolutely nailed the idea off what I gave him, I mean just perfectly.
I wanted this in time for Halloween if possible but I didn’t mind waiting and Domrbus definitely had a lot on his plate in the last few months. Better late then never, definitely. And if you’re one of those furries for whom everyday is Halloween, I’m sure you’ll mind even less. ^{^}
I got the idea for this because this Halloween, I noticed it was an ongoing theme, at least on FA. Quite a few artists I followed did something along the lines of being buried alive. My mind instantly went to suiting as it does. I don’t think a buried alive in a fursuit combo has been done before, anyway? Not to the best of my knowledge. But while I definitely had a few ideas like this one of what I could do, I kept crapping out when it came time to draw it. I can’t really give an explanation other then to quote 2Spoopy4MeM8. :3
Since I couldn’t hack it I thought Dombrus might be a perfect person to give it a shot, and as you can clearly see, he did not disappoint. >w< Many thanks again. And while I clearly can’t draw for it without getting jitters, that doesn’t appear to be stopping me writing for it, however short and simple this was.
Anywhoo, I’m sorry if it’s a bit creepier then my usual fare and if that’s not up your alley I understand, but I’m up for trying anything once and this? I have to admit I’m getting into peril quite a bit and this is as oddly compelling to me as it is terrifying.