Aviophobic Entomophily
Dizziness swept over me, and i ended up face first in the mud again. the wave of pain that followed left me bellowing in agony as i clutched at my gut.
The ritual
First let's get into the mud-he said as he jumped in they followed him close by and then he grabbed tarzan leg -first you need something here- he said as he rubbed tarzan thigh with mud and then proceeded with the rest of his leg then with the other when he
Told Ya So
He didn't even have an idea where mud was. "mud? mud!" he tried calling out over the music and laughter, but it was no use. he lifted up his pants and kept looking. wait. lifted up his pants?
The Risen Curtain - Chapter 2: The Darkest Hour
Soon, the forms made by the mud were getting more and more defined, as the shapes stretched out of the mud, forming arms.
Otter Story: Wrestling for Rights
He managed to pull his head above the mud again, though, even if all that meant was that he could breathe slightly easier. he shook his head, splattering mud everywhere, and tried to lash out with his tail.
Hot Stuff in a Spa!
The embrace of mud was smooth and steady. a last, deep intake of breath as mud slurped into his ears. and a tremble in his loins that this was his last breath to take.
Mare's Tails and Dragon Scales
They were warm and slick, much like the dried mud. in fact it felt almost exactly like the mud on his back. with his other hand, he touched his belly, feeling the mud moving under his fingers, flexing as his breathed, warm under his touch.
Simba and nala discover quicksand
She groaned and squirmed, trying to swim, but already most of her body was under the mud's surface. she couldn't even get a paw up to grab for anything. "s... simba! uhhh... i... only feel mud underpaw! how deep..."
“Wabbajack The Cat” A Story inspired by Elder Scroll’s IV: Oblivion
mud-scales said as he rolled his eyes. over a small period of a week, mud-scales and wabbajack became somewhat good friends.
Swinging Snakes Part 2
She brought a portion of her body up out of the mud and slapped at it, knocking the mess off it like she was mud-repellant. "see? i got scales, so the mud just slides off me. i don't stay dirty, and even if i do, i shed. very different, we are.
Mired in the Bog.... (GRIM ENDING)
Ronther had struggled a little bit more to the point of the mud being up to his fat thighs. he felt even more heavier than he has in all of his life. the mud had now felt warm along with the humid hotness of the bog.
Forest Vengeance
Splinters of mud, drained of their magic, crumbled away, revealing a thick pelt of brown fur surrounding the ends of the limbs of the creature emerging from the mud. cracks around the eyes merged with the terrifying grin captured by the frozen mud.