Chapter Five
It would to be the ideal place to rest and get out of the muck of the marsh. it was too perfect. wary of a trap but too worn out not to take the risk, nadirah began to lead the golem toward the hill.
The Gates of Hell, Chapter 7, The Accidental Tourist
He slowly slid in up to his armpits, the muck gurgling as bubbles; smelling of death and decay that had been released by his struggles, reached the surface and burst.
The Plentyn Cael Farm Christmas Fayre: Chapter 5:
Twisting around onto his back seemed to be the best he could manage, which mean he just covered his arse and back and tail in slushy muck. looking up at his captor he gaped, they were freaking huge!
Taming the Wilds Chapter 20
Slowly but surely, an attractive man was emerging from the mud, and brigirth could feel the kitsune quiver under his touch, his muck-coated manhood stirring.
He Was a Monster: a Bal'kar Story
To his left, the boat had finished its descent into the muck and was no more than a hump of dark, aged wood cresting just below the surface of the swamp.
Iron Wolf Chapter 2, Son of Nobility
He noticed some muck on his arm and ran the side of his hand across to get it off. after that, he crossed both arms on the fence and leaned forward. " you okay," called osmund. " yeah!" " okay, just making sure!" " find anything?" " not yet!
Liquid Assets
Chunks of doughnut, engorged with bile, splattered into the muck with soft, sickening plops. just when it seemed the torrent had ended, dane retched again, dousing the filthy tile with pure bile.
The Bog
The muck started to rise over my head and i panicked, flailing wildly, trying desperately to grab anything as the muck started to close over my head and filled my mouth as i tried to give one last scream for help. "noouugghhhurgle!"
Hello My Name is Jolene (Woman > Opossum Anthro)
Normally she hated climbing the old thing, always afraid that its wet steps would cause her to slip and land in the muck. she'd had enough muck-landing for one day.
Black Ice
Secluded from mundane lives, my meditation was to muck out boxes and grooming paced my thoughts with each methodical stroke of the body brush.
Anthropology IV: Epilogue
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Cistern: The Grunge Pit: Part 3
The muck was so thick and very distracting, it was taking all of the shapeshifted rat's concentration to not let his dick hang low and just enjoy the gunge.