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Lurking in the Mud

Bath Time

Kraz (C) Kraz

Garn & Story (C) Russet

The sun was high in the cloudless blue sky, summer heat baking the land below; down in the river valley however there wasn't much of a change in the long stretch of mudflats that corralled the river as it meandered through the low lying land on its way to the sea. The sun baked the air by day, soaking moisture out of the river and mud. It left a treacherous shell atop the mud-flats that would crunch away at the lightest pressure introducing the unwary to the cold muck beneath. Come sunset however the moisture in the air trapped in the valley would come back down as a long thunderous summer shower and drench everything again. It was part of the reason Garn had brought the vale and river banks so he could have access to his own private mud spa all year round...

Sprawled out in the mud not far from his cabin Garn was watching the river and the mud flats below. Occasionally his tail twitched and swayed from side to side. If he felt the mud on his body was drying out in the sun he'd roll over. Squirming about and enjoying the way the thick muck squished under his furry body. He'd been hoping with all the hot weather someone would have wandered off the footpath on the far ridge and tried to cross the mud to the cool, inviting river. It was wide and deep and sparkled and when the tide was out like now it exposed moist dark semi-solid flats of mud you had to wade through to reach the inviting fresh water. Alas no one had shown up, either everyone was staying in the shade to avoid the noon-day sun or had broken out the barbeque and were not moving any further then the next burger and beer.

Squirming forward a bit the otter pulled himself a bit further from the cabin, grinning as he felt the crust of dried out mud crunch against his neck and chest, pushed down into the still liquid muck beneath. It squished out from either side of his body, slithering over his oily fur in that slick manner that made him squirm and come back from more almost every day. Halfway down the slope to the river now the otter rolled onto his back and spread his arms and legs just admiring the sky whilst he wriggled shoulders and legs until the thick liquid clay sloshed over his body nicely. With only his head and the tip of his tail poking out the otter was quite content to just relax for a bit, he'd head up to the cabin in a bit and ring around to see if he could lure anyone out for a barbeque of his own then head down to the river to fish for a bit and swim down into town for supplies. Satisfied with his plan for the day Garn stretched in the mud and started to slide his hands through the mud, along his buried stomach toward his groin. It was a chore moving through the clinging muck, it was much more resistant then water. Whenever he shifted so stomach or chest lifted out of the clay he paused to admire the smooth, slick greyish brown coating his fur.

He had just gotten nicely comfortable when the sound of someone crunching their way down the slope above him made him lift his head. He blinked a few times to glare the dazzling afterimage from the sun and gaped at who he saw wading toward him. Pushing his arms under himself he slipped and struggled to get up right, it was never easy as there was no real solid surface to push off from he had to mostly heave his torso out of the muck with only minimal help from his arms.

"Kraz what are you doing out here? I thought you hated the mud?" The rabbit approaching him just grinned; shamelessly naked he continued to slog his way toward the otter without answering his question. Up to his knees he had to pull each leg free of the clinging muck before swinging it forward and plunging it back down into the mud with a wet splurt and a crunch as the crust over the top cracked. The bunny had short ears and a nice body to admire so Garn was content to let him work his way down the treacherous slope in silence. Khaki fur coated him from head to toe except for black fingers and ear tips. His hair was a shaggy lighter shade of brown and had been allowed to grow down to his shoulders and left to its own devices.As he slipped to a halt near the otter he wavered a bit and Garn offered him a hand in support, the rabbit clapped his paw around the otter's arm and heaved, pulling him out of the muck with a grin.

Garn's body made a slurping noise as he was pulled roughly out of his warm cosy nest of muck the otter yelped in surprise trying to use his body weight to pull Kraz down. The bunny was ready however, legs spread to take the weight he heaved the off balance otter up and against his chest and grinned as he rubbed his nose against the otters own messy one.

"Well, here I am, I've come all this way to have a fun time with you like you wanted." He looked Garn up and down and grinned softly. "Only to find you covered head to toe in muck."

With a bit of squirming, the otter tried to free his arm from the rabbits grip. It proved fairly easy with the slick coat of mud dripping off his limbs and back into the puddle. Stepping back a few paces with an audible squishing sound as the muck squeezed between his webbed toes he posed for the rabbit with a cheeky grin.

"Ha, you're surprised? Why else would I own a mud-bank?" Heavy tail swaying he ran a paw through his heavy braids, slicking some of the oozing muck out of them, shaking his paw he flicked it at Kraz's clean stomach, darkening it under a layer of mud with a wet splat...

Grimacing as the otter got more mud on him Kraz pointed at the cabin sternly, "Well if you are through depositing yourself pet. Come back to the cabin," It was more an order then a request, though his muzzle split into a playful grin as he mouthed the next part of his order. "It's bath time."

Wriggling his toes, revelling at the sticky muck between his webbed toes the otter shook his head, wet braids slapping against his shoulders. A growl passed his lips. It told Kraz the answer was no even before the otter leapt at his waist, arms outstretched to encircle the rabbit.

The bunny fell forwards, buckling at the knees, caught off guard by the sudden attack. With a wet squish his arms sank into the muck and his knees vanished under the surface, there was no ground to catch himself on. Pitching forward onto his stomach his cry was muffled as his head hit the ground and sank out of sight into the clay. Thick muck oozed up his nose and sloshed across his head and around the base of his ears, clogging them with sticky clay. He could just about hear his otter whooping in delight, the pressure of his body riding over his back smearing his clean fur with mud off his stomach before he fell to the side with a wet splat

Twisting up out of the muddy divot Kraz had dug for himself he pawed muck out of his eyes, squirming as he felt the thick ooze running down his back and chest, splattering onto the ground with heavy wet splashes. As soon as he could see his eyes focused on Garn. Lounging on his back the otter smirked and hurled a pawful of muck at the bunny. Ducking the bunny's ears vibrated as the clay slapped against them, dripping down their length to soak his hair.

"Bad Boy!"

"You love me bad rabbit!" Garn shouted, hurling a large paw-full of sticky, gooey muck at the bunny. It hit him square in the groin causing him to sway somewhat, arms windmilling to keep his balance. The muck oozed through his fur, clinging to his sheath and balls as it dripped off his heavy sac back into the mud below.

Watching the muck oozing over his master's sheath and balls he admired the way the mud clung to his fur. Highlighting Kraz's ample package under a slick layer that had Garn licking his lips in desire, "You'll be enjoying this soon enough..."

Kraz didn't let Garn say anything else he just lunged for the otter's tail, his arms slid around the slippery appendage, trying to hold on as it ground against his body. The muddy otter twisted and rolled, the rabbit wound up sliding forward, arms gliding down the slick length of that muscular tail until his muzzle pressed against the otter's rump. Thick gooey mud smeared over his cheeks and neck as the otter teasingly clenched his buttocks.

Gasping Kraz pulled his head free of those sticky cheeks and groaned as the otter rolled over onto his back. Garn managed to get his powerful, muddy thighs about his chest and squeezed. Muck oozed down over the otter's legs, matting down his fur as it slid toward his knees, grabbling to keep hold of the rabbit trapped between them. Kraz's shoulders were splattered with copious globs of the dark, viscous substance as he squirmed to free himself. Reacting on instinct Kraz wriggled, managing to free his neck, forcing the powerful thighs of the otter down around his torso. Garn squeezed again, still trying to hold the slimy, mud covered rabbit still so he could get a grip on him. His webbed fingers scrabbled at his ears, trying to hold onto them and take control

Stuck on his knees now Kraz gritted his teeth, tossing his head from side to side, trying to keep the otter from winning purchase as he managed to find a hand hold, his slimy fingers curled into the thick muddy fur of the otter's legs. His grip was already slipping, the oozing liquid like, rich creamy pudding, scrabbling to maintain his grip he heaved the otter up the bank toward the cabin.

Sliding up the bank, liquid clay, sloshing all around them, Kraz found himself slipping. Garn was still struggling and the muck he had to admit felt good as it pooled around his groin and splashed over his chest. Squishing against the water weasel beneath him he ground his thickening sheath against the otter's rump as he heaved again. Forcing their bodies to slide another yard or too before he lost his balance and fell onto the otter's chest. Lifting his head away from the otter with a wet slurp he was blinded as his lank, mud smeared hair occluded his view. He didn't see the powerful webbed otter paws lunging for his head until they latched onto either side of his muzzle and tugged. Kraz found himself buried head first into the liquid ooze once more. Curling his legs into the space between himself and the otter he kicked out, catching the otter in the stomach. It was like kicking a plank of wood but he felt the otter gasp and slide backwards giving him a breathing space to clear his eyes.

Lifting himself out of the mud Kraz allowed himself a tight smile. He'd done it. Garn was out of the mud and onto the stone platform outside the cabin. He nudged the otter, walking over to point at the door on the side of the cabin...

"Inside now," the order sounded a bit more waspish then he had planned. But he was a mess and aroused from the intimate work out with his pet. He'd not expected to find it so exhilarating. Mud was splattering around him, dripping off his limbs and oozing down his back and chest. It was piling up around his tail and dick before slipping free to hit the ground. He felt horrible, slimy and sticky. Every step made a wet slurping noise against the ground as he herded Garn through the door.

"Why drag me back here? I mean if you want to play we can play outside in the mud!" The playful mustelid was trying to lighten his mood. Sliding his webbed paws over his messy chest he swept some of the muck free then clapped his paws around Kraz's dick. Jumping at the sudden warm squishing weight around his shaft Kraz pulled free and glowered at the otter.

The room he had brought them into the cabin's big bathroom. The floor and walls were covered in green tiles and several power showers on the walls and a large bathtub sunk into the floor. With all the mud outside Garn didn't want to turn his rustic wooden home into a miserable dive by trailing mud through the house. So the bathroom had two doors, one into the main room and one to the outside world.

"I don't want to play in the mud pet." Sliding the bolt on the outside door home he pointed at the waiting bathtub and pulled a shower head off the wall, trailing the pipe behind him as he twisted the hot water on. "Bath time!"

Sighing in surrender Garn slipped into the empty bath and Kraz hit him with the stream of hot water, grinning as he watched the otter dancing and squirming under the powerful stream. Using the hot torrent of water he chased the otter around the tiled depression as he tried to escape the heat. Mud sluiced from his body in waves, washed down the drain until most of the heavy muck was gone. Sliding into the bath himself he dragged the otter in close and got to work scrubbing him clean with soap and water and a heavy brush. Garn squirmed but for now had been subdued, just wriggling his slimy form back and forth as Kraz rubbed his fingers through the luxuriously thick otter fur, cleaning it properly, leaving no part of his pet's body touched from the in-depth cleansing.

It took over an hour for Kraz to be satisfied, both with his pet otter and with himself; he spent as much time cleaning muck out of his fur as the otter. Satisfied at last with his fur Kraz hooked the shower head up and left it jetting a misty spray of water over Garn's back. His otter was slumped tiredly against the side of the bath resting, head on his arms, heavy tail rippling with waves of water every time he moved it. He shivered as Kraz came up behind him, resting his paws tenderly on the otter's broad hips, teasing those black furred fingers of his up the length of his back and over his shoulders. "See this is much nicer, I can feel your fur, the pulse of your body against mine." draping himself across the otters broad back, grinding his groin up against the pert otter rump he whispered. "Who's my good otter?"

Murmuring in response to those questing paws Garn pushed his rump against Kraz's thickening shaft in a submissive manner. Flicking his ears to dislodge some of the soap bubbles clinging to his ears Kraz let a deep, happy moan. Fingers gliding through his otter's slick fur he held him close, gripping his hips as he ground his shaft between those pert rump cheeks Holding on firmly the bunny started to push himself home, moaning louder at the warmth squeezing around his dick. The otter was groaning in appreciative delight as well but the bunny was ignoring his dick in favour of pushing deeper into Garn's tight rump. Once he was deep enough he started to pull out again, slowly ploughing the otter's tight arse, nipping at his shoulders, groaning in pleasure as he let himself go. Knees bent, teeth buried into Garn's shoulder Kraz started to hammer his needy dick in and out of the tight hole. Rocking back and forth the bunny could feel the tension building in his loins, nuts drawing up closer to his body as he teetered on the edge of orgasm.

Garn was being a tease, clenching around his dick every time he pushed home, then quickly relaxing, encouragement enough to keep Kraz fucking him until with a deep moan he slid home and held onto the otter, keeping his shaft buried inside as he felt it start to twitch. Flooding his pet's rump with cum he held on, head tilting back, groaning in pleasure as the hot water rushed down his body and his seed soaked into Garn's tight rear. Nuzzling the back of his boys head Kraz slowly pulled free, sliding away from the slick, water coated otter, sitting down and spreading his long legs, a dopey, content smile plastered over his muzzle as he watched the otter sprawl against the side of the tub.

"That was worth hauling your arse out of the mud for. Now come down here and wrap those ottery arms of yours about your master."

Kraz blinked as Garn clambered out of the bath and then bolted for the back door. "No way, if you want more you're gonna have to catch me!"

Cursing as the otter made his escape the bunny scrambled after him, darting back outside in time to watch the sleek brown shape gliding stomach first through the mud, rolling over to make a mess. Sighing, a slight smile tugging at his muzzle Kraz padded around the side of the cabin; grabbed the plastic nozzle of the hose-pipe and turned the tap on full. Peeking around the corner of the cabin he bounced out as the otter slide past taunting him to dive back in and drag him back for another bath. Unleashing the powerful spray he caught Garn square in the face and washed the otter further down the bank.

Slipping and slopping about in the suddenly very slimy and liquid torrent of muck the otter was struggling to get his bearings as Kraz kept the water powering into him constantly. Letting up for a moment he smiled, watching as Garn lifted his head, gasping for breath.

"I told you to come hug me, if you're going to be a bad boy, no warm baths for you! Cold showers until you cool down." Wading back into the mud to get a better angle he hit the struggling otter with the high pressure torrent of water, grinning as Garn flayed and cried out for him to stop. It was going to be a fun afternoon and one way or another he'd keep his pet clean.

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