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Lurking in the Mud

A Rabbit Underpaw

Garn and Story (C) Russet

Rook (C) DotRook

Stepping out of his cabin Garn paused to adjust his kilt, he'd rather spend the day naked, but you never knew who might walk past. Raking webbed fingers through his thick tangle of braids he took a deep breath, taking in the scent of the day. The rain of the last few days had passed, the sun had emerged and its golden warmth felt good against his rich brown fur. The scents in the air were a pleasing mixture to the otter's broad black nose, the fresh scent of trees, bright green leaves mingled with wildflowers. The mud flats that rolled away from his cabin added their own rich and earthy scent coupled with the fresh brightnes, of the river beyond. It felt fresh; summer was uncurling from hiding after days of torrential rain fall had driven it into retreat.

Birds were soaring up above, riding the air currents above the mud as the morning sun started to bake the slick clay, hiding the thick goo beneath a crusty shell. More importantly Garn could see the telltale glittering of scales broaching the surface of the river. Fish and lots of them just waiting for their friendly, neighbourhood otter to dive in and say hi.

Stepping out onto the mud the big otter shivered in delight as his webbed feet crunched through the thin crust, the dried mud shattering beneath the weight of his feet. It happened in seconds but Garn watched his feet with fascinated delight.

A spiral of cracks was spreading out from where his foot landed; slithers of solid earth splintering away, tipping up, sinking and cracking as his foot descended into the blissfully cool muck beneath. The liquid clung to his fur, sucking his foot deeper beneath surface until he was up to his calves in the gooey substance. With the sun warming his bare back and the mud oozing around his toes Garn could tell it was going to be a beautiful day.

Making his way toward the river Garn dragged his feet through the muck, letting them slide through the cool clay. He'd only gone about three metres when suddenly his right foot went out from under him. Squelching up to his thigh in the muck causing the otter to shiver as the warm, wet, liquid earth squished up beneath his kilt. Smirking happily he wriggled his leg back and forth, putting weight on his left leg, causing it to sink further into the muck as he slowly tugged his leg free of the clinging muck.

His right leg was coated in a glistening layer of mud from foot to thigh, a half inch thick of slowly oozing liquid. Admiring the way it looked he started to tug his left foot free, intending to continue on his way to the river. The thick clay had formed a tight vacuum against his left leg however and as he struggled, Garn felt his right foot sliding across the surface of the muck in the opposite direction.

Over-balancing the otter tried to push down with his rudder as he toppled backward. The mud offered no purchase as it cracked beneath his weight. As his tail squished its way through the crust the tall mustelid fell back onto his rump with a wet splat. Liquid clay oozed into the indentation he had made with his body, pouring over his legs even as his tail sank deeper. Grinning at the situation Garn flopped onto his back completely, squirming and allowing the mud to soak his body, sliding across his chest and burying his stomach as he sank beneath the surface.

Closing his eyes Garn basked in the slick cool muck, enjoying the warmth of the sun baking his top half and the cool, clinging slickness below. His body had reached equilibrium with the clay, sunk a couple of inches beneath the surface, just floating there. After a few minutes he expertly wriggled his body, rolling over, ducking his head under, squirming until his entire frame was buried. Forcing his arms through the mud he tugged them back, feet squirming and kicking as he pulled his body through the thick liquid and started to swim. It was a slow, hard work out, sliding through the thick goop was no easy task but he had years of practice and it felt so good, the slick, slimy clay playing over his body as he drove toward the river.

Surfacing was no easy task, he had to force his body upward, head sliding out of the mud which sucked and slurped and oozed across his head and neck. It clung to his shoulders and he had to wriggle from side to side to pull himself back up onto the surface. Clawing muck from his eyes he blinked them clear, he smiled as he saw he had timed it just right, less than two hundred yards lay between him and the river now.

"Man you got an early start on getting filthy I see." The voice came from behind him, warm and friendly and filled with a hint of laughter. Rolling over Garn wriggled his torso free of the clay, sinking back a bit until he was upright in a sitting position, everything from the stomach down still buried beneath the clay.

'Rook!' he exclaimed, a large smile spreading over his muzzle, 'What are you doing out here?'

The person in question was a golden furred rabbit with long lop ears that reached past his shoulders. He was up to his waist in the mud, once baggy shorts clinging to his legs but he was gamely slogging onward through the muck toward the otter.

'Well I heard how much fun you get up to out here and thought I'd come see what all the fuss is about.' He yelped as his feet went out from under him, arms outstretched before him he closed his eyes as his head followed his arms beneath the muck.

Laughing Garn pulled himself back to his feet and started wading toward Rook as the rabbit lifted his head free with a wet slurp. Mud oozed down his ears like thick chocolate mouse, sticking them to his neck. Try as he might he couldn't get his arms free of the mud, the thick slurping goo clung to his body. His struggles cut off with a muffled yelp as the otter suddenly shove his head back under with one of his webbed paws. Wriggling desperately Rook flailed his legs back and forth as he felt Garn's other foot slide over his back grinding him deeper into the mud with a thick wet slurp.

Wriggling his toes the large otter shifted his feet, letting the bunny pull his head free to breathe he ground his feet along the otter's back and rump letting the thick liquid earth soak into Rook's body. Clay squishing out from beneath him, sliding up on either side of him, thick and slimy it clung to his body, moulding the earth around him, a smooth fit for his lapine frame. Groaning Rook managed to tug an arm free of the all encompassing sludge, waving it about blindly he twisted it around, grabbing hold of one of the otter's ankles and pulled!

Garn yelped and toppled sideways leaving him wriggling at an awkward angle in the muck. Using paws and rudder he rolled himself onto his back, sliding atop Rook just as the bunny manage to get on his back. Feeling the bulk of otter gliding across, his form he reacted without thinking. Arms coming up under his shoulders he pinned Garn in place, kicking with his legs until he captured the otter's rudder as well.

Stuck in such an awkward hold all the otter could do was wriggle back and forth, but all that accomplished was to drive the pair of them deeper. Thick greyish-brown sludge oozing over their bodies, slurping them into its embrace, leaving their heads and shoulders free. Rook smiled through the layer of mud covering his head and wriggled his body about beneath the mud until his shorts, heavy with a saturating layer of clay were kicked free of his powerful legs. He had the advantage over Garn in this position and it didn't take long for the rabbit to manoeuvre himself into a position which let him tease the otter's rump with his thickening sheath. Garn squeaked a protest which trailed off into a deep throated groan of surprise as he found his rump being spread wide by the invading length of mud slickened bunny cock.

Garn's struggles to escape soon ended as he relaxed, letting his limbs go limp and enjoying the warm pleasurable sensation of Rook's cock driving its slick length in and out of his rear. Biting his lip he slid his hands through the mud, slowly digging down to find his own rock hard shaft and start teasing over it. Clenching hard he squished Rook's dick eliciting a moan of delight from the muddy bunny beneath him, the pair of slick, clay coated friends rocking and squirming back and forth in the muck, losing themselves in the hedonistic rush from such intimate, squishy, slick and filthy pleasure.

Slowly releasing his hold on Garn's shoulders so he could move his arms freely Rook hugged the otter about the chest, sliding his muzzle up and down the otter's slick neck, groaning deeply as he shifted his body from side to side, driving himself deeper into that tight, delightful otter rump. Each time he sank home Garn clenched hard forcing him to groan, pre mixing with the thick clay making it a smooth ride, Thrusting upward Rook squeezed Garn firmly, the otter's torso slipped and slid in his grasp but never enough to topple off him. Eyes closed, body trembling as the mud squished and slid and sloshed about them the rabbit let himself give into the burning need building in his groin, shuddering in delight as he drove his body toward orgasm. Shuddering with one final gasp for breath Rook plunged his head under the mud, feeling the thick liquid close over him as his body arched backward, shoulders digging him deeper as his hips spasmed, thick jets of gooey bunny cum unleashing itself into Garn's arse.

Moaning deeply the otter shuddered as he felt the rabbit lodged deep in his arse pumping him full of thick gooey cream. Squirming he squeezed his balls with one hand and continued to run his hand up and down across his dick with the other, riding the bunnies orgasm eagerly until his own peaked and he let out a deep throated bark of pleasure as he splattered droplets of white across the slick chocolate brown muck covering his body.

Afterglow was a brilliant thing Rook felt, it always felt so good, the first few seconds after orgasm when everything was bright and tingly, the world and all its pleasure sharply in focus. Letting Garn go Rook wriggled enough to get his nose out of the mud, snorting to clear the muck out of them and then just sprawled out, floating in the mud and breathing deeply.

Garn shifted when Rook released him, the slimy mustelid slipping back into the mud, guiding his body through the thickly flowing clay until his head was level with Rook's feet. Reaching through the slowly parting liquid he grasped the bunny's feet, ignoring his murmured mud muffled query and stuffed his powerful rabbit feet in his mouth. The taste of slimy clay coated his muzzle in second, adhering to the soft pink skin inside, it was a revolting taste but the satisfying feeling of his throat bulging with the rabbit's wriggling feet more than made up for the taste.

Taking as firm a hold on Rook's legs as he could with the clay coating them Garn tugged, swallowing hard, forcing the rabbit's calves and shins down his throat, shortly followed by the powerful thighs of the squirming rabbit. Trying to shake off the afterglow from a mind glowing orgasm was not easy and by the time Rook thought to try and shove Garn's head off his legs the otter was up to his waist. Garn grinned as he felt Rook pawing at his muzzle and swallowed, lifting his arms out of the mud to seize the rabbit's wrists. What followed was a scrabbling, squishing, struggle to keep hold of Rook's hands. The mud was thick and slippery but in the end the otter one, one hand then the other crammed into his maw, sliding over the rabbit's clay coated thighs until the otter could swallow again and force them into his throat.

Spluttering, crying out for Garn to stop Rook continued to protest, wriggling his body back and forth Rook tried in vain to twist his torso, surrounded by that thick, greyish brown morass of liquid clay there was nothing for him to pull himself out with and soon he was up to his chest and being lifted out of the mud as Garn arched his body free of the mud and let Gravity assist in tugging the rabbit the rest of the way down his throat. Slowly he closed his jaws around Rook's head, lips coming together. A satisfied groan escaping him as he felt his muscles squeezing the slickly squirming rabbit down into his stomach. Rook formed a pretty hefty bulge and it took all of Garn's strength to roll on his back, legs spread, arms wide, body sinking a short way into the mud as the bunny squirmed and struggled and cried out inside.

Garn closed his eyes and sighed happily, not quite how he intended to start his day. But a long nap in the sun, a few hours to process Rook into a slurping mass of slick bunny goop and he'd get back to fishing for dinner, breakfast after all had been taken care of. Smiling at the idea the otter slid his hands through the thick clay like sludge covering his stomach, packing Rook deeper under a layer of thick mud. Smiling the otter squirmed, letting his weight settle him a bit deeper, give it an hour and the clay would bake into a nice hard crusty shell, the added heat would help melt Rook faster, the helplessly trapped bunny gurgling away into sludge even as the otter basked in the mess he took such enjoyment in.

It was going to be a beautiful day.