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Lurking in the Mud

Overalls

Garn and Story (C) Russet

Tsumi (C) StrawberryMog

Early morning and Tsumi is waiting impatiently in the living room of his family home, the young pink furred Moogle pacing up and down, occasionally peeking out the window as if he could make his lift turn up any sooner by being impatient like this. He'd been looking forward to this day all week and last night's package had just been a complete tease. He paused to look at himself in the mirror and smiled, one paw sliding over the soft, stone-washed blue cloth that covered his body. The over-alls were the sort workmen wore, a single piece garment made from stonewashed blue denim with elastic around the cuffs and waist to give them some shape against his body. Being only four and a half foot tall they hung off him somewhat baggily, at least a size too big but the pink Moogle didn't mind he was too busy trying to think up what Garn had in mind for making him wear something like this. A single zip ran from the collar down to the crotch sealed his body inside the soft fabric and the legs tucked into black ankle high leather boots that had been in the box with them. Dipping a paw into a pocket the Moogle drew out note from his otter friend that had been on top of the box giving him his final instructions.

"Wear these tomorrow; I'll pick you up at ten, weekend at my cabin."

The clock hit ten at last and less than half a minute later a very large somewhat battered monster sized truck pulled up out front. With a quick goodbye to his father the Moogle hurried out to the truck and clambered up the steps into the passenger seat as the otter inside swung the door open for him. Garn looked the same as always, his rich chocolate brown fur svelte, gleaming with a healthy sheen of oil. His hair, braided into a multitude of long braids was pulled back into a tail that hung to the small of his back and he was clad in a pair of similar over-alls to Tsumi. Stonewashed blue denim clung to his slender swimmers frame with the legs tucked into a worn pair of brown boots.

"Morning mog, you look good," he put the truck into gear and started to drive off, leaving the suburbs behind, driving down toward the centre of town then turning off along the river-valley road. "I've got a fun weekend planned down at my cabin, there might be some hard work involved however."

The Mog blushed chrrling and self consciously feeling over his loose over-alls, playing through the pockets and giggling as he peered out the trucks windscreen, watching the town fade away replaced by forest and farmland. "Hehee... you mean you wanna get slick and squooshy with the mud, I've heard all about your valley."

Garn just grinned and pulled off the main road, starting down a narrow track, the trees overlapping their branches above plunging it into shadow. "Someone's been giving away my secrets I see." He winked and Tsumi squirmed playfully, peeking outside excitedly, pom-pom swaying from side to side as he watched the forest slip by. After twenty minutes the otter pulled off the track and parked at the top of a shallow hill. The river valley before them was about three miles wide, ringed by hills and forest but the last half mile on either side of the wide glittering river was an empty expanse of brown/grey clay. It gleamed wetly in the mid-morning sunshine and Tsumi could see the appeal of such an open expanse of mud, it was inviting.

"Do we get out here and walk or..." he was cut off as Garn flicked a switch, there was a loud bang and the whole truck shuddered and started to rise. The wheels were inflating; ballooning would have been more accurate, providing a wide surface area that would easily be able to handle the mud flats. With a whoop the otter revved the engine and floored the accelerator causing the truck to leap forward through the muck, sheets of liquid clay spraying up on all sides, splattering the body work and leaving a pair of deep gouges in the surface of the clay.

Tsumi squeaked and gripped the dashboard in alarm at the way Garn was recklessly slewing the monstrous truck through the muck. He couldn't help but kupo and shift sheepishly, trying to hide the rising tent of fabric in his over-alls. He remembered what his brother had told him about his trip out here to Garn's little mucky playground and just what the two of them had gotten up to with this very truck.

Tsumi kupo'd in alarm when Garn tugged on the hand-break and cut the engine causing the truck to slew sideways, pushing out a wave of muck as they slowed to a halt not too far from the clear stone foundation Garn's cabin was built on. Before the Moogle could recover Garn was clambering over him, pushing open the passenger door, his denim clad body pinning his friend beneath him. Strong paws gripped Tsumi's shoulders as he blushily squirmed and let the otter turn his head and shift his body, poking their snouts out the open door so he was looking down at the mud flats.

A glistening greyish, brown half mile slope of undisturbed mud, falling away gently all the way to the river half a mile away. Garn slid a hand down the soft denim of Tsumi's over-alls, rubbing firmly over the tented crotch, chrrling in appreciation at the hard meat hidden beneath, muzzle pressed to the mog's ear, whispering firmly.

"We are going out there, we are going to step out in these big stompy boots, squish into the muck, walk along a bit, slowly working ourselves deeper, deeper until squish and slick one of us falls." His paw squeezed hard causing Tsumi to whimper in need, nodding his head eagerly, "We are going to roll add grind and squish muck all over ourselves until..." His other hand moved, fingers catching the zipper on his friends over-alls, "We slide out of these, still mostly clean under the denim and get to do it all again and this time fuck...."

Tsumi shivered at the lutrai's possessive words, grinning, gulping and squeaking, splaying his ears a bit timidly, his shaft pulsing beneath the otter's paw at the description of what he had planned. Drawing a deep breath, grinding against that paw, the damp tip of his leaking cock pressed firmly against Garn's hand he turned his head away from the mud that would soon be his fate to look up at his otter. "Hehee... you said online I would be an otter for this?"

"Yessss" Garn growled sitting up, getting off the Moogle so he could fumbe about in the glove compartment. Pushing it firmly to Tsumi's lips, he upended the thick viscous fluid down his friend's throat before he could change his mind. Wriggling Tsumi erp'd at the thick potion, gasping and squirming once he could breathe again, shuddering as Garn put his paw back to the otter's crotch and resume his teasing grind. "Someone's keen..!" Tsumi panted out, arching his back as he felt his body start to ripple and shift.

Garn watched in satisfaction as the potion did its job, the mog's body was changing, his torso elongating, his arms and legs shifting to match. Pink fluffy Moogle fur growing thicker, becoming oily slicked and waterproof, fingers and toes became lined with webbing and the short pink tail swelled and grew, transforming into a heavy otter rudder that hung down to the floor of the truck's cab. The mud calling to Garn, so close... so near... Tsumi's scent was changing, shifting even as his muzzle transformed to something shorter, rounder with thicker whiskers topped by adorably cute round ears. Unable to contain his need and growing lust but not wanting to interrupt his friend's transformation Garn grasped at the nearest outlet for his desire. Sliding over Tsumi's lap, he swung both boots out of the truck, followed by his body, hands clinging to the door frame above his head, muscles straining, arms straining to hold his weight. Looking down past the bulbous balloon of the truck's monstrous tyres Garn grinned at the greyish liquid six feet below, his over-alls tented with the thickness of his impressive length. He held that position, ears twitching as the Moogle behind him continued to groan and cry out as the transformation swept through his body and then, unwilling to deny the moment any longer he let go. Dropping heavily, boots pointed down Garn crunched through the crust, boots and legs sliding into the clinging, gloopy and thickly oozing mess below. The otter shivered in desire, a long drawn out groan of pleasure pulled from his muzzle as he sank up to his knees, a jet of pre darkening the denim of his over-alls as he wriggled his toes in the confines of his boots, moaning at the feel of mud oozing along his calves, slowly seeping inside his boots at the ankles.

Back inside the truck's cab Tsumi's transformation was complete; his over-alls were no longer quite so baggy his new sleek ottery frame filled them out nicely. Wriggling his fingers Tsumi admired the webbing between his fingers he was distracted by the sound of Garn murmuring in delight from outside. Without waiting the Moogle turned otter swung himself out of the cab and dropped with a happy murmur slinking after his friend, gasping at the lewd squish of thick claggy mud gripping to his boots, slowly oozing up along his legs, sticking the soft denim to his shins. He wavered for a moment, his balance threatening to go as his boots slipped through the thick muck but Garn was turning, forcing his legs to move through the claggy muck to throw his arms about his shorter, pink furred body. The bigger otter ran his paws down Tsumi's back, adjusting his over-alls tugging at the ring of elasticated denim to free his new thick lutra tail, the heavy rudder slapped against the surface of the mud with a satisfying squish and the new otter pressed in against his big friend's chest, grinding their tented groins together.

Lowering his head Garn's leant in to kiss Tsumi, whiskers brushing against whiskers for a good minute before he turned and moved away. Starting off across the mud he lifted one foot slowly, only to squish it back down again with a sigh, the mud slurping up around his shins, oozing into his boot "Come on...." he murmured starting to slog his way toward the river. Being more than a quarter shorter than the older otter Tsumi giggled as he squished and squooshed after him, reaching out to hug about Garn from behind, lazily groping his groin with a chrrrl. The big otter murmured and ground back against the otter behind him, shivering at the grope.

"Mmmmhmmm know what I want?" he twisted his body, bending forward to plunge his arms into the muck, squishing them down into the thick clay, the slimy liquid soaking the fabric of his overalls as he sank his knees into the muck. The greyish ooze squished up about his legs and then with a filthy slurping slop the braided otter drove his head beneath the surface, plunging it eagerly into the muck. Tsumi giggled and chrrrl'd as he watches to otter, raising an eyebrow and pouncing atop him to squish him into the mud with his extra weight, moaning at the way mud sloshed over Garn's back and soaked into his overalls. It was warm and wet, gooey and slimy and soaking into his chest and stomach as he wriggled and ground his hips against the denim clad rump as he pushed him under the muck.

Moaning Garn squirmed and rolled his heavier mud coated bulk, lifting his head back out of the muck and turning over, his heavier form pitching the otter into the muck, squishing him beneath his back. Gasping and giggling Tsumi continued to grind against Garn's back, wriggling and sliding his arms around to paw at Garn's slick, slippery over-alls as he was pinned on his back into the mud grinning like a loon as he grasped thick, gooey pawfulls of mud and squished it into Garn's crotch, rubbing the slimy material atop his denim clad cock. Garn pressed up against those teasing mucky paws, panting heavily as he pressed up with his hips and down with his shoulders. Tsumi squeaked and wriggled as the pressure of the otter atop him pushed his head down into the slimy clay. It oozed up on either side of his head, forcing him to close his eyes as mud oozed over down, burying his head!

With a squirm of his rudder the bigger otter heaved himself up, twisting and turning, pushing at the mud with arms and legs until he could straddle the smaller, once pink otter buried beneath him. Lying atop Tsumi Garn pressed his dick against the smaller lutra's groin, chest pressing down atop his chest and arms pushing through the viscous goo to support his friend beneath the mud, holding him in a tight, messy embrace. Trapped as he was all Tsumi could do was squirm about, slopping in the mud, wriggling his tail and forcing his paws up out of the gunk so he could moosh thick goop into Garn's braids. Securing a decent grip Tsumi tugged on the otter's hair, pulling his head down even as he lifted his head back out of the mud with a squelch, forcing the muddy otter atop him to kiss him.

When they finally broke free of each other Tsumi gasped, feet sliding out of the mud, knees bending to push and shove and force the otter off him. Garn obliged sliding out into the mud allowing Tsumi to clamber atop him. Moving slowly from the heavy caking of muck the pink otter spread his legs, standing atop Garn as though he were a surf board. Flicking his tail to dislodge some of the mud, paws pushing the thick clinging muck off his overalls to splatter over Garn's back he started treading over him, smooshing him down deeper, grinning and playfully grinding a treaded sole against Garn's cheek to squish his head into the mire. Garn squeaked, trapped for the moment beneath Tsumi, body trapped in a rut in the mud of his own making, gasping in a quick breath as the smaller otter's foot descended and forced his head under. For a few minutes more Tsumi had his own way with Garn, marching up and down atop his back, grinding and squishing and pushing the bigger rudder tail deeper into the mud until with a spluttering wheeze the large otter surged back up out of the slick mess and tipped Tsumi into the mud with a large, squishy splash.

Struggling back to his knees the bigger otter panted, shaking his head, mud sliding in thick gooey waves down his tangled, knotted braids, pooling off his shoulders and back to splat back into the muck. He grinned at Tsumi, his lithe body wriggling, squirming through the mud, using his boots and webbed paws to push himself down the slope toward the river. Clambering unsteadily to his feet Garn swung his mud caked boots after his friend, squelching after him until he could stomp down on that pert rump and squash the mog into the clay. Tsumi went under in moments, sinking with a burble of bubbles and a wriggle of his rudder, rolling over as Garn skilfully nudged and rolled him over with his impressive boots. Blinking his eyes clear, wiping mud from his forehead Tsumi had time to glimpse one of those caked and dripping boots rise up over him before it came back down and firmly squished his dick against his stomach. His overalls were saturated now, clinging to his body firmly, moulding around his dick as Garn rocked and rolled his boot against the otter's needy shaft.

The smaller otter moaned out, arching and humping against the grinding, kneading treads, writhing under the mud as it slopped across his body. He had to forcibly lift his head out, shivering at the way slick clay oozed about his neck causing him to squeak as hegrinned up to Garn, "Mmphh... g-gunna... fuck you..!" The bigger otter just laughed, boot pressing firmly atop his trapped captives dick causing Tsumi to whine in need. "Maybe I'm gunna fuck you," His paws came down without warning, thick with mud he fumbled across Tsumi's chest, boot sliding away from his groin making the pink one whine in need. A whine that turned into a gasp as Garn caught the zipper of his over-alls and tugged it down, thick claggy mud pouring in, starting to stain pristine, clean if damp pink fur. The otter shifted his arms, gripped Tsumi's shoulders and flipped him, spilling his body out of his encasing, sodden, messy clothes. His limber body sliding out onto a clear, undisturbed patch of grey/brown clay, lying atop the surface for a moment until a pair of otter boots clumped onto his back and arse, squishing him back beneath the surface.

Garn marched back and forth atop Tsumi, smooshing, grinding him down under his boots, watching with delight at the way the otter writhed and cried out in need as the mud sloshed and slopped and glooped across his body. He managed to pull his head back up, blinking his eyes clear again, whining as Garn had stopped moving, stepping off into the mud. Looking up the filthy pink otter murmured softly as he saw that Garn was stripping out of his own over-alls, tugging them off, peeling the wet denim off his arms, down his legs, tugging his boots free with a negligent squish. Now nude and mostly clean the big otter grinned down a his friend and then went slack, letting gravity take over as he belly flopped atop Tsumi and started to wrestle with him in the muck.

The former mog squeaked and let off a needy moan, blushing and writhing, grinding against the otters body as they squirm and squish against one another. Wound up as he is from the teasing, he puts up surprising resistance, sliding and wrestling, legs lifting, body twisting, arms pushing and turning, flipping and shoving. Determined to give as good as Garn does as they roll about in the mud and liquid clay that slops and squishes between their writhing bodies, covering Garn as thoroughly as Tsumi was in muck. Slowly however Garn begins to get the upper paw, his larger bulk and experience allowing him to roll, squish and toss Tsumi as he wishes. Limber body used to gliding about under water sliding across his prey in the thick clay, churning it up into a thick, gooey slurry that oozes around the pair of them, dicks and hands, heads and feet grinding and pushing off one another as they struggle for dominance.

Tsumi giggled, panted and squirmed, groaning, grinding and blushing as he slipped and slopped about the larger otter, twisting and turning and pushing back against him a best he could. It was his size and lack of experience that defeated him, leaving him gasping as he was pushed chest first into the churned up slurry beneath them, held in place by a knee to the small of his back. Garn was growling warmly, looming over the pink, mud dripping, oozing thickly from his chest and head, leaking off his matted braids to splatter along Tsumi back as he held him down. The Moogle turned rudder butt wriggled one last time, arching his back and whimpered, ears flick, flicking in the mud, folding back submissively as he surrendered to Garn. No words were needed, Garn knew what to do next, he ground up under his friends tail, cock slipping along the crack of his rump and then probing between them, slowly, teasingly grinding his cock into the otter's tight arse.

With his breath coming in deep, needy gasps, the otter drove forward, the need to fuck and fuck hard burning through him, hormones claiming his body as he started to rut the muddy, mucky, claggy mud coated otter beneath him. Splaying his ears and grinding back, curling his toes in his squelchy boots, Tsumi chittered in delight, welcoming Garn's shaft into his body eagerly. Chittering in return the big otter arched his back, shifting his legs to angle himself better and thrust deep into the warm, tight, arse pressed against his groin. He moaned loudly as he into the hilt, pressing his muck smeared shaft all the way into Tsumi, hooking his arms under his chest, pressing himself firmly against his clay slickened back to rock his dick deeper. The mud gave beneath them, oozing up on either side, displaced by their combined weight as Garn thrust, drawing his shaft out, and driving back in. The little otter moaned out audibly from the reaming, his back arching and length plunging into the cloying mud, squirming and rudder-flopping wildly even as Garn's own tail slapped rhythmically against the liquid, clay. Moaning, sinking down against his lover, the mud closed slowly over Garn's back, his head and yours driven into the muck, sinking out of sight, his arms a tight squeezing about Tsuim's chest as he thrust and squirmed, fucked and ground his cock in and out of the lutra's rear.

Tsumi's body was tensing, he could feel the familiar burning in his loins, he was rapidly approaching his peak, his orgasm building, limbs twitching, pushing against the mud as Garn fucked him, holding his breath desperately beneath the mud, not wanting to spoil this moment of sheer, pleasure filled immersion. Garn's muzzle glided against the smaller otter's neck, his back arching, hips thrusting, legs kicking and pushing up, pulling both their heads above the surface, eyes tightly closed as thick layers of muck oozed down their muzzles and necks. The otter's powerful thrusts and shifting hips had turned them, leaving them almost vertical beneath the quagmire of muck, mud clinging to them both, squeezing, squishing over limber lutrine bodies. Garn's paw slid down, finding Tsumi's dick, squeezing, jerking the otter off into the mud as he continued to rut his thick length in and out of that tight arse. Suddenly his body stiffened, his paw squeezed firmly about the smaller otter's shaft as his cock twitched, blasting a thick wave of cum deep into the mucky otter!

Tsumi's appreciative moan was loud, his body tensing in response to the heavy blasts of otter jizz splashing deep into his body. The warmth, the thickness twitching inside his rump tipped him over the edge, his length pulsing and erupting under him as he moaned out, shuddering in approval as he emptied his sacs load into the gooey muck. Garn continued to moan, shuddering in delight, clinging to the otter beneath him, dick pulsing, shooting thick ropes of cum into that tight arse, mud squishing between his body and Tsumi's oozing around their furry forms as he started to rut and thrust in and out of the otter, riding the wave of his orgasm to its end with a final spurt of otter cream into the smaller rudder beneath him.

A moment of lingering regret that his orgasm was over, a satisfied murr as he finally registered Tsumi's dick twitching and spilling its hot load into the mud Garn threw his head back and cried out, gooey muck oozing over his head, "Fuck yes."

Tsumi whimpered softly, moaning and slumping into the warmed muck, panting dizzily and giggling thickly, "How was that... ottery?" He murmurs tiredly, resting against the bigger otter's chest, content to just enjoy the gooey liquid clinging to his body. Garn squirmed in response, grinding his chest against Tsumi's back, holding him tightly, lowering his head to rest atop the shorter lutra. "Hmmhmmm all better I needed that! Damn you are a good."

Panting and pushing a hand out of the muck to brush the liquid clay away from his eyes Tsumi groaned softly, looking about. "I noticed... Now I guess we have to slop and stagger to the cabin, huh..?" He smiled at the prospect of that, they had slipped a long way across the mud flats away from the log cabin, it was going to be heaven swimming through all that thick, gooey, liquid clay. He was distracted from that thought as Garn's paw teased across his spent balls, slipping and sliding across them as he lazily drew his dick back out of Tsumi.

"Yeah mmhmm ," he sighed happily hugging Tsumi tight, "It's a fucking long way off though." He ground his body slinkily against the mucky otter pressed against him, "Good thing we got all weekend." Tsumi moaned loudly at that thought, eyes fluttering closed, body arching in delight, sinking back beneath the liquid, letting it ooze and slop over his head, pushing off from Garn firmly, grinding and squirming, wriggling and slopping his body through the mud. He was already getting hard again at the thought of two more days of fooling around in the claggy mess, it was going to be an amazing weekend!

~fin