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Lurking in the Mud - Estate Agents Story, Garn & Weasel (c) Russet'12 Eidolon (c) Toric Eidolon Steven (c) JagKitty

The road through the woods was steadily deteriorating the further from the main road they got, the tarmac had given way to slick mud about two miles back and it had been getting deeper and harder to push the jeep through by the minute. The weasel behind the wheel muttered under his breath, shifting gears and working the engine in a slow, steady rhythm as he tried to move the large 4x4 forward without getting stuck. He didn't relish the idea of having to get out and push considering he was dressed in the smartest suit he owned. Sighing in relief as the jeep started to crawl forward again. The deep growl of the engine accompanied by the wet splatter of muck hitting the painted sides of the vehicle he allowed himself to relax. The company logo would be obscured but that wasn't his concern, he doubted the office would pay for cleaning but that's why he had an assistant. Glancing over at the younger rabbit sat next to him he offered them a reassuring smile.

"See Steven nothing to worry about we'll reach the otter's cabin soon, once we get up this ridge the track levels out straight to his door." His young partner gave him a look, twitching his long ears in agitation, tongue clicking against his front teeth in exasperation. The white rabbit tugged at his tie uncomfortably as he turned away to peer through the window at the sodden brown muck the car was crawling through.

"That's good," he said, a frown marring I still don't know why we've come out here Carl," he paused to tug on his collar again, adjusting the knot of his tie as if he could make it feel more comfortable. "The otter already told us no, repeatedly in fact. Having a surveyor here isn't going to change his mind."

Easing the accelerator, letting the engine idle a moment before re-applying power the weasel shook his head, his oiled hair glistening as he wrestled the heavy truck the last hundred yards over the lip of the ridge. "Nonsense it just needs the personal touch that's all, ah ha." Clive cried out on triumph as they broached the ridge and the powerful 4x4 slewed forward with a splattering froth of mud as the weasel slammed on the breaks. The jeep stopped just before hitting a much larger truck parked next to the quaint stone, log and slate roofed cabin that was the only building up here. Steven looked it over with a critical eye, impressed by the workmanship that had clearly gone into constructing this little get away. It was built on a base of broad flagstones that raised it above the surrounding mud plain. The building had been built to take advantage of the hill, giving magnificent views out over the river backed by the trees behind.

Carl gave the rabbit an encouraging grin that the smaller bunny tried to return, "Come on," was all he said as he opened the car door and took a wide step to avoid the muddy sides of their jeep. Steven sighed and followed his superior over to the cabin. The soles of his shiny leather shoes were slick and squishing with each step by the time he finished the short walk from the jeep to the low ridge of stone surrounding the small home. He paused to try and scrape some of it off his shoes wishing he had been allowed to wear his usual outfit for this trip. He would have been much more comfortable in jeans, trainers and a hoodie but no this had to be all formal. Sighing he looked around and cursed when he found Carl had already vanished around the side of the building. He was about to hurry after him but paused to examine the neatly constructed wall that surrounded the garden by the back door. He would have liked to spend a bit more time looking around but Carl was hammering on the door so he hurried around the front to join the weasel.

"Beautiful isn't it Steven," Carl said as soon as he saw the rabbit, gesturing at the sloping, undulating mudflats that rolled down to the river that flowed along its broad bed toward the ocean miles to the east. The heavy rain-clouds made it all look rather drab but the rabbit had to agree it was rather pretty in a natural kind of way. "Wasted though, his weasel boss continued, We've got enough land here to build a proper community, a hundred new houses at least."

Shaking his head Steven glanced at his boss, "You can't build here they'd never let you, the flood plain on that river would swamp anything we built and ahh," ducking under Carl's playful swipe the rabbit stepped back with a frown.

"We build the river in, give it a concrete channel and raise the table, the environmentalists won't like it but there aren't any unique plants or animals out here so they can't object."

"I bet they find something, besides its all just a dream, the owner of the land won't sell so we can't build anything."

Carl waved a hand in a dismissive manner, he didn't want to hear Steven's worries, hammering on the door again the weasel turned to survey the mud flats. "He's just playing hard to get, holding out for a better offer that's all, now where is he, I know he's up here I checked, maybe he's out and about... can you see anything?"

Standing on tip toe Steven looked around earnestly for anything, for a moment all he could see was the mud, the stepping stones that wove down toward the dock. His eyes swept first one way then another, coming back to rest on the ground near one of the stones. At first he'd thought it was just part of the landscape but there was a hole down there and a brown figure sat on the ground next to it. Steven considered not pointing this out to Carl, the weasel would give up and go home eventually but Steven was being paid for being all the way out here. He started forward, standing on the edge of the stone foundation and pointed them out to his boss. Grumbling at their location Carl stepped onto the first stepping stone and marched ahead, his long legged stride carrying him easily from one stone to the next. Steven had to hop, taking a moment each time to gauge the distance for each jump. He had no wish to land feet first in the thick, wet clay that surrounded him on all sides now. Up close it looked like smooth grey and brown earth, it wasn't solid though, a deceptive morass that could be ankle deep or engulf you from head to toe without warning. Steven came to a stop one stone back from were Carl had halted, the weasel standing tall as he regarded the otter crouched by the side of the large pit that had been dug down into the sodden muck. He wasn't of much interest to Steven; he was more interested in the hole, wondering how he had dug it out of the semi-liquid clay. A pile of wooden boards stacked nearby suggested they'd sunk the wood into the ground to form a square, dug down into the clay forming the pile of waste oozing nearby. Once dug hed pulled up the boards but that would mean the whole thing would collapse in soon, shaking his head Steven hoped he'd get the chance to ask why the otter had created it.

Looking back at the otter Steven offered them a grin but the short haired, chocolate brown otter didn't return the gesture. He was just watching Carl, not saying anything which was clearly starting to get on the weasel's nerves. Steven had to hide a smile; he knew his boss would be regarding this otter as his inferior. Dressed in nothing but a pair of mud splattered old camo trousers, his bare feet and rudder buried in the slimy clay Carl's ego demanded he wait to be addressed first as befitted someone dressed like he was. The otter was just watching them both in silence so the rabbit decided to come to his boss' rescue, "Mr Uxibarae good morning, I'm Steven a surveyor with Sunshine Land Development, this is Mr Carl Ienlos, executive development officer. We are here to talk to you about the proposed development of the Sondol River Valley into a new purpose built community."

The otter lifted a paw out of the mud, lifting up the shovel that had been hidden in the muck with a wet slurp. He buried the blade into the muck and lazily stood up, leaning on the handle working the blade back and forth into the sodden earth. His feet sank perhaps an inch deeper, mud rising beneath his camo trousers to cling to his calves as long rivulets of gooey clay oozed down the length of his rudder to splat onto the ground. "I thought it was clear there is no intention to sell the land, it's registered as private property."

Carl took a step forward, his polished leather shoes sinking into the muck but the weasel showed no sign of caring as he made an expansive gesture, "That can easily be changed the SLD is confident we can have that registration changed Mr Uxibarae. I've been given leeway to negotiate terms regarding the sale of the land or to even explore the option of you retaining the freehold."

The otter shook his head, a grin playing on his muzzle as he wriggled his webbed toes and stepped forward to stand before the weasel, "And if I still refuse, what happens then?"

Carl growled and lowered his head, bearing his fangs and taking a step forward forcing the otter back. Carl followed him, shoes squishing in the muck, "You will sell Mr Uxibarae, it is a very generous offer, if you don't SLD will see to it this valley is designated for residential and you accused of obstructing development and you can watch as the local authority buy it out from under you." He smiled and stood up again, "We have friends you see otter, whilst you're out here mucking about we are preparing for one of the biggest developments in years. Now then lets retire to you quaint little cabin and talk."

Steven was staring in surprise, Carl must be desperate to make threats like that, the rabbit knew they had already tried the council route and gotten nowhere. The weasel had turned; convinced by the way the small otter was cringing that he would follow. Steve watched as the otter stepped to one side moving over to his shovel, he almost missed the attack when it came as he was expecting the otter to try something. What came was a huge glob of clay pitched out of the pit with force; it slammed into the back of Carl's knees with a heavy thwap and he buckled, then the otter moved as the weasel's knees squelched into the mud. Stepping forward he pressed a paw firmly to Carl's chest and shoved hard, toppling him backward into the deep hole. At the same time his rudder whacked the handle of his shovel, knocking it onto the ground and dislodging the ground beneath Carl causing the edge of the pit to collapse. Steven watched in horror as his boss fell accompanied by a wave of thick liquid clay, stumbling forward off the stepping-stone Steven moved forwards, hoping he could help. His feet sunk into the mud and wisely he angled for a side of the pit that hadn't given in. The area were Carl had gone over was lower than the other three sides and a thick slurry of mud was now oozing over the lip to land with a thick splattering sound inside.

It was hard work to move around the pit, circling in the opposite direction from the otter, his feet sank into the mud and it was a chore to pull free without leaving his shoes behind. Slogging his way forward calling out Carl's name in a panic the rabbit approached the edge of the pit then yelped loudly as his left leg sank up to his knee with a wet squelch. He panicked a bit, struggling to pull his leg free as the side of mud displaced by his sinking leg caused the side of the pit to bulge dangerously. That's when the otter crashed into his side, knocking him over to land head first in the slimy muck. His head slipped beneath the surface and he felt the thick clay soak into his fur, ooze down the inside of his shirt, his trousers. It was thick and sticky the liquid earth moulding to press in upon his body as the otters deft paws tugged his shirt free of his waistband. He forced more of the slimy mud into his clothes, smearing it across his stomach, filling his underwear, tearing off his suit jacket to rip and tug on his shirt. Steven struggled feebly beneath the skilful otter holding him down, refusing to let up and give the white bunny an exit. As his head broached the surface with a thick slurp, muck oozing down his ears and neck Steven realised he didn't quite want the otter to stop. The mud felt rather good squishing through his clothes, soaking his body, spreading through his fur in thick displaced waves of muck as the otter massaged it into his body.

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Carl screamed as he found himself toppling backwards into the pit, his paws scrabbles uselessly at the muck, clawing up gouts of clay, gumming his fingers and caking his paw-pads in a layer of thick slime. If the edge of the hole hadn't collapsed carrying him with it he might have recovered but the slurry of mud carried him with it. A cascade of cold slimy muck splashed across his back, soaking his suit. He continued to paw at the walls of the hole but still the slimy clay offered him no purpose, it just coated his wrists and made a sodden mess of his shirt sleeves as the arms of his suit jacket rode up his arms and then slide off his body leaving him in shirt and trousers only. It felt like he fell for an age and when he hit the base of the pit he barely felt it as his shoulders and lower back splashed into the inch of muddy water that filled the bottom of the hole. The back of his head was swiftly soaked as it came to rest upon a pair of large foot-paws but Carl barely had time to register before the wave of brown slurry hit his body as the collapsing wall above him caught up with him. The force knocked the breath from him and the heavy weight of muck made him whimper as it oozed over his stomach and chest, splattering his muzzle and burying his legs under several feet of slimy mud. Lifting his arms the weasel pushed the worst of the muck off his chest and gasped for breath, tugging with his feet in an attempt to pull them free of the sucking quagmire that held them in place but the side of the pit was sill dropping mud on him. Struggling to sit up he found his shoulders and back stuck in the groove he'd gouged out when he landed, the water acting as an effective seal to keep him in place. The walls of the pit reared over head by at least eight foot, smooth sides of compacted mud that oozed slowly and standing by his head, looking down at him was another otter.

Carl swallowed nervously, this guy was huge, seven foot of lutra, lightly muscled, built for swimming and quite naked, his body coated in mud. It was smoothed over his body, a layer of thick grey/brown ooze that shrouded any identifying marks but highlighted his slinky frame. A straggling mass of mud caked dreadlocks tumbled to his waist, hung over his shoulders like wild snakes of oozing clay that clung to his chest and neck. His bright amber eyes seemed to glow as in one hand he raised a shovel and Carl flinched, tensing in expectation of the worst, it didn't come, the otter just tossed the shovel up and out of the pit then squatted down by the weasel's head.

"Mr Ienlos, I am Garn Uxibarae, so glad you accepted my associated offer to step into my office. His grin as he said that made Carl whimper, there was something manic about that smile. I've heard your offer and your threats and again I reject them, my land is not for sale nor is it open to development of any kind. Your company is to be instructed by the council to cease, desist and go convert some old factories or something."

"Look... I'm sorry for the threats but you can't treat me like this," Carl responded, paws pushing at the mud coating his body, wriggling from side to side to try dislodge himself from the rut he'd buried himself in. "Now help me get out of this pit and I'll leave."

"Yes you'll leave but I know your type you'll be back again and again. Each rejection of your offer will be an insult to your brilliance so you'll start trying to harass me into agreeing." Sliding onto his knees, squishing into the thick clay on either side of his uninvited guest's body Garn squeezed Carls head between his thighs, "I don't want that, this is my peaceful retreat, you had your chance to back off you refused so you are not leaving this pit again."

"You..."Carl was at a loss for words, the wet slimy feel of the otters mud caked thighs squeezing his head felt repulsive. It wouldnt have mattered if the otter was a weakling; Carl knew he was trapped like this, unable to get enough leverage to pull himself free of the mud. Swallowing heavily he put on the best bravado he could manage as splatters of muck continued to ooze down the wall and bury his body. "You can't bury me down here, they'll know I went missing here, they'll find my body."

"Wrong little weasel, they will find nothing at all, goodbye," then the otter sat down, his tail hiked up with a wet slap and Carl found his muzzle squished through the mud coating Garn's rump. The otter dropped heavily and as the thick clay smeared through the fur on his cheeks he found the entire tip of hid muzzle sliding into the otter's arse. He couldn't smell anything with his nose clogged with clay but as the otter's arse continued to descend he started to squirm harder, struggling madly to heave the heavy wet muck off his body. It was a futile effort, he felt the tight sphincter of his assailant stretch wide and engulf his entire head with a lewd squelch. Emitting a muffled scream Carl tried shifting his head from side to side to tug himself back out but Garn's thighs held Carl tightly in place even as his skilled paws freed the weasel's chest from the mud. He felt his back pulled free from the muck, his body forced up into a sitting position that allowed pert otter rump to squeeze down over his slender shoulders. His world became a tight squeezing darkness from then on, the otter was in charge and all he could manage was a feeble wriggle as he was engulfed by Garn's body.

With one paw wrapped about his muddy dick, jerking himself off Garn continued to shift his legs from side to side, clenching then relaxing his arse in turn, settling lower into the pool of water in the bottom of the pit. Squelching into the slurry of mud and clay that covered the walls and coated his body the otter pushed the weasel's body into his rear. Shifting his legs out in front of him Garn lowered himself down fully atop the weasel's hips, panting and barking in delight as he leant his body backwards, frantically pawing at his dick. A fresh cascade of mud pouring down the side of his hole heralded the arrival of Eid and the bunny. From the way his otter friend was bucking his hips he was riding Steven into the pit with gusto and from the tangled mess of clothing that still clung to the formerly white rabbit's body it was impossible to tell how willing he'd been for this wild ride.

He was clearly enjoying it now, with Eidolon using his long ears as handles the muddy otter fucked his bunny boy over the cresting wave of creamy clay, burying Garn's waist in a fresh layer of cloying filth. Once close enough Eid offered his larger friend a brief grin, clearly admiring the bulge in the larger otter's gut before he was forced Steven's muzzle down atop Garn's dick. The rabbit moaned once then closed his lips about the thick muddy shaft now pressed between his lips. The wild tussle for escape up top followed by this cheating bundle of brown flesh and fur fucking him madly had driven sense from his mind. Vacant, lust filled eyed stared up at Garn then closed as he started to slurp on the otter dick hed been given. The sudden sensation causing Garn to moan and resume claiming the last of Carl up his rump, he squeezed and dragged the still struggling weasel out of the mud and into the tight hot confines of his body. It was a difficult job now the weasel's legs were once again buried under a foot thick layer of mud but his arse was easily up to the task. Between the heavy, lightly wriggling bulge mashed against his prostate and the tight warmth sucking on his dick he could feel his balls starting to pull up against his body, his pleasure heading for a crescendo. For a moment the otter found he was balanced on the cusp of orgasm, his body felt alive, every nerve tingled with pleasure until he rocked forward, driving his dick deeper into Steven's maw at the same time he dragged Carls feet into his arse. Letting out a loud and ecstatic bark Garn started to cum, his dick twitching as he fired thick sticky ropes of seed into the hapless and mud smeared rabbit's muzzle. Steven was a good boy though and started swallowing almost immediately, gulping it all down with gusto though some of it did escape when Eidolon thrust home hard causing the bunny to yelp as the otter buried in his arse let loose a veritable storm of cream into him from the other end.

The two otters held themselves still, bodies arched and trembling as they both enjoyed the perfect moment when their lust spilled over. Slowly the two started to come back down from their high, panting heavily and smiling at each other over the prone and twitching form of Steven. He let Garn's dick slide out of his muzzle and squirmed a bit around Eid's as the smaller otter kept his hips pressed flushed against the bunny rump he had just claimed.

"I... where... am... Carl?" he murmured in a daze, struggling in the mud to lift himself up and pitch Eid off. His arms sank into the churned up muck beneath him, sliming up to his shoulders with a wet slurp that left him wriggling and pawing at the clay to pull himself clear. Garn didn't answer him just pushed off with his legs, sliding backwards to squish into the far wall of the pit, shoulders sinking into the mess. He shivered as he felt it oozing across his shoulders and down his chest and just gave Eidolon a wide smile and a nod. Steven had managed to pull one arm free of the clay with a wet slurp, he was breathing heavily and tried to reach over to pull his other arm back out but this just caused him to turn on his side and slide deeper into the soft earth. Reaching around the slender bunny Eidolon heaved him up, sliding his cock free of his arse, slipping off his back and pulling him against his body in a firm hug, letting his own legs sink with a squelch into the claggy mess they had made of the pit. Head bobbing from side to side, ears plastered to his head and full of mud Steven wasn't entirely sure what was going on right up to the moment Eidolon slurped his maw over the rabbit's head.

Garn let out a happy groan, his spent dick pulsing as he watched his guest make short work of the lapine interloper. Eidolon was skilled at this, his jaws working firmly to gulp the rabbit down and into his throat. This caused his neck to bulge with a the outline of bunny head and the bigger otter got to watch it travelling down in slow motion as Eidolon took his time swallowing over Stevens shoulders. The mud didn't seem to deter the otter; he just hefted the weakly struggling rabbit, shifting his grip further down his body and continued to swallow until Steve's head slid out of sight into the depths of the otter's body. Shifting his weight Eid leant forward, powerful gulps packing the bunny down into his pudgy gut that was stretching out, bulging with the wriggling outline of the otter's meal. When he reached the rabbit's hips he took a moment to shift his body around, settling into a more comfortable sitting position. Eidolon then tilted his head back and used both hands to lift Steven's legs above his head. The rabbit kicked out and flailed his legs but with nothing to press on it was a useless effort and Eid was too well stuck in the muck to be over-balanced. After a moment of admiring the side Eidolon gulped and started to guide the last few feet of Stevens body into his gut. Eyes closing Eid let out a deep throated moan of delight as those slippery, mud caked thighs slipped into his maw, squeezing into his throat, causing it to bulge with a steady rippling motion. Soon enough the last sight Garn had of Steven was a pair of wriggling mud caked bunny paws sliding past otter lips and then he was just a bulge oozing down Eidolon's throat.

Letting out a happy rumble Garn pulled his shoulders free of the wall with a slurp which brought a cascade of muck showering down on him from above as the wall started to Collapse. He just made it over to Eidolon, paws wrapping about his mucky partner in crime, their swollen guts grinding against one another as they were buried up to their chests in the thick wave of mud that rushed in to partially fill the pit.

"So..." Eid murmured with a grin, nuzzling Garn, his whiskers plastered to his muzzle, "How do we get out of this?"

"Well the walls will continue to collapse and we'll clamber higher up the mud as they do," Garn replied with a wide grin. He then started to heave his body up pulling himself out of the mire he was trapped in, body grinding and squishing against Eidolon's. The smaller otter grinned and started to join in, the two of them clawing and squishing their way through the clay, arms, torso's and heads slowly building up a thicker layer of clay as they struggling and slipped about, rolling and grinding against the mud and each other as their guts churned and glorped, starting to work on reducing their meals to so much otter pudge. The two were also revelling in the feeling of the mud against their bodies, it wasn't easy to clamber and slide and claw through it but it was both a great work out and an exquisite feeling to have the slimy clay oozing over their bodies as they struggled for freedom.

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